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Frank said.
    “He went into the store with Charlie this morning and got directions from Howard,” Jeb said. “He told me too, in case we get separated.”
    “We could use our phone GPS,” Terry said.
    “I don’t have the address,” Frank said.
    “Don’t worry about it, it’s simple,” Jeb said. “There’s only four turns, and a lot of long straight road. This is farm country, remember.”
    They settled in for the drive. They went south east, getting out of town in no time, and into the green flatlands, with stands of wind break trees here and there.
    “They have twisters here, don’t they?” Frank asked.
    “Yeah, they sure do,” Jeb said. “We’re in the heart of tornado alley, my friends.”
    “Should we be worried?” Terry asked.
    “Naw, we’re not in Tornado season. It won’t start up again until November, and we’re past the early season.”
    “There’s two?” Frank asked.
    “Yeah, May to June is the first one.”
    “Wonderful. I think we want to get out of here before November,” Terry said.
    “It’ll be too cold here by that time anyway,” Jeb said. “For most of our coaches, that is.”
    “Man, there’s just nobody around, is there?” Terry asked.
    “It’s not unusual for this part of the year,” Jeb said. “Another month and it’ll be harvest time. Then this place is going to go crazy. Wonder how much the problems in Mexico are going to impact that?”
    “Right turn coming up,” Frank said, watching the Suburban make the turn ahead of them.
    “How many miles is it?” Terry asked.
    “About thirty, according to Charlie and Gabe,” Jeb said. “Fast roads, though.”
    “Yeah, Colorado was getting a little old,” Frank said. “If I never see another switchback it’ll be too soon.”
    “Lightweight,” Jeb said, chuckling. “I love the high country.”
    “Farms are starting to thin out,” Frank said, as they continued down the long straight road.
    “I’ll bet our place is in that big stand of trees down there,” Jeb said. “See it?”
    “Yeah, looks like about the right size,” Frank said.
    “Maybe those trees would be good to set up watch towers…like those blinds we had at Hilda’s place.”
    “Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing,” Jeb said. “There’s a water tower in there.”
    “I see a few buildings towards the front too,” Frank said.
    As they approached, the park came more and more into view. Gabe pulled up in front of the gate. It was a large tube steel gate, which swung open from hinges on either side. It was painted white, but rust spots were coming through. It was chained together in the middle and padlocked. Everybody got out of the car, and Dobie got Duchess out of the back. Jeb pulled up behind them.
    “Don’t stomp around yet!” Jeb shouted. “Let’s check for tracks.”
    The men all froze, except Jerry, who started looking at the ground around the gate. Jeb walked up and down the road, and then joined Jerry by the gate, looking closely at the ground in front and behind it.
    “Nobody’s been here for a long time,” Jeb said. “Agree, Jerry?”
    “Yeah,” he said. “We bring bolt cutters?”
    “Sure did, in the back,” Gabe said. “It’s under the tarp, where the rest of my tools are.” He walked to the back of his SUV, and returned with them. “Here goes nothing.”
    He struggled with the cutters, but they got through the padlock. He carried the bolt cutters back to the SUV while Jeb and Jerry unwrapped the chain and pushed both sides of the gate open. They drove in. The place was a mess. It was overgrown, and there was trash here and there, sitting in large clumps. The windows in the front office were broken out. Behind that was a courtyard, and then the clubhouse. It had broken windows too, and the doors hung open. Gabe pulled over to the side of the clubhouse, and Jeb pulled down a little ways, across the road, next to the building by the swimming pool area. There was evidence of fire at that building, with