Barnaby Hale never locked anything.
Not his workshop, not his front gate - which hadn't had a latch since 1987 - and certainly not the part of himself that couldn't say no to a neighbor.
For sixty-three years, Barnaby's yard was the heart of Millhaven. Birdhouses on cedar posts. Sawdust drifting into the street like an invitation. Anyone who needed a hand welcome, anytime - including Ray Fincher, who borrowed a box of deck screws, then a drill, then a sander, then three hours of skilled labor while he supervised from a lawn chair with a beer he didn't offer to share.
Barnaby called it neighborliness. He was slower to see what it actually was.
Quiet, warm, and finely crafted, The Fence That Barnaby Built is a story about a man who gave everything and forgot to keep anything for himself - and what happens when he finally starts to build something just for him.
For anyone who finds it easier to say yes than to say no, and who's discovered that an open door can be its own kind of cage.