beside the gate wearing a new work coat.
“Wade, what are you doing?”
“Taking my cows home.”
“You don’t have to.”
“They’re my responsibility.”
“Leave them here. I’m not going to charge you.”
I secured the trailer gate.
“I know you wouldn’t.”
“Then why move them?”
“Because it’s your land now.”
Phil frowned.
“We’re brothers.”
I looked at him.
“I know.”
He tried again.
“Where will you put forty cows?”
“I’ll find pasture.”
“Wade—”
“I’ll figure it out.”
I climbed into the pickup and drove away.
In the mirror, Phil
