the silent center pivot.
“I don’t know how to start it.”
Butch nodded.
“I figured.”
“I called someone. He said he could come back in two weeks.”
“You don’t have two weeks.”
Phil removed his cap.
Rubbed his forehead.
And stared at the machinery.
Then Butch said something that finally broke through his pride.
“There’s a man eleven miles from here who knows everything about that irrigation system.”
Phil lowered his eyes.
“I know.”
“Then why aren’t you calling him?”
Phil hesitated.
Finally, he admitted the truth.
“Because Dad left
