The Error of Elightenment

   Wade, picking through a neatly arranged tool compartment, mumbling at the shiny pretties, " gotcha".  Turned to the winched up hog hanging chest high by a cable shackled with two chains attached to the two top lift points; rotated the burnt greasy thing using two fingers, and ever so gently plugged a vacume tester onto a nipple in a open port; like a horse whisperer " that's right you'll be fine, I think its just one or two tiny ruptures in the line, that nasty fluid in your component cavity will wash right out, you'll be good as new, that's good, you're doing excellent..." whispering like def soprano in a quiet room.  Lucky's visceral reaction to that kind vicarious embarrassment was to pretend to be engrossed in some intriguing task, at that moment it was making sure he and Wade were not going to be witnesses to some sort of event that he had just came to realise, he might've been a part of, maybe.  Struggling to get over the embarrassment of having to interrupt Wade; there by acknowledging he was aware of Wade's particular method of bot repair; and at the same time exposing himself as the voyeur of the situation, compounding his discomfort in the awkward situation.  Wade on the other hand seemed to be oblivious to all of those horrifying predicaments, and saved Lucky by hollering at him; "lucky, could you come over here and hold still this poor wretched heart-broken thing".  The hog hanging from the cable was offering no resistance, Wade could get no purchase on the hog, the vacume tester's hose was stuck on the nipple.  Lucky floated up on unsteady legs, took him a few steps to even out, Wade grimaced a smile watching him make his way over to the hog.  Luck held the opposite end and Wade pull the tube off, the recoil nearly sent Lucky down, but he held on to that grimy, greasy, almost to hot to touch, piece of scrap, that used to be hog seventy nine.  Wade looked over in the tool kit and told lucky to; "sweet talk it a little, give it some love", Lucky, on top of being more than slightly uncomfortable with the situation; aside from quickly shuffling through ideas under the heading of: [ How To Get Wade Out Of Here ] - couldn't come up with any words of encouragement for poor hog seventy nine, " I can't think of anything".  Wade snapped a tiny square bit and put it in a screw driver, " oh come on Lucky, you must say something... it's your hog, you know it the best, you've been together for years".  In a mechanical voice Lucky came up with: "rest in piece hog seventy nine formally hog twenty eight".  Wade seem surprised and a little hurt, " well that's kind of mean, I mean this hog is far from dead, I think I can fix it right here".   Lucky looked at him, looked up, it was getting late, about seven or eight, and then he remembered, I forgot to recall the hogs, " all done, they were all at the end of the field waiting for a return command, that was it.  " tell you what, you've got till the other hogs get back, I just made the command" the hogs had all started and had crossed the ditch to take the road back.  Wade was only a little pissed, deep down he knew this hog was scrap: " that's like what? five minuets, rats.  You know what Lucky, you have the time, you just have to trust the clockwork set in motion... your problem is that you don't, and your going to get dinged for it, maybe not now, maybe not soon, but for you it is unavoidable,  those people at the corporate will..." he stopped, looked at the rig, his truck was going to be in the way; "allright, it's all good, you'll do fine, I'll just take her back and fix it at the shop, cooler any how".  He rotated the boom and lowered the hog into the back of his truck, lucky walked over and climbed up the rigs thorax decking, swaying in a non-existent evening breeze, they both looked at each other like two strangers in stadium packed by thousands, Wade spoke up first: " sorry about that Lucky, maybe it was the late night, I've only had about an hours sleep", and lucky holding on, let him know: "it's all right, it's fine, we're all in it together... keep that in .." he hesitated looked out at the horizon, spotted a sparrow hawk, a kestrel; holding a stationary position in midair, roughly about one hundred yards out, and looking right at them: " nothing... never mind... see ya".  Wade took off, the sparrow hawk disappeared, and the hogs buzzed and hummed through the ditch into the smashed down prairie, and clanked into their stalls for the night.  Lucky jumped off the deck and retracted the stall reel and said, " good night hogs", looked out to the spot the thermos was at, stood still in the quiet,straining to hear an out of place noise through the rustling of the corn leaves, chattering of the birds, and the pink noise of the bugs.  It was late he didn't care, the sun was low , fell into the cab, and powered up the hydraulic drive, eased it over the ditch and on to the road, and missed that rather low muffled rumbling, a very out of place noise, by just a couple of hours.