I turned my head and looked out the passenger window.

The eighty acres stretched out wide and flat in the side mirror.

The white farmhouse sat small and quiet in the distance.

I pressed my thumbnail against the side of my index finger and moved it back and forth, tracing the sharp metal edge of my dental scaler in my mind.

I asked myself questions to get the facts straight before I reacted to them.

“He isn’t checking the property lines,” I said.