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up. She roared to life, just as he expected.
He smiled at the power he could feel beneath him. He wouldn’t have any trouble pulling the sled. It wouldn’t matter that the weights pushed forward on the sled’s axles, making the front of it push into the ground. His engine would rip right through the dirt and keep pulling at a good, strong pace the full one hundred meters.
Everyone he knew came out for the annual Independence Day event that took place in the town’s fairgrounds. The fact that the town allowed vending stands to start setting up last year made the tractor pull quite an event. They’d sell funnel cakes and popcorn, hot dogs and hamburgers. He’d heard someone was setting up a blooming onion stand. His mouth watered at the thought of the fried vegetable dipped in that delicious pinkish-colored sauce. After winning, he’d be sure to get him one of those.
Once the truck and tractor pull finished and it started to get dark, the sheriff’s department would set off fireworks. For a small town, Drew had been impressed by the good show they’d been able to put on, but then the sheriff’s son-in-law had a brother in Tennessee who sold them fireworks at a discounted rate.
In the back of his mind, he still wondered about Melody’s tractor and engine. He’d learned the hard way he couldn’t take that gal for granted. She was a talented mechanic; he couldn’t deny it. But if she had to work with what Nick and Roy had to offer with their tractor, then Drew shouldn’t have any trouble showing her who was the boss of the tractor pull.
He turned off the tractor and jumped down. He’d planned to work on finishing up the foundation of his house today, but he had to make sure the tractor was ready first. The tractor pull was in a little over a week, and he’d never be able to show his face in town again if Melody beat him.
He spotted Mike’s truck driving along the dirt road leading to the barn. He waved at his friend, and Mike parked and stuck his arm out the window. “Whatcha doin?”
Drew patted the tractor. “Getting ready for the pull. Did you hear Melody’s planning to race?”
“I heard.” Mike patted the side of the truck. “The woman’s just itching to prove herself.”
“She sure is.”
“Sounds like someone else I know.” Drew squinted at Mike. “Now, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Not supposed to mean anything.” He motioned for Drew to get in the truck. “Come on. It’s lunchtime, and I’m heading to the diner.”
Drew’s stomach growled when Mike mentioned food. He hadn’t realized it had gotten so late. Noting the sun high in the sky, he realized he’d been out working on the tractor longer than he thought. If he didn’t watch it, he was going to get behind on his farmwork. “Sounds good. Take me by the house to clean up a bit.”
He got in the truck, and Mike drove to the house. Drew hurried into the bathroom and washed his face and hands and changed his shirt. Most everyone went to the diner just as they were after a hard morning’s work on the farm, but Drew’s mom would have his hide if he didn’t at least clean up enough that he wasn’t covered in dirt and smell of cows and sweat. After running a brush through his hair, he went back outside and got in the truck with Mike.
As they headed to the diner, Drew’s thoughts jumbled with all he needed to do for the house and the farm, and yet now he was worried about not having his tractor fixed up enough. When he thought rationally, he knew his competitiveness with Melody was ridiculous. Normally, he’d never even consider going against a girl in a tractor pull.
It was her attitude. He just couldn’t get past how the woman thought she needed to beat a man, him in particular, at everything. He bet if he had his mom show him how to stitch a quilt, that fool-brained woman would try to make one that looked better.
He should challenge her to a cooking duel. She’d proven she wasn’t any count in the
He smiled at the power he could feel beneath him. He wouldn’t have any trouble pulling the sled. It wouldn’t matter that the weights pushed forward on the sled’s axles, making the front of it push into the ground. His engine would rip right through the dirt and keep pulling at a good, strong pace the full one hundred meters.
Everyone he knew came out for the annual Independence Day event that took place in the town’s fairgrounds. The fact that the town allowed vending stands to start setting up last year made the tractor pull quite an event. They’d sell funnel cakes and popcorn, hot dogs and hamburgers. He’d heard someone was setting up a blooming onion stand. His mouth watered at the thought of the fried vegetable dipped in that delicious pinkish-colored sauce. After winning, he’d be sure to get him one of those.
Once the truck and tractor pull finished and it started to get dark, the sheriff’s department would set off fireworks. For a small town, Drew had been impressed by the good show they’d been able to put on, but then the sheriff’s son-in-law had a brother in Tennessee who sold them fireworks at a discounted rate.
In the back of his mind, he still wondered about Melody’s tractor and engine. He’d learned the hard way he couldn’t take that gal for granted. She was a talented mechanic; he couldn’t deny it. But if she had to work with what Nick and Roy had to offer with their tractor, then Drew shouldn’t have any trouble showing her who was the boss of the tractor pull.
He turned off the tractor and jumped down. He’d planned to work on finishing up the foundation of his house today, but he had to make sure the tractor was ready first. The tractor pull was in a little over a week, and he’d never be able to show his face in town again if Melody beat him.
He spotted Mike’s truck driving along the dirt road leading to the barn. He waved at his friend, and Mike parked and stuck his arm out the window. “Whatcha doin?”
Drew patted the tractor. “Getting ready for the pull. Did you hear Melody’s planning to race?”
“I heard.” Mike patted the side of the truck. “The woman’s just itching to prove herself.”
“She sure is.”
“Sounds like someone else I know.” Drew squinted at Mike. “Now, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Not supposed to mean anything.” He motioned for Drew to get in the truck. “Come on. It’s lunchtime, and I’m heading to the diner.”
Drew’s stomach growled when Mike mentioned food. He hadn’t realized it had gotten so late. Noting the sun high in the sky, he realized he’d been out working on the tractor longer than he thought. If he didn’t watch it, he was going to get behind on his farmwork. “Sounds good. Take me by the house to clean up a bit.”
He got in the truck, and Mike drove to the house. Drew hurried into the bathroom and washed his face and hands and changed his shirt. Most everyone went to the diner just as they were after a hard morning’s work on the farm, but Drew’s mom would have his hide if he didn’t at least clean up enough that he wasn’t covered in dirt and smell of cows and sweat. After running a brush through his hair, he went back outside and got in the truck with Mike.
As they headed to the diner, Drew’s thoughts jumbled with all he needed to do for the house and the farm, and yet now he was worried about not having his tractor fixed up enough. When he thought rationally, he knew his competitiveness with Melody was ridiculous. Normally, he’d never even consider going against a girl in a tractor pull.
It was her attitude. He just couldn’t get past how the woman thought she needed to beat a man, him in particular, at everything. He bet if he had his mom show him how to stitch a quilt, that fool-brained woman would try to make one that looked better.
He should challenge her to a cooking duel. She’d proven she wasn’t any count in the
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