I reached my free hand into my right coat pocket.

My fingers found the folded yellow sticky note Tom Barrett had written at the bank.

The Grand Island man checked his watch.

He was already bored with the slow pace.

He probably had another farm to buy in Buffalo County before sundown.

I took out the sticky note and unfolded it against my palm.

The ink from Tom Barrett’s pen was slightly smudged from being carried in Luke’s wallet all night.

Three hundred five thousand dollars.