Eddie Marsh came up from his side of the fence with both hands in his jacket.

Eddie, my neighbor, the man who bought my second tractor in October.

“I walked it Tuesday,” he said.

“Not one post leaning.

After that wet spell I figured you’d lose the low corner.”

“So did I.” I put my boot on the bottom wire and it did not give.

He looked off at the pasture and worked his jaw.

“You want that John Deere back, Sam, say the word.