“Does that mean no?”
A pause. “Not explicitly.”
“Did you continue the struccstrucc ion after receiving Mr.’s certified notification. Mercer?”
He looked back at Brent. “Some previously scheduled work continued.”
Judge Porter leaned back. “That means yes.”
Fifteen minutes later, she ruled. The stone fence constituted a recognized historical boundary consistent with recorded facts and physical monuments. The excavation was completely within my property. Brent and Laurel were commanded to cease all work and restore the earth to precondition within twenty-one days. If they failed, he was authorized to perform the restoration at his expense.
It sounded almost anticlimatic when he said it.
A lake that had caused my chest to burn for weeks became a few paragraphs in a court order.
Outside the courthouse, Brent approached me near the steps.
“This doesn’t have to be uglier,” he said.
“He already got ugly when he dug through the fence.”
