Walt looked up from the gravel and drew a line in the dirt with the toe of his boot.

“I suppose I might,” he said.

He turned and walked toward his car without another word.

Luke came up beside me and watched the Buick pull out onto the county road.

“He isn’t banned from the property,” I said.

“I know,” Luke said.

We had exactly one day of rest before the real work began.

Tom Barrett had a huge stack of mortgage documents waiting on his desk Monday morning.