by
Elbert M. Hoppenstedt
Ronnie was in the hayloft sliding down the piles of newly-stacked hay when he heard the car drive up into the yard and come to a stop. Spitting a mouthful of hayseeds from his lips and tongue, he ran over to the open doors and peered down into the yard.The car was shiny and new, a big black sedan with white-walled tires. A man in a business suit ca..