Carl did not answer right away.

He turned a black dial on his machine and swept the plastic disk back and forth over a patch of wet dandelions.

He shook his head, his brow furrowing as he looked at the display.

“These new digital maps the county uses are always half a yard off,” Carl muttered.

“They rely on satellites instead of getting their boots dirty in the grass.

You cannot find a true corner from space.”