Chapter 12
Thursday, April 7th LindsayThe day went by fast, but that was what happened when I allowed Debbie full reign of my schedule. I showed up for the two dates, went home, and worked on the ranch. There were always things to be done: fences mended, pens cleaned, repairs to the barn, and yard work. Mom took care of the inside housework and kept up with her studio. But first, the tractor needed to work.
It was a relic from decades ago that Uncle Clarence got on a deal when he retired his team of horses. It spat black smoke and rumbled for a few minutes before dying. I wiped my hands on the rag in my back pocket and reached for a tool out of the portable toolbox behind me. The tractor needed to run; pastures needed to be mowed and hay needed to be cut. I couldn’t do that all by hand.
