"Everyone knows about it." Connor pulled up a chair without asking. "Started when both families' ancestors found a massive elk herd on the eastern border. I have been fighting over it ever since."
"That was three generations ago. Why is it still a problem?"
"Pride. Tradition. Stubbornness." Connor shrugged. "Both families are convinced they're right. Both families are too proud to compromise."
I stared at the maps until they blurred. "This is impossible."
"No trial would be called if it was impossible." Connor stood. "But it might be impossible to solve the way everyone expects. Sometimes you need to think differently."
He left before I could ask what that meant.
Thomas Harrison's house was basically a log cabin on steroids—massive, imposing, and smelling like testoster
