Nate pulled the rope tight to keep the barrels in place. He needed to get them out to the new bird blind he’d finished last week. Sweat ran down the side of his face, but he ignored it. He’d been at Hope Eternal for eight weeks now, and he finally felt like he knew how things worked.
“You got that?” Spencer called, and Nate finished tying the knot around…
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