It’s #bookqw and the farm owner ‘pauses’ to be heard.
More from Chapter 5:
Daeryn’s innards froze. Miz Gere had no idea what she was asking. To again be in charge of a pack—a team—after what had happened at OverEdge—
“What?” Jac snapped.
He forced his ’cambire form not to respond to the agitation spreading from the wolf, and instead kept his focus on Miz Gere, who still held his gaze. Jac’s rumble died off when the owner failed to acknowledge her.
Back home in Rockbridge, a ’cambire never refused an Elder’s request. Miz Gere was a Farmlands shire Elder, in addition to his employer. Slowly, Daeryn nodded.
“We should add a morning communication,” Miz Gere said. “Daeryn, please leave patrol fifteen minutes early and meet Famil up at the changing house.”
He glanced back to the leader of the diurnal guards. The lanky woman gave a nod. Someone else moved. Rivley. Good. He’d like his friend’s take on how this was going to work with Jac. Daeryn’s gaze slid to the wolf. Her yellow eyes sparked fire.
Hell.
“Review the night’s events before the day team goes on duty,” Miz Gere said. “After, I’d like your report, with any change in plans you and Famil have discussed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“Very well.” Miz Gere paused, and when she spoke again, her tone softened. “Thank you all for your efforts tonight. I know you’ll resolve the problem.” She walked through them, splitting the three males from the fluffy-haired females, and stopped to ask the day guards to ride with her in the cart.
Within minutes, the tractor drove over the hill and quiet descended on the fields.
Jac swung around to Daeryn, her face squaring to lupine. “I don’t see why she picked you.”
Zar muttered, “I do,” at the same time Terrent said, “Dae’s a fine choice.”
Maraquin shifted her position closer to Jac, but she kept her gaze on the ground.
Great Creator, this could turn ugly. At least he had support, and Miz Gere had picked him. “We don’t have time for talk,” Daeryn said louder than he meant to. It wasn’t just the volume, but a tone he’d nearly forgotten. His old pack voice.
He threw off his robe. “Go to your sections and keep your eyes and noses alert for any sign of the pests. Spot-check my section at last rounds to cover my early departure to meet Famil.”
A murmur of general agreement sounded. Terrent tossed his robe aside and dropped to all four paws with his shift. He ran eastward like he couldn’t get away fast enough. Seconds later, Zar added his robe, and with far more grace and dignity, he loped to the south. But when Maraquin followed suit, a low growl rumbled from Jac.
Daeryn lunged. The change overtook him fast. Faster than Jac dropped her robe, he was on her, sinking his claws and reaching his teeth to her—
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On a personal note:
We are still in Colorado working on the wildfire mitigation requirements for our property. One big part of the schedule is awaiting the tree removal being done by a grant project in our mountain town. However, we still have our own projects to complete. Brush hauling is over after 15 trips to the Sort Yard — it closed October 15. Now we are hauling…
Rock. We need to establish a non-combustable perimeter around our shed. Thankfully, we had already completed a flagstone perimeter around our cabin, so this is smaller, but on a slope. It’s actually reasonable for us to use flagstone because it’s quarried locally and most stone cutting places have a scrap pile.
For a low cost per pound, we go in, pick through it and load it ourselves, the size and amount we want. Here’s the progress on our little retaining wall.
The nights are turning colder, but it’s beautiful in the mountains.
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