highest point of the ridge, removed his glasses, and looked toward the lake.
“Daniel,” he said, “that excavation is entirely on your property.”
Caleb let out a low whistle.
I felt relief first. Then anger, stronger because it had permission now.
“You’re sure?”
Harold looked offended. “Yes.”
“Could there be any gray area?”
“No.”
“How far over?”
“At the nearest point, about thirty-seven feet. At the main basin, more like forty yards. They didn’t nick your line. They crossed it with confidence.”
He showed me the overlay. The old stone
