We spent almost an hour on the kick rail forwards and backwards when the pendulum decided to call for a water break.
“Did anyone else listen in when he was on his cell. He’s up to something,” Zara asked, making her way up to us.
“What did he say?” Marty asked.
“Something about getting them here by two o’clock,” Zara said.
“Did you hear who he was talking to?” I asked.
“Nope, but it won’t be long now,” Zara said, pointing at the clock over the barn door.
I stole glances of Priest in the infield, pulling apart pads, cones, and chunks of foam in all different shapes and sizes. A few minutes shy of two, he started glancing at the door every few seconds.
What the hell was he up to?