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Behind The Curve

The Farm Book 3

Boyd L Craven III

Copyright © 2021 Boyd Craven III

Behind The Curve, The Farm Book 3

By Boyd Craven III

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Contents

Prologue -

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

About the Author

Prologue -

Finding themselves targeted by USDA and Homeland agents, the group initially refused to respond. Then the community came together to protect the farm, the group and themselves. The tarring and feathering of agents was bad enough, but Agent Kendricks’ personal vendetta would only end in death.

Once again, the farm found itself in the middle of a controversy that would make the headlines, despite trying to lay low. They’d caught the attention of the new District Six Administrator, and various federal agencies. Rob secretly hoped Angelica’s assault on Agent Kendricks wouldn’t come back to bite them in the ass, but she’s a force of nature; almost unstoppable. Even for the big man who married her.

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“This is going to get infected,” the doctor said. It was a mess, even after Kendricks had taken a thorough shower.

“Fucking bitch,” Kendricks muttered as the doctor cleaned out the abrasions on his face and lips.

“What did they use?” the doctor asked him. He had already taped his ribs tightly, and given him something for the pain.

“I heard one guy there say it was used motor oil, grease, kerosene and rancid pig lard.” Jake’s voice was slurred from the pain medication.

“The pig lard and the used motor oil would be enough to do it,” the doctor said. “You’re going on a round of antibiotics, and you’ll be off active duty so I can monitor your condition.”

“I can’t go off active duty, that farm has—”

“Sorry, you’re in no condition to work. Your ribs are enough for me to bench you for six to eight weeks.”

“I’m not getting benched, Doc.”

“All I’m asking, is for seven days. If you leave against medical recommendation, your fitness for duty report will not look kindly. I’m willing to let you go a lot earlier on your ribs, as long as you take a less… active role. I’m not trying to jam you up, Jake.”

“I… oh I hate those bitches at that fucking farm,” Jake hissed through clenched teeth.

“You’ll just have to see how this plays out,” Doc told him. “Otherwise, you might interfere with our plan.”

Jake hesitated, then nodded. “When they take them all out, I want to be there.”

The doctor nodded at Jake. “Lay back on the bed. The morphine should be kicking in, and it’s easier to clean the cuts on your face out when you’re holding still.”

“Thanks Doc. Sorry I was snappy.”

“With the humiliation you endured, I don’t blame you for being a bit salty,” he replied.

Jake laid back on the bed in the stripped-out RV. They had been using it as an ad-hoc medical center. Doc was an actual doctor, but he’d been working with the alphabet agencies for a long, long time. When Jake started snoring softly, he quit cleaning the wounds on his face. Taking one more quick look at Jake’s chart, he checked an eyelid to make sure the drugs had in fact worked. They had; Kendricks was out cold.

Doc Khamenei pulled out a syringe from his lab coat. It didn’t have a needle on the end, but it was full of a solution. He didn’t mind if there was any cross contamination because it only needed to be used once. Doc squirted half of the syringe into Kendricks open mouth. Kendricks reflexively swallowed the saline solution. Then he dumped the rest of the syringe into the sink, pulling the plunger out. Doc rinsed both pieces before putting it back together again, and then disposed of it in the sharps container.

The last thing he did was shut off the monitors that Jake Kendricks was hooked up to. He’d gotten his orders. Jake Kendricks had a severe shellfish allergy, and anaphylactic shock set in almost immediately after swallowing the saline solution that Doc had mixed. The morphine, in addition to the allergic reaction, made it a simple way to eliminate an embarrassment and potential snag in their plans.

“Strangers in the night, exchanging glances…” Doc Khamenei sang softly to himself, while he watched Kendricks struggle to breathe as his throat closed up.

“Sgt. Daniels,” Curt said at the following market. “How are things?”

Curt hadn’t been doing a lot of the public things, having been bird dogging Andrea for months. Now that Andrea was insisting on being a part of the security at the market, he was as well.

“Things could be better,” he said, “but so far, none of us got fired.”

“You weren’t even on duty,” he reminded him.

“Once a cop…” He shrugged, letting the words hang.

“I know, I know. Are you here to visit, or shop?” Curt asked him.

“A little of both, and I have a question to ask…”

“Sure thing come on over to our stall,” he said, motioning to the Kawasaki that was loaded up with eggs. Angelica was doing the selling.

The whole group was there, and kitted out for war. Many of the customers and vendors had been as well. It was a show of force that had been unplanned, but would be very chilling to those who didn’t know what had just happened. Also, when word had got out that the state police and sheriff’s office had helped tar and feather the federal agents, the community had responded by submitting hundreds of membership application requests. Kerry was harried, but LeBaron and Goldie all ended up by the table in front to help.