“First price—twelf dollar and a half; last price—twelf dollar and a half. No dicker.”
Jim looked at Zaanan, who nodded.
“I’ll take a sixty-day option at that price, if you’re agreeable.”
“How much for dat option?”
“A thousand dollars,” said Jim.
“Ver’ good. We make trade, eh? Now Zaanan she write for us a paper.”
Zaanan completed the legal details; they smoked and ate of Louis’s honey and doughnuts, and started on the return to Diversity.
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” Jim said to Zaanan as their buggies came abreast on a broad stretch of road. “It’s a lot of money.”
“Um! I’ve knowed fellers to do a lot with an option down to Grand Rapids.”
“What ought I to get for this land?”