As the morning wore on and the temperature rose, Beckett stripped off his long-sleeved overshirt and tossed it in the UTV. He was sweating, and his muscles strained as he cut away dead wood and hauled it to the cart. Beck kept most of it to burn in his fireplace during the winter months. If he ended up with an exceptionally large amount, he’d hold a bonfire.
When lunchtime rolled around, they’d made it through one and a half rows. Beck was pleased with their progress, and particularly happy with what Jordan had accomplished. He put his fingers to his lips and gave a loud whistle. Jordan jerked his head up and looked in Beck’s direction, and Beck waved him back. Jordan lifted his hand in acknowledgment, finished filling in a divot, picked up his tools, and jogged over.