They had a shipment ready to go out tomorrow to a wholesale flower market in Louisville, and that driver was always on time.But the whole time he was working, he was thinking of his cash crop. Keeping thieves out of the marijuana patches was an ongoing problem. Someone was still helping themselves to a big armload of plants about once every six weeks, which pissed him off to no end. He’d already tried to get Sam and Chance to stand guard in order to catch them in the act, but they’d both refused point blank.He kept on working with the bamboo, potting the new canes that were rooting and watering the order that was ready to go. He never noticed the evening coming to a close, or that the sun had already set. One minute, he’d been checking off an invoice and the next time he looked up, it was dusk. By the time he had everything packed, it was dark.The swamp was alive with everything from crickets to the boom of bull gators—even the croak of tiny tree frogs were making their presence known.
