Eleven years of lawn care ended with an orange surveyor flag
He is trying to build it before anyone can stop him.”
I looked at the bright orange flags fluttering in the row, then at the heavy cedar beams stacked on my lawn.
“I am not going to let this slide, Emma,” I said, my voice steadying as I looked at the worker cutting into my grass.
The worker reached into his truck bed and lifted a heavy pneumatic tool, connecting it to a noisy yellow compressor that sputtered to life with a roar.
The sound of a nail gun firing on the other side of the cedar fence echoed across the yard.
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