Her temper seemed to be cooling, but her face was a jumble.

I couldn't find any one thing on it that would help me, so I just stumbled ahead guessing at what to say.
"He didn't WANT to do it.

He perfectly HATED it.

Those fields were his Waterloo.

Every furrow was a FIGHT, but he was FORCED to show you." "Exactly WHAT was he trying to show me ?" "I can think of three things he told me," I answered.