CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FIFTY-TWO
Rodney’s eyes scanned Jacob’s face. Jacob pointed ahead.
“Yvonne’s waiting for you,” Jacob said.
“Yvie?” Rodney asked. “But I …”
He shook his head.
“I knew there was something screwy with that new job of hers,” Rodney said.
“She’s really excited about it,” Jacob said. “If you don’t like the site or decide that you don’t want to do it, I’m okay with that. We’ll head back to Denver and either pick a different location or …”
Rodney took a breath. He paused and then took another.
“Who owns this land?” Rodney asked.
“Uh,” Jacob said.
“Yvonne,” Rodney said. He squinted. “That big check? It wasn’t to secure her knee surgery, was it?”
“Down payment on the land,” Jacob said. “And really, the land is owned by your charity. Dad and I helped to secure the loan. You know, used our — what do you call it?”
“Whiteness?” Rodney asked.
“Privilege?” Jacob said.
“Like I said, ‘whiteness,’” Rodney said. His words were hard, but he was smiling. “What is that great smell?”
“Cedar fire,” Jacob said. “One of the men found a wild pig caught in the fence. It was too injured to survive so they are smoking it. They watched some videos on YouTube and are making bacon, too.”
“Caught in the fence?” Rodney asked.
“You can imagine it was a tense moment,” Jacob said.
“Who …?” Rodney asked.
“We have a small staff here,” Jacob said. “Most of them came with the place, but …”
Rodney looked at Jacob. Jacob’s dad, Sam Lipson, pulled up next to them. Sam waved at Rodney and drove on.
“Dad’s been here,” Jacob said.
“I’d wondered what he’d been up to,” Rodney said mildly. “He was so happy and positive, ready to start that business on the Navajo Reservation.”
“Why don’t we take a look?” Jacob asked. “You’ll feel better.”
Grinning, Jacob put the truck in gear. They went over the rise. The road became just two ruts in the mud for the tires. They drove past a falling down barn and a more modern shed. On one side was a kind of bunkhouse or maybe a hotel with what looked like ten single rooms.
The doors faced the outside. There were a variety of boxes and chairs for people to sit on the porch.
“This place is a dump,” Rodney said.
Jacob looked over at him. Rodney was grinning from ear to ear. They pulled up to a large hall or possibly an old church.
“What was this place?” Rodney asked.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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