Michael Malone - Weebly

egan. Construction workers praised the union and the
union praised the Democrats and Ransom invested the
money and Hawk Haig purchased his acres and, except
that the Historical Society had neon nightmares about
Tastee-Freez and motels with names like Bide-a-Wee,
everyone was content.
But things had gotten complicated. Soon after his
negotiations with the state, Ransom received a
disturbing visit from a disturbed representative of a
federal agency. It seemed to this Mr. Palter that Mr.
Ransom hadn't caught the signal right when he'd leased
the federal government that land. It seemed there were
too many players on the field, and the coach thought the
team ought to huddle and come up with a better game
plan. In the end, it seemed that the nation thought it
counterproductive for the state to be plowing up earth
even within a fifty-acre radius of (leased) federal
property. Mr. Palter explained that once the offensive
line had knocked out Congress, that possible Ransom
National Wildlife Preserve was on the theoretical
assembly line. And though the ball of a bill had not yet
been passed over those hard-line congressional