They Doubted His Pine Trees Until Nineteen Eighty Eight Proved Him Right

stared after him, furious. “Why don’t you say something back?”

Tom looked over the rows of tiny trees, each one fragile and ridiculous against the open pasture. “Because some men aren’t worth your breath.”

That became the pattern. Every spring, Tom planted more. Every summer, he watered what he could. Every winter, he wrapped the smallest trunks to keep continue reading …