"How much of the 34-0-0 you got left in the shed, El?" the boy asked, leaning against the counter.
"Thinking about it," Miller said, his eyes wandering to the heavy bags stacked on pallets in the dim light of the warehouse. "Just wondering what the limit is. Like, if a man wanted to buy it all." how much ammonium nitrate can you buy
"The 'limit' isn't a number on a receipt, son," Elias said, his voice dropping to a gravelly low. "It’s a matter of trust and paperwork. You want a couple of bags for the garden? You pay your cash and you go. You want enough to turn a field green? I need your name, your ID, and a signature that the Department of Homeland Security can read from space." "How much of the 34-0-0 you got left in the shed, El
"It’s not just fertilizer when you get into the tons," Elias replied, walking toward the window. He looked out at the rolling hills, gold in the afternoon sun. "There’s a federal threshold. Anything over two thousand pounds—one thin ton—and the red flags start flying. The law says I have to keep records for two years. Every sale, every ounce, every face." Like, if a man wanted to buy it all
Elias closed the ledger with a soft thud . The air in the store suddenly felt heavy with the scent of iron and dry earth.