.However, today was a special day. There were more pickup trucks than cars glittering under the prairie sun in the full church parking lot. Well-off f...rmers that could afford a Cadillac still drove pickups and talked poor, speaking gravely about the weather and the price of corn like everybody else."July's too hot," Zach had said the year before."You may have picked your bride; but the women plan the wedding," his mom informed to groom-to-be."She's right, honey," said Kristen. "You'll see, when. There were two pages of pictures with brief explanations and a half page article.“If anyone goes out today, pick me up several papers; I want one for a souvenir,” I said.“Speaking of going out; no one goes out alone for the next few days. There might be more trouble brewing,” I said.After breakfast I gave him all the intel that Robert had sent last night, while I looked at my email for anything new.I pulled up the department’s expensive version of Google Earth and looked at 515 Nubulagla Road.. We were tired and the brief rest had just reminded our bodies that stiff muscles resulted from nagging aches produced by the jarring mule movements. None of us wore armor because I had insisted everyone ride as comfortably as possible, so when I tasted the salty-sea air we stopped our column on the reverse-side of a hill; the occasional smell of acrid smoke hit our nostrils.A visual of the village from my dream was in my mind. My men sensed my renewed tension and watched me closely, as we stood. " From the look of that trident on your chest, nerves aren't a problem for you son." Uncle Roy had come into the room, his pipe in hand. Florence was right behind him, also clutching a pack and a lighter."What's a trident," she asked."It means he's a SEAL," Uncle Roy said with a grin. "The kick ass arm of the navy. If it needs doing, those boys get it done, come hell or high water. And from the looks of that salad bar on his chest, he's been kicking some major ass somewhere."If there was one.