Jack grinned, wiping sweat from his brow.
“Good, because those people came by again while you were gone. I told them to back off. Didn’t like the look they gave me, though.”
“They’ll be back,” I said. “Megan doesn’t quit.”
Jack nodded slowly.
“Then don’t you quit either.”
That night, I spread the documents on the table, studying every line until the words blurred. It felt like preparing for a mission. Supplies ready, objectives clear, threats identified. The army had drilled me for combat zones, but the battlefield now was my own bloodline.
The next day, I got an email from the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. One of Dad’s old contacts had confirmed the mineral survey, noting its strategic value. That phrase hit me differently. Strategic value wasn’t just money. It meant potential contracts, government interest, leverage on a national scale.
I stared at the screen, then at the quiet lake outside the window. Megan had no idea what she was circling. This wasn’t just family property. It was a resource with the kind of weight politicians whispered about behind closed doors.
