These were my detailed farm records.

I had kept every single invoice, weigh ticket, seed purchase, and tractor repair bill since I took over the eighty acres.

I set the heavy binders next to the bank printouts.

“Let’s match them up,” I said.

We worked in silence for twenty minutes.

The only sounds were the rustle of paper and the wind hitting the windowpane.

I drank a glass of water while Mr.

Gable cross-referenced his notes.