The driver parked the wagon right in the middle of the gravel yard and shut off the engine.

The crowd shifted at once.

Sixty people formed a big half circle around the flatbed.

Denny Kruse walked over to the wagon in his heavy brown coat and tan cowboy hat.

He put both hands on the metal side rail.

He paused for a long second before lifting his left leg.

His arthritis made climbing onto the wagon hard.

He pulled himself up slowly, hiding the obvious effort by waving to someone in the back row.