The outlook had been grim at the start, with each passing day only fairing worse. Just as many were abducted as killed. It didn’t even seem like the... cared about winning anything. They simply pressed deeper, burning precious crops and destroying entire packs. Those of breeding age vanished into the mountains.And now here she was, about to find out just what happened to them. She had already gotten a taste of it and, well, it ... it wasn’t like she expected. Gulping, she admitted she had. Clark the entire story, about finding the treasure this morning in the roots of the hundred year old oak tree. We go to the dining room and Ms. Clarks eyes widen as seen all the gold and silver spread out on the dining table. Ms. Clark has her own story she shares with us. She begins, Back when my grandfather was a young man he actually worked for John Thurgood. He talked about how good of men he was, how he kept most the county from starving to death during the depression. He said it didnt. She started into a trot automatically, and then slowed as her injury barked at her. At a more sedate pace, she walked across the flagstones that led to the front door, and went inside.John wasn't pacing. He wasn't agitated.He was sitting in his chair, watching the tube, drinking his third beer."I'm home," she called out."'kay," he responded, not looking her way.She got the pen and pad they used to make a grocery list on and took it outside. She handed it to him without comment.He wrote, and. When we hang siding, you work for me."She took four magnetic signs out of her truck, handed David two and stuck two to her truck doors. "Well?" 'Wendy Does it. Com, ' her signs read.David stuck the two on his doors and away they went. They went to David's garage apartment. First, he opened up the apartment. There was nothing in the propane mini fridge, when you work at the Dee you try and eat anywhere else. He put an open box of baking soda in the fridge, shut off the propane, disconnected and.