The Rinko's and the Felton's

The Rinko's property had nothing to offer us. It was merely a bargaining chip, but we wouldn't sell until things got a little bit better in Matoon. We bought the Felton's three acres and the rankers tracked from the bank. And that is how what lay up the hill remained exactly how it was. The tiny house, the pig pen, the barely arable plot, and the barn. There were only two kinds of people who had come onto the property since the murders. Property assessors and very occasional strangers whose appearance up there was brief and unexplained.