Land Dispute and Justice Served

They said “no one would notice a few extra feet,” so I made sure the entire county noticed

what they stole. My ranch in north Texas is 20 acres of flat, sandy loam,

perfect for horses, and the eastern boundary is straight as a rifle shot—steel posts aligned since

1978. Nobody has ever questioned that line until Todd and Samantha arrived

with their suburban confidence and the belief that rural land bends to their Pinterest boards.

One morning I saw their contractor trenching way too close to my fence, and Todd casually

said they were “expanding the driveway” and that using “a tiny bit” of my side would make it smoother.

I told him absolutely not. While I was gone for a three-day rodeo,