The other measured the road.
Their voices were faint, but the pasture camera had audio.
“Linda wants the full approach documented,” one of them said.
“What about the cabin?”
“Noncompliant.”
“With what?”
“The plan.”
Ethan leaned closer to the screen.
The men remained on his property for thirty-one minutes.
When they finally left, they closed the gate behind them.
Ethan waited until the taillights disappeared.
Then he unloaded the shotgun and returned it to the cabinet.
At 3:04 in the morning, he opened his laptop.
He created a new folder.
PINE RIDGE TRESPASS INVESTIGATION.