A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
“Our business liability insurance does not cover us if we get sued for trespass,” Ted called out over the sound of the engine.
“You would be on my land,” I said.
“She says the boundary is disputed,” Pete said. “That is enough for the insurance company to drop us.”
The truck backed down the dirt road, leaving a thin trail of gray exhaust in the cold air.
I stood alone in the grass, the wind whistling through the rusted wire of the old fence.
I walked to the shed, picked up the heavy iron post hole digger, and carried it back to the first marker.
The first thrust of the heavy tool against the sod made a dull thud.
My back ached before I had even cleared the first six inches of topsoil.
They did not believe me over her, I thought. They believed her money.
By seven in the evening, the kitchen was dark except for the yellow bulb over the stove.
I sat at the wooden table with a bowl of potato soup that had gone cold, a thin skin forming over the top.
