McReary came riding up, his horse all a lather. Our ranch is sixty square miles and it takes several days for me to ride the fence, stopping occasionally to tighten a wire or make other repairs as I went. It isn’t that Pa is land-greedy, it’s that it took hundreds of acres of West Texas’ semi-arid land to support each cow, so the range was large but the herd wasn’t. Anyway Mr. McReary came thundering up, skidding his horse to a stop just across the fence, his side. “Robert, glad I spotted you so soon. There’s a giant coming this way, southwest to northeast,” he shouted without preamble. “About six days out from all accounts.” I nodded that I’d heard and he tipped his hat, turned his horse, and rode off at a rapid rate. He knew that I knew what this meant. I turned my own horse for the house and sunk spur. This was dire news, and the sooner Pa knew it the sooner we could start moving out of the way– and the sooner we got started, the more we could save.
What do You think about Giants (A Distant Eden Book 6)?
