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

the neighborhood,” I said.

Laurel smiled. “It’s beautiful out here. So peaceful.”

“It can be.”

Brent looked around as if he were inspecting a resort property. “We’re thinking of making some improvements. Nothing too crazy. Just cleaning things up, maybe adding some water, trails, a little retreat feel.”

I rested my brush hook against my shoulder. “Plenty of room for it.”

He glanced at the stone fence. “This is the boundary?”

“Yes, sir. This fence has marked it longer than anybody here has been breathing.”

“Good to know,” he said,