The board wants your recommendation by morning. You can empty the reserve into food and cash transfers now, or lock it into irrigation and farm retraining that ends the dependency but shows nothing for years. Your deputy slides the ledger across. "Whatever you pick," she says, "there is less here than we thought."
The County's Last Reserve
You direct the relief fund for the farming county you grew up in, a job you took over eighteen months ago, and these are neighbours you have known your whole life. A second failed harvest in three years has left hundreds of families running out of food and cash this winter. The reserve you control is the only money there is, and it is smaller than the ledger led you to expect.