Patricia Haugen sat behind her wide oak desk, her gray hair held back with a silver clip.

She didn’t look up right away.

She finished reading the single yellow page in front of her, then carefully took off her reading glasses and folded them neatly on top of her case file.

“The deed you brought me is perfectly clear, Amy,” Patricia said.

Her voice was low and even, like a teacher walking someone through an easy math problem.

“Your grandfather left the eighty acres straight to you in his will.