The heat was stifling today, and the sun beat down like the baker's oven. Bertel Kierulf made clicking sounds at his horses. Their ears flickered towards him, and they leaned into the yoke. With the reins, he guided the horses to settle the bucket into the strait. The bucket settled, and they dug in and began to pull the cable . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff