At seven the next morning, I pulled up with a rented walk-behind concrete saw, a small excavator, two guys from my fence crew, and a folder from my attorney, Martha Kline. Inside was an emergency court order allowing me to remove the encroaching portion at Priscilla’s expense, signed the afternoon before. I had spent the whole evening in Martha’s office with my survey, deed, and photos.

Priscilla came out in a silk robe, screaming that she was calling the sheriff. She did. The deputy arrived twenty minutes later and read the order twice. Then Priscilla’s own concrete contractor pulled up, saw the survey flags I’d replaced, and turned pale. He looked at the deputy and said quietly, “I told her the pins were in the way. She paid my guys to pull them out.”