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摘要

Like Any Farmer Patrolling The Back 2,000, Dave Weiss steers his pickup with two fingers, seat belt unfastened, eyes on his fence posts. "Why don't you love me like you used to do?" he croons. "How come you treat me like a worn-out shoe?" Weiss grins, revealing the absence of several teeth, the handiwork of a bull no longer bellowing. Loose tools and pens skitter across his dashboard, which is coated in dust so thick it looks like red velour. Built like an ox, wearing a blue plaid shirt with homemade short sleeves and a camo cap, Weiss is a man of seemingly irrepressible good humor. "How was that?" he asks eagerly. "I can also do Cash."