"Day after day my brother and I would help out mother around the farm after father got drafted." McLaney said as he threw another two sticks into the fire to keep it going. "We would help out with whatever she needed. Milking cows, herding sheep with our dog Missy, turning the fields for new crop and selling the old crop in town. My brother and I grew strong and the work got easier, but it was still hard, especially what with the folks in town giving us less than decent prices for our crops."
"What about the bit where everything turned sour," asked Smith.
"I was getting to that." McLaney replied. "We were with our mother like that pretty much for a whole year after our father was drafted. Life settled into an easy going sort of pace up until the morning the military came knocking at out
