Reminiscence Installment 24

I was walking down the road toward Columbia and a farmer asked me if I wanted to work.  Out of the blue, can you believe it?  Of course, I told him that I would work as hard as he wanted as long as he paid me a fair wage.

The day ended up being pretty good.  I picked pole beans and hoed some weeds, got free lunch and dinner, and even got a place to sleep in his shed.  This fellow's wife was sure curious about where I came from and why I had left home.  I avoided answering her questions directly but sure got the feeling that she thought I was running from the law.  I guess that I had better settle on a story to tell so that folks won't be turning me into the sheriff as an outlaw.  I'll settle on something tonight and tell her in the morning.  No sense losing a good place to stay as long as there is work for me to do here.

One thing, though.  I had always heard about farmers having pretty daughters that were on the lookout for fellows passing through.  Well, it is not true here.  Best thing he has to offer me is his old tractor and a blanket.  Just my luck...