Arthur Nelson Protected His Wyoming Mountain Cabin with a Trust
“And that means no one else can touch it,” I said.
“It means your personal creditors, or anyone claiming to represent you under a power of attorney, have no legal claim to the property,” Rebecca said. “The trust is its own entity, and you are the trustee for life.”
I picked up my pen, a heavy black ballpoint with a ribbed grip. My hand was steady, the skin scarred from forty years of framing and concrete work, but the ink went down smooth on the blue lines of the document.
Sarah took each page as I finished, lining up her silver seal over the signature line and pressing down with a dry, metallic click that echoed in the quiet kitchen.
“We have the affidavit regarding the forged signature ready for the county clerk,” Rebecca said, turning a page. “The sheriff’s department in Cody has already logged the preliminary report.”
“Has Cornelius seen it?” I asked.
“Not yet,” Rebecca said. “But he will.”
