September 13, 1967
I had seen the first arrivals of the patrol, two men they were, strolling around the grocer's shop in the Burkshire town, seemingly silent and in peace. I regarded them in suspicion to their probable knowledge of me, my own arrival, but left them to be, as they did too.
September 14, 1967
I can start to wonder that they have some business going about, and to know that Burkshire is in an enigmatic state to my fancy, those enforcers of the deputy force indeed are contenuing to vigilize upon my presence, such as when I was travelling by the Crescent View road, I sighted a trooping vehicle of their's nearing my place on the road. I sped along, and at a moment, they had gone away abruptly. After they had encountered me, I hurried back after my remote home, and camped there until the night came, and I observed the road along the country into the town, just below the vitality of the present moon, and not anything came or whent by us.
September 15, 1967
I had met the Mr. Hastings fellow, and was still in the behavior that was irregular to me, but he had his day today. By noon, the sky was in its overwhelming haze of gray overcast, around us, over the emerald fields, the oaks, and about the mountain steeps. No men of the department spied over the house at that time.
At 1:30 p.m., I spotted, and discovered, that a uniformed car sat diligently for us along the road, in sight of the house. There were waiting enforcers within, but it puzzled me that they should await for us along that deadened road in Burkshire. Within an hour of vigilance, they waited in their sentinel form, while I kept Maddison unaware of the situation, and I fought in keeping an eye over by the window to the yard place. Then I saw that one of the men was nearing the property, and would eventually call at the door.
''Burkshire highway patrol, we need a word with you, Jeff.'', the man called at us from the front of our house, and I whent in haste to catch Maddison and tell her to hide away now. ''Good afternoon, officer.'', I welcomed him with. ''What's the problem?''. ''The problem is, Jefferson,'', he said, ''we haven't welcomed you, sir, to Burkshire, and we'll be happy to wish you a pleasant companionship of our people here in Burkshire.''. ''Oh, well then, thank you officer.'', I said in an unpleasant manner. We greeted each other, and then he whent away with that other man observing us. Although, when he had turned to leave the place, I caught, by one eye, his quick impression at his departure, and it was as if he had frowned upon me, for some reason I could not ask and answer.