waving his arms as though giving a tour. The realtor nodded politely but looked uneasy. Linda clutched her purse. Evan paced like a man waiting for a reward he had done nothing to earn. I heard my father’s voice
through the audio feed, faintly: “She’s not living here. She just bought it to spite us.” The locksmith knelt at the keypad. My father muttered, “She’s off doing whatever military people do. The locks shouldn’t be a problem.”
Then Walt’s county SUV appeared, headlights bouncing along the frost covered road. He stepped out with his hat low and his posture unhurried but unmistakable. “Morning, folks.”
My father stiffened. “Sheriff, glad you’re here. We were just trying to help my daughter. She’s confused. She bought land that isn’t hers.”
Walt folded his arms. “Mr. Carter, this is private property. Unless you’re the deed owner, you’re trespassing.”
