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“Good to see ya again, Mr. Lake. I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself properly last time. Names Buck Johnson,” the large farmer said, holding out his hand.

I took it reluctantly and shook it, getting a smile from him.

“Nice to meet you again,” I replied politely.

“So’s, I hear you ended up buying the place after all?”

I nodded, glancing between him and the sheriff, “Yeah, I figured it’d work for what I was looking for.”

“Good deal, and I suppose you won’t need to use that barn?”

I shrugged, looking away, not sure how I wanted to respond.

“Nah, he’s a writer, probably wouldn’t know the first thing about using a combine, am I right, Mr. Lake?”

I looked at the man, tempted to say no because I could pay someone else to use it, but instead just smiled, replying, “I suppose you are right, sheriff. Anyway, it was nice seeing you both again. Take care now.”

I gave them a quick nod and turned, trying to get back to my truck. They didn’t say anything or call after me, to which I
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