a failure.
Harold walked the fence first.
He did not rush. He read the land the way some men read scripture, slowly and with the assumption that every detail mattered. He found an old iron pin half-buried near the western corner, exactly where the 1904 survey referenced it. He found stone piles at two turning points. He compared the fence line to the old plat. He took bearings. He made notes in a small book. Caleb and I followed him like students waiting for grades.
Finally, Harold stopped near the
