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Susie Developed Early.
Susie Wilson didn’t wait to come of age, she slipped out on Saturday nights to go to the drive-in movies. Being only ten years old was cramping my style, high school boys were more interesting. Being the Bank President’s daughter, I had learned how to be sneaky and do things my own way. I knew my Dad George was having an affair with Yvonne Allen, a married woman with a military husband.
Blackmail isn’t really BAD.
This very young girl borrowed my Dad’s backdoor key to the bank, before going down to Young’s and telling the guy in the hardware area, George needed a spare key. You must have a good story to get a copy cut for the Bank’s back door, it’s a special security lock. Susie already knew Young’s could make the key, the original I slipped back with my Dad’s keys without him knowing.
The very next Saturday night, little Susie slipped into the Bank through the backdoor and watched through the glass side-light to my Dad’s office. George and Yvonne were having a lot of fun on the leather sofa. That ended when they saw me…
“Susie, what are you doing here?” my Dad demanded, “How did you get in?”
“Date ended just after midnight, so the boys let me out here at the bank, and I have my own key. Thought I might drop by and see what you two are up to.” Susie answered.
Shelby and I started having our parties every Friday night, sometimes still up strong when daylight arrived. Neither of us had one relationship develop into anything long-term.
During the week, we spent much of our time up at The Hill riding our horses, swimming, and playing golf. Shelby couldn’t beat me and I couldn’t beat her. Our games of 18 holes ended in a tie, over time, we did get our scores down to the low fifties by the time Shelby turned 12. Not bad for this being a fully sanctioned PGA course, good thing neither of us were planning to play professionally.
Both of us girls were A-string cheerleaders, making us very popular with the boys. Several male teachers wanted to develop friendships, even though they are already married. NO WARNING: Shelby turned 16 and announced she was ending the Friday night parties immediately.
I do not like parking on country roads or making out in a car parked next to the town square. The drive-in up at Simple City closed by mid-October, so DAMN THE LUCK! All the rest of us cheerleaders let Miss High and Mighty know how we felt.
The high school athletes were informed that if they asked Shelby out, there would be no other dates with anyone else. EVER! These boys knew this was NOT a joke. Our problem we needed to deal with was simple, Shelby is the only girl in town with a 12-person hot tub-spa. I couldn’t even go back to The Hill to use their pool or ride that horse Milton who I’d grown up with.
Major Dry Spell Coming:
When I did not have a date for New Year’s Eve, I knew I had problems, Susie Wilson was doing better with boys at age 11 and 12 than at 17? That’s crazy, I’m most men’s dream of the perfect woman, though I’m only 5 foot tall, but with the perfectly proportioned body and great tan. What’s wrong with me?
On Friday April 15, 1988 I met Marcos Delphene. Naked, taking an outdoor shower, I was dripping wet from head down to my beautiful toes. Shelby and I heard these voices behind us discussing how cute we looked from the back-side. I was needing a man for this Friday night, I took the perfect opportunity to dry myself off on his dress-up business clothes. NO complaints from either this gorgeous man or me, though I found out later he’s a lot older than I first thought. We do and from our first meeting, enjoy all of our marvelous time together, every delicious minute.
Travel to Unique Places:
I got a gift on our first date, my cute, black 1989 Mercedes 560 SL tickled my fancy. Hey, Susie Wilson is cute and sexier than a Playboy magazine centerfold. I’m the real thing and by the end of this weekend, Marcos Delphene would want me to have and hold forever, or at least many repeat dates. My sweet lover-boy took me to Machu Picchu in the Highlands of southern Peru the next morning and got me back to the Grand Ole Opry that same night.
Read Our Story: “The Dreams of Shelby Gore” at Amazon
When I was just a little tyke:
I was maybe a month over a year old, I met Susie Wilson who had passed her second birthday. Her family only lived two doors west, and our families went to the same church, so our mothers would get together and let us play. I liked her because she wasn’t dumb like most kids our ages. We could talk about older people’s stuff and check out things on my computer.
My Mom would take us both to The Hill so we could swim in the big pool, playing together we had lots of fun. We both failed to notice there were no other kids using the playground with it’s swings, teter-toters, sliding boards, and other climbing equipment. Everything had been built just for two little girls to make use of.
As the Years past:
Susie and I were allowed to ride the horses, then on my seventh birthday I received my own horse, Melon. Susie always rode a horse named Milton, he and Melon were instant friends. After school and on weekends we would ride down to the small lake at the end of the trail down through the woods. A small spring fed stream from a near-by cave kept the water at a constant level.
Being an adventuresome pair:
We’d make our way up to the cave and play with three fat and cranky old snakes. Our parents would have slipped a cog if they had known, Claude and Claredean were cottonmouths, and Fred was a copperhead. Some days we’d set for hours talking with these unusual friends with telepathic abilities.
Two or three times a week, our horses would jump over their pasture fence and go down to the cave to visit the snakes. The stable girl Callie had followed the horses one day and decided everything was okay, since she also knew the three snakes and could also talk to the horses.
Not Everything is Perfect!
Here at The Hill where I’m living, the pool has to be replastered, fences have to be replaced, horses have to be fed and exercised. There are hundreds working in the offices, off-duty workers are sleeping, eating or enjoying the many amenities. PGA certified golf course, tennis courts, gym, running track, horseback riding, and the small lake down in the woods. This is a complete community with auto-service, dining hall, and the underground barracks where the workers live.
After I turned nine, I got this craving to get acquainted with older boys, even had my navel pierced. Being only in the third grade I needed help… Two houses up the street was where the Bank President lived, their daughter was only ten, but she was in the sixth grade. Eighth grade boys, even high school boys were asking her for a date. Susie Wilson is cute with a good tan and filled out to look much older than her age. We had both discovered if we worked out with weights, it made us grow more solid and womanly looking.
In Cedarville, Missouri where does anyone go on a date? Eat Pizza and find a place to park, cops catch you tell your folks and the boy is grounded. She and I worked out a solution, in our backyard was a twelve-person spa-hot tub with heat. Actually it is in a screened-in porch with clear curtains we could let down in bad or cold weather. Our Friday Night Crazy parties were a smash hit after only one week and two boys we invited over. The parties kept going until I turned sixteen last September 28th.
When I turned twelve, the very next day I got my nipples pierced. To show her support my Mom went to the same place and got her’s done, though the pain did make her shed quite a few tears. My Dad said that if there were any problems with my Mom’s nipples, I would be sleeping with the bugs in the backyard.
Thinking back to when I was twelve, my favorite method of travel was my skateboard. Most days my Mom would drive the two of us up to The Hill so I could ride my horse Melon and Mom and I’d go swimming.
There were these twelve hoodlums from Mtn. High that made monthly visits over here to Cedarville, extorting money from old folks. They made one LAST TRIP…
Spring of my Sophomore year in High School, I’d lost every last friend I ever had in school. About two blocks south of the school, four scum-bags tried to grab me. That’s when my Life CHANGED!
Shelby is a spoiled rotten BRAT according to many of her teachers who are jealous of her abilities and good looks. For the last several years, there have been rumors flying like wild fire around this south Missouri town. Why is she allowed to spend much of her time at The Hill complex up past where the old school used to be located? Marcella Gore and her daughter look so much alike, some people mistake them for sisters, rumors have it they both have pierced nipples with diamond shields and bars.
Gus Gore is just a third shift supervisor at the local steel plant, this family lives awfully well for him having such an average position. The mother always gets a new car every two years and Gus gets a new 4×4 pickup every year. Many of the girls at school do not like the way Shelby dresses, she gets too much of the boys attention and that of the male teachers.
There have been several times since she turned 12 that she’s had to go home to change clothes. Five inch high heels, backless dresses that show too much. Even coming to school wearing a white bikini for cheerleader practice and removing her top.
Now, since what has happened lately, there are new questions about her jewelry and can it be real?
While walking home alone from the local high school, 16 year old Sophomore Shelby Gore was dreaming about how great life could be, only if…
Without warning, an old car jumped the curb, stopping right in front of her, the doors flew open and two men jumped out. What the Hell? Why are they trying to grab me? Oh well, that’s their problem and they just picked on the wrong girl.
In 1988, most everyone has heard of the Medellin Colombia Drug Cartels, the notorious Pablo Escobar is all over the news, earning hundreds of Millions of US dollars selling cocaine to US Crime Bosses. Hugo Ortega owned a mountain top compound west of Medellin, semis, jet planes and his own private army. He had big plans and asked Escobar, the Snow Queen and even Castro of Cuba to help him take control of the Colombian Government.
PSL Holdings LTD based in Bogota owns much of Latin America’s industry, this company dates back before there were history books. One-man William Johnson is said to have been the CEO since the beginning, so he’s got to be old, it’s also said his father is still active in this company. These stories are a little farfetched, especially to those who have met Johnson, a man maybe in his early to mid-thirties. With so many people in Latin America involved in Santeria, there are a lot of myths. Ortega has learned about a sixteen-year-old high school girl in the US that is rumored to be Johnson’s girlfriend, kidnap her and he could take control of everything. Four of his meanest enforcers head north to Missouri on April 14…
Something happened, Ortega’s entire compound is now missing from top of his mountain, only a few scorched rocks remain. The road up the mountain is gone, nothing looks like anything was ever here. Down in the nightclub district of Medellin, witnesses all tell a story of a bright light and no sound.
Within a few days, Midwest Crime Boss Leo Smith, can’t contact Ortega to get a new shipment of cocaine brought into Tulsa. The recording says there is no such number. Smith’s #2 man and advisor for the last 50 years came home with two broken legs, without getting a simple job done. He now has a list of Springfield area businesses supposedly bought by two teenage girls in south Missouri. Stay away from these businesses, no more extortion payments will be paid, or else. Who would be stupid enough to threaten the Smith Brothers Outlaw Biker Gang? Those people are going to learn to just pay their dues, which are now going up 10% higher, or someone is going to die.
4th of July weekend, Most bikers already know Arlin Jones, who supposedly has just quit being a Crime Boss and is going legit. Where we going to get our drugs if he’s really QUIT? There are lots of questions floating around that need answers. These people in South Missouri are going to feed forty-thousand people for FREE. YEAH, Right! That much food even if it’s only baloney sandwiches and bottled water would cost a lot of money. Same size party at four locations, NO WAY! This we’ve got to see. Bikers by the thousands filled the highways, all heading to Cedarville, Missouri and now four other sites.
Who the hell is Shelby Gore and how does she stay alive to face another day?
It has Been 2 1/2 Months
That does NOT seem like a lot of time, but for this Teenage young lady, to start off she has been given too much lee-way while growing up to do as she pleases. Teachers have been ready to pull their hair out over some of the thing she has been guilty of, with a 4.0 GPA most believe the stories are just that STORIES!
Since June 1988, Shelby has taken control of major segments of the entire business world with her not waiting for others to do what she can do on her own.
The Colombian Drug Cartels all know and believe the stories being told that far down SOUTH, since Hugo Ortega’s compound vanished off his mountain top. Nothing is left except a few scorched rocks, even the road is gone. Ortega made a fatal mistake and did not live to regret his miscalculation. There is one good reason PSL Holdings LTD, Bogota, Colombia SA has been in business for however long they have been in business. Old Man Carter has a reputation for his word being LAW. His son is the CEO since the first day they opened for business, and they have made a steady profit. Colombia is only one of the countries where they own business interests, others are South Africa, Russia, China, USA, Mexico, Canada, and the rest of the South American countries. PSL stands for Pleiadian Santeria Logistical Holdings, with mining interests worldwide for over fifteen thousand years that can be proven.
They have many investors, but the two largest are Carter/Johnson Investments and the S.L.Q. Trust. The latter is managed by Colonel Ted Sanders and his two wives, Colonel Jessica Sanders (the blonde) and Colonel Jodie Meyer (a coffee skinned beauty).
There have been stories circulating about, a sixteen year-old high school student owning a new Caddy convertible. Her parents have moved into a new home with her Dad taking Willie’s former job as General Manager of Cedarville Steel. A sophomore girl was the featured speaker at the High School graduation, she was there on stage with Willie Johnson, making a major announcement. Behind the scenes organized crime has been loosing ground with each run-in with two teenagers girls.
Over the years, she’d knocked a ball around The Hill’s golf course a few hundred times or maybe its thousands of times with her friend Susie, destroyed a sand-trap and couldn’t break 80, unless you believe she consistently breaks 50 since she turned twelve. Now, like several of her friends, she’s barred from ever playing golf professionally, with consistent scores below 20 for 18 holes on a PGA sanctioned course. She has a good personal trainer, just one of her reasons for wanting Willie Johnson to be her closest friend.
Oh, he’d noticed this small town girl, actually, he’d been waiting for her to grow up so he could make his feelings toward her known to the world, NOT just his closest friends. Actually, Willie and his father had made a deal with her birth parents some time before she was born.
Back in 1975, when she was only 4 years old.
Tommy Walters had been a Crime Boss in Springfield: murder, renting teenage girls, drugs for school age kids, ALL with the help of his wife Carol. That ended in late May of 1972, when a cute blonde teenager decided to make a run. NOW, Convicted of three counts of First Degree Murder and bombing his former business partner’s plane. Sitting up in the Missouri State Prison at Jefferson City made his life very miserable, maybe he could escape.
Waiting on Death Row, was rather boring so he studied up on Black Magic. After awhile he could leave his cell in the middle of the night, going back to Springfield to do evil. He had always had the burning desire to get even with the young bitch that put him on Death Row.
Marcella Prine had married and moved with her husband to Cedarville, they have a young child and live in a nice home. If Walters could travel at night, why couldn’t he go in the daytime? After several attempts, he decided it was time. A bright sunny morning in April, he found her playing in the yard with the kid; beat the crap out of this no good, rotten young whore, rape her and tear her hair out, make her suffer. Kill the kid as she could do nothing but watch. This would be fun, so he grabbed the young woman and dragged her by her hair toward the backyard.
The little blonde haired brat came running and yelling: “Don’t Hurt My Mommy!” he’d just knock her flat. His hand didn’t make contact, the impossible happened, the kid grabbed hold of his arm and was now firmly planted on Tommy’s shoulders. He had to let go of the mother so he could use both hands to kill this pesky brat. Why don’t she just sit still?
Walters was not ready for the pain, as the little girl had quickly grabbed his chin and the top of his head; everything was going black, he couldn’t feel his head. The pain was the worst he’d ever felt.
The little girl now dripping with the man’s blood, she jumped down from his shoulders and waited for the rest of his body to fall landing in a sitting position. His hands were outstretched as if still trying to get hold of the girl: “Hey Mister, Did that Hurt?” she sassed as she was placing his severed head covered with his own life’s blood in his outstretched hands.
In the meantime, the security detail parked one door west of the Gore home realized something was wrong and came running with guns out.
They had already received their orders; clean up the mess and make it look as nothing ever happened. Walters body was magically returned as his spell wore off to his cell and the State of Missouri would save a lot of money.
When Walters’ attention turned to the little girl, the mother had made a call to The Hill, the Sanders wives already knew something was wrong and were heading down the hill toward town and the Gore home when they received her call. “Is little Shelby safe? The Security people know what to do in this situation, just take her to the basement, strip her and yourself bare. Throw everything in the incinerator, and both of you get in the shower. Do a thorough job of cleaning both of you. You will need to use the Mercedes sedan we’re bringing. We want your car checked out completely, you use the car we are bringing and head to Ava to spend the rest of the day playing in the public park where she likes to go like nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
The little girl played on the swings, the sliding board and with other small children who were also at this playground. About five p.m. Marcella and little Shelby headed home, but went to The Hill to meet with Gus and their friends.
Crime Boss Leo Smith in Tulsa had learned the high cost of not doing what he was ordered thirty-eight years earlier. He had supplied the books that Walters used to learn hoe to use spells.
Shelby likes to tell the stories she’s been told about her friends.
Once upon a Time (15,300 BC)
There were four teenage girls, living a happy life on their home world of Erra, in the Pleiades Star System, under the light of their ten suns. This is in an area in space, we know today as Orion’s Belt; their names were Dasha, Masha, Sasha and Tasha, of which Dasha was nearly one year older than her three friends.
The University of the Pleiades, was quite proud of their ability to turn teenagers into able adults who could take their place in society and achieve much. Dasha was a business major, Masha was studying phycology, Sasha and Tasha were very bright students in the field of engineering.
Everyone had heard the stories of this woman’s great courage in the Universal War, that many years later got her chosen to be the Superior of the Andromeda Galaxy. She was here to choose an escort for the Prince William, who would shortly be coming to this planet of Erra for a State Visit.
Prince William is her son, with Michael the Archangel, who had been soul companions for over 999 million years.
She asked Dasha if she would be willing to go for a walk with her out on the University grounds. “Young lady, you’ve been highly recommended for this honor, but do not let him run over you, let yourself be heard. His basic education is now complete, he has just had his one thousandth birthday. If you find this is NOT a situation that you want to continue, tell him and he’ll bring you back here. You can remain friends and maybe spend some time together later. So, are you willing to give this a try?”
Dasha was overwhelmed that someone of this stature would choose her: “Yes your Highness, I am most honored, but will I be able to come back and visit with my friends?” her friends were part of each other’s lives since early childhood.
The woman in the beautiful dark-blue gown was quite gracious, “Dasha, you will still be your own person, able to make your own thoughts and desires known. The prince needs a friend with whom he can bounce ideas and get worthy feedback. I’m NOT asking you to be his slave by any means, I would like to see the two of you become the closest of friends. He’ll be able to read your mind, just as you and your friends do now.”
Soon thereafter, maybe a week or so had passed, Dasha was having her evening meal with her three friends. A handsome young gentleman appeared in their presence. He introduced himself: “Ladies, I am William from the planet Ex-Es, my mother sent me a message that when I arrived here, I should seek out a beautiful young woman by the name of Dasha.” he smiled at the girl dressed in a common yellow top and denim shorts.
Dasha wished she had a place to hide, this was NOT the meeting she’d so carefully planned in her young mind. Tasha spoke right up: “That’s her there on the end; sit down and let us get you something to eat.” she could see her friend was quite uncomfortable.
Willie was already standing next to Dasha, “May I take this seat? You are even more exquisite than Mother said in her message.” seating himself on the bench next to this very interesting young woman.
Dasha was not ready for this moment, she’d hoped to be wearing her finest gown with her hair done in a special fashionable style, but: “Your Highness, I’m sorry for the way I’m dressed, I can clean-up pretty good, if you will give me another chance?” she hoped she had not completely blown her future out of the water.
This guy was getting relaxed as a smile spread across her cute oriental face: “You’ve already had dinner, so how about we take a walk down to the woods, so we can talk?” really wishing her three friends could be with them.
“How about we have Masha, Sasha and Tasha to join us? I’d love to get some pictures of you and your friends all.” Willie knew she was reading his mind like an open book. “Maybe we can all take a trip together, I do have my own T-528 and some smaller craft too. So room is not a problem.
Dasha was already nervous about leaving her friends here at the University, maybe the Head Overseer would be willing to let all four girls take this assignment together? When Willie stood to his feet, he was tall, really tall, a whole foot and a half taller than any of these four five foot tall cuties. Dasha stood up from the table and hugged this man, guessed she would have to get used to kissing the buttons on his shirt.
Outside, the four friends were communicating back and forth by their thoughts, Willie was taking random pictures with his very small camera. Each of the girls were intrigued with how simple it was to use and this man was so friendly, not the usual stuffed shirt that most official people usually are. The four girls had all reached the same idea. BUT, how should they approach this very important man with their girlish enthusiasm?
After a while of casual talk and each of the girls having given their new friend several huggs, they had ended up down by a beautiful stream, birds singing and a slight breeze. They were all seated on large smooth stones, dangling their bare feet in the cool water. Dasha was sitting on Willie’s lap with her head resting on his strong shoulder…
“Girls, or maybe I should say ladies, Dasha made an agreement with my Mother to be my escort around this planet. As I understand all four of you have grown close since childhood, none of you have any other family. You have reached the limits of what this University can teach you, so you will each be seeking careers, but you’d like to stay together as a family unit. How about the four of you joining with me and we work on many projects as a team for the future of this entire Universe?” all four girls eyes opened wide.
Thus began the history of the four beautiful young women who have become known down through the ages as the GemStones.
This is NOT working,
I was very popular this time last year. NOW, not one boy has asked me out in the last 6 1/2 months, not even for New Years Eve.
My name is Shelby Gore, I go to church every Sunday and do not use any drugs, except I do love my coffee, I run 2 miles every afternoon after school. I workout in our basement gym every morning before I shower and head off to school. I’m a Sophomore at Cedarville High, where I’ve been the top performer on the track team for two years, with a 4.0 GPA both years, and captain of the A-String cheerleaders two years running. It don’t take a genius to see that I am not a wall-flower. Why am I having so much trouble?
WHY, just because I kissed the wrong guy? That was clear back last summer, well I did cancel my Friday Night Crazy parties end of last September. That made a lot of people MAD, but if I want to date a very special guy, I was told to make some real changes. OK so I’m just a Sophomore, but I’ve been dating Junior and Senior boys since before I turned twelve. Having to sit home on the night of the High School Prom that was a real bummer.
Every morning I get out of bed early to go work out in our basement gym; this body didn’t just happen, I’ve worked to look this good. After school, I go to The Hill, where I can use their running track for two miles. This is where my horse Melon is kept and we go riding nearly every day, swim, tennis and golf were more fun when my friend Susie was there to keep me company. Now she doesn’t even speak to me at church on Sunday.
I lived a different life than many I know: as a family we have not wasted any time watching TVs. Momma and I spend a lot of time talking over what is happening in our worlds. For entertainment, there were singing, dancing and music, we spend time at The Hill developing friendships with everyone we meet. I have used my computer researching many things from the age of one and ever since. I take education seriously.
The only friends that I can talk to are the old men who spend their days sitting on the park-benches down at the city square. Usually, I try to stop by on Saturday during the school year. I need a few good hugs besides my parents and the Sanders wives up at The Hill, the old guys are always willing to oblige.
Shelby Gore is a little bit SPECIAL by anyone’s Standards. She could talk before she turned one year old and already knew how to use a computer. By the age of ten, she was filled out like a girl much older.
Age four, she had to save her Momma from a man trying to kill her, dead men don’t get to try a second time. Shelby was growing up fast, her decisions were not always the best and most appropriate.
Shelby was twelve when she had to take action to help a group of older folks having their Social Security money taken each month. Police were scared to do anything, people need to eat, and ZERO money does not pay for groceries or anything else.
Shelby helped get a few free meals put together at the Senior Center and at a local church. Then she waited for the hoodlums to show up at the city park. Ten big bad boys went home in body bags, two more were killed in a police shoot-out north of town when they tried to escape.
Colonel Ted Sanders, Chairman of the Cedarville State Bank shot a video of this altercation.
The summer before she turned sixteen, Shelby was told to NOT to have any contact with Willie Johnson. Willie is the Plant Manager at Cedarville Steel where her Dad has worked as the Supervisor on the third shift for fifteen years. At the July 4th Company Picnic, she was picked to be on his volleyball team, their team won, and the women were all jumping up and down, hugging him so… Shelby jumped him and gave him a big kiss on the mouth, he pushed her back and said: “Not now, we can’t!”
The next week when Shelby was getting groceries, Willie’s friend Kare-Ann Young really cut loose in the office at her local store. Then the Sanders wives gave her a polite, but cautionary talk, plus Mom and Dad told her: “NO! The time is NOT right, you can get what you want, but you can’t rock the boat.” …she knew down deep inside, there was no other man she’d ever be happy with.
Shelby and her parents were more than just family, they are Best Friends. No one seems to know how old Willie Johnson is, stories being told down in Colombia SA, can’t be true. He looks to be in his early to mid-thirties and a good match for his friend Kare-Ann, but this teenager isn’t giving up her dream, she knows a secret told to her by her parents several years ago.
Shelby Gore used to play the piano at church, before the stories got started. When you have Goals, YOU have to have FUN and pursue your future at full speed. So this girl started wanting to date boys when she was nine. Her friend Susie, age ten was sneaking out to go to drive-in movies with high school boys.
These two girls survived, becoming not even friends until mid-April 1988, many people had heard of the Medellin Colombia Drug Cartels. The notorious Pablo Escobar was all over the news, earning hundreds of Millions of US dollars selling cocaine to US Crime Bosses. Hugo Ortega owned a mountain top compound west of Medellin, semis, jet planes and his own private army. He had big plans and asked Escobar, the Snow Queen and Castro of Cuba to help him take control of the Colombian Government.
PSL Holdings LTD based in Bogota owns much of Latin America’s industry, this company dates back before there were history books. One-man William Johnson is said to have been the CEO since the beginning, so he’s got to be old, it’s said his father is still active in this company. Ortega learns about a sixteen-year-old high school girl in the US that is rumored to be Johnson’s girlfriend, kidnap her and he could take control of everything. Four of his meanest enforcers headed north toward Missouri…