“And there.”
Another marker.
“The road is inside.”
Victoria’s mouth tightened.
“The HOA is investigating historic access.”
“My attorney is waiting for your attorney’s evidence.”
“Your attorney?”
“Yes.”
That changed something.
Victoria had expected stubborn rancher.
Not documented resistance.
Garrett continued.
“The county approved the structure.”
Her expression shifted again.
“You got a permit?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Before I started.”
Victoria looked along the wall.
Several residents had slowed their cars.
One stopped.
Then another.
Not blocking the road.
Watching.
Victoria lowered her voice.
“You’re trying to embarrass me.”
Garrett almost smiled.
“No.”
“You built a wall because I drove down a road.”
“I built a wall because you kept driving down a road after I asked you not to, forced my gate twice, and told people they had access you couldn’t prove existed.”
“I never forced anything.”
“I have video.”
Victoria looked toward the trail camera.
She had forgotten it.
Or hoped he had.
Garrett continued.
“First time, I asked.”
Silence.
“Second time, I replaced the latch.”