“You never asked me.
That sentence stopped him more than he expected.
Because that was the whole question in its simplest form. Before the lawyers, before the polls, before the court orders, before the bulldozers, before the money, before pride, had never asked. I had treated my land as an obstacle to his vision, not as an inheritance from a neighbor.
Curtis and his team worked for three days.
By the end of the first, most of the water was gone. By the end of the second, the basin had been filled in layers with the ground washed away and pushed back into place. By the end of the third, the slope had been restored approximately to coincide with its natural contour. It looked raw, hurt and ugly, but honest. Spring ran back into its old, thin channel at first, cloudy with silt, then clearer as the disturbed mud settled.
