Excerpt from WheatyardAnother teaser paragraph from Wheatyard, this time from chapter two.
The heat inside the car was stifling, with little relief from the wind that whipped through as we sped at sixty-five along the farm roads. The temperature gauge was running dangerously high, so there was no way I could run the air and risk overheating the engine. Wheatyard might be able to replace his own carburetor, and wring two free beers out of a reluctant bartender, but there was no way he could conjure up a fresh supply of coolant out here in the vacant countryside. The annoyance act that worked so well for him at the bar probably wouldn't work on the nearest suspicious farmer.
I am officially in line to snap this up and devour it!
Posted by: Paul Lamb at Feb 26, 2013 1:16:12 PM
I always figured you were in line, but I'm glad you made it official.
Posted by: Pete at Feb 27, 2013 8:48:07 AM