In a way, it was a form of genocide without actually pulling the trigger on an entire race because they sentenced themselves to expatriate existence i... a foreign land. Of course, the broken recorded promises and unenforced treaties gathered dust in the basement of some moldy government building in Washington, D.C. never to see the light of day again.The following week turned out to be a crossroads of a sort for our continued trek west to the Pacific Ocean.I had somehow contracted a valley fever. The catcher had to guard home plate, so he could not field the ball, and that put the onus on the pitcher.The pitcher ran to the ball, which had stopped dead, and reached for it. It was decision time! Did the pitcher throw the ball to the catcher to try to prevent the runner from scoring, did he throw the ball to second base to start a double play, or did he concede the run and throw the ball to first base to put me out. Well, the decision was kind of made for him—he dropped the ball in his. Lisa was afraid that what she was going to see would be some sort of laboratory where they make bars or speed or all the other drug names she had learned in her health class. But what she saw when they rounded the last corner was far worse than that.Two tables, one gray colored chair, a sink, and a dresser was all that filled the small room. Off to the side there was what seemed to be a holding cell, which was thankfully empty. The tables matched each other to the point. They had leather straps. "Is he tall?" Annie demanded, raising her hand."Enough, enough for now," said her mother over her shoulder, coaxing the mules to more effort as the road rose. "Save some questions for supper." Can I get some candy?" the girl whined. "You promised." When we get home," her mother said, flicking the reins without much effect as the lead mule avoided a muddy pothole.It was fully two hours later when the Williams family crested the last hill. At the top of the gentle rise, Mrs. Williams stopped to.