CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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etired Secret Service Agents Phillip West, Dean Gilmore, and Ron McIntyre were at the ranch at eight o’clock.
“I don’t know how I can ever repay you,” said Lewis.
Beverly hugged the three men and kissed each on the cheek and said, “Thank you.”
McIntyre would drive back to Colquitt, Georgia. West was bumming a ride to Hollywood with Gilmore. He had bummed a ride here, it seemed only fitting.
Colonel Jenkins and Sergeant Washington arrived at nine.
“Thank you for coming. I knew you would.”
Beverly hugged both men and kissed each one on the cheek.
“Thank you,” said Beverly.
The two soldiers were driven to Casper and would fly first class to Atlanta.
The MacDonald’s were driven to church like always that morning. When they walked in Bro. Turner shouted, “Praise the
