The Machine That Challenged the Horses Part 1

Ernest Teucher looked up from his notebook. "Furrows."

"What?"

"They're called furrows."

Hollen stared at him, exhausted and muddy. "I know what they're called, Ernest."

"Then why call them holes?"

"Because the bloody thing spent half the afternoon burying itself in one!"

Across the table, Arthur Pendelton burst out laughing.

Ernest gave a small sigh and tapped his pencil. "It was a traction issue."

"It was a stuck-in-the-mud issue."

"Technically speaking—"

"Don't you dare start with 'technically,'" Hollen warned.

Arthur leaned back, clearly having a great time. "I have to say, this whole farming venture is turning out to be quite entertaining."

Ernest glanced at him. "You haven't even looked at the test results yet."

"I've seen the bills," Arthur said dryly. "That's plenty."

"Those are two completely different things."

"Not from my chair, they aren't."