“He spent three years making sure none of us ever talked to each other.”

Kurt reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, and opened it.

“I owe you for the trouble, Amy.

Let me give you something for the time we spent on your ridge this weekend.”

“My grandfather never took one dollar for that land,” I told him.

“And I’m not about to start.

You and Dale have tags to fill next November.

The ridge will still be right where it is.”