"Tell your dad to buy what he needs for the season and not a bag more," Elias said, returning to his stool. "Safety isn't just about the blast; it's about the eyes watching the pile. Now, you want that thresher belt or not?"
"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."
Elias closed the ledger with a soft thud . The air in the store suddenly felt heavy with the scent of iron and dry earth. how much ammonium nitrate can you buy
The boy nodded slowly, the bravado leaving his shoulders. "Just curious. Dad was complaining about the prices, said maybe we should stockpile."
The boy shifted his weight. "Seems like a lot of fuss for fertilizer." "Tell your dad to buy what he needs
Elias peaked over his spectacles. "Ammonium nitrate? Enough to feed half the county’s corn, I reckon. Why? Your old man finally deciding to expand the north lot?"
"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." "It’s a matter of trust and paperwork
He turned back to the boy, his expression unreadable. "Technically, there’s no ceiling on how much a legitimate farmer can buy if they have the acreage to justify it. But if a man without a tractor asks for a truckload, the 'limit' is usually zero, followed by a very uncomfortable phone call."