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25 A man was filling portable gas cans from a large storage tank behind the barn.The tank sat on a welded frame six feet above the ground. Gravity was all that was required to drain gasoline from the storage tank into the cans which were sitting in the back of a pickup truck, but it was a slow process. The man waited patiently as each can was topped off, ten in all.Then he took several elastic bungee cords and secured the cans en masse to the front of the truck bed to prevent them moving around during the trip.The pickup was a double cab Ford,perhaps two or three years old,white,and covered with dirt and mud from the dirt roads on the farm. Getting into the truck, the man started it up and pulled around the barn and drove to the front of the house. He got out and went into the house, only to reappear a few minutes later carrying two cloth duffel bags which he tossed onto the rear seat.As he was loading the bags,a second man came from the house. This man appeared to be slightly older than the first. He carried two rifles and a long western-style revolver in a holster. All the weapons were carefully placed under the rear seat. “Did you get all the gas cans filled?” the older man asked. “Yep. They’re all full and secured. We’re ready to go,” was the answer. The younger of the two wore a full beard that was beginning to turn gray. Both men were dressed in ranch work clothes—jeans, work shirts, boots, and western hats. “Well,”the older man said,“we’ve got four hundred miles to cover. Let’s get to bed early tonight and leave before daylight in the morning.” “Sounds like a plan to me,” the younger man said, and the two of them walked back into the white frame farmhouse. Chapter 6 4:00 PM, Wednesday, October 6, 2004,Texas Panhandle ...

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