* * *Susan was sitting up on the blanket watching him when Neal pulled into the yard and parked beneath the breadfruit tree. As he walked up to her she said, "What's wrong with the truck? It sounds funny."
"The muffler fell off," he said. "And that's the good news."
"Oh—no. What's the bad news?"
He set down the sack of toilet parts and sat on the blanket. "Right up there," he said, pointing, "CSS put up a fence that cuts across our entrance road."
"A fence?"
He pulled out the photocopied letter from the foreman and she read through it. "I still don't understand."
"Well, if you want to believe their surveyors, about forty feet of our road—right up there where it goes through the narrow place in that ridge of lava—is on CSS land. When they put in the road they used a natura
