Alden waited while the two Indians hooked up the panel, the next to last for the day, for the week. Things had been going pretty well. Wellman seemed to be working out, confirming Alden’s first impression that the young man had the smarts to do a job and the will to learn and work. After a mistake or two, the kid had gotten the spotting function down to almost foolproof. Not that Alden had stopped keeping an eye on the newest worker, but that was more habit and a sense of responsibility than serious doubts about the younger man’s capabilities.
It had been a fast-paced week. Fortunately, Flannery stayed out of the way most of the time. Oh, he’d come around and harangued the crew at the start of each day’s work and maybe made an appearance around midday flanked by his two muchachos mariposa
