CHAPTER 16
Sara Beth came running at the urgency in Uncle Seymour’s voice. “Sara Beth, open the door. I need your help. Hurry.”
She gasped, and a hand flew to her mouth when she spied an unconscious Layken thrown across the old man’s back. “What? Oh, my!” She opened the screen door and pointed to the couch. “There. What happened?”
Out of breath, Uncle Seymour bent over, his hands trembling and resting on his knees once he dropped Layken onto the couch. “Full barrel fell on him. Knocked him clean out. Landed square in the middle of his chest.”
She hurried to the kitchen, calling out over her shoulder, “Can you take off his boots while I get some cold water?”
“Sure.”
The thud of the boots hitting the wooden floor matched the thud of her heart.
She quickly returned with a bowl of water
