He stomped back to the house, muttering under his breath. These weren’t harmless wanderers. They weren’t explorers. They were entitled strangers treating his land like it was part of their vacation package. When he first heard the resort was going up nearby, he’d felt hopeful.
Maybe it would raise property values. Maybe someone would want to buy the vineyard someday when he was gone—someone who loved it the way Marianne had. He hadn’t expected it to bring daily disrespect and trampled rows.