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draught. If it happened
before, it could happen again," he informs Kelly.
    "Yeah, and that was when it probably
would've just been Doc, Grams and Hannah here. There's a shit ton
of people on the farm now. Not to mention the livestock," Kelly
agrees readily as the blonde passes another flirtatious peek that
carries a bit of suggestion behind it toward him and Derek. She's
also sauntering her hips suggestively when she walks, and it's
definitely not by accident. Derek looks at him and rolls his eyes.
It reminds Kelly of Reagan which makes him laugh.
    "We definitely gotta discuss this with Doc
later," Derek adds.
    They come to the visitors' campsite near the
equipment shed. Kelly immediately notices that two of the men are
missing from the group. There should be ten of them, not counting
the two sick ones in the med shed.
    "Where'd the other two go?" he barks point
blank to the nearest person. It just so happens to be the large
black man named Levon.
    "What's it to you?" he asks snidely.
    However, seeing Kelly's hand on his rifle,
the man quickly amends his rudeness, but only slightly.
    "Went into those woods over there to take a
shit. Is that a problem, too?"
    "Yeah, you guys put a lot of restrictions on
us," the woman with the dark hair retorts with venom. "Don't go
there, stay over here, don't do this. Whatever, man. We're just
tryin' to survive like everyone else."
    "That will be made easier for you, too, if
you do what you're told while you're here on this farm," Derek
informs her without raising his voice.
    Grams's brother, Peter, descends from one of
the RV's in a cloud of smoke. It has a sweet, yet pungent aroma.
Kelly's pretty sure it's marijuana or some other type of drug able
to be smoked. It's definitely not from a cigarette.
    "Hey, man," he slurs.
    Kelly's not sure which of them that he's
addressing because his eyes are unfocused, the pupils dilated.
Movement beyond the uncle proves to be the teen boy with black hair
and Buzz, the bald, shifty dude who seems passive, but still on the
squirrely side. Kelly knows enough about people to not trust that
this man is passive and a non-threat. He's seen young people and
women blow themselves to smithereens in crowded markets in the name
of religion. Appearances can definitely be deceiving.
    "Do you have enough water for now?" Derek
asks with a touch of impatience.
    Kelly can tell that he isn't in the mood to
argue or renegotiate a new living arrangement already. They'd been
given ground rules, only two days ago, and here they are bitching
about them so soon.
    "Sure, man, we've got plenty for a while,"
Rick answers.
    He is the other black man and seems cool and
collected, unlike some of his traveling companions.
    Rick even adds, "Thanks. We appreciate you
all letting us stay."
    "Yeah, man, we're all good here," Peter says
as he stumbles into a lawn chair before plopping down into it.
"It's cool we got somewhere like this to drop anchor for a while. I
knew it would all work out. My sister wouldn't kick us to the curb.
We're glad we could stay, man."
    He hacks twice and spits into the weeds.
Nobody else in the group returns this sentiment, but he and Derek
also don't give a shit. Derek doesn't answer but gives a curt nod
before him and Kelly walk away.
    "Think they're going to give us problems?"
Derek asks him as they close in on the med shed.
    "I sure as shit hope not, man. Grams is
gonna be really upset if we have to kick them off the farm," he
answers. "I just hope they stay the hell away from the women and
the house."
    Derek sighs audibly as they continue to
walk.
    "Yeah, I know," he finally concurs.
    The dynamic of the farm has changed
considerably. All of them are on constant high alert with this band
of virtual strangers cohabitating it with them. Kelly still has a
bad feeling about the situation, but he'll bide his time and adhere
to the wishes of Doc for now.

Chapter
Three
Hannah
    The biscuits are baking in the oven, the
sausage is on the griddle cooking on low and