I needed to know exactly what Walt was planning.

“Did Walt say he was selling?” I asked.

“Not in so many words,” Henderson said, his jaw stiff while I worked.

“But a man doesn’t complain about his land being vulnerable unless he’s thinking about moving it.”

“A town girl,” I repeated softly.

“Well now, those were his exact words,” Henderson said.

“Said you never pulled a weed in your life and you sure as heck don’t know the value of a soybean crop.”

I rinsed the scaler in the small plastic cup.