“He took twelve thousand dollars cash off us for land your grandfather gave to soldiers for nothing.”

“Arvid’s rule was a simple one,” Dale said behind us, his voice low and even.

“There are some things you don’t sell.

These men have already paid.”

Kurt looked back at me, his dark eyes sharp with a cold, clear focus.

“Does your lawyer in Menomonie have this original yet?”

“Not this actual document,” I said.

“On Thursday the sheriff told us that without the physical forged lease in hand, they could only handle this as a boundary trespass matter.”