The railroad detectives had shown up at Jared’s front door for the second time in a month.
“Mr. Walker, your boy is going to have to stay off the train trestle down at the river. One more time and I won’t be coming here to talk.”
After they left, my uncle turned to Jared, my cousin, and said, “I have talked to your grandfather and grandmother and you are staying the summer with them. Maybe a good dose of farm labor will help you think before you jump.”