They arrived at the Farm at the beginning of winter one year, a middle-aged couple going through a tough time in their lives. Randy had just gotten over a bout with cancer, a two-year ordeal that left him a hundred pounds lighter and the both of them in financial ruin. They had spent most of the past year living in a small camping trailer parked at a friend’s place, on the verge of homelessness.
One of Susan’s friends had seen a crazy story on the Potatobook online about an old family farm north of Sandpoint that rented out rooms to anyone, no questions asked. It was cheap, really cheap, and it was way out in the country, and there were cows and horses. Susan checked it out and talked it over with Randy.
As was the case with many of the tenants who drifted in and out of the Mooney Family Farm over the years, they were flat broke and in need of a big helping hand. They found this offered by George, who warmly welcomed them into his home with his usual handshake and pay when you can business terms.
Randy and Susan had met fifteen years earlier one night at the Sand Creek Tavern. Randy spotted the beautiful blonde who had walked in with her lookalike sister and asked her to dance. She said yes. She also said yes to breakfast the next day, and then a date that following weekend. Randy and Susan became an item.
He was one of the infamous Whites of Bonner County: well known in the local world of real estate, construction services, demolitions, honor beatings, bar fights, and domestic quarrels – and tiresomely renowned in the local judicial system. The family name was police code for Public Intoxication, and at any given time there was probably at least one White involved in a tangle with law enforcement and the county courthouse.
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