Megan pops the door open but waits before getting out.  There isn’t a farmer she knows who doesn’t have at least one dog running around, some friendly and some not-so much.

Bart grabs his briefcase from the back seat, and is already walking to the house when Megan realizes that there’s no dog to greet them.

Grass along the house stands close to a foot-tall and leaves drape across much of the landscape.  Along the side of the house are two large barns—matching the house in drab, peeling white—with so many detached shingles the roofs look like checkerboards.  Between the barns is a rusty pickup, the Chevy emblem on the grill broken right down the middle.