i was worried to kill him herself? and then a revelation, the dead man had a dangerous dream. we ended up finding a lot of paperwork, relating to the oil business. i remember telling, us i m going to make millions of dollars. a big money bencher, oozing with outlaws. a violent individual, in prison for robbery. a big man, probably 250 pounds. steroid, rock muscle. significant criminal history. greed as would kill my dad. what caused all of. this a thirst for oil, it lost for blood. i trusted a con artist. i trusted a sociopath. what is going to happen to the quiet little prairie town, when oil comes along? among the green and pleasant landscapes of american privilege, is a fine historic rise of land, called the south hill. here, for 100 years, it is been the home of spokane s washington elites, in their queen and craftsman manage, it s quiet, rectitude, and certainly not the kind of story we are about to tell. the kind of story with ambitious men, dark plo
landscapes of american privilege, is a fine historic rise of land, called the south hill. here, for 100 years, it is been the home of spokane s washington elites, in their queen and craftsman manage, it s quiet, rectitude, and certainly not the kind of story we are about to tell. the kind of story with ambitious men, dark plots, in dame s. i asked him, i said, am i just the dumb blonde to miss this? or did everyone miss? it won so many people missed, before that dreadful event here, in the wooded enclave. he thought that god was blessing him. we thought we were walking on water. here they, were empty nesters, all alone with their grand house. convinced that there is successes, there s six grown kids, their good life, were products of an unflinching trust in god.