Ol’ Vern is still gettin’ my space ready when the tractor give up workin’. So, a day and a half later, ol’ Herb felt up to comin’ by, an in a half hour, he cussed that tractor into runnin’ agin. He’s an old cowboy, but Herb knowed is tractors. So, we loaded trash till both front tires went flat on the bottom. They was so dry and cracked, you could see the air inside, what was left. Another day to get new tires put on an back to work. Only a week behind in five days. Life in rural Texas don’t alway’s run like a pocket watch. More like a three-legged jackrabbit.