“Why would someone buy eighty acres of prime farmland just to visit one month a year?” I asked.

“Pheasant season opens in November,” Luke said.

“He bought a whole farm just to hunt birds?”

“Rich people do what they want,” Luke said.

I took the letter back and looked at the expensive paper.

The man was practically a ghost.

He didn’t care about the house, the barn, or the lilacs.

He just wanted a private field for a few weeks in the fall.