herd. Forty cows. Thirty years.
The loan officer at First National was twenty-six years old. He’d never been on a farm. He looked at my father’s work clothes and his chapped red hands and his old Chevy truck parked outside.
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And he said no.
My father came home and sat at the kitchen table and didn’t say anything for an hour.
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George was there. We’d come for Sunday dinner.
He watched my father sit there. Then he got up and went outside and stood in the barnyard for a long time, looking at the






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