The Farmer s Young DaughterChapter 3 The creek
I was remembering my daughter’s words as I maneuvered the big tractor around the hayfield. I was certainly looking forward to the bedtime adventures her words had promised. I looked out across the pasture and saw the girl driving the smaller tractor. Mollie was doing a good job with the hay rake. My ‘tomboy’ daughter was a mighty fine farmhand. I was sitting in an air-conditioned tractor cab while she had no such comfort. The blazing sun beat down on her. She must be working on her tan...