The Lost Wagon w/ Direct link technology (A Western Adventure Story)

When he had guided his plow halfway down the furrow, a bar-winged fly alighted just above Joe Tower's right ear. He felt it crawling, its presence irritating through the sweat that beaded his forehead and dampened his temples, and he knew that he should swat it away. When it was ready to do so the fly would bite him, and bar-winged flies drew blood when they bit.
He did not raise his hand because once again the devils which, at sporadic intervals, tormented him, were having a field day. The ...