Chapter 4

Twenty minutes later, boots on concrete alerted Beck to Jordan’s approach, and he turned in his chair just in time to see the man reach the door.

“What’s the verdict?” Beckett tried not to let the worry creep in.

“Fuel line’s corroded. Easy enough fix. I have a part that will work, and I can get you up and running in no time.”

There was something in Jordan’s tone, a hesitancy perhaps, that gave Beckett pause. He squinted. “But?”

Jordan blew out a breath and fixed his gaze on the far wall. “It’s in need of some serious maintenance. And if the other tractors are in the same shape…” Jordan went silent for a few seconds and then looked Beckett in the eye. “If it doesn’t get taken care of, you’re going to be in far worse trouble than this.”

Beck wasn’t surprised to hear it. In fact he was glad the only thing immediately wrong with the windrower was the fuel line. For a long moment, he was quiet as he weighed his thoughts.

“But you can get the windrower working now?”