“Three hundred thousand dollars buys a whole lot of cooperation,” I said.

Arthur pushed his silver glasses up by the bridge again, his fingers resting on the frame.

“We’re talking about community standards, David.

We like our quiet corners around here, Mr.

Kessler.”

“He tore up my grass with his custom gas cart yesterday morning,” I said.

“That was a minor encroachment during site preparation,” Arthur said, his voice sliding into a formal citation of the rules.

“Section four of the covenants allows reasonable temporary access for property improvements.”