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

“I thought we had more time.”

Emily’s eyes shone, but she did not cry.

“So now you plant things early,” she said.

Tom reached across the table and covered her hand with his. “Yes.”

In 1986, Buck came to the farm with an offer. Tom found him leaning against the porch rail one evening, hat pushed back, smile too friendly.

“I’ll buy the north forty,” Buck continue reading …