We share these burdens.

Just send me the exact model of that baler when you get home.”

The line went dead.

She had hung up on me.

I stared at the black screen of the phone.

The cab of the truck smelled like old grease and field dust.

I kept my equipment in perfect shape.

Joe the mechanic looked over the tractor and the baler every single season, and neither one had broken down since I bought them.