“Be there soon!” Bernie tried to holler back
to no avail and just waved the guy back to his house.
“Let me get my shotgun and grab the rest of
the beer and we can go over there.” he said dismounting.
Bernie came back and climbed up in the
trailer and situated himself, while I put the beer in an empty tool
box welded to the frame on the side of the engine.
“All set.” Bernie hollered and I liked to
have took the poor guy of his feet, as I released the clutch and
brake and headed up the drive way.
“Sorry!” I yelled to non-hearing ears behind
me and gunned it up the hill causing him to lurch again.
I thought I heard, ‘slow down’, and adjusted
the throttle to a more moderate speed and looked back at Bernie
holding on for dear life with his shotgun constantly falling off
his small
