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Chapter 34
34 Connie leaned into the spanner and shifted so she could throw her weight against it. It wasn’t going to budge. She needed— Grumps stood close behind her and handed her a three-pound sledge. Exactly! She struck the handle of the two-foot-long wrench once, twice, three times, ringing so loudly it hurt her ears in the narrow bay. It might have once been a horse stall but now it held an ancient John Deere Unistyler tractor, one with the majority of its bolts rusted into place. On the fourth strike, a shower of brown flakes flurried into the air and the bolt let loose all at once with a low, grinding groan and a high squeal of steel. “Always the last one that’s most stubborn.” Grumps leaned on the half-wall and watched her progress. She used a triple block and tackle she’d rigged from
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