Big Iron

Previously

…The first time it fired up, my dad stood beside me, a rare look of pride on his face. Sarah, who happened to be walking by, stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. Old Man Roney, who’d been leaning against the fence, nodded slowly, a satisfied glint in his eyes. The sound of that engine, resurrected from the silence of the woods, was more than just noise. It was a declaration. It was the sound of a dream taking hold, of a forgotten past being brought back into the light. It was the sound of Troy Forbes, finally finding his voice. The iron beast was waking up.