He never took a nickel for hunting access, and I don’t either.”

Kurt turned his face to me, his quiet military bluntness coming back.

“Amy, three months back at the Cenex pump I told you we’d paid Brad four grand in cash.”

“I remember,” I said.

“And I told you on the phone I never saw one dollar of it.”

“He gave us a paper,” Kurt said.

He reached deep into his insulated hunting vest and took out a clean document typed on white paper and folded twice.

“He told us you signed it at your kitchen table once the divorce was final.”