Chapter 17

Present day Both parties met at a small goat pen by the side of the farm. The shed was reeking of animal dung and urine, a heap of hay laid on either sides of the pen, one stacked high and the other just a few layers low and about sixteen goats moved about eight no care in the world. The Senator stood with only one of his men by his side, the other stood a shooting distance away, after searching and disarming the trio of what empty guns they carried. Sure that the trio were unarmed and harmless, the five men left and one stood beside Thomas, something he never allowed when he was meeting with Pete. Never. It had always been just the both of them talking in low tones. Senator Thomas was dressed in a golf short, a polo shirt and a navy blue base ball cap that matched his stockings and encased in his boots clad feet. His stomach looked about to pop right out of his t-shirt or better still implode and leave his offals hanging inside in a weak sac, he looked bloated, like a python who ha