Michael read the letter twice.
Then Daniel pointed to the document.
“That land is still legally registered in your family’s name.”
Michael stared at him.
“How much land?”
“Almost forty acres.”
For several seconds, Michael couldn’t speak.
Forty acres wouldn’t make him rich, but they could change everything.
For years, he had worked on other people’s farms, repaired their fences, fed their animals, and accepted whatever work he could find just to put food on the table.
Now, suddenly, he owned enough land to build something of his own.
But there was a problem.
A local real estate developer had been trying for months to buy that exact area.
By afternoon, the news had spread throughout the entire town.
The next morning, a black SUV stopped in front of Michael’s house.
A man wearing an expensive suit stepped out and offered him more money than Michael had ever seen in his life.
