Corrine spent those 61 days digging her own grave deeper.
She filed a preemptive lawsuit demanding permanent community property rights. My attorney filed a motion to stay pending a real property transfer. Corrine’s lawyer was confused. Delilah just smiled.
On day 54, someone shot out my mailbox with a 12-gauge. My trail cameras caught Corrine’s second cousin driving a UTV with Bitterroot Ridge stickers on the bumper. We logged the footage. We didn’t call the sheriff. Not yet.
On day 61, I woke up at 4:40 AM. I put on my father’s good Pendleton jacket. Wyatt drove me into town.
At 8:02 AM inside the Wallowa County Courthouse, I signed over 2,260 acres to the Nez Perce Tribe. The tribal elders performed a short blessing right there in the records office. The clerk, who had known me for twenty years, stood up from her desk and said, “Well, it’s about time.”
By 10:00 AM, we were back at my kitchen table. The tribe’s attorney drafted a formal 30-day notice of termination of encroachment. It was addressed to the Bitterroot Ridge Estates HOA, care of Corrine Ashburn.
It stated that the new fee simple owner of the land was a sovereign Indian nation. It gave the HOA thirty days to vacate the road entirely or enter into a negotiated license agreement.
A Wallowa County Sheriff’s Deputy and a Sergeant from the Nez Perce Tribal Police delivered the notice together.
Personal service by a tribal officer in full uniform is not a piece of mail you can throw away. The Sergeant reported back that Corrine opened her door in a bathrobe, holding a glass of rosé. She read the notice and said, “This has to be a joke.”
The Sergeant replied, “Ma’am, it is not.”
The local news had the story by 6:00 PM. By 8:00 PM, news vans were parked at the subdivision gates.
Corrine lost her mind. She called an emergency HOA meeting, crying on Instagram Live that they were being attacked by vindictive outside forces.
