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

now?”

Tom kept working. Buck leaned out his truck window. “Pasture’s for cattle, son. Trees drink water. You know that, don’t you?”

Tom stood slowly, wiping dirt from his hands. “I know what I’m doing.”

“That so?” Buck nodded toward the seedlings. “Your daddy would’ve whipped you for wasting grassland like that.”

Tom’s face changed. Only a little. But continue reading …