'What I did was right': Robert Latimer steadfast 24 years after daughter's death

The man framed in the farmhouse door extends his hand and introduces himself as Bob.
Leaning back in a chair at the kitchen table, he says this year’s harvest was OK — a decent crop of wheat, but the peas and the canola could have been better.
Outside, smoke-grey clouds hang low over the stubble fields stretching to the horizon. A barn cat scampers across the gravel driveway and into the row of trees separating the farmhouse from the rest of the world.
Bob makes small talk for a few