Hard Way | The

His boss, an old-timer named Miller, looked up from a tractor engine. He looked at Elias’s dust-caked face and his trembling hands. "Truck die?" Miller asked. "Yep," Elias rasped.

Elias was a man built on the philosophy of the "Hard Way." When he was twelve, his father taught him to fix a fence by hand rather than using the tractor, saying, "A machine makes you fast, but the sweat makes you remember why the fence is there." The Hard Way

As the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks, the temperature plummeted. His muscles began to cramp, locking up in the sudden chill. He wasn't walking for the ranch anymore; he was walking to prove he still could. His boss, an old-timer named Miller, looked up