A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
“That was before Mrs. Fairmont called our office,” Pete said. He did not look up. “She said she has a pending easement lawsuit on this exact line. She told our secretary that if we dig here, we will be named as co-defendants for destroying private association access.”
“There is no association here,” I said. “This is raw prairie. I have the deed.”
“We believe you, Arthur,” Ted said, his voice flat and tired. “But we are a two-man operation. We cannot afford three hundred dollars an hour for a lawyer in Lincoln just to settle a neighborhood spat. We have to pull out.”
“She has no legal right to stop you,” I said.
“The threat is enough,” Ted said. He climbed into the cab of the truck and started the engine. “We left the bundle of cedar posts by your shed. We are not charging you for the haul, but we cannot do the work.”
“We have families to feed, Arthur,” Pete said, looking out over the hood of his truck. “We cannot get tangled up in a court case.”
