Soundlessly a panel, on top of four feet of concrete, which housed the mechanism which lifted the section from the floor and tilted back to give us ac...ess to a ladder leading down into the darkness. Once we were down far enough to be safe, I pushed in a different color of energy to trigger the block to move back into place. I could hear the bank-vault sized pins sliding back into the holes in the walls surrounding the slab. Once locked, we had dim lights, at least to people not like me, come on. The marshal ain't always the first ta hear thin's, but a range war can't be kept a secret. I don't believe that could be the problem." OK, then, does anybody else have a rustlin' problem?" Now, that's what's so peculiar. As far as I know, John Buckley is the only rancher aroun' here with a real rustlin' problem. Shore, other ranchers lose a head or two now an' then, but that's mostly to some hungry Injun or saddle tramp. The crazy thin' is, the cattle jus' disappear. Nobody's reported seein'. He kissed me on my lips once more and looked me in the eye. “What a morning to wake up to,” I said. We both smiled. “Come on. Get ready quickly. Our flight is in two hours. We gotta leave quickly,” he said. “Flight? Huh? What are you even saying?” I asked, pretty confused.“We’ve got just one week left. So I’m taking you on a small trip. Just take your necessary items, rest all I have, and come quickly.” Saying that he pushed me into my room and signaled me to get ready quickly. I had a quick. “Oh come on mom, its not that bad, I actually kinda like the dark,” Chris said.“Well I don't, not when its storming like this, I'm with you mom,” Stephanie said.“Yeah me too, these storms always make me uneasy,” mom agreed.“Alright come on guys, we have to protect our women folk,” dad joked.We started to feel our way around in the dark when I felt something fly past my face, I couldn't see anything so I let it go. I started feeling around again when I felt it again, but this time it skimmed my.