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Now, animals is one thing, but now it's peopleand I think we better be doin' somethin' about it." |
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Jake's oratory stirred some of the villagers into a few sporadic "yeahs." |
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"Earlier today I called over to the RCMP post at Waverly and asked them to send someone over. The officer sittin' up here at the table with us is Sergeant Kendall. He's here to act as liaison and offer us assistance. He's agreed to help us organize a sweep of the area to see if we can ferret out whoever or whatever is doin' this." With that, Madden stepped back and motioned for the sergeant to unveil his plan. |
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Constable Kendall was decidedly taller than he had appeared while sitting down. He was an easy six foot two or three and ramrod straight in his yellow striped pants and knee-high brown leather boots. Without comment he began to unfurl what proved to be a detailed map of the Chambers Bay area. With Harlan holding one end and Caleb the other, Kendall duly detailed the location of each of the four incidents. His voice was a tinge British and appropriately clipped. "This point is the Freeman Field auxiliary landing strip that Mr. Harrison leases from the provincial government for open range sheep grazing. I've put an X where Constable Madden reported the slaughter of the two sheep." |
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I glanced over at B.C., who was frantical- |
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