Bidder Number Forty-Seven Offers Three Hundred Five Thousand for the Kearney Farm
He had nothing to bid with.
I stared at him through a narrow gap between two tall men in insulated Carhartt coveralls.
The men shifted their weight, giving me a clear view of my father-in-law.
Walt stared right back at me.
His face gave away absolutely nothing.
He didn’t blink.
My chest tightened under my winter layers.
I was sure I knew why he was here.