I guess he's working late again. I don't need to wonder where he is. But I do. He ought a know that by now. . I know his job takes a lot of him. There's not much left for him to give.
Before my second year of college. You were barely seventeen. I was haulin' hay for your Daddy. An' you brought me a glass of tea. . To a farm boy from Oklahoma.
She was holding her breath and he attempted a prayer. And he was cussing the dust rising up in the air. 'cause the old cattle trail, well, it weren't anywhere.