“Yep. That’s why I’m here. There’s some weird deal about how the farm is passed through the family. My dad wants to sell and keep the money. My mom insists he can’t do that because he’s not living and working on the farm. I want help in figuring out my rights and what I can do to fight Stark.”
“You’re in luck, because I have some time, if you want.”
“I don’t have the deed or will information…or whatever you’d need from me.” I was an idiot to come unprepared.
“I can search public records.”
I followed her into her office. It was neat and tidy, with pictures of Mark looking rounder and softer than he had as a high school football player, and two cute kids.
“What’s Mark up to these days?”
“Fighting Stark and growing soybeans.”
Good. She’d understand. Sinclair was on our side, but I wasn’t sure she truly understood the farming life. She’d grown up in Salvation, but not on a farm. Her mother was primarily an at-home mom while her father owned the local grocery, selling many of the goods grown in Salvation.
“So, let me see what I can find on your farm,” she said, typing into her computer. A few minutes later she gave a soft laugh. “Well, that’s interesting.”
“What?” Of course, I had an idea.
“This goes back to practically the beginning of the farm and how it passes to the descendants. It says here that the farm can’t be sold unless all adult Jones eligible for ownership agree. I assume that’s you and your dad.”
“Right.”
“It also says that ownership involves living and working the land, which if I understand correctly, eliminates your father.”
“I hope so,” I said.
“But this part… I don’t suppose you’re married?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Your claim is better than your father’s as you’re here and I assume you’re running the ranch?”
“I am.”
“But to sell, you need to be married.”
“I don’t want to sell. I want to keep the land. I want Stark to not be able to buy the land.”
She frowned. “This is strange, because it’s almost as if your land is unsellable because neither you nor your father has absolute ownership. If your father came home that would be different.”
“I’m told he filed divorce papers.”
She bit her lip as she studied her computer a little bit more. “We could go to court and petition to have you deemed the rightful owner as a means to protect the family farm against Stark.”
“Is Stark doing that with my father? He had some goons show up and try to tell us my father was selling the farm.”
“It’s possible. I think your claim is better, and I’d recommend you file to get a judgement that you own the farm.” She looked at me, lacing her fingers together and resting them on her desk. “It would help if you were married. Any prospects in that department?”
“No. But I could try without a wife because of this unusual situation?”
She nodded. “I would.”
“Can you draw up the paperwork? How fast can I do this?”
“I can have something for you to sign in a day or two.”
“Great. What do I owe you?”