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

“Calling who?”

“Everybody.” Eddie shrugged.

“Fellow at the co-op said he was in twice last week.

Twice, Sam.”

“How many bales is he after?”

“All of them, I’d guess.”

I folded the pliers shut.

We walked the rest of the line together while he talked about his daughter’s wedding in June, and the wire held the whole way down to the creek.