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that would help out through the pregnancy."
The Bishop turned towards his wife. "Hey, Susan, could you please come here?"
"What do you need Hun?" she asked. "We're kind of busy moving these crates and giving them back the old ones."
"Would you pull Mr. Paine's wife to the side and speak with her. They're expecting. See if you and the other ladies can start working on maternity clothes and finding out anything she wants or needs."
"Oh, that's wonderful news!" Susan exclaimed. Jessica heard her and knew exactly what they were talking about. "Which wife?" she asked.
"We're not part of these polygamist groups ma'am. We're not religious at all," Mike quickly interjected, an annoyed tone in his voice. "It's Jessica who is pregnant."
"Yes, that's right," the Bishop said sarcastically. "They're all just neighbors."
Mike really wanted to hit him. "Well, as of yesterday, they all live with me now. That was just for convenience with winter around the corner."
"Look, Thomas, we don't judge how you guys live. And we don't care. A blind man can see that all three of those women love you. And your little boy over there is sure something to be proud of. Good kids don't happen by accident." The Bishop was more serious than Mike had ever heard him before. "We've got some other matters to discuss."
"Okay, shoot," Mike said.
"There's a lot going on," he began as they sat on Mike's tailgate. "Vegas is seeing a lot of fighting. Nevada ranchers traveled to the city to start fighting back after the BLM took over all the range cattle, with the well-known Hage and Bundy families leading the charge. Then the casinos shut down. Performers were refusing to work without real pay, and no one could use their value to gamble with so they lost their customers. It was rioting for the first week, but then they apparently started coordinating more structured attacks. From what I'm hearing, a lot of people have died and the feds are sending in troops."
"Wow," Mike said in amazement. "We've heard only of some 'disturbances' on the news."
"Oh there's more, Thomas," the Bishop continued. "There's a lot of people kicking up their own little news stations. Most of it's just local stuff. It's short lived reports since they're trying to avoid having their signals traced. But we've picked up some reports from all the way up in Richfield too, and some of what they're doing is relaying reports from Provo, Salt Lake, Grand Junction and even Denver."
"Yeah, we've heard a little bit of that, but not a lot. We've been pretty busy so we're just hoping to catch some of it when we're able to tune in. Harvesting and winter preparations have monopolized our time."
By this time Stacy, Jessica, Brad and Susan had all walked up, and the others had left with the food to deliver and livestock to process.
The Bishop went on, "Well, it seems most of the broadcasts happen at the top of the hour. They only last about ten minutes or so, and we never know what station they're going to be on. But maybe knowing that will help you guys be able to follow more of what's really happening."
Mike gave the Bishop a nod.
"Hey Mmm.... Thomas," Stacy spoke up, almost giving away Mike's real name. "What about that cool radio station thing you've got? You said you could send voice and computer stuff all over the world didn't you?"
He shot her a somewhat mean look. "Look, I don't know how involved in all this I want to be. Giving away food is fine, but that's it."
"You've got a radio station?" the Bishop asked, showing significant interest. "Well, before you reject the idea, I've got more to tell you. Word of you has gotten around. Now, don't be mad at me or anything over it, please. I swear I've never said a word outside of the crew that comes with me."
Mike was livid, and it was clear to anyone as his face went straight red and his breathing picked up. Stacy backed up, having never seen him angry like this, even when they'd first moved up to the
The Bishop turned towards his wife. "Hey, Susan, could you please come here?"
"What do you need Hun?" she asked. "We're kind of busy moving these crates and giving them back the old ones."
"Would you pull Mr. Paine's wife to the side and speak with her. They're expecting. See if you and the other ladies can start working on maternity clothes and finding out anything she wants or needs."
"Oh, that's wonderful news!" Susan exclaimed. Jessica heard her and knew exactly what they were talking about. "Which wife?" she asked.
"We're not part of these polygamist groups ma'am. We're not religious at all," Mike quickly interjected, an annoyed tone in his voice. "It's Jessica who is pregnant."
"Yes, that's right," the Bishop said sarcastically. "They're all just neighbors."
Mike really wanted to hit him. "Well, as of yesterday, they all live with me now. That was just for convenience with winter around the corner."
"Look, Thomas, we don't judge how you guys live. And we don't care. A blind man can see that all three of those women love you. And your little boy over there is sure something to be proud of. Good kids don't happen by accident." The Bishop was more serious than Mike had ever heard him before. "We've got some other matters to discuss."
"Okay, shoot," Mike said.
"There's a lot going on," he began as they sat on Mike's tailgate. "Vegas is seeing a lot of fighting. Nevada ranchers traveled to the city to start fighting back after the BLM took over all the range cattle, with the well-known Hage and Bundy families leading the charge. Then the casinos shut down. Performers were refusing to work without real pay, and no one could use their value to gamble with so they lost their customers. It was rioting for the first week, but then they apparently started coordinating more structured attacks. From what I'm hearing, a lot of people have died and the feds are sending in troops."
"Wow," Mike said in amazement. "We've heard only of some 'disturbances' on the news."
"Oh there's more, Thomas," the Bishop continued. "There's a lot of people kicking up their own little news stations. Most of it's just local stuff. It's short lived reports since they're trying to avoid having their signals traced. But we've picked up some reports from all the way up in Richfield too, and some of what they're doing is relaying reports from Provo, Salt Lake, Grand Junction and even Denver."
"Yeah, we've heard a little bit of that, but not a lot. We've been pretty busy so we're just hoping to catch some of it when we're able to tune in. Harvesting and winter preparations have monopolized our time."
By this time Stacy, Jessica, Brad and Susan had all walked up, and the others had left with the food to deliver and livestock to process.
The Bishop went on, "Well, it seems most of the broadcasts happen at the top of the hour. They only last about ten minutes or so, and we never know what station they're going to be on. But maybe knowing that will help you guys be able to follow more of what's really happening."
Mike gave the Bishop a nod.
"Hey Mmm.... Thomas," Stacy spoke up, almost giving away Mike's real name. "What about that cool radio station thing you've got? You said you could send voice and computer stuff all over the world didn't you?"
He shot her a somewhat mean look. "Look, I don't know how involved in all this I want to be. Giving away food is fine, but that's it."
"You've got a radio station?" the Bishop asked, showing significant interest. "Well, before you reject the idea, I've got more to tell you. Word of you has gotten around. Now, don't be mad at me or anything over it, please. I swear I've never said a word outside of the crew that comes with me."
Mike was livid, and it was clear to anyone as his face went straight red and his breathing picked up. Stacy backed up, having never seen him angry like this, even when they'd first moved up to the