They Forgot to Invite Me to Christmas—So I Bought a Mountain. When They Came to Take It, the Deputy Was Already Waiting.

The ceiling soared to a sharp peak crossed with rough-sawn beams. Afternoon light—she’d filmed it earlier that day—poured across wide-plank floors. A stone fireplace dominated one wall. The kitchen was a galley of clean lines and butcher block. A spiral staircase led to a loft that overlooked the great room.

She slid open the glass door and stepped continue reading …