“Wow! Those things are powerful. I hope there was no one in the privy at the time.”
“No, there wasn’t,” Jake said. “I’ll admit that it made a bit of a mess, though. Anyway, that’s probably why Woerner didn’t come to me when he wanted to sell.”
“Would you have bought this parcel?” Amy asked.
“Well . . . probably. Yeah. I guess there’s no such thing as owning too much land.”
Jake’s horse snorted, and he turned to the animal, whose reins he held loosely in his left hand. “I’d better get this boy home,” he said. “I have chores waiting.” He stepped into a stirrup and swung easily into his western saddle. “Do you ride?”
“Not since a pony ride on my sixth birthday,” Amy said.
Jake grinned. “I have an ol’ mare I can put you on who’s a pussycat. If you like, we can go out on horseback, and I can show you around a bit. There’re Indian burial grounds not far from here that not many know about. Maybe you’d like to see them.”
“I’d love to, Jake. Let’s do that.”
He nodded. “Good, then. See you soon.” He turned his horse away from Amy and loped off toward his own land, the hooves of his horse thunking heavily on the soil, steel shoes tossing an occasional divot into the air behind them.
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