l

t has got to be one of the hardest I

ed I didn't need so much. A buddy's grandson was looking to start in the farming business. I figured I'd give him

Most farmers I've met hold on to thei

d acres I have is plenty. I'm an old man. I don'

sygoing as you are. Hell, I w

ealizes somewhere along the way that life is too short to be uptight. We're all here for a short time, as long

t it's human

pose i

this operation. Promise me you'll stic

anywhere. I came here to help get

t into my soul. "Promise me that no matter what happens, you will make sure this farm is functioning. I don't wan

d the right person in here that will devote the time, energy, and most importantly love for the art of far

m going to lay down for a minute. I'l

to rest my hand on his ar

m for about a month and had come to know him pretty well. I was fond of him, and even though I was hired to take care of the managemen

d me out. I need a few minute

s up to now. One never knows with that guy. He means well

at situation later to

Honestly, I don't think he'll be all that upset to be given his w

ld be a clown. I hope like hell h

w. That could

way to his bedroom. I watched him go, noticed he was moving slowly. He looked like he was in pain. I though

her before heading out in search of Deke. He was a lot like a toddler-you didn't dare

hand as I surveyed the pasture and the wheat

," he ca

he cuffs of my faded jeans as I moved. Most people didn't see me as the farmer type. I'd been told I was too pretty to be a farmer. It was about the dumbest thing I

sually wore boots, jeans, and a dirty old hoodie with a plain T-shirt underneath. I kept my hair short in

liked who I was, and I didn't give two shits about fitting into someone