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He pulled out his phone. One bar. He called the local Claas dealership in Grand Island. Busy. He called again. Busy. He texted his father, who was running the grain cart. “Lex down. Hose. Rotor drive.” The reply came two minutes later, crisp and grim: “Dealer says three days. Part in Chicago. We’re screwed.”

Then he hung up.

Miles had never met him. But his father had told stories. Harv kept a meticulous inventory of salvaged combines, threshers, and balers, all cataloged in a set of green ledgers. He knew every part number from the first Dominator 68 to the latest Lexion 700 series. He also knew that a farmer’s time was measured in bushels per hour. claas parts doc

Miles wanted to argue, but the logic was cold and hard. He’d seen the pressure needle jump erratically yesterday. He’d chalked it up to a sticky gauge. “Okay,” he said quietly. “And the part?” He pulled out his phone