My Neighbors Dug A Two-Acre Lake On My Land While I Was Out Of State—Then Told Me Their Contractor Said It Was Theirs, And That Was The Day I Learned How Expensive Arrogance Can Be

“Don’t sit on a boundary, Danny,” he said.

I hopped down, thinking I had damaged something. “I didn’t knock any loose.”

“That ain’t what I mean.”

He walked over, rested one boot on the lower stones, and looked south toward the neighboring pasture. “A boundary is a promise. It tells your neighbor where your responsibility ends and his begins. You respect his side, he respects yours, and everybody sleeps better.”

Then he looked at me with those pale gray eyes that always seemed to know when I was only half listening.

“Land’s the only thing they’re not making more of,” he said. “You take care of it, it’ll take care of you. But if you let somebody move the line once, they’ll come back with a bigger shovel.”