Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years

Same money.

I’d not skin you on it.”

I looked down the line at the gray grass and the low corner that had held.

“Leave it with you,” I said.

“It’s doing good work over there.”

Eddie nodded like he had expected that and was glad to be wrong about it, and then he turned his boot in the dirt.

“Heard Hollis Pruitt’s been calling the county about your hay.”

That was news to me.