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\u201cTo my son Wade,\u201d the lawyer read, \u201cthe 1994 International feed truck, with the mixer box, and its title.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stopped there. Because that was where the sentence stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I waited for the next one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There wasn\u2019t a next one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a Tuesday, the last week of February, in a little office above the hardware store in St. Paul, Nebraska. The radiator ticked. Somebody downstairs was cutting a key, and you could hear the grinder through the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My brother Phil sat across the table from me in a sport coat, with his reading glasses folded in his hand. He didn\u2019t look up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sentence right before mine had been his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cTo my son Phil, the home place, being the home quarter, the east eighty, and the creek pasture, with the buildings, the irrigation equipment, and the machinery.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four hundred acres. The center pivot. The house we were both raised in. The shop where I\u2019d spent twenty-two winters with my hands inside one piece of iron or another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Phil is fifty-six. He sells insurance in Omaha. He hadn\u2019t driven a tractor in thirty years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m fifty-one. I hadn\u2019t gone more than nine days in a row without driving one since I was a boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lawyer\u2019s name was Don Jensen. He was a decent man who\u2019d known my father since they were both kids in 4-H. He set the paper down on the table and squared it with two fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWade,\u201d he said. \u201cHe came in here in November, and he was in his right mind. I want you to hear that from me. He knew exactly what he was signing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t doubt it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe didn\u2019t say why. I asked him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don rubbed his jaw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cHe said, \u2018Write it the way I told you, Don.’\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was my father. Word for word. I could hear him saying it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My wife, Theresa, was sitting next to me. She had her hand on my knee under the table, and she\u2019d been pressing down the whole time. The way you hold a gate shut in a north wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stood up. I shook Don\u2019s hand. I thanked him, because my mother raised us to thank people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I went down the stairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s the only time a lawyer comes into this story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Outside it was twenty degrees, with a north wind, and the sky was the color of a galvanized stock tank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Theresa caught up with me at the pickup. She keeps the books for the vet clinic in town, and she doesn\u2019t say a word about anything until she\u2019s got it added up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCall a lawyer of your own, Wade,\u201d she said. \u201cNot Don. Somebody from Grand Island.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTwenty-two years. You have twenty-two years in that ground.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know how many years.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen why not?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had to think about how to say it. Because I hadn\u2019t said it to myself yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBecause that\u2019s his signature,\u201d I said. \u201cHe\u2019s three weeks in the ground. He can\u2019t tell me what he meant. I\u2019m not going to stand up in a courtroom and argue with a man who can\u2019t answer back. Not him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked at me for a long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then she reached up and pulled my coat collar up against the wind. That\u2019s what she does when she\u2019s lost an argument and loves me anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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