The screen filled with glossy brochures from real estate groups I’d never heard of.

“Did your uncle sell?”

“No, he wants to keep his cows,” Sarah said.

“But the offer was double what the land was worth ten years ago.

It makes a family think twice about holding on to dirt.”

I scrolled through recent sales in Kearney.

A sixty-acre plot near the river had just closed for over two hundred thousand dollars.

I multiplied that per-acre price by eighty in my head, carrying the big zeroes.