No, Please don't "tractor out" my family.

Patricia’s hands trembled slightly as she approached Guest’s farmhouse, the weight of their recent decision pressing heavily on her shoulders. The sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting shadows over her face as she hesitated outside the door, gathering the courage she needed. She had already exhausted all her options, and this was her last hope—her one desperate attempt to save her family's life on the farm.

"Please, Guest, sir… there must be some way you can keep us on," she implored softly, her voice shaky, yet laced with quiet desperation. Her eyes, though tired and shadowed, were full of a pleading intensity as she struggled to mask the fear that had crept into her weary heart.