With the birth of his newest child, Marcus returns home to work his estate and care for his herd. Marcus and Talia help spread the expertize of husbandry to the other farmers in the Region. After scouring up all the unemployed citizens, Nathaniel sends them to the Eastern Region, and Marcus selects the best of the bunch. One day after selecting his men, Marcus interrupts Preston’s instruction for the fresh recruits a brief reprieve. During the break, Marcus catches sight of something on the horizon. Will the approaching menace devastate Marcus’s land? Or will the recent developments of the Central Region save the day?
“Preston, get over here!” Marcus cried as he spurred his horse towards the fence line. As the horse thundered across the grassland, he glanced back at the herd, catching sight of his helper. Marcus’s eyes whipped around, and he tugged on the reins as his mount drew close to the barrier.
“What’s so important?” Preston asked as he pulled up alongside his boss.
Marcus withdrew his telescope and studied the horizon as he inquired, “How are the newest hands working out?”
Preston leaned forward and patted his horse’s neck. “They seem to be fine,” he replied as he straightened and laid his palms on the pommel. “They’re a little green, like me when I arrived.”
“Are they picking up on their responsibilities?” Marcus asked as he set the telescope across his lap. He turned towards his helper and added, “I know I haven’t paid enough attention to their development as I did with you.”
Preston’s hand gripped his side as his lips quivered.