Eventually I could make out the rusty Ford pickup truck kicking it all up as it moved down the country lane. Glanced at my watch, after rubbing the di...t off of it, and sure enough, it was time for lunch.I stopped the tractor, and then turned it off. Right away the AC stopped in the cab. The rust bucket carefully pulled off of the road and then moved across the field that I was plowing under, towards me. The field was so fucking dry that even as the dust plume that was trailing behind me. Bobby advanced closer to me, all I recognised was his silhouette, but I knew it was him from his posture.He stopped a few feet away from me, stood there staring at me for a moment before he attacked me with questions. “Who are you? Why were you following me? For whom are you working for?” The emphasis of his voice demanded an answer.He retrieved a cigarette lighter from his pocket and inflamed his cigarette. The small flame from the zippo had shed enough light to reveal his face. I gritted my. He calmed me down by saying it was alright as my secret was safe with him and he started to ask what had happened, wheedling the whole story out of me in just a few minutes and I saw a satisfied look spread across his face as I finished. I was quick to add that there had only ever been rabbit-man there and never anyone else and he smiled even more when I told him I had stopped going after a year or so. He took five or six more pictures out and this time, laid them all down in a long row so that. The entire prosecution team did not look happy at all. That was surely good news for him, wasn't it?"All rise for his lordship, Lord Justice General Bradford," called out the court's clerk.Everyone in the courtroom complied with this instruction and the judge swept in and sat in his chair."Please be seated."Judge Bradford proceeded to explain to the members of the jury what was going to happen next. He offered them advice on how to weigh up the evidence they had heard, for example what was.