“Who’s selling it?”

I told him the Denver owner had hired Denny Kruse to run the public sale from the hay wagon.

Luke stood up straight and stared at the words white farmhouse printed on the gray page.

“He just bought it.”

I told him about the phone call I had made in the clinic hallway at noon.

I repeated the exact words the man had used about flipping the property for a huge profit.

Luke pulled his hands out of the coat pockets and rubbed his tired eyes.