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Security. Finality. Truth on record.
When the reporter asked about my plans now, I gestured across the prairie. “I’m going to farm it. Same plan I had before any of this started.”
Six months later, I stood in nearly the same spot where Brinley first tried to shake me down.
The corn was waist high now, thick and green, leaves rustling softly in the breeze.continue reading …
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