Harvest Love Page #2

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Okay, so why aren't

you yielding?

Because I got here first.

It's not about

who got here first.

You have a yield sign,

and I don't.

So you're supposed to back up

and pull over.

Or... you could.

I'm going to take a wild guess

and say that you're not

from around here, are you?

No, I'm not,

but what difference

does that make?

Besides,

I have a child in my car,

and I don't want to risk

going into a ditch

or getting a flat

or something like that.

Not likely.

Okay, well then...

Why don't you show me

how it's done?

You know,

so I'll know for next time?

Okay.

Looks like I got a flat.

I feel terrible.

Can we at least give you a lift?

I'll be fine.

Just take it easy

on the next guy, all right?

Yeah, absolutely,

of course...

And again, I'm really sorry.

So, what do you think?

It's big.

Come on, let's

go find the key.

Your grandma said

it's where we always

used to keep it.

Was I ever here before?

Your daddy and I

brought you here

when you were

very little.

Your great-grandpa Gilson,

who was my grandpa,

was still alive

back then,

and we had

Thanksgiving here.

I don't remember.

Of course, you don't.

You were only a year

and a half old,

but there are plenty

of pictures inside.

At least,

there used to be.

You see that?

I did that when

I was your age.

I was running around

outside, playing,

and they told me

to stay off the porch,

and I didn't listen,

and the poor guy lost his nose.

Did you get in trouble?

I didn't get dessert

that night,

and your great-grandma Gilson's

pear cobbler

was the best thing

you've ever tasted.

Ever!

Right where grandma

said it would be.

Come on,

let's go inside.

Okay!

Why don't you take

the bedroom upstairs,

the first one

on the right?

That's my old room.

It's not a girl's room, is it?

You're safe.

It was redone

years ago.

And you see these trees

over here?

I planted these

with great-grandpa Gilson.

Hey!

What are you

so interested in?

I was just wondering

what that man was doing?

I think

he's stealing our pears.

Look,

go over there

and call the sheriff,

and tell him

that we have a pear thief

in Gilson orchard,

and to come quick.

Look, I don't know

who you think you are,

but this is private property.

You can't go around picking

other people's fruit.

I can if I work here.

You?

Yep, me.

If it isn't the road hog.

Listen,

I am so sorry about that flat.

I hope you were able

to change it all right.

Well...

A half an hour of my time,

and I was all good.

I'd be happy to pay for it...

The tire?

Not necessary.

Long as you learned

the rules of the road.

Yeah, I did.

I did indeed, Mr...?

Will Nash.

I manage the farm here.

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