For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke

“Fifteen hundred,” I said.

“In cash, before four o’clock.”

Miller took off his cap and wiped his forehead with his sleeve.

“Twelve hundred and fifty,” Miller said.

“Fifteen hundred flat,” I said.

“Or I drive it across the river to the dealer in Clinton.”

Miller looked at the truck for four seconds, then nodded toward the trailer.

“Step inside,” Miller said.