Iron Alignment

Stalked past the gravel rim. Found the heavy iron gate sagging hard in the dirt. Bottom edge dragged deep, carving a jagged trench into the gravel whenever the latch pulled. Unacceptable. I dropped low. Planted broad feet flat into packed earth. Wedged both thick claws under the thick iron crossbeam near the bottom hinge. Driven upward through the knees with pure gut force. Rusted pins shrieked in protest. Metal scraped against timber post. One massive heave, and the upper pin snapped true into its socket with a sharp, heavy clang. Swung it back an inch. Free clearance. It hangs solid now