“Good night, Dukey”<br/>Clara says good night to Sukey and her daddy, and goes up stairs, shutting off all the lights except the kitchen light.<br/>She undresses and put on her Tractors Are Us nightie, and says to her Momma  in heaven, “Woowee Momma, Dukey sure is the man fer me. You were right. Well, goodnight Momma.”<br/><br/>Climbing in to bed she hears a rumble and see some old truck coming up the back road towards the barn. “What in blue blazes?” She thinks maybe it is someone wanting to steal chickens again, she loads her shotgun with rock salt, climbs down the roof to the back porch, so she doesn't disturb her daddy and Sukey.<br/>She see's some strange fellar's feet outside his truck. Lookin in it. She aims the shotgun at his feet.<br/>“Okay Mister, you turn around real slow now, ya hear? My chickens ain't free, and you's need to get back in yer truck, before I blow yer feet to hell and back!”