Bidder Number Forty-Seven Offers Three Hundred Five Thousand for the Kearney Farm
“He knows I want the property.”
“He’s talking to someone else.”
“He wouldn’t sell the farm out from under us.”
“There are survey flags in the ground, Luke.”
“Fences fall down.”
“You don’t mark an old fence line with neon plastic,” I said.
“You use wooden posts and barbed wire.
They’re surveying lots.”