"You gonna fix that busted fence today?" Wyatt Snow, my foreman spoke.
"I might," I said, rather hateful. "Right after I run into town and take care of a little business."
"What kind of business you got in town?"
"If you must know, it's personal and don't concern you, so just butt out and take care of your own business."
"I reckon I can do that," he says.
"You know you can't keep shirking your chores like this? I'm getting too blamed old to do mine and yours. Can't that trip to town wait 'til you get the fence mended?"
"I guess since you put it that way, I'll take care of it now."
