my land under the old agreement…
if hundreds of people attended…
if vendors operated there…
if sponsors recognized the site…
if nobody stopped them…
they could later argue the access agreement had been treated as valid.
They weren’t selling corn maze tickets.
They were manufacturing a history of use.
Judge Marsh understood it too.
Her face went cold.
“When was this option agreement signed?”
Bradley looked at Trish.
“February.”
“Value?”
“I’d need to review—”
“Counsel.”
“One point eight million dollars.”
The courtroom seemed to shrink.
I heard someone behind me inhale sharply.
Rachel leaned toward me.
“Don’t react.”
I didn’t.
Judge Marsh continued.
“Who receives the money?”
“The HOA.”
“And payment depends on what?”
Bradley didn’t answer.
Judge Marsh repeated the question.
Finally:
“Verification of access rights.”
Now I understood Trish’s fear.
If the maze opened successfully, Cedar Ridge could show Horizon Ridge that the disputed access was real, active,
