Jenny, Ching Lee, JJ, RJ and Takeo were stepping out of the chopper on the east lawn as I walked out to meet them. Jenny and Ching Lee both had briefcases with them.

            JJ and RJ each had a hobby box that I knew had a Lincoln log set. Takeo had a Tonka toy truck in one hand and a John Deere tractor in the other hand. I knew that when things settled down, I was helping build log cabins on the dining room floor and possibility a farm set.

            There were boxes of toys I had accumulated in one of the extra rooms in the living area; they had plenty of toys when they came to stay with me.

            After supper and an hour of playing on the floor, we put the kids to bed- they were exhausted and went to sleep quickly.

            Jenny and Ching Lee opened up the briefcases and I received an in the depth assessment of the ranch that had been bought. There was a lot more involved than the text explained.

            Marcy and Lorrie had been working on Indian Point Ranch ideas for a while. Jenny and Ching Lee had stacks of photos for me to look at and evaluate. There were photos of the ranch and everything associated with it, including buildings, bunkhouses, grain and storage.

            I was not even half way through the pictures when I had objections. The hay and straw barn were one huge long building that held the complete winter supply of hay and straw. A wayward cigarette or a lightning strike and a wind and the winter’s food for all the cattle and bison would be gone.

I suggested that several separate pole barn type buildings be built with doors – to lose a little of it versus all was a lot of difference. It took another hour to look at all the pictures. They had dozens of different pictures for reproduction wagons of the era. There were dozens of pictures and pamphlets from those who still made horse drawn period wagons.

I figured there be some to supply the many Amish communities in the nation. Together we went through and picked out several styles we thought would work.

One of the ones I liked was called a sheep herders wagon. It was longer and wider above the wheels than all the others. I thought they would be great for sleeping two of us and long enough that our kids could sleep there as well. The downside was it would take two teams of horses to pull them.

I asked Jenny to check in with Cowboy to see if one team of Morgan horses or Clydesdales could pull that kind of wagon. The more I thought about it and the ideas the girls were floating for the project, a team of normal work horses could pull the wagon.

We weren’t loading months of supplies on them, just sleeping in them and carrying several weeks of clothes, although there may be a solution to the clothes issue.

There would have to be some modern things carried along, one being some way to keep food cold for the cooks. Heaven forbid there was food poisoning on this journey!

The same with a shower restroom trailer – heaven forbid the media printed a word that we were using latrines – surely, they would be taking pictures. My thought was they could be on the same style axles as the horse drawn, only heavy duty. All the manufactures had roller bearing axles as options to carry heavy weight.

A water wagon could also be acquired in the deal. There were pictures of them in the pamphlets; a stainless-steel tank could be substituted for the iron one. It could be driven away from the nights campsite and replenished from a water truck after dark. Same with the food wagon.

The girls had three pages of ideas and questions to ask and research when they went home. I wondered if enough work horses could be located and trained in time. Then there were harnesses and everything that went into a wagon train, that looked like we would end up with. I had ideas of my own to look into.

I did find out that Winchesters had already been ordered along with ammo for them, enough for everybody with plenty extra. There were lots of pieces to this puzzle to get in place.

James Clown – the manager of the guns and ammo department – was sure when he put the Winchesters on the rack there would be a lot of hunters and collectors that wanted to add one to their collection.

All the pistols that we had taken in as we changed over to the corporate standard Glock 40 caliber had been sold. The former Blackwater employees who wanted to purchase their former sidearms had done so.

 Some were still in the vault, waiting for the owners to retrieve them when they returned from their foreign assignment or their training cycle.

            Jenny, Ching Lee and I were up early; we allowed the kids to sleep a little longer. Lisa had sent their lesson plans for the next couple days. Jenny was going to play school teacher for those days. I was sure the lessons were going to be completed because Jenny did not want the wrath of Lisa for them not being done.

            I went to the Oval Office to see stacks of newspapers and dozens of notes on my desk. My staff had highlighted news articles that they thought I needed to at least glance at.

            There was plenty to look at; they were filled with articles about the news conference with plenty of opinions about the student testing the Department of Education had ordered.

The teachers’ unions were livid and had filed for injunctions and were in the process of filing lawsuits to stop it. They felt it was to evaluate teachers on a national grade level and not on a local or state level. They also were mad that they had not been allowed to develop the testing or have any input.

I read all the notes and attached some of my own so that Connie could put them in play. Harry wanted to know if I was going to make an appearance at the press briefing to take questions today.

‘’I have no time on the schedule to speak to the press today,’’ I had Connie send.

I was done with the critical notes when Jenny came in, ‘’We have issues at JBG. There are three different groups of protesters. One group is at Summers Road blocking the road and the entrance to the office. They are from the No Fossil Fuel group. The Secret Service, the group there for training and the trainers are taking care of that one,’’ Jenny said.

I was willing to bet the trainers were taking care of the problem and the Secret Service staying out of the way to avoid all the negative publicity and lawsuits that would come later. If they started towards the house, then the Secret Service would be actively involved.

Robert’s team had been following the groups for several months. They started organizing on all the popular environmental blogs, asking for volunteers and ideas on how to proceed and get the best media for their cause. After that, Robert’s group started following them closely.

Anticipating what their tactics were going to be, Andy had several training sessions on how security was going to counter their plans.

One thing was to try to stop them early as possible before they could apply super glue to their hands – and the new tactic was to apply it to their feet. That way they were stuck by all four limbs, making it extremely difficult and time consuming for them to be removed.

Another thing that Andy had ordered was that the people with them making phone videos were to be taken down immediately and the phones accidentally destroyed, depriving them of the media glow.

Normally these groups would sit in the road shoulder to shoulder, holding their protest signs while blocking the road. Drivers caught up in the traffic jam – after much frustration – would drag them to the shoulder and a few cars would make it through before they blocked the road again.

Andy’s solution was to put flex cuffs on their arms at the elbows pulling them tight and another at the wrist. This was a BDSM type hold and painful. Then there would be large tie straps placed on the thighs midway between the knees and the groin and again pulled tight.

Another set of flex cuffs were placed at the knees and another at the ankles. All of these would become painful after fifteen minutes or so. The victim could be carried off the side of the road and was not crawling back; they were totally immobilized.

Andy also had one of the truck shop road service trucks in the back lot. The service trucks had an air compressor on them and the full scope of tools on them. Between the Morton Field, the truck dealer ship, and the truck stop, Lorrie had a dozen road service trucks.

This included several that had once belonged to some of the utilities that we leased equipment to. The truck stop had four that were assigned to the tire shop.

If the demonstrators succeeded in gluing body parts to the blacktop before being stopped, the service truck with an air chisel could chisel the black top and free them in just a few seconds.

The hammer style air chisel would be so loud it would drown out their screams. It might take several days for the blacktop stuck to their hands to finally wear off – another learning experience for them – I thought when Andy was explaining the process to me. Andy was prepared.

‘’The second two are at Morton, one group is blocking the road and the other tried to scale the fence. They had fire extinguishers filled with paint. Another part of that group had quart sized bottles of super glue. They were going to glue themselves to the runways,’’ Jenny said.

None of them made it to the plane parking tarmac or the runways. Between our security, the Marine detachment, the Air Force guys and Secret Service protecting the Marine helicopters that were parked in a side hangar in case I needed to go somewhere in a hurry, the protesters were outnumbered. They were spares but received the full maintenance package.

‘’There is another group at the truck stop. First, they tried to block the entrance with cars – that didn’t go over so well. Then they tried blocking the entrance by lying down on the roadway. They soon found out truck drivers were having none of that! I’m waiting on a call back from Andy for an update,’’ Jenny said.

I knew Andy had several plans and had all three places covered. The thing now was to wait for the media blast.

It reminded me of the song ‘Don’t try this in a small town,’ I thought.

I went back to the planning that was taking place for my next trip that would not be publicly announced until I had landed. We were going to the Cay for a week and then I was going back to Merry Olde England. Then it was on to Helsinki for a conference and then on to Moscow in two weeks.

 At first, I was not going but the Secret Service wanted to start the upgrades to the house. This was a three-week venture. Andy and Bobs Construction monitored all the construction to make sure they were playing no games.

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