"It was comin' back and tryin' to get things in order again that didn't help," he admits. "Cane's a hell of a crop, y'gotta burn the field out and then cut it all."

He gently pulls up on the reins to slow the horse to a stop as they near the section of fence that needs fixing. "War took a few of our hands, an' my older brother."

He swings himself out of the saddle and drops quietly to the ground, moving to tie the horse so he'll stay put while they repair the busted patch.