Distances Impossible to Know
By Kent Nelson
Queenie had been at her father’s desk at the Massey-Ferguson dealership in Chadron, Nebraska, for almost a month since her return from Madagascar. In that time she’d fired lazy Lefty Gilday and Toot Banks, both of whom drank on the job. Neither had sold a tractor or combine harvester or a baler in more than… Read more »
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