Ash’s people think they’ll end up in just one venue. Maximum impact.”“Where will they stay? Overnight?”“Grayhock Farm.”Ah, good old Aaro... Grayhock. Following in his father’s footsteps. Grandfather’s. Third generation hater. His father had been a prominent Bircher. One of the first in the country to turn his barn into an easel for signs composed by The Messenger. The same sign would appear in multiple locations across the country.They’re Coming For Our Guns!States Rights!Federal Reserve =. He smiled as it sunk in and he got up and went to the cooler. Sam opened it and there lay a nice size black bass. ‘Wow Abby, that’s a nice catch dear.’ He looked back at her as the lid shut. Then he walked over to her and kissed her. ‘I’m impressed.’ She sat there with a little smirk look on her face of self pride. Sam grin’d at her and sat back down and drank his coffee. She shook her pole a little as he finally had to ask. ‘Did that old man leave you the fish? Was his name Pete Johnson?’. More

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