I called him. His number was on the co-op sign. He answered on the fourth ring and I heard a television behind him.
“Mr. Breck, this is Dale Merrick. You’ve put a fence forty feet into my field. You’ve torn out my hedge.”
There was a long pause, and in it I could hear him deciding how to talk to me. When he spoke his voice was patient, almost kind, the way you would talk to a child who has the facts wrong.
“Now Dale,” he said. “That line’s been where it is since before you were a thought. The old wire ran along the slough there. I just cleaned it up and set it proper. That hedge was never the line. That was just Virgil Teare’s trees. Trees ain’t a line. A fence is a line.”
“Orval walked that line with me. He said the hedge was the line. He showed me the corner stone.”
Hollis laughed, soft. “Orval Teare is eighty-six years old and sold his place because he couldn’t tell a Tuesday from a hole in the ground. You’re going to hang your hat on what a confused old man told you on a nice afternoon?” He let that land. Then his voice changed, and the kindness went out of it like a light switched off. “I’ll tell you how it is out here, son, since nobody has. The line is wherever a man is willing to stand and hold it. I’m willing. You’re not. You’re a widower from the city who’ll be gone inside two years when the first real winter gets lonesome enough. So the corner’s mine. Go on and paint your little house.”
He hung up. I stood in my kitchen holding the phone and I had not told a living person in Dunmore that Carol was dead. I had not said the word widower to anyone. And this man had found it out, filed it, and used it on me like a chisel, coldly, to tell me I was too broken and too alone to fight. That was the cruelest part. Not the trees. Not the ground. That he had looked at a grieving man and seen only a thing that would not last the winter.
I want to tell you I went right out and raised hell. I did not. I will not lie about that. For about three weeks, Hollis Breck was nearly right about me.
I did the sensible things first. I asked around, quiet, at the cafe and the co-op and the gas station, where the line really was. And here is the thing that near to broke me. Everybody knew. Every single old-timer I talked to knew that hedge was the Teare line and that the dinner stone was the corner. Lorene Ackerman, who had taught the one-room school at Pleasant Hill for thirty years, told me she had eaten her lunch on that rock as a girl in 1948. Emmett Dvorak, who carried the rural mail route out my road for forty years before he retired, told me he could have drawn that hedge line in his sleep, that it ran dead straight from the stone. A dozen people told me, privately, leaning in, that of course Hollis had moved the fence, that the hedge was the line, everybody knew it.
And then every single one of them found a reason to be somewhere else when I asked if they would say so out loud.
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