At 4:12 that Wednesday afternoon, three weeks into the last cutting of hay season, I turned my truck through our own front gate and found a white pickup with a magnetic door sign parked crooked in the yard, and a man in an orange vest walking a laser measuring wheel across the pasture behind my mother’s rose beds.
“Ma’am, I don’t need your say-so to be here,” he told me before I had gotten both feet on the ground. “I’ve got a signed engagement letter from your brother, and that’s all Missouri law requires of me.”
His name, I would learn inside the next ten minutes, was Wyatt Duffy, and he was measuring the distance from the hay barn to the county road with the calm, bored efficiency of a man who had done this exact walk a hundred times on a hundred other people’s land. Behind him, staked into the ground eight feet from my mother’s climbing roses, a bright pink survey flag snapped in the wind.
I had driven out from town to move the cattle before the rain came in, nothing more complicated than that, dressed in the same barn boots and canvas coat I had worn nearly every day for six years since my father died and left me the daily running of this farm. I was not prepared to find a stranger appraising it out from under me on a Wednesday afternoon nobody had told me about.
For a long moment I did not move from beside my truck. I watched Duffy walk the wheel in a straight line from the corner of the hay barn toward the fence line I had reset myself two summers earlier, stopping every so often to write a figure on a clipboard, glancing up once at the farmhouse roofline the way a man looks at a number he is about to write down and already believes. He had propped a folding table near the porch steps with a laptop open on it, a spreadsheet visible on the screen upside down from where I stood, columns I could not read but recognized instantly for what they were. Behind him, past the rose beds, our old collie mix, Bandit, sat in the shade of the porch watching the stranger with the flat, uneasy stillness of a dog who understood something was wrong before I had fully let myself understand it too.
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