At the gate of a $30 million estate, a woman in dusty work clothes dared him to fix a machine the dealer had declared dead. Luke thought she was the farm manager. He had no idea who she really was, or that someone on that land was already setting a trap.Could one day of honest work change everything?The odometer on the 1997 Dodge Ram had rolled past 280,000 miles somewhere outside of Staunton, Virginia. Every time the loose exhaust manifold rattled beneath the floorboards, a dry metallic tremble ran straight up through the worn soles of Luke Callahan's work boots. His hands were locked around the sun-faded steering wheel, his dark knuckles pulled tight over bone. Outside, the late July heat pressed down on the rolling pastures of the Shenandoah Valley like a wet canvas tarp.Beside him, on the cracked vinyl bench seat, his son Toby slept with his cheek against a folded wool blanket, an old wooden toy train held loosely in his hand. The blue paint on the little locomotive had chipped away years ago. Toby carried it everywhere.Anyway, in the dashboard cup holder sat three crumpled $1 bills, a dime, and a copper washer. That was everything Luke Callahan owned in cash.In the glove compartment, tucked beneath the registration papers, were two envelopes he could not bring himself to throw away. The first held a final utility notice from their old rental in Rockingham County. The second held the hospital discharge papers from last December, the night his wife Sarah had finally lost her 2-year fight against congestive heart failure.Seven months had passed since that winter night. In those seven months, Luke had sold nearly everything a working man needs to keep working. He sold his late father's flatbed trailer. He sold his welding rig, his circular saws, his air compressor, and every scrap of copper pipe stacked behind the shed. Every dollar went to groceries, hospital bills, and back rent.It had not been enough.Two days ago, the landlord had changed the lock on the front door while Luke was out looking for work. Their belongings were waiting in garbage bags on the porch.So, before dawn that morning, Luke had loaded two duffel bags, a box of picture books, and their winter coats into the bed of the truck. He had told Toby they were going on a grand summer adventure. They were going to find a green valley where horses ran along white fences. Toby had believed him the way little boys believe their fathers can do anything.