Ed huffed out a long breath as he placed the last bale on the conveyor for its ride up to Joe in the loft. He hated to admit it, but Joe had been right about the baling. He was completely exhausted, whereas Joe still had a bounce in his step. Joe did look more tired than usual, due to the oppressive heat, but still, he was clearly in better condition.
Having the issue about the property ownership out in the open was a monumental relief, too. Joe had looked surprised. It seemed hard to believe that he hadn’t thought beyond Ed’s vague reference to sharing profits about how he’d be compensated for all his work here, but that was just Joe—easygoing and blindly trusting.
Ed turned at the sound of a vehicle pulling onto the drive. It wasn’t Bill’s Silverado and he didn’t recognize the pickup.
