Here's the next chapter; I should note that I've gone back and revised the first chapter substantially, because it sucked. It's entirely different, so you might want to go read it again: there's an additional character who is important to the development of the Jason character in Chapter 11.
This chapter (9) is a bit slow, but it's important setup. (Or so I think.
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ETA: That first chapter I rewrote? I can't find the damn thing; it's gone missing. So forget about that; I think I'll have to add it elsewhere.
Edit #2, because I'm an idiot: hey, guess what grep and I found? Part of that chapter 1 I was looking for, that's what. But I think it'll fit better at a later point anyway, so I'm going to leave it out for now.
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Chapter 9: Long Overdue
Jason awoke to the sounds of diesel hydraulics and a chainsaw. He stretched, noticing the sun's position in the sky through his window; he'd slept in, and the sun's early morning coolness was taking on the harsh pallor of afternoon.
Making his way down the hall towards the kitchen, he noticed he was still wearing the clothes he'd put on the morning before, and he had in fact slept in them. He was still too groggy to really care.
Having heard Jason awake, Mary Anne stood in the kitchen holding a plate of eggs and toast and a cup of coffee.
"Good morning sleepy," she crooned. Jason mumbled a "morning" and sat at the table to eat. The coffee quickly brought him to alertness.
"Mom, what's going on out there in the yard with all the noise?"
"Oh, your dad has gotten it into his head to get some of his neglected projects done." There was a weary look on her face which Jason could not quite place - he'd only seen it on her once before, when he'd fallen out of a tree while bow hunting.
"What's he doing?"
"Oh, you know him. He's always got something in mind, but never shares it completely. He heard something on the radio early this morning and took off without much of an explanation." Mary Anne stepped to the window and pulled back the drapes. "Something to do with clearing trees and digging ditches, it looks like." A slight grin graced her face.
Jason quickly scarfed down what remained of his eggs as he pulled on his boots.
"What are you all up in a huff about?" Mary Anne said. "His emergency isn't your's. Have some more eggs." She shoveled another couple eggs onto his plate.
"No thanks, Mom. I've got stuff to do today, too." Jason grabbed one of the many hats always hanging next to the door - a beaten western cowboy hat - and ran out to survey his father's work.
Dan Hutches was motoring around the property on a Bobcat. He waved to Jason as he came from the house, the noise of the engine masking any verbal greetings which accompanied the movement of his lips.
There was already evidence of tree stumps having been pulled out or dug up. There was a large pile of stones and a freshly disturbed area of soil next to the small garden kept by Mary Anne.
Jason started walking towards his dad, who was on the edge of the clearing the house sat on. Marcus held a chainsaw and was intently cutting down pines from the edge of the forest. Dozens of felled trees lay on the ground, their pinnacles pointing towards the house.
The noise of the chainsaw covered Jason's approach. "Dad!" Jason yelled as he stood a distance off in Marcus's peripheral vision. Marcus looked up and killed the chainsaw.
"What's going on here, Dad?"
"Oh, I'm cutting trees," Marcus deadpanned. Seeing Jason's confusion, he continued with a grin. "Forest Service reported over the radio this morning. A fire started north of here yesterday afternoon. It's a big one, and they can't get any federal help due to everything going on.
"So, just in case it blows this way, I'm clearing out the stuff that burns. Dan said he'd come out sometime soon to make Mom's garden bigger, so I figured now was as good a time as any. He's going to scrape the brush with that thing." Marcus gestured towards Dan's Bobcat, steadily moving around the property like an ant, pulling and pushing.
"Any other news on the radio this morning?" Jason asked.
"Not a thing. We're not picking up the nationally syndicated stuff anymore for some reason, but the local channels that host them are still up and broadcasting. They reported twice this morning about the weather and local events, but they don't seem to have any extra information about this mess."
Marcus's voice trailed off as he stared off into the distance for a moment. Again, he spoke.
"If you wouldn't mind helping, the tractor is in the barn and the other chainsaw is in the utility building. I want to at least clear up the small stuff today. We can leave the tree trunks in a pile to season, and chop them into firewood later."
The three men worked until mid-afternoon clearing the underbrush from around the property's perimeter. The small branches and bushes were put into slash piles and burned, with anything big enough to be used for winter heating was cut into logs and stacked behind the house. Jason used the tractor to pull the trimmed tree trunks into a pile.
As the sun began to set around the southwestern lip of the gulch, Mary Anne came from the house with three cold bottles of beer. The men stopped their work and took seats on the piles of wood.
"Dinner will be ready in about an hour, boys," Mary Anne said as she returned to the house.
"Dad, I was hoping we could get the raised floor done in my dome this weekend, if you've got the time," Jason said after a long drought from his beer.
"We should be able to get to that tomorrow," Marcus said. "Dan, thanks for coming out and helping today. You're welcome to stay for dinner, obviously."
"That'd be great, thanks much." Dan sat silently for a moment, looking up at the ridge of the gulch. "Looks like the fire is getting closer. The sun is a bit hazy, and you can almost see the smoke."
"Dan, we can drive over to your place tomorrow and help clear some brush instead of working on the flooring," Jason said. Dan's ranch was about 10 miles to the east of the Kreign farm, and would likely be in the path of the fire as well.
"I don't know if that's necessary. Mike's done all of that at our place already. He did it at the start of the summer, on account of the drought and all. But thanks anyway."
"Just let us know if you need help with anything," Marcus added.
Mary Anne returned to the door of the house and yelled across the yard. "Jason, your phone rang about an hour ago, and has been beeping since. I forgot to tell you."
"Thanks, Mom; I'll get it in a minute," Jason returned.
The two older men exchanged glances.
"What?" said Jason, having noticed the expressions.
"Dan, didn't you tell me this morning your cellular service wasn't working?" Marcus said.
"Yep, it went out a little while after I got off the phone with you last night. Maybe 20 minutes after." Dan pulled his cell phone from his shirt breast pocket. "Nope, still no signal."
"I should check mine, haven't even looked since yesterday," Marcus said as he got up from the log he was sitting on. The other two men followed him into the house.
Jason was surprised to see that not only did his phone have signal - about as much as he normally had in this area - but he had a new voice mail.
Maybe the government has gotten things under control, Jason thought as his phone rang in his ear.
"Jason, it's Amy. I've had a really scary night and I don't know what's going on right now. I'm a little drunk but I promise not to come on to you if you'll come and keep me company. Please call." The message ended with Amy's voice wavering.