Bidder Number Forty-Seven Offers Three Hundred Five Thousand for the Kearney Farm

“You bought my childhood home,” Luke said.

“We bought it,” I said.

“No,” Luke said.

“You worked four years of Saturdays in Hastings to pay for this.

You stood in the gravel and bid against a huge corporation while I froze up.”

He finally smiled.

His shoulders dropped for the first time since the Tuesday Mr.

Henderson came into the dental clinic with his gossip.