Hauling Hay In The Summertime

Five to seven thousand.

Sometimes he was just the dude who paid for gassing the truck up.

Now alfalfa was a beast.

Toss, run, literally run, to the next bale, get it staged, toss, run to the next bale, get it staged.

He probably borrowed money from his dad to put gas in the driver’s truck so he didn’t have to do any real work.

Wire was kryptonite to an alfalfa bale.

Unless you were the driver of course. Your truck, your rules right?

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A published author enjoying married Texas bliss. Dog person living with cats. A writer of Henry James' stories. Featured In MuckRack. Top Writer In Fiction.

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