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hear what this guy had to say."
    Hawkman put the phone to his ear and listened. He frowned as he heard the message. Once the voice stopped, he unplugged the recorder, and placed the phone over it, then pushed the button so the message would repeat. After the recorder stopped, he played the communication.
    "Hello, pretty one. I love to watch you walking down the street swinging your butt. Gives me a hard on every time. I sure want to get between those shapely legs of yours.” Laura blushed as the words played. Then the guy laughed and dropped the connection.
    She reached up and put her hands on her ears. “I hate him and I don't even know who he is."
    Hawkman stared at the phone for a moment. “He's very crude. Definitely not a gentleman. It's strange he'd say such things if he really wanted to get close to you. It puzzles me."
    Laura nodded. “I don't understand it either. I never talk dirty or use foul language, so if he knows anything about me at all, he should recognize the fact I'll never be his girlfriend when he talks like that."
    "You think he might have you mixed up with someone else?"
    She shook her head. “No. He knows exactly who he's talking to, because he repeated my whole name and where I live."
    "He's called you Laura King before?"
    "Yes. In one of the first calls I received from him a month or so ago. He called me by name and described our house."
    "The outside or inside?"
    "Outside, along with our barn and my pet lamb, Wendy."
    "Sounds like he's been to your place."
    She looked at him wide eyed. “When?"
    "Did your dad ever make a list of his hired hands?"
    "I don't know. I'll ask him tonight."
    "Do you know Greg and Steve Wallace?"
    She turned her lip up, forming a scowl and wrinkled her nose. “Yes, everyone knows those two. They're wild and do horrible things. No one likes them."
    "Have you ever met with them in any way?"
    "No. I keep my distance from those two."
    "What about your neighbors?"
    "Which ones?"
    "The Higgins. There're boys in that family."
    "They're nice. They've always helped us out when we needed it, and Dad has always been a good neighbor to their family."
    "Tell me about them."
    "John and Margy have three sons, Jim, Jerry, and Joey. Jim and Jerry are the oldest."
    "How old?"
    "She squinted her eyes. “I think in their late twenties. They love the farm and have always stayed close to home. Joey just graduated from high school and plans on going to college next year. He doesn't care for the outdoor work like his brothers."
    "How do you know so much about these fellows?"
    "Gosh, we've been neighbors for as long as I can remember. When we were little, we used to play together. Their family is always part of the social gatherings, also Mom and Margy are real good friends, as are our dads."
    "What about the Rileys?"
    She shrugged. “I don't know much about them. They moved into the farm house about three years ago and are quite a bit younger than my folks. I think they have a couple of little kids, not sure, as they stay pretty much to themselves; but they seem like a real cordial family."
    "You better journey home before your mom gets worried. Thanks for stopping by with this call. Remember what I told you. The next time he contacts you and you manage to talk to him, egg him on."
    She shuddered. “It gives me the willies to think about, but I'll do it."
    Hawkman pointed a finger at her. “Don't you dare go to meet him without letting me know."
    "Don't worry. I wouldn't think of it."
    "You can erase that message if you like. I have my copy, and you might not want to leave that one on your phone."
    "Thanks, I don't want it on there. It makes me feel dirty. She immediately took her cell phone and punched a few buttons."
    After she left, Hawkman listened to the message again and furrowed his brow.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    Hawkman hankered to listen to the recording again, but didn't have time if he wanted to catch Roy Summers before the store closed. He packed up