 When you bought the tractor, I thought that would help. It did, until I broke my leg. What happens to the tractor? It goes, too, I reckon. If only you hadn't taken that extra job at the sawmill, Elisha. We needed the extra money, remember? You can't do farming with a broken leg. Gotta let the place go, Cora. The bank's on my case all the time. What then? I still got my power saw, and nobody holds a mortgage on the mule.