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

He watched my face. “Well?”

“They’re not stopping.”

He took the letter and skimmed it. “Can they do that?”

“They already did.”

“No, I mean can they win?”

I looked out the kitchen window toward the back acreage I could not see from there but could feel like a pressure behind my ribs. “This isn’t about winning yet. This is about whether they think I’ll get tired.”

Caleb set the letter down. “Will you?”

I almost smiled. “You know better.”

I drove to the Whitakers’ place that afternoon. Their new