the ax in the block. “We better carry some up to the house.”
“We get a pony, I’ll train him to pull a sled and we’ll haul it up there.” Ray said.
“Now that’s thinking,” Chet said, and loaded up his arms with the short wood.
“You boys haul some more up there on the porch after this. I need to go do something.”
At the house, he stuck his head inside and told his sister he was going scouting and would be back later.
The boys agreed to pack more up there, and he paid them a nickel each. He walked to the pen and took the feedbag off Bugger and caught Strawberry. Porter’d come home, but maybe he’d be gone to town to play cards. When the horse was bridled and cinch tight, Chet swung up in the saddle and rode off.
Maybe talking to Marla would help—she could usually cheer him up.
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