“David? What’s wrong? You sound terrible.”
“I need you to listen carefully. My son parked a concrete truck across my road. He’s blocking the only way off my property.”
“What?”
“He’s trying to force me to sign over my land. He told me the truck won’t move until I sign. I’m inside the house, and he’s sitting out there watching me.”
Silence followed.
I could almost hear Harry processing what I had told him.
“Are you serious, David?”
“I wish I weren’t.”
“Your own son is keeping you from leaving?”
“Yes.”
“Is he armed?”
“I haven’t seen anything like that. He hasn’t tried to come into the house. But he planned this carefully, Harry. He knows my cell phone doesn’t work out here. He thinks I have no way to contact anyone.”
“How are you calling me?”
“The old satellite phone Margaret and I used for camping.”
