Marcia Caldwell was a professional when it came to questioning a witness or victim of a Paranormal experiance. However to this time she had never tried to question a source of a happening.
As tea was served the three people looked out the picture window aside the dining room table. The gamboling mares dashing about for the attention of the stallion seemed to be overly excited. "Why do they dash about?" asked Miss Caldwell.
"Oh some are in season and the stallion is always in season, he plays a game of I'm tired which makes the mares go crazier!" replied Mrs. Ranskin.
"Now lets get to it! How long did you personally know Mr. Charles Robertson?" asked Miss Caldwell.
"Charles Who?" replied Mrs. Ranskin.
"The Insurance man who came out to the farm?" asked Miss Caldwell already showing some aggravation.
"I didn't know him till that morning, nice man too, very kind." replied Mrs. Ranskin as if she were simple of mind.
The Chief of Police leaned back in his chiar seeing that this was going to be a long day.
"Ely Kazan worked here!" said Miss Caldwell.
"Yes a nice boy too! Oh he was here I'd say eight months, then he packed up and was gone." said Mrs. Ranskin.
"Mr. Robertson, the man who had the stroke is now saying things like your husband changed him into a stallion and used him for breeding the mares? Is that true?" asked Marcia.
"My husband kept to himself quite a bite, never liked other people much! Ely was a nice boy and worked well about the farm. As to my husband changing boys to animals well, that's all fairy tales! Do you believe in Witches, Warlocks, and things that go bump in the night?" asked Mrs. Ranskin looking at Marcia in a cold stare.
"I agree this is a waste of the public's time and money! We are leaving and if Miss Caldwell wants to question someone about stallion life she can talk to the nut in Cooper Hospital! Now lets go!" ordered the Policeman.
Marcia Caldwell packed up her papers and after the Chief had walked out to the car she turned to Mrs. Ranskin, "I'll be back you can count on it!"
"Oh come anytime dear, if I can't answer your questions then maybe I could find a place for you here at the farm." ranted Mrs. Ranskin back.
The police car left and Mrs. Ranskin knew for a fact the girl would be back and she must have a plan. Cleaning up the dishes she watched a happy Chuck giving in to the mares lust, and his.
Once back in town the Chief dropped Marcia off at her Motel and told her, "Don't go out and bother the old lady she's not a problem!"
Marcia took her briefcase and recorder as she slammed the police car door. "We'll see about the old lady tonight!" Marcia grumbled to herself. After a while she went down to the Wall-Mart store and purchased some black jeans, tennies, black sweat shirt with a hood. As she left the Motel late in the afternoon the manager saw her leave dressed in black.
Out of town she drove and soon onto Old Pony Road. Her plan to sneak up the rear of Mrs. Ranskin's farm meant she'd need to park on the saw mill road. The road was more of a two tire trail and had not been used all that often since the mill closed ten years ago.
Rolling to a stop she got her tape recorder and climbing the fence ripped her jeans on the barbed wire. Standing she rubbed her butt till the pain calmed and then to her anger she saw blood on her hand. Taking a tissue she poked it down the pants and made a bandage for her injury.
The pasture had not been used for grazing in some time and the grass and weeds were quite high. Marcia wasn't fifty yards from the fence when she heard voices laughing behind her. Turning and expecting the farm owner and some tough guy she saw instead three boys jumpstart her car and drive off down the saw mill road.
"OH damn it!" now her rental car was stolen and she was afoot' and alone in a dangerous place.