Theo looked down at the blue ink drying on the drafting paper.

“You’re paying cash for the whole parcel?” he asked.

“The fifty-million-dollar transfer posted as cleared capital yesterday at three,” I said.

“The bank confirmation slip is in my bag.”

He rolled up the blueprint and fitted the plastic cap back on the cardboard tube.

“The survey markers are already in along the south fence line,” he said.

“Show me where the front gate will go,” I said.

We walked fifty yards back toward the access road, where two yellow wooden stakes poked out of the dry dirt.