#Swing Check Valve

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Why Indian Check Valve Manufacturers Are Gaining Global Recognition

The Indian industrial valve industry is rapidly expanding, positioning the country as a global leader in check valve production. With rising exports and increasing adoption of advanced manufacturing techniques, Indian check valve manufacturers are competing with global giants in the market.

Growth of the Indian Valve Industry

India’s industrial sector has witnessed significant growth, particularly in:

Oil & Gas – Indian manufacturers supply valves to refineries worldwide.

Pharmaceuticals – High-purity valves are in demand for sterile processes.

Water Treatment – The demand for reliable water treatment valves has surged.

Key Factors Behind India’s Success in Valve Manufacturing

1. Cost-Effective and High-Quality Production

India’s competitive manufacturing costs make its products more affordable while maintaining high quality.

2. Advanced Technology Adoption

CNC machining for precision manufacturing.

Automated quality control measures.

Compliance with global safety standards.

3. Expanding Export Capabilities

Indian manufacturers have established strong partnerships with international clients, exporting to markets in Europe, the Middle East, and North America.

Leading Indian Check Valve Manufacturers

Several Indian companies are now recognized globally for their expertise in manufacturing non-return valves and industrial check valves. Their ability to produce customized solutions while maintaining affordability gives them a competitive edge in the global market.

For businesses seeking high-performance, cost-effective solutions, partnering with a top check valve company in India ensures optimal results for industrial applications.

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Swing Check Valve Manufacturer, Supplier & Exporter

Asten is a leading Swing Check Valve manufacturer, supplier and exporter in India. Our valve, which permits fluid flow forward and prohibits fluid flow backward, is widely utilized in many industries. Swing check valve features a lip sealing on the disc to ensure tightness and takes very little force to operate.

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Swing Check Valve Manufacturers in india

Speciality Valve is celebrated as the esteemed Swing Check Valve Manufacturers in India. Our advanced manufacturing capabilities enable us to customize valves to your exact specifications, ensuring optimal performance and reliability and type of valve that is designed to prevent backflow in pipelines. It operates automatically without requiring external control. 

Working Principle of  Swing Check Valve

The Swing Check Valve works through a hinged disc or flap that swings open when the flow direction is correct, allowing fluid to pass through. When the fluid flow reverses or stops, the disc swings back to its closed position, effectively sealing the valve and preventing backflow.

Main Components of  Swing Check Valve 

Body: The body of the valve is typically made of durable materials like cast iron, stainless steel, or brass to withstand high pressures and resist corrosion.

Hinge and Disc: The disc is attached to a hinge mechanism that allows it to swing open or closed based on the direction of flow.

Seat: The seat provides a surface for the disc to seal against when the valve is closed, preventing leakage.

Bolt: The bolt holds the valve body components together and ensures structural integrity.

Spring (optional): Some designs may include a spring to assist in closing the disc when the flow is stopped.

Benefits of  Swing Check Valve 

Prevents Backflow: The primary benefit of a Swing Check Valve is its ability to prevent backflow, 

Automatic Operation: Swing Check Valves operate automatically, eliminating the need for external control mechanisms.

Low Maintenance: These valves have fewer moving parts and are relatively easy to maintain, reducing downtime.

Durability: High-quality materials used in construction ensure the valve's long service life.

Cost-Effective: it offers affordable solutions for industries, making them a cost-effective choice for preventing backflow.

Speciality valve is the largest  Swing Check Valve Manufacturers in India provide guarantees high-quality, durable.

Industries Uses

1.Oil and Gas Industry

2.Chemical and Petrochemical Plants

3.Water Treatment Facilities

4.Power Generation

5.Natural Gas Distribution

its Description 

Body Material: Cast Steel (A216 WCB, WCC, LCB, LCC, WC6, WC9), WCB, SS304, 316L, Duplex Steel, 904L, Aluminium bronze, Stainless Steel [ SS316 , SS304, SS316L, SS904L, CF8, CF8M, F304, F316, F31L, F51, F3,F55, F91 ] Class: 150LB – 2500LB Size: ½” – 40” Ends: butt weld, socket weld, threaded, flanged

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Swing Check Valves

We are one of the leading companies engaged in business of manufacturing and supplying Swing Check Valve.

Flow Marshal Valves is a leading name in the domain of valve manufacturing, specializing in the production of high-quality swing check valves. As a prominent swing check valve manufacturer in India, we take pride in our ability to deliver reliable and durable solutions to meet the diverse needs of our clients across various industries.

With a strong focus on innovation and precision engineering, Flow Marshal Valves has established itself as a trusted provider of industrial valve solutions. Our swing check valves are designed to deliver optimal performance and efficiency in a wide range of applications, including oil and gas, petrochemical, water treatment, power generation, and more. As one of the top swing check valve exporters in India, we are committed to delivering products of exceptional quality to customers worldwide. Our comprehensive range of swing check valves is manufactured using high-grade materials such as cast iron, carbon steel, stainless steel, and alloy steel, ensuring durability and reliability in even the most demanding operating conditions.

At Flow Marshal Valves, quality is paramount. We adhere to stringent quality control measures throughout the manufacturing process to ensure that every swing check valve meets the highest standards of excellence. From raw material procurement to final inspection.

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PPH Swing Type Check Valve DN15-300

Earthy Yellow PPH Swing Type Wafer Check Valve Custom 10 Inch DN15-DN300 Plastic Industrial Flap Silent Manual Check Valve For Sewage Model Number:H44F-10S Application:General

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Advantages of Swing Check Valves

Cost-Effectiveness: The relatively simple design and robust construction make swing check valves a cost-effective choice compared to more complex check valve types. Their low maintenance requirements further enhance their economic advantage. Low Pressure Drop: Swing check valves typically offer a lower pressure drop compared to other types of check valves. This characteristic is particularly beneficial in systems where maintaining pressure is critical. Durability: Made from materials such as stainless steel, bronze, or PVC, swing check valves are designed to withstand harsh operating conditions, including high pressures and corrosive environments. Versatility: Swing check valves are available in various sizes and materials, making them suitable for a wide range of applications across different industries.

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Swing Check Valve Manufacturers in Ahmedabad Gujarat - Gold Techno Casting

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Take those shorts from that fake anal queen and give them to Ultra Magnus. He's aft port exclusive, he will not let anyone break his perfect seals. He can't risk getting his valve filled and ending up pregnant, he has too many responsibilities and Tyrest could totally check to see if Minimus was having sex on duty. There's nothing to check though with his other port, it's his little secret.

Later on when Minimus feels like he can leave the armor more, anal queen is in full swing. Minimus loves having his port stretched until it makes warnings pop up in his HUD. He takes it up the aft all the time, by now he's a pro at resetting his prolapsed lining. He'll take anyone if it means he gets stretched to his limit, he's a total butt slut -🌱

ANAL QUEEN MINIMUS. Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord and Anal Queen. he has to take those shorts away from Rodimus, not only are they inappropriate, Rodimus is a liar.

Minimus should be secretly proud of being a butt slut, too. Every time he takes a massive cock up his ass his spark swells with pride and satisfaction.

[zhenne]

dr.zayne + reader blurb

wc. ~715

warnings. fluff, gn reader, use of y/n, medical procedures (echocardiogram), established relationship

a/n. i’m fr giggling @ this, it’s so stupid. i saw this tiktok and i instantly thought of zayne lmao

You’re sat on the edge of the examination table, swinging your legs slightly as you watched Zayne flip through your chart. The familiar scent of antiseptic and clean linen filled the small room, but it didn’t feel sterile or cold—not with him standing there, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

“You know,” you say, tilting your head, “it’s a little weird having my boyfriend as my cardiologist. Feels like you have way too much medical authority over me.”

Zayne hummed distractedly, still focused on the file in his hands. “It’s not weird. It’s convenient.”

“For you, maybe,” you muttered.

He finally looked up, one brow arching. “It’s been over a year since you started your job with the Association,” he said, cutting straight to business. “I know how physically demanding it is, and I also know you’re not exactly great at pacing yourself.”

You’re about to scoff something along the lines of, “Excuse me?” but he ignores the signs of protest, flipping a page in the file.

“Your condition presented some arrhythmia issues in the past, and I just want to make sure the increased workload isn’t putting unnecessary strain on your heart.”

“I feel fine,” you assured him. “No dizzy spells, no palpitations, nothing.”

Zayne sighed, closing the folder. “Y/N.”

The way he said your name—gentle, but firm—made you shift slightly. You knew that tone. It was the same one he used when you pushed yourself too hard, the same one you pretended not to hear when he told you to take it easy.

“I know you feel fine,” he said. “But I’d rather check now than wait for a problem to show up later. A routine ultrasound gives me a clear picture of how your heart is handling the extra strain. That way, if there is anything, we catch it early.”

You exhaled slowly, studying him. His arms were crossed now, his fingers drumming absently against his bicep. He was worried—not in a dramatic, overprotective way, but in the quiet, steady way that made it impossible to find the fault in the logic.

“Okay, Dr. Zayne. I trust your judgement.”

—

Ten minutes later, you’re laying back on the exam table and your shirt has been replaced with a thin hospital gown that’s pushed a few inches from your clavicles. The gel on your chest cool against your skin as Zayne guided the ultrasound probe over the left of your sternum with practiced ease. The dim light of the room cast a soft glow on the monitor, where the rhythmic movement of your heart pulsed in shades of gray and white.

"Here," Zayne murmured, pointing at the screen. "That’s your left ventricle, doing its job, nice and strong. And this—" he adjusted the probe slightly, "is your mitral valve—working exactly as it should. Aortic valve looks good too, no signs of narrowing or backflow. And your coronary arteries—" He traced the movement with a gloved finger against the screen. "Nice and clear. Everything is moving and functioning as it should.”

You watched the screen, listening to the steady whoosh of blood flow amplified through the monitor’s speakers. His voice was calm, methodical, the same tone he used with all his patients. But you knew him too well—there was an extra softness when he spoke to you, a quiet attentiveness that betrayed how much he cared.

You stayed quiet for a moment, your eyes following the rhythmic motion on the monitor. Then, with careful composure, you asked, "So… is it a boy or a girl?"

Zayne froze mid-scan. For a beat, he just stared at the screen as if he hadn't heard you correctly. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he shook his head.

"It's tachycardia," he said flatly.

You blinked. "Wait, what?"

He turned to you with a smirk. "Your heart. It's racing. Probably because you're trying not to laugh at your own joke."

Your lips parted, feigning offense, but the amused flicker in his eyes made it impossible to hold back a grin. "I was being serious!"

Zayne scoffed. "Uh huh. And I suppose you were hoping for a left ventricle with your eyes?"

"Wouldn't that be adorable?"

He chuckled, shaking his head as he wiped the gel off your skin with a warm towel. "You are impossible."

[kingdomoftyto]

I just finished a complete re-read for the third (fourth?) time and the recent updates are barreling toward some climactic events, so I therefore feel compelled to make a proper rec post for something LONG overdue:

The Glass Scientists, a webcomic about Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde, rogue science, Victorian repression, and a WHOLE lot more.

Our protagonist is the esteemed Dr. Henry Jekyll, co-founder of the Society for Arcane Sciences, an organization that aims to bring mad science into the mainstream by proving that not all who practice it are dangerous lunatics. This is easier said than done, especially with the violent death of a certain Dr. Frankenstein still weighing on the minds of the public years after the fact. Not to mention...

... Henry's own inner demons.

Edward Hyde serves as a sort of release valve for Henry's stresses whenever the pressure of running the Society proves to be too much. Hyde is everything he can't be: spontaneous, emotional, uninhibited. Free to take what he wants without guilt or public consequences.

And oh, Henry wants.

His transformation into Hyde is a physical manifestation of the repression of his queer inclinations. This is not subtext. It's not even an accident on Henry's part. It's a central facet to who he is as a person (and, by extension, who Hyde is, as well).

...But listen. We don't have time to unpack all THAT! Not when there are so many other delightful characters to meet! Such as Henry's best friend / business partner / old flame Robert:

Or Jasper, the newest member of the Society, a plucky young cryptozoologist who happens to also be a werewolf, and who gets swept up in a VERY cute relationship with the slightly unhinged cook (and Henry's other best friend), Rachel:

Or Hyde himself, who despite all his debauchery may not actually be the pinnacle of evil that he believes himself to be:

Because if you couldn't tell from the sampling of panels in this post, this comic is not only a gripping emotional drama but also an OUTRAGEOUS comedy, when the mood calls for it. It truly strikes a perfect balance of the two, in my humble opinion.

On top of all that, the art is gorgeous, the atmosphere is impeccable (swinging from fantastical whimsy to genuine horror and back with deft skill), and the characters are deep and dynamic and full of gray areas.

I can't recommend it enough. It's hands-down my favorite actively-updating webcomic (new page every Monday!), and I'm for-real having to restrain myself from going back and starting ANOTHER re-read right now, it's that good. I've spoiled a tiny bit in this post, but believe me when I say the cast and events get so much weirder and more wonderful than even this. Please check it out.

[foulruinstree]

Swing Check Valves

We are one of the leading companies engaged in business of manufacturing and supplying Swing Check Valve.

Flow Marshal Valves is a leading name in the domain of valve manufacturing, specializing in the production of high-quality swing check valves. As a prominent swing check valve manufacturer in India, we take pride in our ability to deliver reliable and durable solutions to meet the diverse needs of our clients across various industries.

With a strong focus on innovation and precision engineering, Flow Marshal Valves has established itself as a trusted provider of industrial valve solutions. Our swing check valves are designed to deliver optimal performance and efficiency in a wide range of applications, including oil and gas, petrochemical, water treatment, power generation, and more. As one of the top swing check valve exporters in India, we are committed to delivering products of exceptional quality to customers worldwide. Our comprehensive range of swing check valves is manufactured using high-grade materials such as cast iron, carbon steel, stainless steel, and alloy steel, ensuring durability and reliability in even the most demanding operating conditions.

At Flow Marshal Valves, quality is paramount. We adhere to stringent quality control measures throughout the manufacturing process to ensure that every swing check valve meets the highest standards of excellence. From raw material procurement to final inspection.

[its-in-the-woods]

Coyote Head - Part 6 - Postcard Perfect

master list

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean 

Includes many other characters from Fallout

Synopsis: So much can happen in one morning. A picture perfect moment, and meeting with a ex.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning:  Animal/people death,, Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Older Man/Younger Woman

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. So you have been warned. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

*Actually pretty fluffy... for now.. enjoy

The next three days go by fast, cow checks happen every four hours, every day, like clockwork. Morning, afternoon, dinner, and then two overnight. Cooper handles the ones during daylight hours, his brother Mark handles the night ones. Lucy was grateful for that, not that she slept much, between nightmares and random knocks on the house. She’d kept most of that to herself, but Cooper had noticed, he noticed a lot of things. He'd even offered to do the first shift so she could sleep in, but she, of course, refused. The routine meant she got a moment out of the house, it also meant she got to hang out with the kids. 

Matthias still wasn’t her biggest friend, but his guard was lowering slowly. On Friday, when Cooper brought the kids over after school, he had handed Lucy a drawing. For being twelve he was pretty talented. He’d taken the time to draw a field, cows, and calves with the sun setting in the background. Lucy had thanked him and promptly put it up on the fridge which granted her, her first real smile from him. She’d do anything to hug him, but for now, she’d take the picture. She knew what it felt like to be young and not understand why a parent was gone. To not understand why things had changed suddenly. Lucy was just grateful that he had Cooper, what she would have done to have had at least one parent with her. Even though she loved her Grandparents, it was never the same without either of her parents. 

Janey was a whole different story, she loved to tell stories, and read stories. When she had discovered that she could read from Lucy’s bookshelves she was over the moon. Lucy doing her best to persuade her from anything too adult-themed. Settling on a classic, Hobbit. Cooper had shrugged in agreement, mentioning that she had always loved to read as soon as she learned. So Lucy let the copy go, the little girl was immediately taken by it. 

Lucy woke up Saturday morning having finally slept, she actually felt somewhat refreshed. Her mind was always wandering to Cooper. The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to spend time with him. Even though they were nearly living out of each other's pockets, she couldn't help herself. Mind wandering to what kissing him would feel like, how his hands would hold her. Lucy flushed and finished getting herself dressed in comfortable clothes and made her way to make a pot of coffee. Feeling her feet get wet as she walked into the water.

“What the-” Lucy cussed, as she lifts her foot to inspect a large pool of water. “Dang-nabbit.” 

She runs back to her room digging out a handful of towels and toeing off her socks before running back to the kitchen. Lucy lays out the towels on the floor, scrambling to open up the under-sink cupboards. The various detergents and cleaners are thrown out as she tries to see what’s leaking. The space emptied, so she could see that the pipes had been split. 

“My goodness, why!” Lucy grumbles, realizing that the pipes had split just on the other side of the shut-off valves. 

She gets up too quickly and bangs her head on the underside of the sink. More words fall out of her mouth as she rubs the bump. Moving swiftly to the door she unlocks it and walks out, stepping around the rocks and stones as she goes to the side of the house. Swinging open the crawl space door she ducks in, happy that the water shut-off valve was inside. Lucy turns it off, her feet covered in the black mud as she stomps back into her house. Lucy closes her eyes for a moment to collect herself, before she starts to mop up the water that’s left on the floor. 

“Lucy?” Cooper’s voice comes in from the doorway.  

“Just in the kitchen,” Lucy replies, happy that help has finally arrived. 

“What’s goin’ on?” Cooper says, placing his hat on a nob by the front door. Walking into the room to observe the mess that was spread out onto the floor. 

Lucy sighs, as she drops the last towel into the sink. “The pipes under the sink burst, split just on the wrong side of the shut-off too.”

Cooper crouches right beside her, the smell of cigarettes and coffee wafting off of him. Lucy shuffled over so that he could see what they were working on.

“Well that’s weird,” Cooper squints, leaning forward to kneel on a rolled-up towel. “Never seen that happen before. Unless it froze, which would be odd for the beginnin’ of April.”

Lucy sighs, rubbing at her head, “Everything is insulated, and the heat tape is still on it. Plus it would have burst other pipes too.”

“Move’er, sweetheart,” Cooper murmurs, Lucy shifts over, as Cooper crawls into the cupboard pulling a pocket knife out of his pants. 

Lucy swallowed as his shirt rode up a sliver of tanned skin being exposed. Lucy feeling like she was fourteen seeing a boy shirtless for the first time, averting her eyes she chooses to stand up. Looking around trying to figure out how to hide the flush that was now staining her cheeks as the man fiddled around under the sink.

“Do you want coffee?” Lucy asked moving over to the cupboard to dig out cups. “I got a spare to-go mug.”

“Yeah, s’good.” Cooper said, voice echoing from below her. “Do ya’know if you got some spare PEX pipe hanging around?”

A knock on the door, had Lucy spilling coffee on her hand, Cooper banged his head under the sink. A whole slew of curse words spilling out of both of them, Lucy moves to the door. Completely forgetting with the mess that Dane was coming over to work on the tractors. 

“Lucy,” Dane says, a smile fading from their face as she takes in Lucy. “Oh, shit. Are you okay?”

Lucy tries to smile which turns into more of a frown, “Pipe burst. My kitchen is a mess, but I have coffee?”

Dane chuckles, looking into the kitchen Cooper standing with a pieces of Pex in his hand, his other hand rubbing at his head. The two of them give awkward smiles at each other. 

“Oh! This is Cooper.” Lucy said, wandering back into the kitchen to pour three cups of coffee. “Cooper, this is Dane, they have come over to work on Tim’s old tractors.”

Cooper nodded, reaching a hand out to shake Dane’s, “Nice to meet you Dane, please excuse the mess, pipes seem t'have burst.”

“Not a problem, at least there is always coffee.” Dane nods, happily accepting the coffee Lucy hands over. 

“There is sugar in the gnome on the counter, cream is in the fridge.” Lucy says, handing Copper his mug of coffee. 

Cooper took a few sips, before helping Lucy place things in somewhat order on the counter. Lucy takes all the sopping wet towels into the laundry room hucking them into the washing machine. 

“We do have calf check, but I can show you where the tractors are. There is pretty much any tool you could need, along with an arrangement of parts.” Lucy chatters, as the trio make their way to the door.

Across the yard the three go to the big green and grey barn, Cooper helps slide the heavy wood doors open, Lucy had worked hard to get the place functional. It hadn’t had many animals in it, Tim had turned it into a workshop, engine hoist, and a large tool bench. The two tractors are slotted side by side. 

“This is perfect!” Dane beams, coming over to inspect the two beasts. “They look brand new! I bet I'll have them running by end of the day.”

“Thank you so much, Dane.” Lucy smiles, “I'll leave the house open, help yourself to whatever you need. We'll be about an hour or so barring any problems. You can always text me.”

Cooper was digging around on some shelving, grabbing some PEX pipe, fitting, and a few tools. “These should fix'd problem, I will drop’em off inside before we head out.”

Dane and Lucy stand there watching Cooper walk away. Lucy’s cheeks flush as she admires the man. Dane looks at Lucy, rubbing at the side of their face. 

“So are you two,” Dane makes a gesture between Cooper and Lucy, “A thing? Or?”

Lucy feels her face go even more red, she looks away for a moment, before looking back at her friend. “Umm, no. We are friends, neighbors. Helping each other out and whatnot.”

Dane chuckles as they go over to the closer tractor, “I am not one to judge,” Lucy watches them opening up one of the tractor’s bonnet. “Has he told you what happened to his wife?” 

Tilting her head to the side Lucy raises her eyebrows. “I know he is a widower. But I haven’t pushed any further than that.”

Dane nods, already starting to fiddle with different parts, “I’d ask him about it. Especially if you’re -ah- interested.”

A pool of anxiety fills Lucy’s stomach at the words, “Yeah, I will ask him.”

“We ready to go?” Cooper asks, Lucy nearly jumping at his voice having not heard him come up behind her. 

Lucy puts on a smile, reminding Dane again to call if there is any issue before leaving with Cooper. The man moving at a good clip to the already running truck. He opens the door for Lucy, she smiles and slides into the seat. It was hard not to let her mind run over Dane’s words. She needed to ask him, or she was going to explode. She wasn't good with secrets, or not asking questions she wanted answers to.

“Umm,” Lucy fiddles with the gloves in her pocket as they roll down the gravel road. “Can I ask you a question?”

Cooper’s brows are raised as he turns to her, “Yeah, I am an open book Luc.”

Lucy licks her lips, staring at the newly leafing trees, “Can I ask what happened to your wife?” 

Oh good Lucy, just straight to the point. No tack, for this poor guy who lost his wife, whose kids are still emotionally wrecked from it, Lucy thought to herself. Wishing she'd learn more tack as an adult.

Cooper shifts, sliding in his chair a little as he looks out the window. Lucy half expected him not to answer, or tell her that it was something he didn’t want to talk about. He gripped the steering wheel tight, knuckles white against the black leather.  Eyes focus on the gravel road ahead of them as he searches for the words.

“I was outta town, helpin’ my brother-in-inlaw move cows to summer pasture. I got a call around four from Barb’s parents, sayin’ she hadn’t come to pick up the kids. They’d gone to the house and she wasn’t t’either. Barb was a champion rider, Thunder, was’er ride. Big beautiful deep black stallion, she rode’im three times a day. Mornin' after droppin’ the kids off, afternoon before the kids came home, and evenin’ after dinner.” Cooper rolled his shoulders as they drove into the field. Lucy jumping out to open the gate, climbing back in once he was through and the gate was closed.

“I went’ome, drove way faster than I shoulda. But Barb. Barb was never late, the woman was punctual to a fault. So we searched, and searched, called the police. More searchin’. We had about forty acres mostly forest’d that Barb rode. That entire area scavenged, the house turn’d upside down, the barn gone through. They picked apart everythin’.” Cooper’s voice was shaking as they drove towards the herd. His eyes are glassy, as he rubs the back of his hand over his nose. 

“They tried-” His voice shook as his eyes continued to scan the horizon. “They tried’t blame her disappearance on me.”

Lucy felt her heart clench in her chest at the words, the thought that he’d been accused of his wife’s disappearance made her stomach turn.  

“But I was in another county, my brother-in-law, thankfully, vouchin for me.” Cooper points at a fresh calf, the two working with practice ease to tag the little thing.  

Cooper sat in the truck for a moment, eyes flickering, “Then we found Thunder.” Cooper works his lip into his mouth for a moment. “He’s on the side of the highway, inna ditch. Over a hour drive away from t’farm. Looked like he had been dumped. It made no sense, wasn't any sign of how the animal had pasted either, just restarted’eir investigation into me.” 

“Cooper,” Lucy said quietly, her hand finding his hand on the bench seat and squeezing it. 

Cooper nods his head but continues, squeezing her hand back. “They wouldn’t lay off, I did everythin’ to cooperate. Then after the third time of them tossin’ my house I blew up. I gotta lawyer, I told’em not to come back t’my property.” Another tag, and Lucy feels dizzy by the foggy emotions flooding the truck as she sits back down. 

“They’d everythin’ to turn everyone against me.” Cooper blinks a few times, “My in-laws stood beside me, pushin for the police to look anywhere. But nothin’ came of it. Just no answers, nothin', just gone.” 

Lucy brushed her own tears out of her eyes, so many questions bubbling under the surface. His hands gripping the steering wheel as he parked the truck on top of the hill looking out towards the valley. 

“T’was too hard to stay, the whole town won’t look at me.” Cooper swallows, “It won’t hav’been so bad if it has just been me, but they came after the kids too. Mathias was gettin’ picked on. That was the final straw, sold everything and left. They never figured out what happen’d to Barb. I think about her every day. Wondering what I could've done different.”

The silence in the vehicle was deafening, the two of them watching the cattle move along the lower field. Lucy’s heartbreaking hearing how Cooper had lost so much with no answers. 

“Thank you for telling me,” Lucy said quietly, her hand finding his again. “I can’t imagine how hard this must have been for you. To have to leave everything the two of you built.”

Cooper nods, his fingers lacing with Lucy’s, “t’was hard, I keep waitin’ for it to get easier. For there to be answers.”  Cooper turns looking at Lucy, hazel eyes looking over her face. “I am goin’ to be forward here.” Lucy nods her head, willing to hear whatever he had to say to her. “You’ve been a bright spot for me, I look forward to this.”

He gestures at the pasture, the sun hanging in the sky, clouds drifting in. Cows mooing for their calves, as the calves chased each other through the freshly growing green grass. It was so serene, postcard-worthy her Granddad would have said. 

“I look forward to spending time with you, Lucy,” Cooper states, eyes watching her closely, as the sunrises into the truck cab.

Lucy took her shot and slid across the bench seat, Cooper looking at her eyes wide as she leans in. Her hand gently touches the side of his face, the beard stubble rubbing under her fingertips as she presses her lips against his. Lucy going to lean away, when Cooper doesn't respond, Cooper immediately moves after her. Something has snapped in the truck, Cooper easily pulling Lucy onto his lap. She pushes his hat up so she can kiss him deeper, her hands moving up into his hair as he pulls Lucy against his chest. Lucy sucking his tongue into her mouth, the taste of coffee and cigarettes flooding in. His large hands come to rest against her hips, fingers running along the top of her jeans. 

Cooper breaks the kiss, Lucy wanting to chase after it, scared that if they stop it won’t continue. The smile crossing his face has her pausing, Lucy worrying her lip into her mouth. Copper’s fingers pushing under her shirt to feel her skin. A shiver running over Lucy’s skin at the feel of his calloused warm hands. 

“This isn’t how I imagined it,” Cooper hushes, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he looks at her. 

Lucy raises her eyebrows, “Oh? What did you imagine? Would it be weird if I said I was thinking about you too?”

Cooper’s smile gets bigger, “Was going to invite ya to the spring dance. Felt a little, ahh, school crush, but I want’d a reason for-” Cooper swallows, “A reason for us t’go somewhere nice.”

She can feel her cheeks red at the statement, “I’d go with you. If you still want to go.”

Cooper leans in and kisses her gently, “I’d like that Lucy.” 

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Dane is covered in grease, a smile on their face as the larger of the two tractors starts up. Black smoke pumps out as the machine stutters to life, Dane doing a fist pump and jig as it roars. Lucy grins as Dane hops up and takes it for a spin around the yard, before parking it just outside the barn.

“Well, that one is running well. Have to get the attachments dug out, make sure the PTO is working the way it should be.” Dane beams, walking over to Lucy who has a sandwich on a plate for them. 

“I cannot thank you enough for getting it running again Dane,” Lucy replies, “I think the smaller shed has some attachments if you’re up for taking them out.”

“Yeah, I am gonna let this one run for a bit, I think I am going to need to source a few parts for the second one,” Dane says walking into the barn, holding up the pieces of what was supposed to be a part. “I’d normally make something, but this has to be calibrated properly.”

Lucy nodded, “Get what you need, I am not too surprised there are parts that need to be replaced. Whatever is needed, got to get’em running properly.”

Dane nodded, washing her hands with the hose before grabbing the sandwich, “I will keep at it, thank you for the food by the way.”

“Of course, and make sure you invoice me for everything, k?” Lucy states, Dane nodding as they continue to eat the food. 

Lucy walks back towards the house, head-turning up when she hears a car coming down the drive. A small blue Nissan rolling down the gravel, Lucy stopping in the middle of her drive to see who the hell it was. The car stops door opening up as Max steps out; average height, with tight black hair, dark skin, and equally dark eyes.

“Max?” Lucy asks as if she isn’t looking right at the man. He stands there awkwardly, not really smiling but not frowning either. He straightens himself up and closes the door walking towards her. 

“Hey Lucy,” Max grimaces awkwardly, rubbing a hand over the tight black curls on his head, “Sorry, it’s taking so long to get here.”

Crossing her arms, Lucy narrows her eyes at him. “What are you talking about?”

Max stops a few feet away from her, arms resting against his slides, “I wanted to come see you, it’s been a few months since we spoke.”

Lucy walks forward, anger pooling in the pit of her stomach, jaw clenching as she stares down her ex. “Yeah, 'cause we broke up. You didn’t want me moving back up here. Actually, I am pretty sure you said if I left not to bother contacting you. Seemed pretty cut and dry to me.”

Max opens his mouth several times before closing it, gritting his teeth and looking away. “I didn’t think you’d actually stop contacting me. We’d been together for almost a year.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Lucy huffs, her voice shaking, their relationship hadn’t been great. They’d met at the imaging clinic, Max was shy and a little awkward but charming. They’d hit it off over lunch one day, which led to him inviting her out to go with him for dinner. He was the opposite of what she had grown up around, it had been appealing at the time. Over time the charm had faded, and the sicker her Granddad got the worse their relationship got. It ended up with Max telling her that if she moved away they were done.

“Lucy, sweety,” Max goes to move to touch her and Lucy backs away. Max’s face falling, his mouth set in a thin line.

Throat clearing has both of them turning, Cooper stood on the front porch shirtless staring down Max like he was going to blow his head off with a glare. Lucy’s mouth opening slightly at the tan skin exposed before her, trying to get herself to focus on what was happening. 

“Not sure the lady here,” Cooper states walking down the steps towards them, “Is interested in your company.”

Max looks equally as flustered as Cooper steps beside Lucy, eyes downcast as his cheeks flush.

“I just wanted some closure.” Max swallows, looking away from the two of them. “Maybe change Lucy’s mind.”

Lucy let out a sigh, moving towards Max, carefully putting a hand on his shoulder. “Max, you’re a good guy, but we both know this wasn’t going to work out. You hate the outdoors and bugs, and you’re allergic to hay.”

Cooper had taken a few steps back, well-muscled arms crossed his chest as he watched the two of them. Dane had made their way down the hill, brows furrowing at the clear standoff happening. Max’s shoulders were tight as he listened to Lucy’s words.

“Is this what you want?” Max said finally turning back to her, his eyes glazing at the words. “Like to be here? On the farm.”

A tight-lipped smile graces Lucy’s face. “Yes Max, I think you knew that though. Knew it won’t work out between us.”

Max looks at the company in front of him, his hands fiddling with the pockets of his pants. Head ducked down like he was trying to make himself smaller. He nods his head several times. 

“Well, I guess that settles that,” He twitches his nose, looking out towards the forest. “I am staying in town for a few days, just visiting family. You got my number still?”

Lucy nods her head, desperately wanting to make things right, but knowing that it wasn’t worth it. Things needed to end between them, and if he needed to drive three hours to figure that out then so be it. 

“Goodbye, Max,” Lucy said quietly, Max nodding as he got back into his car to drive out. Her stomach turning, the thought that this wouldn’t be the last time she saw him gnawing at her mind.   

Part Seven

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Zora Arkus Duntov saw a huge problem for GM, due to their lack of participation in the Hot Rodding community in the early 50's.

Check out this letter he wrote on the subject:

TO: Mr Maurice Olly, ADDRESS: Research & Development Section

FROM: Mr Z Arkus-Duntov, ADDRESS: Research & Development Section

DATE: December 16, 1953

SUBJECT: Thoughts Pertaining to Youth, Hot Rodders, and Chevrolet

The Hot Rod movement and interest in things connected with hop-up and speed is still growing. As an indication: the publications devoted to hot rodding and hop-upping, of which some half-dozen have a very large circulation and are distributed nationally, did not exist some six years ago.

From cover to cover, they are full of Fords. This is not surprising that the majority of hot rodders are eating, sleeping, and dreaming modified Fords. They know Ford parts from stern to stern better than Ford people themselves.

A young man buying a magazine for the first time immediately becomes introduced to Ford. It is reasonable to assume that when hot rodders or hot rod-influenced persons buy transportation, they buy Fords. As they progress in age and income, they graduate from jalopies to second-hand Fords, then to new Fords.

Should we consider that it would be desirable to make these youths Chevrolet-minded? I think that we are in a position to carry out a successful attempt. However, there are many factors against us:

Loyalty and experience with Ford.

Hop-up industry is geared with Ford.

Law of numbers: thousands are and will be working on Fords for active competition.

Appearance of Ford’s overhead V-8, now one year ahead of us.

When a superior line of GM V-8s appeared, there where remarkably few attempts to develop these, and none too successful. Also, the appearance of the V-8 Chrysler was met with reluctance even though the success of Ardun-Fords conditioned them to the acceptance of Firepower.

This year is the first one in which isolated Chrysler development met with successes. The Bonneville records are divided between Ardun-Fords and Chryslers.

Like all people, hot rodders are attracted by novelty. However, bitter experience has taught them that new development is costly and long, and therefore they are extremely conservative. From my observation, it takes an advanced hot rodder some three years to stumble toward the successful development of a new design. Overhead Fords will be in this stable between 1956 and 1957.

The slide rule potential of our RPO V-8 engine is extremely high, but to let things run their natural course will put us one year behind – and then not too many hot rodders will pick Chevrolet for development. One factor which can largely overcome this handicap would be the availability of ready-engineered parts for higher output.

If the use of the Chevrolet engine would be made easy and the very first attempts would be crowned with success, the appeal of the new RPO V-8 engine will take hold and not have the stigma of expensiveness like the Cadillac or Chrysler, and a swing to Chevrolet may be anticipated. This means the development of a range of special parts – camshafts, valves, springs, manifolds, pistons, and such – should be made available to the public.

To make good in this field, the RPO parts must pertain not only to the engine but to the chassis components as well. In fact, the use of light alloys and brake development, such as composite drums and discs, are already on the agenda of the Research and Development group.

These thoughts are offered for what they are worth: one man’s thinking aloud on the subject.

Signed,

Zora Arkus-Duntov

December 16, 1953