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

thought of 1988, of dust turning the sky copper, of cattle sheltered between trees, of Buck standing hat in hand. He thought of Rachel’s note.

Plant what needs planting, even if nobody understands it yet.

The sun dropped lower, gilding the pasture in amber light.

Emily leaned her head against his shoulder. “Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you ever know for sure?”

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