Bidder Number Forty-Seven Offers Three Hundred Five Thousand for the Kearney Farm
Luke stopped tapping the pen.
“He’s stubborn,” Luke said.
“If he feels cornered, he’ll just shut down.”
“Then we don’t corner him,” I said.
“We just make the offer and let him think about it.”
Luke stared at the exact figures on our bank statement.
“I don’t want to fight with him,” Luke said.
“We’re fighting for him,” I said.