“We’ve got a signed lease on this ridge, Amy,” Kurt said, stepping forward onto the field lane.

“I paid four thousand cash for the four of us to hunt here all week.”

“You paid Brad,” I said.

“You didn’t pay me.”

Russ Lindahl moved up quickly beside Kurt, his jaw clenched in the cold.

“Brad showed us the official paperwork back in August, Amy.

He said you’d signed off on the whole thing.”

“Brad lied to you, Russ,” I said, pressing my hands together tightly over my canvas jacket.