“A little more to the left,” Asher called as he directed Bowie. His friend angled the wheels of the pickup truck just enough to get the trailer backed into the right place. ”Alright, you’re good. Let’s get this unloaded. I’ve got other things to do.”
Asher lowered the tailgate of the trailer, which was stacked deep with hay. His night had been restless and the last thing he wanted to do was stack bales, but Bowie needed his help. What kind of friend turned down another in a time of need? Besides, in the thick of winter, ranchers had to stick together if they hoped to get by with as minimal loss as possible. It also helped that Bowie agreed to help him with any fence repairs and how could he pass on that?
“Might this something else have anything to do with Shasta’s return?” inquired Bowie
