The car roared forward and clouded the Blue Man with dust. Sam leaned back into his seat and stepped on the gas hard. The Blue Man smiled a radiant smile, showing most every one of his teeth. The blue man turned on his heels and black eyes took ahold on Sam’s. “Hey there! You need a lift someplace?” Sam called. The man’s jeans looked worn and faded and Sam noticed there wasn’t any mud on them, even though the man was standing inch deep in a puddle. His blue denim jacket looked heavy and couldn’t be helping the heat any. The man had stopped walking and just stood there. He stopped the car alongside the man and leaned over to roll down the passenger side window. Sam always had a couple bottles of water rolling around in here, another one of Sarah’s contributions. Maybe he could give the walker a lift a ways, just to cut down on some of the distance. He was dressed all in blue from head to toe. It was getting past 5 and the sun had already started its downward climb, but the sun’s heat lingered here and could wear a fellow down while he was working.Īs Sam got closer, he saw that it was man and a big one at that. Hell of a day to be walking, especially since it was so hot. His thoughts drifted away as he saw a figure walking along the roadside, picking its way through the ditch and the weeds and the water. He snorted outloud at his wordplay and thought about telling Sarah later.
He finally grabbed a hold of the apple without taking his eyes off the road and took a bite. So he’d get into the habit of it, she said.
Loaded him up with all kinds of fruit and vegetables before he went anywhere. Part of Sarah’s big project to get him to start eating right. Sam groped for the apple that was rolling around on the seat next to him. His was his and had been in his family since folks started coming out here to the Midwest and he’d be damned if he was going to be the one that let it go. There wouldn’t ever be a time that he’d work another man’s land, not for any amount of money. Maybe they’d even let you stay on and work the land. Sell the land and get a pretty check in the mail. It wouldn’t be too long before Ned Harrison sold though. Spending time talking to the other men who farmed the area, the last few holdouts who hadn’t been bought out by any of the big conglomerates yet. He hadn’t had much business in town, so his visit was short and sweet. Samuel Douglas drove home from town, taking the main highway instead of the usual back roads that he was particular to. From “The Blue Man”, traditional folk ballad
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