Brent said hell. “Daniel. Do you receive the letter?”
“I did.
“Then you understand where we stand.”
I passed him to the edge of the water. The lake had gone up another foot. The spring pipe was constantly fed, the clear water disappearing in muddy arrogance. The straw had been distributed through the banks. Someone had already planted lumps of ornamental grass.
“You’re still working,” I said.
“Our attorney advised us to complete the scheduled improvements unless there is a court order.”
“His lawyer advised him to continue digging in a country that is not his?”
“Our survey says otherwise.”
“Their survey ignored physical monuments.”
He crossed his arms. “Daniel, I understand that this land means a lot to you. I do. But we’re not trying to steal anything. We’re trying to build something beautiful. This could benefit both properties.”
“You never asked me.
“We didn’t think we needed it.”
