Chapter 3
The next few weeks flew by. As July slipped toward August, excitement began to build in the valley over the upcoming county fair. It was one of the highlights of the rural area’s year. Mike had begun to feel himself a part of the community. He’d been accepted by Jeff’s small circle of friends and had begun to develop a sense of home for the first time in long, rough years. The idea of racing the Mustang again had taken firm root, giving him something to be excited about, too. Well, besides Jeff that is. He grinned to himself. They were still working things out, but it was beginning to feel real good, long-term kind of good.
Mike tightened the final bolt on the Mustang’s engine mounts, eased out from under the car, stood, and stepped back to view his work. A person could eat off
