A Blizzard Trapped Me in a Line Cabin With the Neighbor I’d Been Suing for Twelve Years

My name is Cal Brody. I’m 65, and I run cattle on four thousand acres outside Pinedale, Wyoming.

For twelve years, the most important person in my life was a woman I couldn’t stand.

Her name is Ingrid Sorensen. She owns the ranch to the south of mine. Between our two places runs Silver Creek, and for over a century, both families have taken irrigation water from it.

Twelve years ago, during a drought, Ingrid’s late husband put in a new headgate upstream from my ditch. My hay meadows went dry by July.

I called a water rights attorney.

So did they.