Jeb hitched up the wagon and headed north toward Brownsville, He didn’t get past the first creek before he realized one of the back wheels didn’t feel right.
He checked, and knew he wasn’t going anywhere until it got fixed. But nobody else was around and he couldn’t put on the spare by himself.
He picked up his cellphone to call AAA, but wouldn’t you know. He was in a dead zone. No phone service.
He had to ride old Hector back to the ranch bareback.