I ask again how you knew we were here?" I am Meseeka. My sense of smell is very acute. I could smell your Calak from where I was riding, and when we c...me to introduce ourselves I could smell injury and death," I said.The other two women gasped when I told them, but the leader's widow only asked another question."You said we, are there other's with you?" she asked."Yes. My mates, our Zakat, and a friend stayed back and let me come to make sure it wasn't disease that I sensed," I said."Oh. That. Tom decided to just wait in the car until his mom and dad returned. However, he did take the opportunity to wind his window down and look carefully around at his surroundings. It all looked harmless enough at this stage and there wasn’t a clothed or naked person of any description in sight anywhere. To Tom the place could have easily been any other holiday resort he had visited over the years with his parents and other relatives.As Tom looked about he could make out some small to medium sized. Since property transfers were a public matter, the town soon found out the man’s name was Thomas (Tom) Porter, and he paid cash for the old farm. The place had been for sale nigh-onto six years and no one locally could afford it. No one from out of town wanted to move to the small community and live in such a shack. In truth, most of the town folk at one time or another wondered why some high-roller didn’t purchase the small thirty-acre plot, tear the house down, then build a mansion or another. "His head snapped around to face her. "How much?" Fifteen thousand."There was a long moment of silence. Kevin emitted a low whistle as he exhaled and his eyes dilated. "Fifteen thousand dollars?" Yes."He swallowed, then shook his head. "Fifteen thousand for what, a day's work?" Maybe two, but the shoot won't take more than a single weekend at most."He was now torn. They both knew how much the money would help, yet the thought of his lovely wife baring herself for every man in America ate at his.