“Ayup. Been a dickens of a summer, ain’t it?” Karl spit a stream of brown tobacco juice to the ground.
“Oh, you betcha. Hot, humid, and all this Covid crud. We thought it’d be all done by now.”
“Flatten the curve, yeah? “
“Phshaw! Such nonsense!”
The two old farmers stood quiet, leaning on the fence rail, watching the tractor maneuver the loaded hay wagon.
“Well. Keep good, yeah? Gotta go help. Horses gotta eat.”
“Ayup. Keep good. See ya!”