“Fine work, boys. Mighty fine work.""Couple big stumps we couldn't pull up,” Temper said, pointing them out. “Gonna need dynamite to shift ‘em.""All right. We'll put it on the list for town. How'd we make out with lumber?""Not as good as I'd hoped, boss. Most of the stuff we cleared was scrub and small saplings, not too much that's good for planin'."Ben sighed. “Figures. Kinda the way our luck's goin’ these days, ain't it? I guess we ought to focus on the well first, anyhow. Set up a rotation for diggin'. Everybody takes a turn, me included.” Larry gave him a skeptical look, and Ben crooked up one side of his mouth. “What? I'm not so old as I'll keel over from diggin’ a hole.""Nawsir,” Temper agreed, but he was smiling too. It was damn good to see the man taking an interest in the ranch again. He'd been around lately, back to working with the horses and talking to the hands. Temper also suspected he and Obie were working through their troubles. The younger man was calm and happy these last few weeks, though he was still sleeping in the bunkhouse."You know somethin'?
