exactly where Dad had parked it the previous September.
One tire was flat.
The control panel wasn’t working.
On the east eighty, the crew had planted corn too densely for dryland conditions.
If summer turned hot, the crop would struggle badly.
Everybody in the county could see the problems.
Especially Butch Sedlacek.
Butch was seventy-three.
He’d farmed beside Dad for nearly half a century.
The two men had spent decades arguing across their shared fence.
But they respected each other.
One Thursday evening, Butch found Phil inspecting the poor corn.
