Brooding In a James Dean WayChapter 3
I got back from Hartford late and went straight home to get some sleep. I now had almost three grand saved up just from four months of wood deliveries. I'd paid my father back and had my Uncle Donald looking out for a second truck for me. My old truck had a twenty eight foot bed, and it was just about ideal, size wise. If I could get myself another truck I was going to get Cousin Lenny working for me in the Fall through the Spring. He was still the Caddymaster at Shennecossett, but there...