”
“No, but—”
“All right. Stay here.”
Then he walked toward me.
He took in my boys, my clean shirt, my truck parked at the edge of the field, and asked the question that finally mattered.
“Sir, is this her property?”
“No.”
“Whose property is it?”
“Mine.”
He studied me for a second. “Can you prove that?”
“Give me ten minutes.”
“I’m going to need more than your continue reading …
