Japheth
The first thing I did after the detective left was gather the men in the barn. It wasn't a social call. I had four summer hands this year—strong, capable guys who knew every inch of these three hundred acres.
"I don’t care if you’re fixing a fence or mucking a stall," I said, my voice echoing against the rafters. I stood with my arms crossed, the shotgun I’d pulled from the cabinet leaning against the workbench behind me. "You keep your eyes on the road. Any car you don’t recognize, any person on the perimeter, you call me immediately. I’m putting a rotation on the back porch at night."
"You expecting trouble, Boss?" Caleb, the youngest of the bunch, asked. He looked at the gun, then back at me.
"I’m expecting to prevent it," I said shortly.
I didn't tell them the specifics of
