Urdon Pov
My right shoulder stayed completely locked inside the white linen sling, but my left fingers could easily reach the pine box where Rex had dumped the rusted fence staples.
"Pass the iron hammer to Toby, Alpha."
Rex wiped a thick smear of grey tallow grease off his thumb rail, his flannel sleeves rolled up until his pale elbow joints showed the blue veins. "He is trying to fix the small latches on the potato cellar before the ground goes hard."
"The hammer is behind my left heel, Rex."
"The small boy doesn't have the wrist for the big stone mallet."
"He will find his wrist if he hits the wire straight," I muttered, sliding a short grease-plug across the spruce bark with my thumb until it dropped into his open palm box.
