3 days before my wedding, Dad called: “I’m not wal…

The zoning is prepped. The capital is secured. But the access road requires an easement through an adjacent parcel, and the owner is a stubborn dinosaur.”

“A dinosaur?” my father asked, eager to participate.

“Some old rancher sitting on hundreds of acres of prime real estate,” Preston complained, waving his hand. “He refuses to grant the easement, refuses to take a meeting. He does not understand modern capital.

He is a fossil holding up progress because he wants to keep his dirt quiet. I told my legal team to find a loophole and squeeze him out. You cannot stop progress.”

Elias took a slow sip of water.

“Some men value quiet dirt over loud concrete,” he offered mildly. Preston rolled his eyes. “Spoken like a true wilderness guide.

Real money requires concrete, Elias.”