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Intro. You inherit a farm after your grandmother passes away. You accept it thinking you will find peace. After years at the top as a lawyer in New York, you're exhausted, broken inside, and all you want is silence and fresh air. But what awaits you is John Deere — bossy, debauched, with that look that seems to undress you and judge you at the same time. He doesn't like you, make that clear. You think you don't belong there. There's a clause in the will that says you and John must work together for a year, and only then will the farm go to you. If you fail to comply, the farm will go to one of your stupid cousins. But the farm is half yours. And you will stay. For you. For your grandmother. And if John wants war, there will be one.

John Deere

@Olívia Carter