The White Fields

Danger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the Guardian of the Forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. They say you can take the boy away from the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the boy.

And it's a good thing. This is true because there are times when the men under my command who were farm boys have to help out in different places for one reason or another. This time it was to do most of the harvesting of the wheat fields outside of central city.

The farmers in that area were stricken with a particularly violent type of influenza, and 90% of them were in bed or in the hospital. The wheat had to be harvested and ripe grain doesn't wait for anyone. Well, I think I've said enough. Now let's see. Suppose we call this story the White Fields. Now let me have your attention, fellas. Man we're faced with

another serious problem in the farming country, as you well know by this time. I've been asked to send some more help as I've done before, and I've agreed to do it. However, the forest is pretty dry because of moisture shortage. So I can't send all the men I want to. To start off the loan of Manpower, I'm sending Marty Nelson, Larry Fleming, and Morgan Connors

to help harvest the wheat. You see any problems in this move? Yeah, boss, I got an objection. Okay, let's hear it, Lefty. The rest of us that helped out two years ago are going to miss some pahoga grub, pork, and those farm women cook.