“Parked it there twenty-five years ago when we got
rid of the last of the mules and cows. It probably needs
new tires and some WD-40, but y’all can have it if you
want.”
Jane Ann jumped up and gave him a big hug that
almost knocked his hat off. “You just saved us four hun-
dred dollars and trucking one down from Burlington,
Granddaddy!”
They all rushed off to check it out before dark, as ex-
cited as if Daddy had told them he had an old spaceship
they could use to fly to the moon.
He straightened his hat and stood to go. “What you
reckon Robert’s gonna say when they drag that old
thing out?”
I laughed. “Myself, I can’t wait to hear what Haywood
and Isabel have to say about growing flowers for a
crop.”
“Beats ostriches,” he said slyly.
“What about you?” I asked as we walked out to his
truck. The hounds jumped up in back and I put Bandit
in the cab between us. “What do you think about grow-
ing flowers?”
He smiled. “Tell you what, shug. Flowers or mush-
rooms or even ostriches—it don’t matter one little bit.
Anything that keeps ’em here on the farm another gen-
eration’s just fine with me.”
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Document Outline
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Epigraph
January
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
