Chapter FIVE-EMMET

“Are you shitting me? Emmet!” Max yelled from the main house.

It was loud enough to reach me clear across the second ranch where I was helping Dante and Kian tear down the rest of the damaged fence. The rain had stopped sometime in the wee hours of the morning, but what was left was an awful muddy mess.

More trees had fallen, and several were weighed down by their heavy, sodden branches and leaves. Zeke was working, cutting them down. After he was done, he’d drag all the branches and trees to the wood chipper to make mulch out of the mess.

I took off my gloves and tucked them in my pocket, checking the time as I jogged to see what Max wanted. Boss man was still getting used to the life of a rancher/farmer, and it was not always easy going for him.

It was a little after eight, and I growled in frustration. I’d wanted to finish this before heading over to bring feed and supplies to Jed and the goats. And maybe stop by Jezebel’s for a cup of coffee or something.