You decide to trust Lily and not try the steeplechase. You ride down the fence line until you find an accommodating gate.
You dismount to open it and see it's decorated with burned-in cattle brands. The HOA balked when you painted a Warriors logo on your own curb. (movie, not basketball.)
The fence surrounds an oversized lot, with a single two-story farm-style house. The rest of the neighborhood is strictly mid-century modern.
In the darkness, a horse gallops. A cow lows. Torches approach.