My Father Brought a Locksmith to Sell the Ranch I Bought
I walked over to him, the sub-zero air biting my cheeks.
“The legal description includes the utility easement,” Miller said. “Your main well head is forty feet from the road. Under this agreement, they would have joint access to the water line.”
“They would own my well?” I asked.
“They would have the right to tap into it,” Miller said. “And you would not be able to build a fence within thirty feet of the road. That cuts your winter pasture right in half.”
I looked down the road toward the ridge.
“Is that standard for a road maintenance agreement?” I asked.
“Not in this county,” Miller said. “Normally, you get twelve feet of roadway and five feet of clearance. This is a utility grab.”
He handed the paper back to me.
“If you sign this, you are giving away the most valuable part of your parcel,” Miller said.
“Thank you, Miller,” I said.
“Be careful, Olivia,” he said, packing his tripod into the truck bed. “Some people will use a road to take the whole mountain.”
