She tossed the paper towel in the trash.

“My uncle just got an offer in the mail from a company in Colorado for his pasture.”

I sat down at the small round table and took out my phone, ignoring the half-eaten sandwich in my lunch bag.

“Colorado?” I asked.

“Like a corporate buyer?”

“Just an out-of-state address,” Sarah said.

“They buy up small family plots and combine them for industrial farming or housing.”

I opened the web browser and searched for farmland prices in our zip code.