My Father Brought a Locksmith to Sell the Ranch I Bought
She finally pulled her hand out of the leather bag, holding a folded piece of white paper.
“I brought this,” she said. “It is a simple agreement to help both of you.”
She laid the paper on the table, her hand resting on top of it.
“What is it?” I asked.
“A joint-use easement,” she said. “For the gravel road that leads to your north gate.”
I did not touch the paper yet.
“Why does Arthur need an easement on my road?” I asked.
“It is for Evan,” Linda said. “If he gets the parcel next to yours, he will need a way to haul feed. The county road is too narrow for his big trailers.”
“The county road is thirty feet wide,” I said.
“It gets muddy in the spring,” Linda whispered. “You know how the runoff is. Your road is built on higher ground.”
She slid the paper toward me, her fingers leaving a small smudge of condensation on the table.
“We just want what is best for both of you, Olivia, as a family,” she said.
