"Grab the other roll of fencing and start unfurling it, Harry," I yelled at my hired hand, trying to make myself heard over the howling wind.
"You got it, boss." He hustled off the tractor and carried the heavy wood lathe fencing over to where I was digging a hole.
Dang, Harry was a hard-working man. He was almost as hard-working as I was and a damned nice guy too. Too bad for him he had to hook up with my sister. She was hell on wheels with a spare to boot. She almost knocked my head off last night with the can opener she threw at me. One little wise-crack about the width of her backside. Hell, I'd only been making fun. Life is too damned short not to have fun along the way.
I pounded the digger into the ground and pulled up chunks of good, rich black Iowa loam and dropped it, pile aft
