“He’s a great bronc rider,” I said, pouring tea, attempting to stay civil. “I think he has a real chance at?—”
Beau grabbed a sandwich, hitting a glass. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!”
Mr. Yarbrough quickly got up before it spilled on him.
“My bad, I wasn’t paying attention,” Beau said, going into the kitchen to grab towels.
“It’s ok, no one got wet,” I said, helping him clean the tea as Mr. Yarbrough stood back.
His judgmental stare made me squirm.
“I’m a sucker for her egg sandwiches,” Beau chuckled, taking the towels into the kitchen as I glanced at the Yarbrough men who were sharing a look.
“No harm, no foul,” Brooks said, as I poured tea in the rest of the glasses.
Beau came back, handing me another glass with some small plates.
“Well, we don’t want to keep you, but you have everything we asked for?” Mr. Yarbrough asked.
“Yeah, I do. My realtor and I don’t know how we missed these files,” I said, going to the living room to grab the folder. “I signed everything that was needed.”
I laid the folder in front of Mr. Yarbrough as he pulled a pair of readers from his pocket.
“What about the title of the land adjacent to the farm?” Brooks asked.
“I brought that too, but I don’t understand why that was under my name and not with the rest of the farm,” I said, taking a sip of my tea. “My parents should have?—”
“I will need you to transfer ownership of that?—”
“That land is separate from the farmland and that requires a purchase,” I said.
“In the survey, that should have been included from the beginning,” Brooks said.
“Then why was it under my name?” I narrowed my eyes at Brooks. “If it had been a part of the farm, it would have been under the farm, under my parent’s names.”
“That’s not what the paperwork says,” Brooks said.
“Then show me the paperwork,” I said, getting frustrated. “I don’t remember an additional ninety-something acres in the purchase.”
“Why would we lie to you, Iris?” Mr. Yarbrough asked.
“Well, you haven’t been very forthcoming from the beginning, so excuse me for not trusting you blindly when you haven’t given me a reason to,” I snapped.
“Iris, we’ve given everything you’ve asked for and?—”
“Brooks, you have not given me everything I have asked for. When I wanted to come back, you ignored me,” I said, standing up. “You all cut me off as soon as I married Nash. You said I could come back to work the farm and be involved with it as much as I wanted.”
“You are married, a farm is no place for a married woman,” Mr. Yarbrough scoffed. “Your place is with my son, bearing children and making him realize his dream was just that, a stupid dream.”
“Excuse me? Bear children? That choice is between me and Nash, if we ever wanted children,” I snapped. “We made this deal because I wanted to keep the farm in the family and?—”
“And by you marrying into the family, that is how you are keeping it in the family," Brooks sighed. “You’re getting your wish without having to do the work or worrying about how to keep the farm afloat.”
“Well, now, this entire conversation is pointless anyway,” Mr. Yarbrough snapped. “Just sign over the land and let us complete the sale we’ve had to wait for you on.”
“What sale?” I looked between Brooks and Mr. Yarbrough.
Brooks sighed as another truck pulled up to the house.
