It wasn’t much—just a few acres with an old barn and house on it surrounding by fencing. Now there was a large red sign at the long drive that proclaimed the spot a historic dig.
There were no horses in the pasture now. Jake had to give up taking care of them while the excavation was going on. Too many people were going in and out to make sure the injured animals weren’t in danger. It had been a difficult decision for him because caring for the wild horses was his life—as it had been Tom’s.
That was why the two of them were such great friends. Tom had probably endorsed the excavation because he thought it would be a good thing to prove how long the horses had been on the island. He’d probably hoped it would bring in more publicity and donations to take care of them.
Jake had thought that too, at least in the beginning. He’d wanted to know more about the bits and pieces he’d found on his own. But his curiosity had put him in a position that was impossible for him.
I could see covered areas with signs all around the property.
