Bidder Number Forty-Seven Offers Three Hundred Five Thousand for the Kearney Farm
He wore a smooth brown leather jacket and polished leather boots that had never stepped in mud or manure.
He stood near the front tire of a green John Deere tractor parked on the lawn.
“Two hundred ten from the gentleman by the tractor,” Denny said.
“Do I hear twenty?”
I lifted card forty-seven again.
“Twenty in the front,” Denny said.
“Thirty?”
The man in the leather jacket didn’t even look at me.
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