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

cried.

Tom stood bareheaded in the rain, face lifted, eyes closed. He did not say a prayer out loud. He did not need to.

By November, Tom’s north pasture was known across three counties. A reporter came from the regional paper. Men with notebooks walked the pasture and asked questions. One afternoon, a pickup pulled in carrying a father and son from continue reading …