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As Robert and Linda head west, toward pancakes and anarchism,* our story takes us a couple of states east, toward supervision and beef.They don’t fool around on the high plains of Kansas, so look sharp, stay with the herd, and don’t miss the train when we get out of Dodge.
* not anarchy
Confused about literature, we have identified as our hero an extremely old tractor in disgraceful disrepair, last seen chained to a trailer in a gas station parking lot in southern New Mexico. On its way to a salvage yard in Las Cruces , its straits could hardly have been more dire, nor its awareness of them more dim. Happily for all, our tractor received what appears to be an 11th hout reprieve when the Junk Guys discovered that it would be much better for business to avoid the salvage yard.
Hopefully, this saga will end with an exclusive report from Dona Ana County’s Farm and Ranch Museum, fully illustrated with photos of our hero pretending that its restoration had neither occured nor been neccescary. Tractors never speak of such matters. They see themselves as gleaming and well-oiled, even if they’re covered in rust and haven’t been running since 1962.
I look forward to writing that report, but I’m not quite counting on it.
There is that about tractors that resists the reasonable urge to conclude even a simple story. Even when it’s clearly over, you usually don’t get to write “The End”.
With tractors, it’s never really the end.
For now though, we may leave our hero awaiting its future admirers, and turn our attention to the high plains of western Kansas, where one of its numerous relatives happens to be thinking about a favorite cousin in Sierra County, New Mexico.
Preceded by flags and trumpets, Dedication E. Ford leads a parade down the main street of a cattle town that later played itself on TV. Dedication, known widely as Ded (the E. stands for Endurance) has no idea that its cousin Infinity had fallen on delicate circumstances some time ago. The possibility of the powerful Infinity rattling down Hwy. 25 behind a scrap metal truck extends well beyond Ded’s cognitive realm. Its own days are spent parked behind an equipment shed on a Kansas wheat farm, twelve miles from the Oklahoma panhandle.
In a moment, we shall be able to tell you what’s passing through the old tractor’s mind.
Meanwhile, here comes the parade.