Chapter 42

“Of course not.”

“I just realized something,” Eric said.

“What?”

“I haven’t really seen the farm.”

“Want to take a ride?”

“What? Now?” Eric said.

“Why not? Our dance cards are empty.”

“It’s a nice day outside, and it might be good to get out of the house for a bit. I’ll get our coats.”

A few minutes later, Carlton was at the wheel of his truck, and they were driving across the fields on the north side of the lake.

“The harvest is totally over,” Carlton said.

“And sold, I hope?”

“Of course.”

They were driving past one of the irrigation rigs, which was a long row of elevated pipe on wheels that carried a seemingly endless row of sprinkler heads on it. The row of pipes moved slowly around in a circle, while spreading water over a huge area.

“That sprinkler setup looks huge up close.”

“It ought to be,” Carlton said. “That center pivot system irrigates something like one hundred and sixty acres all by itself.”