Red clay roads run out of Meigs between the cotton and the longleaf pines, and by four on an autumn afternoon the light down here has gone long and gold. AcreMaker works this stretch of south Georgia, removing trees that died standing, trimming what crowds a house or a barn, and pruning so a good tree stays a good tree. Storms cross these fields with nothing at all to slow them, and afterward the cleanup means limbs cut, brush pulled clear, and a lane a truck can get down. Wide-open land makes the work visible from a long way off, which is a decent reason to finish it right. A clean fence line under those pines looks like somebody is paying attention.