Arthur Nelson Protected His Wyoming Mountain Cabin with a Trust
“He sat right next to me,” I said, looking at the yellow legal pad I had taken from my canvas bag. “Bula was pouring coffee. She brought the pen.”
“Did she see him sign it?” Rebecca asked.
“She was right there,” I said. “She was clearing the mugs while Cornelius sorted the pages into his briefcase.”
I picked up my pencil and wrote the date on the yellow legal pad. February twelfth. My hand felt heavy, the lead leaving a dark, jagged line on the yellow paper as I tried to reconstruct that afternoon in my mind.
“This document gives him the legal authority to sign your name to contracts, withdraw funds, and transfer title to real estate,” Rebecca said. “In the eyes of any financial institution in Colorado, Cornelius Vaughn is you.”
“And my cabin?” I asked.
“If he registers this power of attorney with the Park County clerk here in Wyoming, he can sign the cabin deed over to himself or a third party,” she said. “The county clerk has no way of knowing the document is a forgery unless we file an official contest.”
