That pasture was my pride, a broken stretch of land I rebuilt inch by inch after my marriage ended. Seeing those words felt like a warning, and when I found footprints near the pond and fresh scratches on the barn door, I knew it wasn’t a joke. Someone was watching, trespassing, trying to unsettle me. Fear crept in, but I refused to let it take over. I reached out, spoke up, and stopped pretending I had to handle everything alone just to prove my strength. Neighbors who once doubted me started paying attention, and law enforcement took the situation seriously.
