CHAPTER 57
“Where to?”
Jeff stared out the window as they gained altitude above Dwight’s farm. Below, acre after acre of cows grazed on the lushest green fields he’d ever seen. Not far from the barn, hidden by a roll of the land when they’d been standing at ground level was a big swimming lake fenced off from the pasture all around, complete with a gazebo over a picnic table, a small dock, and a pair of rowboats.
Above, the gray clouds that had dropped the deluge on their heads were moving off to the East. Large, friendly, cumulus floated about the sky in self-satisfied clumps.
Then he could see the silos in the distance. He’d never seen them in the light. Two wide domes. They were painted the green of grass, but it was only enough to avert the most casual inspection. Solar panels cove
