of the trail. The door opened. Out stepped Karen and the thickset board member, carrying work gloves and a cordless angle grinder.
On the audio, her voice was crystal clear: “Just cut the damn post flush with the dirt. Toss the metal into the brush. If he puts another one up, we tell the magistrate he’s harassing a recognized nonprofit board.”
The blade sparked against the steel T-post for thirty seconds until the sign clattered into the dirt. They tossed it into the weeds, climbed back into the Lexus, and
