The property taxes alone contributed considerably to the local area.These were fairly serious charges they were investigating, and the supervisor hope... it could be dismissed quickly. He suspected that the woman social worker was more interested in seeing the place and having a sense of power among the rich than in pursuing anything creditable. He considered his presence would prevent them all getting into more trouble than his office or the community wanted.It was, therefore, with some surprise. The attendant in the visitor information centre had told them that the drive would seem like picture-postcard perfection and both Dave and Jill agreed with the assessment.When they got to the Rotary Lookout, on Wireless Hill, Dave and Jill took the circular loop walk that gave them sweeping views across the town and the islands of the Archipelago.While they were at Salmon Beach, Dave and Jill checked out the six huge Westwind windmills, just over the road, and having seen the white sand blowing. A few minutes later, another cowboy struts into the bar and asks “Who owns that big white horse outside?” The Lone Ranger stands again, and claims “I do, what’s wrong with him this time?” The cowboy looks him in the eye and says “Nothing, but you left your Injun runnin’”.An elderly spinster called the lawyer’s office and told the receptionist she wanted to see the lawyer about having a will prepared. The receptionist suggested they set up an appointment for a convenient time for the spinster to. "I'm going up here; it opens on top of the hill above the house. The opening is screened by bushes. Once outside I'll try to flank them and see what is going on." Do you think they could be the guys that were here the other day?" Sarah asked. At Juniors shrug she took his coffee cup, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Please be careful, and let me know it's you before you come back in, I wouldn't want to shoot you by accident." Junior nodded and began climbing the ladder, the scoped .308 slung.