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with a water pump and a water purification system.
    “Yeah, there’s the generators, but look at the rest of this stuff,” Charlie said.
    In the middle of the barn was a diesel tow truck, and then a couple of snowmobiles and a riding lawnmower. On the right wall was a large workshop area, with a huge workbench and lots of power tools…drill press, lathe, vertical mill, air compressor, arc welder, and some sheet metal tools.
    “Holy crap,” Gabe said. “Why didn’t the tweakers ever bust into this place?”
    “Probably too stupid,” Dobie said. “Besides, except for the snowmobiles, this kind of stuff is almost impossible to fence.”
    “That was a pretty damn big lock on the door, too, and there aren’t windows to break into,” Jeb said. “Probably too much effort. They were making reliable money cooking meth.”
    Frank was staring off into the corner, next to the workbench area. There was a large metal cabinet over there, with cables coming out of the top and going out to the roof. He started to trot over there.
    “What, Frank?” Jerry asked, trotting to catch up to him.
    “That might be a Wi-Fi set up,” he said. “Look at the wires coming out of the top. You see a dish anywhere around here?”
    “Nope, not yet. This place is big, though. There’s going to be a lot of exploring to do.”
    “Hey guys, I’m going to go walk the fence,” Jeb said.
    “I’ll go with you,” Dobie said, walking Duchess over. “We might need to mend some fencing…might as well find it now.” They walked off together.
    “Well, what do you think, Jeb?” Dobie asked as they walked to the section of fence that was behind the barn.
    “I don’t know,” Jeb said. “Lots of exploring left to do, and if we can’t get power to our rigs, this’ll be a short stay. None of us can boondock for that long.”
    “We’ll have to make some supply runs, I suspect. Batteries, fuel, and so on. Wonder if we can get the power company to turn us back on.”
    “Good question. We don’t own this, but I’m not sure that matters, as long as somebody’s around to send a bill to.”
    There were trees all the way around the property, just inside of the fence. They were old trees, with large trunks.
    “There’s our first place to mend,” Dobie said, pointing.
    “That’s a big enough hole to drive through,” Jeb said, rubbing his beard with his fingers. “Look, there’s tracks there.” He walked over and squatted down to get a closer look.
    “How old?”
    “Real old,” Jeb said. “It was probably muddy when they left. I think these tracks have been through more than one winter.”
    “Wonder if we can find a fence stretcher in town,” Dobie said. “We could probably re-fasten it if we can get it stretched back out.”
    “Hell, if we can find a fence stretcher, we can probably find a gate that’ll fit here. It’d be nice to have a back way out.”
    “Good point,” Dobie said.
    “We’ll have to do some work out front for the dogs, you know.”
    “Yeah, I know,” Dobie said. “That vehicle gate ain’t gonna cut it.”
    “Hey,” Jeb said. “Look over there. That’s a pond.”
    They walked up to it. It was in the far right hand corner of the property. It was obviously man made, because it was almost square.
    “That’s big enough to have fish in it,” Jeb said, smiling. “Excellent.”
    “Think that’s fed by the spring?”
    “Yep. You see that water purification stuff? It’s cleaning the water from this pond before it gets pumped up into the tank. Somebody spent a lot of money on that.”
    “Wonder if it was the kid or the dad?” Dobie asked.
    “I’m guessing the dad. That purification stuff is old. It might be a little difficult to get parts if something breaks.”
    “Look, there’s a small brook that’s coming out of that pond,” Dobie said, pointing.
    “Yep, if it’s fed by a spring, the water has to go someplace,” Jeb said. He stood on his tiptoes and looked. “Well I’ll be damned,” he