They Mocked His "Garbage" Tractor. They Didn't Know It Was A Weapon. 4:30 A.M. The alarm clock rattles like a death rattle in the freezing Nebraska darkness. My name is Ethan Callaway, and I’m seventeen. While the rich kids in my high school are sleeping in heated rooms, I’m out here in a drafty barn, trying to coax life into a twenty-five-year-old John Deere that’s seen more tragedy than a tractor ever should. My hands are cracked, bleeding, and permanently stained with grease. It’s the only in