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he fixed neighbors’ tractors for free, sat on his porch, and drank coffee strong enough to float nails.
He had been watching the Keller crew since morning.
When the rig sank deeper, Hank clicked his tongue once.
The sound was soft, but Bryce Keller heard it. “You got something to say, old-timer?”
“I’d say you put forty tons where God only allowed twenty,continue reading …
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