The Great Flame That Was Jim Bob

I met Jim Bob one day, a hot, humid summer day out there in fields. He's picking all the crops, the corms getting ready for harvest. The disease came eight most of our crops, hard time for us to farm a type. I was about to take another, I took Jim Bob into my house bar where he had ourselves some of that iced tea. Something just woken me. This great flame that was Jim Bob, about to be flicker to the end but it got a gauntlet.