Chapter 32

Travis was happy for them, and it didn’t stop him from his wise-ass. “Hey, put your seat belt on. Do you want me to get a ticket?”

They had a can of worms from Grandpa’s worm bin, and they found a place to park within walking distance to the river.

As they walked, Travis said, “Grandpa, none of us have fishing licenses.”

“I’m over seventy-five. I don’t need one.”

They sat and whispered and cast their lines out, and it was a decent day. Each caught a few fish. When they got home, they showed them off, and there was a fine meal that night.

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February came, and heavy rain and winds kept them inside most of the time. They worked outside some, and the rain gear helped, but it fatigued them using the chainsaws and log splitter. They would have plenty of wood for a few years.

Inside, one afternoon, Travis said, “I want to go to town. Who wants to go with me?”

Grandpa said, “I will. Been a while. Just the two of us? I assume you want to leave the back seat open for our bounty.”