As David climbed from the cab of the farm pickup, four people slammed doors on theirs. “We heard you needed help.” A burly man tipped his hat back and extended his hand. “Mr. Benson, Fred.” David shook hands with the four guests. “How did you…I mean…why are…?” “Don’t be surprised, son,” Frank Johnson said. “Pastor called and when he told me your situation, why, I figured you could use some extra hands. And places to heat water so we can thaw those pipes out.” He pointed to the campers. “You know your dad’s always been the first to help when needed, so we’d kinda like to pay him back.” “You don’t mind, do you?” Benson asked. “Why no, I…” Trish could tell David was embarrassed as all get out. She blinked her eyes a couple of times. Who’d want frozen eyelashes? “Good to see you, Trish.” Frank Johnson smiled at her. “Hear you’ve been doing real well riding the ponies. We’re real proud of you, you know. Just like one of our own kids, since we’ve known you all your growing-up years.”
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