Arthur Nelson Protected His Wyoming Mountain Cabin with a Trust
Cornelius did not move, but his arm went stiff at his side.
“This is a copy of the newly recorded deed,” Rebecca said, holding out the paper. “The cabin belongs to the trust now, Cornelius, and you are trespassing on monitored land.”
“This is ridiculous,” Cornelius said. “I have a legal document from Denver.”
“You have a forged document,” Rebecca said, her voice perfectly flat. “We have already filed the forgery report with the Park County Sheriff, and a copy has been forwarded to the district attorney in Denver.”
Cornelius looked at the paper in her hand, his eyes moving rapidly across the legal descriptions and the red seal.
“The secondary bank account has been unfrozen,” I said. “And the sheriff has the security footage from the Cody bank branch where you tried to use the forged papers.”
He did not look at me. He looked at Bula, who was standing near the corner of the porch, her face pale in the high mountain light.
