Chapter 3: Taking the Bait
“So I said to Vern. ‘Listen man. I appreciate the work you did cutting her up. And a side of beef is going to come in real handy. But that wasn’t my cow. It was yours!’”
The men surrounding the story-teller roared with laughter, and Justin smiled politely, though he had lost track of the tale about halfway through.
Despite his fervent prayers for rain, or perhaps a small, non-destructive tornado, born out of a desire to somehow avoid Brittany, the day had dawned clear and sunny, with a light northwest breeze teasing the few cotton-ball clouds that dotted the sky. Around three in the afternoon, Megan Murray had shown up with a dozen other women, and twice that many teenage assistants, and with a speed and efficiency that would have made his father nod approving
