Blood poured from his hand. The wrench slammed against the metal as Bruce cursed; it had slipped, causing his knuckles to smash against the cutter-bar. Wiping his forehead, he stepped back from his broken-down combine, his faded jeans scraping the wheat stubble as he walked. Bruce clenched his jaw. It

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