A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
“The attorney general’s office mailed the official dissolution papers yesterday,” Mr. Duca said, reaching into his pocket for a handful of heavy wire staples.
“Did they send a copy to the county office?” I asked.
“Dolores said she filed it under the township records at nine this morning,” he said.
“So the association is completely gone,” I said, holding the wire against the next post.
“Every single page of it,” Mr. Duca said, tapping his hammer against the cedar to test the wood’s density. “The state attorney declared the whole charter void from the day they filed it.”
We worked our way down the fence line toward the western boundary marker, the iron pliers cold in my hands. It took us forty minutes to finish the lower two strands, our movements matching the quiet, slow rhythm of men who had spent their lives working with tools.
“The escrow agent called about the eight thousand dollars,” Mr. Duca said, pulling the wire tight for the final tie.
“Did they release the funds?” I asked.
“The bank in Lincoln is cutting the cashier’s check tomorrow morning,” he said.
