Shelly On The FarmChapter 7
Nat's old pick-up still wasn't parked by the house when I walked down the hill into the yard. I only hoped that Old Man Gordon was true to his word and didn't care about my uncle plowing his pretty young wife. When Linda saw me dragging into the kitchen, she wiped her hands on her apron and gave me an inquisitive look. "Where's your uncle?" "He let me off at the pasture gate," I said, making up lies as fast as I could. "Said he had to get over to Johnston's to pick up some baling...