I came back from a week on the Gulf Coast and my fence was gone. Not damaged—completely removed. My neighbors called it “opening up the space,” but it was my land they erased. What started as a boundary dispute turned into something far more serious.
Laura had been two years behind me in high school, one of those people you stay loosely in touch with across decades, the occasional holiday message, a comment on a shared memory someone digs up and posts. She had gone…
I had already been in touch with a surveyor, a man who came out and walked the north boundary with a GPS unit calibrated to the county’s coordinate system, checking every point against the original plat. He drove bright orange…
Which is why Laura was not surprised when the lawsuit papers arrived two weeks later. He was suing me for seventy-five thousand dollars. The complaint characterized the new fence as a hostile structure erected with retaliatory intent that had significantly…
I noticed it before I noticed anything else. Not the house, not the trees going orange and red at the edges of my property, not even Daisy barking from inside the truck where I’d left the window cracked. It was…
