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

said.

“No.”

“You didn’t hear the price.”

“No.”

Buck chuckled. “Pride doesn’t pay the bank.”

Tom looked past Buck toward the pasture. The evening sun lit the pines from the side, turning them almost black against the grass.

“Then come back when I’m desperate.”

Buck’s expression hardened. “You think those trees make you special?”

“No.”

“Then what, Tom?”

Tom stepped continue reading …