Colt nodded. “Don’t know why anyone would build these with wood, anyway.”
“Same reason we rode out here,” Walker said, squinting against the ever-brightening sun. “No good roads to move a lot of heavy metal, so I expect most of these posts are cut from trees down by the creek.”
He pointed at the taller trees growing on the marshy banks of Cur Creek.
“You know, I think you’re right,” Sawyer said, impressed with Walker’s analysis.
“We need to spread out, do a quarter mile or so at a time, then come back and move the horses,” Colt said.
Sawyer and Walker nodded, easily falling into a system. They each took every third post, working seamlessly together. It reminded Sawyer a little of back when they were teenagers; if they stepped out of line, which they always did, The Colonel would punis
