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The man was trespassing

He had his back to her as he held a wide-mouth glass tube of dirt...her dirt...up to the sun. Liz moved in closer and leveled her shotgun at him.

“Put it down and turn around.”

The man raised his arms and turned to face her.

Liz gasped. “Gabe Barzonni?”

Gabe chuckled. “Hi, Liz.”

She glared at him. “Spill. Why are you stealing my soil?”

“I wasn’t stealing. Exactly.” He started to smile, but catching Liz’s suspicious scowl, he obviously thought better of it. “I followed some tourists out to the vineyard. Your chef de cave told us we were free to walk around.”

“Sure you are. Among the Cabernet grapes. Not over here.”

“I didn’t know,” he said. “Liz, can you please put the shotgun away? It makes me nervous.”

“Good,” she said. “I want you to be nervous. Maybe you’ll start telling me the truth.”