"Remind me never to do this again," B said once we were settled in.

"I reminded you before you agreed to go in the first place," Shirin noted dryly.

"You didn't do it forcefully enough."

Michael cleared his throat and said, "You never know when you might have planted a seed," and then turned an amazing shade of scarlet.

"It's kind of you to say that, Michael," B said gently, "but that was mighty hard ground."

The Story of B, page 105

I was on the firestorm group trying to explain to the progressives why a man might not be happy about being kept from his property, but was instantly surrounded by a mob of statists. hard ground indeed.

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