Marilyn and Emilee stood with Kolton looking up the path to the Jillson farm, where already, Alex, Rett, and other of the older boys were busy converting the barn into more barracks for the Refusers. They were tearing wood off of a corncrib and repurposing it to build walls in the hayloft of the barn to make bedrooms, just as they had done on the Argus and Potterson farms already.
“You know that last ‘outing’ they went on didn’t go so well.” Emilee looked at Kolton as if to gage his response.
“Jerril said they ran into trouble,” Kolton replied. “Over in Briarwood…”
Emilee nodded. “Yeah, where they put up the little forge and were making those building struts or whatever you call them.”