Ludlow was no cobbler. He merely did what he needed to do and right now he needed a new sole for his left shoe, worn thin from the wheel. It needed to be replaced 3 weeks ago but he hadn’t been able to find any tires to craft a new shoe bottom, or to sleep for that matter, during the stretch of “Everest” as the carny leggers called the Washington, Oregon, California, Nevada circuit. It was named Everest after the bio-scare of ‘23 when the larger half could no longer afford even low grade, “McDonald” biofuel. That’s when the leggers emerged as the latest indentured slave. Horse’s, mules and donkey were now for eating so it was up to the leggers to pull the carnival load. Literally. They ran the little wheel, the human powered wheel that powered the ferris wheel for the children of the energy riche. They were the only ones that could pay other people to spin them around on the ferris wheel. After the stop they broke it down and pulled it to the nearest train. This west coast tour had many stops far from the railroad stop so in addition to driving the rides on site, setting up and breaking down, the leggers had many extra miles to pull it all. Places like Moxee, Washington, Lake Oswego, Oregon, McCloud, California and Gabbs, Nevada. And they had very little time to do it all. Hence, Ludlow’s predicament of a growing hole at the ball of his left foot. The hole had allowed for a blister which popped, pussed and became infected which made for a horrible smell.

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