Chapter Four
The salvage company had cleaned up the burnt-out barn. Lacy ordered it demolished, torn away, every trace of it hauled off. All except the old stone wall, that three weeks after her father’s funeral, was harboring the old vine that for years had crawled up the stones and wound its way about the aging edifice. Otherwise, when Lacy looked to where the barn had been, she saw nothing but sky beyond the rise. There would be no reminder of the night she’d gazed at the blazing building where her father met his last hour.
“They’ve done just as you wanted,” she heard Travis speak, approaching her from behind.
“Yes, yes they have,” she said turning around to answer him.
“You planning a new barn here?” he wondered.
“No.” She looked back to the mound where bulldozers had just sm
