Chapter 9

The distance to the farm seemed shorter by daylight and in a vehicle less cumbersome than the massive tanker. When he drove in, no one seemed to be around. The horses still stood, tied where they’d been left.

Shit, I’d better try to get someone out here to take care of them; someone who knows what to do since I sure don’t. The closest I’ve been to horses was seeing them jog by in parades!

After he called Sandy, who assured him she’d get someone out there shortly, he began a slow tour of the ruined barn. A few faint wisps of smoke still trailed up from the blackened jumble, but the fire was out. The huge structure had been reduced to a tangle of half-burned wood and twisted metal roofing. There hadn’t been many windows, but all that was left of them was scattered globs of melted glass. In all, it was an ugly sight.