CHAPTER SIX
One summer night about five years ago, Wyatt and I were splitting a twelve-pack and cruising the back roads when he took a corner a bit too fast and wound up in the ditch. We tried pushing, rolling his truck off the jack, and every other trick we could think of before we gave up and took a walk down the road. About a mile down we discovered a barn with a tractor parked out back. It was late at night, and we didn’t see any need to go up to the house and wake the farmer. We just hot-wired the tractor and drove it back to our truck, thinking that we would have it back before it was even missed. Our brilliant plan hit a minor snag when we got the tractor stuck, too, and broke an axle in the process. There was nothing to do then but crack open a couple of more cold ones and puzzle
