A heavy summer wind blew the side-by-side American and Wyoming state flags attached to the rear of the big red farm machine. The surrounding wheat was less amenable to the breeze. Instead, it stood upright as if in fear, like it knew the intention of the decades-old combine atop of it, staring it down.
At age 86, Harry Wolff mans the giant vehicle in his wheat field just south of Gillette. As he always has.