“I guess you boys would be the logical ones to buy it,” the old man said. “For one thing, it’s landlocked, and there’s no access except through my pasture or your property.”
Then the serious negotiations began. Finally, we shook hands on our bargain with Uncle Cyrus, and Lucinda drove us back to the cabin. On the way down the hill, I said, “Uncle Cyrus is a character, isn’t he?”
“Yeah,” she said, “and he always has been. I sometimes think that he works very hard at it.”
“He’s one heck of a negotiator too,” Mike said.
“For sure,” I said. “I was shocked to hear terms like ‘capital gains’ and ‘installment sale’ come from his mouth.”
“Uncle Cyrus owns a lot of property around the county,” she said. “This isn’t the first time he’s bought or sold land. He must have liked you, though, because he doesn’t usually sell property adjacent to his home place.”
“We can’t thank you enough,” I said. “I doubt we’d gotten to first base if we hadn’t been with you.”