The zoning officer stepped forward. “We’re installing some new signs today. Metal ones. Official seal. ‘Private Property. No Trespassing. Offenders May Face Jail Time.’” Robert blinked. “Seriously?”
The older man nodded. “Seriously. That video stirred up enough noise to finally get us the funding. We’ve also had words with the resort—they’re putting up barriers at the trail’s edge now. No more lazy detours through your vines.”