If Brad took twelve thousand dollars over three years, every hunter on that ridge is now a paying commercial tenant.”

“I never took one dollar,” I said.

“If one of those men falls off a ladder, Amy, they’ll sue you, not Brad,” Patricia said.

“They sue whoever’s name is on the deed.”

I looked at the framed photo of Patricia’s grandfather on her office wall.

He had on a green army jacket and stood beside a timber-frame cabin in the woods.

“So what do I do?” I asked.