Ryans asked hands behind his back. He watched as teams of branacks towed wagons loaded with hay to the wood pole slide. Workers would unload the wet hay onto the slide then when they were finished a driver would whip a pair of branacks hooked to a set of pulleys. The whip didn't hurt them, but the snap on their flesh made them work harder. These pulleys pulled on the shuttle, making the entire assembly go up the ramp and then tip to dump the load into the box. “This is a beaver slide?” he asked shaking his head. “Yeah, I heard about it. Watched a show on one of the Discovery channels. Ranch thing. That's where I got the idea. See we stack the hay, let it dry out, then bail it and we're golden,” Scooter said nodding. “I wish we had steam for some of this. Take a lot of the work out.” “Tell me about it,” Ryans sighed. He'd heard Max was close to a steam engine but he'd believe it when he saw it. Steam was technically not all that hard to use, but a pain in the ass to keep up.
