Arthur went still, his pen hanging an inch over the yellow pad.

“What clause?”

“The original 1979 deed expressly hands sole property oversight to Margaret’s surviving spouse when she dies,” I said.

“That means full trustee authority over the four acres passed to me at six o’clock this morning.”

Elder Vance looked up from his notes and shifted uneasily in his chair.

“Is that so, Arthur?”

Arthur squared his shoulders, his voice sinking into a low, hard rasp.

“The pastor is trying to hide his ethical breach behind technicalities,” Arthur said.