The Face of Freedom. Benjamin Vance
he found a well-dressed lady just coming out a side door. He startled her when he drove up beside her and rolled down his window. In his fervor and resolve to get information, he wasn’t aware other people had their own agendas. However, Joanna Pink’s demeanor was drastically changed when Duncan asked if she knew anything about the bombing last night.
She stopped dead, her reporter antenna up, and asked why this forward young man thought it was a bomb? Duncan said, “Did I say ‘bomb’?”
“You sure did. Why do you think that?”
“Well, I’m not sure, but I drove over here to check on a man and a lady who had been in our area two days ago. They disappeared in a hurry and we’re trying to find out what happened to them.”
Jo started to walk away. Looking back she said, “Oh, your girlfriend run off with another guy?”
Duncan kept pace with her in the truck, talking out the window. He said, “It’s nothing like that. I can understand why you must think I’m a fruitcake for asking you these questions this late at night, but the guy is or was very important to us. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him. People call him the walker.”
Jo stopped dead again, looking straight ahead. She slowly turned her head, but not her body toward Duncan. She said, “What the hell did you say?”
“I said people call this guy the walker. He was addressing our little band of patriots in Montana day before yesterday and then he just took off with this woman from our group. They acted like it was an emergency or something. He’s a great guy and has… .”
Jo interrupted him, “The walker? You mean the guy who’s been going around to all the Minute Man groups and attempting to combine them?”
“Well, yes and no. He is attempting to get all of us to talk and form a political base.”
“Yeah; right! He sounds to me like one of those who want the notoriety and power himself.”
“I can tell you haven’t met him. He’s nothing like that. If you ever met him you’d know what a kind and selfless person he is. One reason he won’t tell people his name is to combat that very stigma you insinuate.”
Jo grinned, “My, oh my. You seem to be taken with this guy.”
Duncan hit the power window switch and Jo panicked. She’d pushed too far. She yelled at Duncan, “I’m sorry. I’d like to talk to you about him. I have met him.”
Duncan left the window up and pulled forward. Jo’s heart sank. She mumbled to herself, “Smart ass. Now you’ve done it.”
Then Duncan pulled into a parking space. Joanna ran as fast as she could in her high heels to the driver’s side of the truck. She apologized to Duncan and invited him in to her office. Once inside, she called Martha to see what she’d found, and informed her what Duncan shared. Martha whispered that she was on to something so she couldn’t come immediately. Jo and Duncan continued their conversation after Jo got them coffee and removed her heels. It was ten in the evening on Monday.
Duncan started talking after his second sip of coffee. He said, “To give me a little credence, my father is a Montana state representative, and I run our lumber business in Great Falls. We belong to a small patriot group called MSA or Mother’s Sons of America. I know it sounds hokey, but we’ve been loath to change the name. The walker came to address us about five days ago. He just showed up out of the woods. He honors everyone and tries to get us to combine our forces. He’s not a total peacemaker though. He’s more of a pragmatist. He told me our country might have to be taken back by force, although that is the last alternative. He’s also apprehensive of China.”
Duncan continued to relate the events during the walker’s stay, up to and including his flight from the compound. He lamented he and Julie hadn’t had enough time to say goodbye.
Jo had heard it all, but was taken by the young man’s story. She said, “Why do you believe the explosion has anything to do with the walker and that lady?”
“Well, he believed his identification by the government was imminent and he was convinced some agency would come for him or try to kill him. He was very matter of fact about it. Also, I believe Isadora was not who she said she was. My mother and sister believe it as well. She may have been an investigative reporter or some other agency’s plant. She was very sexy, but I think she was acting. She was supposed to be married to one of our members, but he’s a big buffoon, a smart one … but still not someone you would expect Isadora to be with; I‘m not making myself very clear.” He grinned tentatively, “You hadda be there.”
Jo said, “So you think this Isadora might have taken the walker with her as a means to help him escape something … what?”
“I don’t know. He was getting antsy about staying in one place too long. He said he was sure his picture had been taken for facial recognition. He didn’t try to hide his face or change it. He just mentioned that stuff as a matter of conversation. He told Julie and me the future of our country would rest with us.”
“Who would have been taking pictures? Maybe there was an agent and maybe it was this Isadora.”
“If she were an agent for some governmental branch, why would she help him escape; move on or … whatever. I could see it if she was a reporter, but FBI or DHS … I don’t know.”
Jo said, “How do we find out who this Isadora is?”
“Hell, I don’t know. Someone may have a picture of her. Maybe I can reach Julie and see if she can fax or email us a picture.”
“Please do whatever you can. She might still be with the walker and we can find them. What did you say her name was?”
“Isadora Lazenby; the wife, I think, of Ralph Lazenby. They lived in Whitefish. I really don’t know what he did for a living, come to think of it. Maybe he’s retired.”
“Okay, I’ll Google him and her. Please call your sister and see what she can come up with. I’m going to contact my reporter in the field again and see what she came up with, if anything. I’m worried about her anyway.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s at the scene of the explosion with her camouflage and her night vision goggles. I’m worried she’s going to get caught by one of the DHS guys. She’s pretty fearless.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to Julie.”
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