It was a hot afternoon in late April. Uncle Jesse was plowing the back 40 with Maudine the Mule because the tractor was broken down. It could of been easily fixed with spare parts laying around the farm but Jesse always found every excuse he could to use Maudine. He stopped her briefly and took the white handkerchief out of his back pocket to wipe the sweat off his old forehead. Maudine scuffed the north Georgia soil with her front left hoof kicking up dust, itching to get started again. Jesse looked up at a red-tailed hawk circling above. The hawk screeched as if he was hoping that Jesse and Maudine would kick up a meal for him. Jesse: All right darling we'll git started again. Don't be gittin' too impatient 'er I'll git Bo to fix that tractor today and you'll be out of a job. Speaking of Bo, I wonder where the heck he is right now.