Chapter 7
He ought to let well enough alone. Just do his job and keep his nose out of other folks’ affairs. Ben was a good boss, and Mal knew he was lucky to have and keep this job, be able to rent a trailer to live in, saving up to get a vehicle of his own and gradually build himself a life far from the background he’d fled to keep his life and sanity.
For a moment, bitterness twisted his soul. He looked at his damaged hand and remembered. The accident with the baler and his parents’ refusal on the grounds of their religion to get medical treatment for him. Prayer had not done a damn thing, despite their faith.