Unusual stuff started to happen.

There was a group, an out-of-state car, somebody sitting in the back seat with a The strangers wouldn't answer many questions.

They were taking pictures of the yard and the mailbox and everything.

And I said...

I think you should leave.

And they said, are you going to make us? I said, no, but my friend here and I raised my rifle will probably help me.

And they left.

The new traffic made it difficult for Doug and people he knew to drive semi-trucks loaded with hay down narrow country roads.