We stood there by the creek for a while after that. Nobody said much.
Then Royce Gentry, who had not said one kind word about Vance Tolliver in two weeks, cleared his throat.
“Vance,” he said. “That hay you lost five years ago. When we all drove through your meadow.”
Vance looked at him warily.
“What was it worth?”
“What does it matter?”
“Humor me.”
Vance thought about it. “First cutting that year. Thirty-two acres. Two hundred and ten small squares an acre, give or take. Hay was going for four-fifty a bale.” He did the math in his head without even moving his lips. “Little over three thousand dollars. Plus the disc rental. Plus my fuel. Plus my time. Call it thirty-five hundred.”
Royce nodded slowly.
“We never paid you,” he said. “None of us did. I drove through there twice a day for three months. So did Jo. So did everybody.”
“County said it wasn’t their problem,” Vance said. “Everybody else said it wasn’t theirs.”
“Well,” Royce said. “It was ours. We just didn’t want it to be.”
I looked at the Maxwell House can in my mind, the one on my kitchen counter. There was $412 left in it after the bridge was paid for. It wasn’t $3,500. Not even close.
But it was something.
That Sunday, Pastor Dorsey stood up at the front of the little white church on the highway. He told everybody about the bridge. Then he told them about Vance’s hay. All of it. The flood five years ago. The ruts. The denied county claim. The cutting he lost.
“We prayed last week for God to soften the hearts that needed softening,” he said. “I’ve been thinking all week about whose hearts those were. And I’ve come to the conclusion they were mostly ours.”
He passed the collection plate twice that day. The second time, it was for Vance Tolliver.
When I added it to the $412 from the bridge envelopes, and the hundred-dollar check that came from Darnell at the yard, and the eighty dollars Ardith insisted on putting in even though I told her not to, it came to $2,890.
Not all of it. But most of it.
We gave it to Vance in a coffee can. The red Folgers can. The same one. Royce washed it out and painted the word NEIGHBORS on it in white paint.
Vance held it in his hands for a long time on his front porch.
“I don’t know what to say,” he said.
“You don’t have to say anything,” I said. “It’s five years late. That’s on us.”
He opened the lid and looked inside at all those bills, the twenties and the tens and the ones, and a single purple-crayon drawing of a bridge folded up small.
He unfolded the drawing. Tilly had drawn the bridge, and the creek with squiggly blue lines, and a big yellow bus. And on the hill, a little stick man with a stick dog next to a red can.
Across the top, in a four-year-old’s backward letters, Ardith had helped her write: THANK YOU MR TOLIVER FOR OPENING THE GATE.
Vance folded it back up and put it in his shirt pocket. He didn’t say anything for a while. Then he went inside and shut the door.
The next morning, there was something new on his gatepost.
The chain was gone. The gate was propped wide open with a cinder block. And a hand-painted sign was nailed to the post where the coffee can had been.
GATE OPEN. NO CHARGE. EMERGENCIES & TRACTORS WELCOME. DRIVE ON THE TRACKS, NOT THE GRASS.
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