Bidder Number Forty-Seven Offers Three Hundred Five Thousand for the Kearney Farm
The crowd let out a collective breath.
A few of the older farmers started clapping in the cold.
I slowly lowered my tired arm and let the white cardboard rest against my leg.
We had won.
We had secured the property against a huge firm.
I had just committed every dollar of our savings, plus a huge thirty-year bank loan, in the space of twenty minutes.
Luke pulled me into a tight hug and buried his face in my shoulder.
He was shivering in the cold, but he was holding on to something permanent.