Jake froze, and then sighed. He said, “Dr. Kessler. I’ve worked out what I’m about to say with my attorneys, so I apologize if it doesn’t sound very spontaneous. I dislike the idea of anyone, including you, investigating what I consider to be private. However, I recognize your right to do academic research, and the potential historic value of that research. If you were to investigate something not involving me, something like the Walston coke ovens, or possibly the immigrant craftspeople who produced fantastic woodwork and other art in this area, I’d be interested in supporting your work financially.”
She interrupted. “I’m not” — 
Jake overrode her. “If, however, you persist in investigating things that directly disrupt my privacy, I will use every legal means my attorneys can think of to block you. I believe the majority of the people of Punxsutawney will support me in this effort. And my financial resources are deep.”
She sneered. “You think” — 
He held up a hand. “I’m not finished. Also, the public areas of my land are open to all. Private areas are clearly marked with signs and fences. I want to emphasize that attempting to proceed past those signs and fences is trespassing. Pennsylvania law allows specific recourse against trespassers, and any or all of them might be employed here. Please do not test this. Stay outside the fences.” He took a deep breath. “I’m done now.”