Z achary hobbled to the shed and opened the door. “Jacob” he called. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
A bird chirping overhead in a beam was the only response he received. Zachary grunted. He’d have to walk to the bunkhouse and it wasn’t easy with his taut legs. However eager to see Jacob Zachary squared his shoulders and went to look for him.
Feeling it impolite to barge in Zachary knocked on the bunkhouse door. When no answer was forthcoming he slowly opened the door a crack.
“Jacob?” There was silence.
“Jacob.” He poked his head inside. Jacob’s bed was made and the room tidy. Zachary wrinkled his nose when he noticed with a start that Jacob’s cubby was empty. He rushed in as quickly as he could and looked around for any of Jacob’s things.
