My Neighbors Dug A Two-Acre Lake On My Land While I Was Out Of State—Then Told Me Their Contractor Said It Was Theirs, And That Was The Day I Learned How Expensive Arrogance Can Be

I stood beside the lake that did not belong there.

For most of my life, the land south of ours belonged to Mr. Rollins. His first name was Edward, but nobody called him that except his late wife, and even she mostly called him Rollins when she was irritated. He ran cattle, patched fences with baling wire, and drove a blue tractor that coughed black smoke every time he started it. He was quiet in the way old farmers can be quiet, not because they have nothing to say but