Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

down at the white paper, his hands resting on the edge of the oak.

“If you sign over your shares to the dairy and leave Wisconsin, I will convince the board to drop the matter,” I said.

“You are throwing me out of my own family,” he said.

“I am not doing this to hurt you, Gregory, but I will not let you destroy what your father built,” I said.

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