Jack climbed the steps one last time. He had the map of the roof holes in his back pocket. Just the first edge of the sun lit the top edge of the mountains as he stood and stretched on the ridge of the barn. Toby continued to sleep in the house below. All the house lights were out. With just enough natural light to begin Jack lined up the map with the roof; lines of nails showed him the position of the rafters. He found the first hole, brushed the edges clean, dabbed a bit of caulk into the indentation and then moved to the next hole being careful none were missed. One missed hole would cost a climb up and down the silo. He took extra care on the last strip of roof at the front of the barn and the fifteen minutes work took a full half an hour, not because he was dragging his feet but because he was doing his best.
“How’s things going up there?” Toby shouted from the ground. He was still dressed for bed in dark blue sweat pants and a dark blue sweatshirt.
“All done. Be right down.” Jack shouted back. He gathered his tools and walked the ridge back to the steps. He dropped to the ground the things that would not break and carried the rest down the steps. By the time he reached the ground Toby had already picked up the unused caulk filled tubes, brush and putty knife from the ground and they walked together to the storage room.
“First thing in the morning we harvest the grain. I want you to help,” said Toby.