Taleverna

“What was he a-doin’ there?” “I didn’t stay. I was afeard he’d catch me watchin’ him.” Hubbard glowered and reached for his hat. “I’ll find out,” he snarled. Walking rapidly, he crossed a field of wheat stubble, keeping his eyes fixed sharply ahead. It was dusk, but presently, at the northern extremity of his premises, he made out the figure of a man. “Hey, Harper!” he shouted. “You let that fence be.” He ran forward swiftly. The men were now separated by two wire-strand fences that paralleled each other only three…