Luke kept his eyes straight ahead and tucked his chin a little into his heavy winter collar.

He didn’t answer.

I knew exactly what the Denver area code meant.

Someone with very deep pockets was calling a man who wouldn’t look his own son in the eye.

The survey flags weren’t a county requirement.

They were an advertisement.

We drove past the far edge of the grazing land.

I twisted in my seat and looked out the rear window.