CHAPTER NINE
C
olonel Dexter Jenkins and Sergeant Jerome Washington arrived in Kerney, Wyoming at four in the morning. Sergeant Washington’s Dad opened the door and greeted his son with a hug and Colonel Jenkins with a firm handshake.
They sat in the living room and quietly talked for a few minutes.
“How can we get in touch with the President?”
“Jerome, I don’t know. The ranch is sealed up tight. All the Secret Service is at the ranch. The road is blocked a mile from the ranch,” said Mr. Washington answering his son’s question.
“Would they let us leave a message at the Command Center?”
“Colonel, I don’t know. Do you want everyone to know you are here?”
“No, cause, I am sure they wouldn’t let us help. They would block us out.” Said Jenkins.
“There might be a way,” said Mr. Washingt
