Ed taped the box shut, rocked back on his heels, and looked at the stack with satisfaction. The cell phone in his pocket vibrated moments before it started to ring. He smiled when he saw it was Joe. The activity of the day had helped his mood tremendously. He still missed Joe, but damn, it was embarrassing to think about how he’d cried that morning after Joe left. He chalked it up to three-a.m. exhaustion and thanked goodness Joe hadn’t forgotten anything and returned unexpectedly to bust him sniveling like a baby.
“Hey, Joe.”
“Hey, yourself.” Joe sounded cheerful.
Ed laughed. “Everything’s moving along great here. Any issues in Mayfield?” He glanced at his watch. Six o’clock already.
“No issues. I pretty much got what I wanted done today. Got about half the hay cut.”
“Oh, yeah? Great
