Arthur Nelson Protected His Wyoming Mountain Cabin with a Trust
“I had a duplicate made at the hardware store in Cody last week,” Cornelius said. “I have every right to enter this structure.”
“I found the receipt in your jacket pocket six days ago,” I said. “The deadbolt was rekeyed yesterday afternoon.”
He took a step up, his eyes narrowing as he reached for the screen door handle.
“I have a signed general power of attorney, Arthur,” Cornelius said. “I can sign the joint deed myself if you continue to be difficult.”
“No, you cannot,” I said.
I unlocked my phone and held the screen out toward him, showing him the grainy black and white video from the trail camera I had mounted on the fir tree.
Three wolves, their coats thick and dark against the snow, were tearing at the frozen beef scraps on the fallen log forty yards from the driveway.
“I had a visitor this morning,” I said. “Ranger Davis from the station came by to check the clearing. He verified the wolf presence is a natural hazard, and he warned me that anyone walking around here without a rifle is trespassing on active predator territory.”
