“Let’s start with miles.”
“Okay,” he says, pointing out crosswise to their path of travel. “It’s about ten miles across and twenty miles deep. Some hundred and twenty-five thousand acres or so.”
“H… how do you even pay taxes on property this size?” She was trying hard to not let the size of his place, or his apparent wealth, to unnerve her.
“It takes an awful lot of careful planning, Emma,” he gazes from the road to read her better, offering, “Look. Don’t let all this get the best of you. I know you’re an alright person or Jillian wouldn’t have brought you up.”
“I’m just not used to hanging out like this.”
“Hell, I’m not used to it either. I try to not let it bother me, but honestly, I sit up some nights, ha ha ha, and get all wrapped up in what I’ve accomplished. Guess I won’t be sit
