they have two weeks to haul them off . After that they'll either be used to build barricdes across the trails, or, cut up for winter firewood. But don't come on this ground, sheriff, expecting that you'll give orders and we'll follow them, unless they're lawful orders."
The sheriff raised a hand and pointed a finger at Hatfield, then lowered it. He turned to Victor. "The best advice I can give you," he explained, "is to get to the courthouse. Try to see Judge Wayne, explain to him what's going on. Ask him for a thirty day restraining order to keep these people from doing anything else to club property until a legal decision can be made."
Victor looked frustrated. Again the sheriff raised his finger. "I want to talk to your boss, mister!" he stuttered. "Where can I find him?"
"The colony Speaker has a residence in an office at the lodge," Hatfield answered.
The sheriff again looked at the construction workers, looked as if he would say something else, but got in his car and drove off. The security men looked at Hatfield and grinned, and Hatfield grinned back.
"Come on, gentlemen! Let's get a move on!" Hatfield ordered. "We want this work done before any court order can be issued."
The workers renewed their efforts. By the time a deputy arrived with the court order the gorge bridge was merely a pile of timbers, and the snowmobile club was totally enraged, TOTALLY engraged!

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