on his cornstalks through winter.
That had always been our arrangement.
I worked the farm.
Dad paid me wages.
And I used his pasture for my cattle.
But now the land belonged to Phil.
I couldn’t assume the arrangement would continue.
So I hooked up my livestock trailer and began moving the animals to my property.
Eight cows at a time.
It was calving season, the worst possible time to move them.
But I didn’t see another choice.
Phil arrived that Saturday while I was loading another group.
He stood
