Marlene was standing on the eighty acres her late husband, Wes, had left her when she met Richard Miller and his fifteen-year-old son, Evan. They had driven from Omaha expecting a two-day hunting trip they had already paid for. Richard explained that Marlene\u2019s nephew, Cody, had charged them $600 and claimed Wes had left him the property. Cody even sent them a written agreement identifying himself as the lawful owner with authority to grant hunting access.<\/p>\n
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Marlene\u2019s stomach tightened. Wes had loved Cody like a son, teaching him to hunt, repair fences, and respect the land, but affection had never made Cody its owner. Marlene calmly explained that the property belonged entirely to her and that Cody had never received permission to sell hunting access. Richard immediately offered to leave. Instead of blaming him, Marlene poured coffee and called Cody. When she told him exactly where she was and who was standing beside her, the silence on the other end lasted several seconds. Cody nervously claimed he could explain everything. Marlene gave him one instruction: come to the property immediately\u2014and bring whatever documents proved the land belonged to him.<\/p>\n
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