Guy imagined it leaning to one side if Simon had done it on his own and wondered how many trees that he’d planted had a decided slant. Probably none. He’d just have to stop every couple of minutes to make sure they were straight. That would be a pain.
“Thanks for your help.” Simon took out his wallet to hand Guy a twenty.
“This is too much for five minutes work,” Guy protested, although he didn’t try to give it back.
“I’ve got a feeling you could use it.” Simon picked up the burlap and shovel, taking them to the truck, then waited while Guy got his pack and Ghost from the bed before saying, “You’re homeless, aren’t you?”
Guy sucked in a breath. “How did you know?”
“Guess that answers that. Partly the rope on…you called him Shadow. The only people I see using rope instead of a real lea
