The sheriff arrived later that afternoon, but because the paperwork Brenda carried created confusion about property boundaries, the deputies called it a civil matter and left without forcing the wedding off the ridge. Furious but careful not to break the law, I walked back to my barn and thought quietly about what could be done. That was when my neighbor Dave noticed the liquid fertilizer spreader sitting in the corner. The pasture genuinely needed treatment before winter, and the next afternoon happened to bring ideal spreading conditions with a steady breeze blowing directly toward the ridge. So, while the wedding guests gathered beneath the oak tree in expensive suits and dresses, I slowly drove my tractor across my pasture and began fertilizing the field the same way farmers in our county had done for generations.
I THOUGHT THE STRANGEST THING I’D SEE THAT DAY WAS A LUXURY WEDDING TENT BUILT ON MY LAND — UNTIL THE WOMAN RUNNING THE EVENT TOLD ME TO MOVE MY TRUCK OFF MY OWN PROPERTY.
