CHAPTER TEN
Lee Jackson scowled from beside his barn, glancing in the direction of the house. He could see his wife moving about inside, her silhouette flashing across the glass. He glanced up at the darkening sky, wiping a hand across his sweaty forehead, dust spattering his fingers.
He'd spent the rest of the day near the house, within line of sight.
Ever since...
Since that odd occurrence by the west field. He frowned again, reaching for the grease rag on top of the tractor and stowing it back in the toolbox beneath the back wheels.
He could feel a strange prickle along his spine. People weren't normally so... forward as his unwanted visitor had been. Something had been off about the man. For one, he'd been wearing gloves, for another, he'd had a dead quality to his voice. Like a s
