I took the outline she’d written off her desk and drove home to the farm before six.

The farmhouse was cold when I came into the kitchen, so I nudged the thermostat up to sixty-eight.

I put Arvid’s green canvas ledger on the table and opened my typewriter on the kitchen counter.

I typed Brad’s full name and his apartment address on Broadway Street across the top of the page.

The letter said plainly that Brad Kessler had no legal right whatsoever to enter parcel thirty-one in Dunn County.

It said that any earlier verbal agreement, implied consent, or access to the property was formally revoked as of that day.