Chapter 59

“I’ll leave the truck here, take the refuge van. You need the supplies,” Steve said as he left.

Jared pushed himself, working on the fencing, ribs throbbing, calf aching but he needed to have Sultan’s home intact and safe for him once more. He’d have to stop in a while to help with the feeding schedule; he could hear Simba’s roar of impatience.

The twenty-foot lengths of steel gauge fencing were awkward to handle, especially alone. Five feet tall, they only looked lightweight; each section was nearly seventy pounds. The wire was sharp and he wore thick leather work gloves, so different from the sleek batting gloves he’d worn when he was playing. The fence posts set concrete had already dried. Jared worked to set up a section of the balky wire and keep it upright, but it sagged to the ground in slow motion. His back and ribs ached from the strain. He lifted it back up and tried again; it pulled down immediately and thumped against him.