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

court order, and spat into the dirt.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“This won’t be pretty.”

“It wasn’t pretty when they dug it.”

He nodded. “We’ll do it clean.”

We met at sunrise two days later. Curtis brought two bulldozers, an excavator, three dump trucks, and men who worked quietly because good operators do not need to narrate power. Harold came too with his clipboard and camera. Ruth Ann told me to document everything, so we did. Photographs before. Photographs during. Copies of the order in three trucks and one