She could not have planned it better. It was almost too perfect to accept at face value. Her plan was masterful in her own eyes and yet Jasper could see the one flaw that would bring it all crashing down. One conversation was all that he had to have with the new lawyer and Lydia Richardson would go down in a spiral of burning flames.
"DUDE!" the intrusion into his thoughts came from directly behind him in the form of a very large, muscular black man, "you never called me back last night! I was sitting at that damn bar, by my self, for almost two hours!" The mans voice seemed to rise in volume as each word came out and Jasper was fairly certain that had his skin not already been black it would have been red.
"William. I can see you are deciding to take this in an adult fasion before screaming at me, and I apprieciate that, " the sarcasm dripping from his tongue, "but I had a good reason for standing you up and there-by leaving the room full of beautiful woman to you." Jasper turned on his hills, leaving a distictive spiral mark in the newly turned dirt from the soles of his shoes. "Do you recognise where you are, or did you just drive over here in a blind rage set on tearing off my head?" Will had been Jasper's best friend for a very long time and still found it highly entertaining in any situation to give him a hard time over his explosive temper. Will looked around the field then and Jasper was even more sure that he had come over in a blind rage, or something very close to it.
" Are we on the old Larson property?" Will asked, finally getting his bearings.
"The southern tip, yea. I thought that you might want to get a better look at it before you dismiss it as useless and better off as the new development."
"You left me alone last night for a sorry peice of land that one, count them one, person wants, and yet you insist on getting my new shoes dirty for?"
"First of all, they're shoes man, stop being a girl. Second, more than one person wants this land.. look at the dirt." Jasper bent down from his six foot hight to scoop some of the dirt into his hand and let the wind sweep it away again. "It's plowed, freshly plowed, and I would bet money that if there were not already seeds in that earth that there will be soon." He watched as Will switched from not caring at all to understanding coming into his eyes as the dirt blew into his face and against his sunglasses.
"Larson has been dead for years," he wispered to himself, looking out to teh nearby hills. "Someone else is living off of this land." Will looked at Jasper as the sentance he was waiting for came out of the big man's mouth. "We have to stop her."