1 & 4 March 2016
632 Words
I’m at the Arizonian Archaeology Club, New Mexican branch now. ‘S been a long ride, and it’s good to see an old dear friend again, especially in a time like this.
Now that I have time to rest and collect my thoughts, I’ll start from the very beginning.
I don’t remember much from the night when I passed out. The old folks home was havin’ a party, and Melvin was talkin’ to me, too. Must have been too much beer. Well, they were givin’ it all away for free so I went downstairs, grabbed a few cans and went back up into my room, keeping well away from all the noise, laughter, and loud party music. I must have forgotten to lock my door, because the next thing I remember was the room spinning in a blurry mess and Melvin’s face was suddenly there. He told me a few things, including the code to a hidden safe in William and Susan’s office, that I miraculously managed to remember.
So the next morning with a damned bloody hangover, I went into the empty office in the empty house, found the safe behind a painting, punched in the code and found some papers.
The first paper was a map showin’ the kinds of minerals that can be found on me land. And I’m talkin’ rare, precious minerals that can propel one from poor or average to MILLIONAIRE status! I don’t know how them Whitercolls got it, but the fact that they have it explains a lot about why they wanted me to leave the ranch so badly during their “family vacation”.
The second paper was a letter from the small gov-owned company they work for. I’ve seen the logo on it before. It was the same logo those retards in black flashed at me before removing me against me will from me ranch! The letter explained how the Whitercolls will be handsomely rewarded if they manage to come up with an excuse to “visit” my ranch and get me to leave it forever. So much for their “family vacation”. It is one of the lamest ruses I’ve seen people come up with. But yet it worked on me. They managed to trick me. And now they’re keeping me in their old folks’ home to keep me outta the way while they bulldoze me home sweet home to the ground.
I feel so sorry for the children now. Malachi, Raymond, Chelsea and Serafina. They’re all underaged and have yet to experience the cruel, unforgiving, real world. But they’ve already got the cruelest people in the world for their parents. Poor, poor children. Especially little Serafina, with her one direction albums and all. At least they have a nice grandfather who’s on MY side, it seems. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have learned the TRUE NATURE of this family and gone for reinforcements.
Tomorrow Chief and I will take off to save the most beloved place in my world. With only the two of use, it’s going to take everything we’ve got.
RANDY.
4th March 2016
We’re almost arriving at me ranch now. We barely stopped for a break except for a few foods, refreshments and to fill up some gas. A moving jeep is not a comfy, steady place to write in a journaL but I just wanna say that im about to and willing to do anything for me ranch and keep ‘er standing on me land.
RAndy.
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