Bracing his hands on his hips, the hammer dangling from between his fingers, he looked down at his handiwork and allowed himself a pleased smile. The old porch floor had been rotted through in more places than it had been solid. Luckily the joists underneath had still been sound so replacing the floor had been a relatively simple job, requiring little more than some new boards and a sunny day. The weather had obliged with an unseasonably warm spell, he’d provided the boards, and the porch was no longer a hazard for unwary feet.One job done and probably only about a thousand left to do, Ty thought ruefully, turning to look out at the property. When he’d made the decision to give up wings for a plow, he’d known he was in for some hard work. What he hadn’t realized was how much would have to be done before he could even consider putting in a crop.The house wasn’t the only thing that had suffered from neglect. The chicken house, which had been his grandmother’s domain, had been so rickety that a good, hard push had collapsed it.
