CHAPTER 15
Layken squinted against the sun and pulled his hat down lower. Only a few more rows to go, and all the seeds would be planted.
A comfortable silence rested between the two men while they worked. Uncle Seymour’s idea about a holding tank for water storage had Layken’s mind working overtime. He mentally sketched the blueprint for the structure and decided on the perfect location.
If only he could work faster. Now he knew how competitors must feel when they begin a race against the clock.
Everything for the future of this farm, his life, and Sara Beth’s hinged on the success of this first partial crop. Come spring, he’d get more seeds in the ground as soon as the danger of frost passed.
They reached the end of the last rows with the boiling sun high overhead.
He stretched the
