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

Dennis Cole looked up. “How much?”

“Enough.”

Buck laughed, but it sounded forced. “Then maybe we should all grow forests and stop ranching.”

Clay put his glasses back on. “Maybe we should’ve planted a few rows ten years ago.”

That sentence did what six years of Tom’s silence had not. It made the room uncomfortable.

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