Orlen stood back and looked at their work. “Do you think it’ll work?” he asked his brother, Neven.
“Now you want my opinion?” Neven snapped as he knocked on a length of the solid wooden fence.
“Cloth wouldn’t work, Orlen.”
“How do you know? Rosella said they tried it and it worked on their section of the Vine.”
“Yes and Derek, and John, and Pearl tried it on their Vines and those damn beasts barrelled through it like it was nothing. We can’t risk them getting through, the Vine is too fragile right now.”
“I don’t know what those damn hunters are doing.”
“Oh come on now, Neven. They’re doing the best they can. We need to plant more diversion crops to draw them away.”
“Who’s got time for that?”
If you didn’t spend half your free time drinking, perhaps you would have time for that! Orlen bit his tongue though.
“Perhaps if we put up a sign up sheet for it?”
“Sure, why not.” Neven shrugged. He leapt over one of the short fences that separated the property from the main road. (more…)