On his return and due to the need for discretion, he'd met her at midnight in her fathers' barn, where he'd presented her with the documentary proof of her fiancés infidelity. On seeing the photos she'd broken down, wailed like a banshee and attached herself to the surprised bounty hunter like an octopus to a divers mask. Unfortunately, she was so overzealous in her late night fumblings for comfort that she'd toppled over, sending both of them into the packed apple and orange crates below. As they were descending, the cuckolded girl was singing, “The farmers' daughter is a hoe hoe ho,” because it was the song that The Tractors had been playing for their first dance in the club where they'd met. Then, in a spectacularly bad piece of timing, her father had come barging in, brandishing a pitc
