Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

of heavy brown paper sacks. “I ran the invoice myself. Ten thousand dollars of your own money, paid in full.”

“We have eighty dollars an hour running against us if Gregory comes in early,” I said. “Let us get the hopper loaded.”

Wayne nodded and sliced open the top of the first sack. The tiny plastic pellets spilled into the steel trough,continue reading …