“Enough to keep honest people honest. My opinion?”“Sure,” I said.“If they’d’ve had more trouble trying to get the gate out of the way, t...ey’d’ve gone on to something easier. Those two weren’t particularly ambitious. Low-hanging fruit was more their style.”“Kinda what I figure,” Jay offered. “So we want a GOOD gate. Maybe a chain link fence along the road. Won’t be Fort Knox but it’ll be more of a deterrent.”“Gonna be pricey,” Bill said.“Who do we get to do that?” I asked.“Lemme do some looking.. Anyway, just go to the changing room and you will be met there.”Martha didn’t think that sounded right and queried it. “Are you sure, ma’am?” she asked politely.Officer Lang snapped back with, “Yes, old woman,” and wrote a note and holding it up for Martha to take said sternly, “Take this. That is two extra strokes for questioning me.”Martha blanched as she took the note and wanted to say as politely as possible that Officer Lang was wrong, but was too worried and so thought it best to take the. ”Marcoba slammed his fist down on the table, rattling it, and cried out, “It’s haunted, this place. The ghosts are speaking to us. Communicating through sleep. We’re on their beds, we’re walking in their graveyard. We’re shitting over their graves, our septic tanks buried in their cemetery ... And their methods, the methods the ghosts are using to communicate, it’s as if they wish to negotiate with guns pointed at our heads...”His tone then softened, his eyes squinted, and his voice lowered to. We were in town for three hours and she got four marriage proposals. She politely declined them all.It didn’t take us long to decide the town was not for us. One family seemed to own everything. The prices in their store was outrageous, as well as in the butcher shop. We decided to skip trying to trade there and move on to the next town twenty miles away. Somebody had seen our herd though, and word was out.He was about fifty and looked like he thought a lot of city living. He was overweight,.