Jeff played with the fastener on the strap of his bib overalls. They were a little tight because he was so tall. He looked out to the drive, waiting for Anton’s red and cream Jeep to appear.
His mother and father were having one of their interminable discussions about whether to give up the farm or not. He wished he’d completed his course at Gateway Tech in Horticultural Marketing. Maybe he’d have some idea. The Wisconsin farm economy was slowly pulling out of the depths. but Jeff knew that there were too many farmers and not enough business. That was a marketing problem in his mind.
He didn’t have to sell himself. He was tall and handsome, with cool grey eyes and golden hair. A moustache made...