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sale.”
“What about the west ridge?”
“Nobody wants the barn parcel.”
Clayton chuckled. “Not yet.”
Mason’s grip tightened.
So they knew something.
“Clayton,” Evelyn said, “if your father hid anything, it would be here.”
A long silence. Then Clayton said, “We’ll bring a crew tomorrow.”
Their footsteps faded. The barn door scraped shut.
Mason climbed the stairs,continue reading …
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