Chapter 212018—late August
Carlton had planted two different crops of corn, and the harvest of what was known as ninety-day corn had begun. The one-hundred-twenty-day corn wouldn’t be ready to be harvested for another month.
Meanwhile, Eric and Rusty had all of their crews scheduled from dawn until almost dusk, six, and sometimes seven days a week. Rusty Sod was having its best year ever, and Eric was beginning to worry about taxes.
“I think we both need to increase our estimated tax payments this quarter,” Eric said as he and Rusty had a late lunch at the diner.
“I don’t want to pay any more taxes than I already do,” Rusty said.
“You have two choices, buddy. Increase your estimated payments now, or pay them plus a penalty in April.”
“Isn’t there any way to reduce the taxes?”
“Maybe
