Chapter 9
No CompromiseThe next morning he returned to the farm to continue to develop his relationship with the trifolào. The truffle harvest had just begun, but it was slight; the real crop wouldn't be coming in for a couple of weeks. Just enough time for the smugglers to launch their plan.
“The truffle hunter I hired – stupid man,” he thought to himself driving up the dirt-rutted lane, “has already taught me all that I need to know. Today, we'll be out in his fields testing my abilities.”
“You know, we won't be searching for truffles in the daytime, not really,” the farmer said.
The visitor didn't really intend to search for truffles with the trifolào, anyway. He had promised to help the farmer find a new market for his truffles, a promise that encouraged the farmer to teach the met
