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Joseph Booth found himself in a precarious situation. He had been hiding in an abandoned house that he knew about, outside the city limits of Parks, Louisiana, when four guys broke in to the house while he was sleeping. They took his wallet, looked at his driver's license and then tied him up and dumped him on the floor. They held on to him for a couple of days. They gave him water once in a while and in the two days they held him they gave him a sandwich, twice. They untied him once in a while so he could go to the bathroom. He tried to talk to them and find out what they wanted him for; but, they refused to talk to him. On the evening of the second day of his captivity, all four of the men came into the room he was lying in, untied his feet and stood him up.

The ring leader, John, said to Joseph, "Well, you only have yourself to blame. We don't appreciate people trying to kill FBI agents. It makes the Feds very angry and they start poking their noses into places where they don't belong. You've made a hell of a lot of people very angry, asshole."

Shaking his head, Joseph said, "You have me mixed up with someone else. I didn't try to kill a FBI agent. No way."

"Yeah? And who do you think you were trying to kill when you attacked that Fed in your backyard." John asked.

"Uh, I was just, uh, wait, the guy I was fighting with is my son, Seeley Booth. He isn't an FBI agent. The last time I talked to my cousin, he said that Seeley was back in the Army."

"You dumb ass. He is an FBI agent. " John said. "And not just that, you also pissed off Max Keenan. Max doesn't like it when anyone messes with his family. He gets downright testy when someone tries to kill someone he loves. In this case, you tried to kill his son-in-law. Max said you have to pay for that. We're here to see that you do."

"Wait, who the hell is Max Keenan? Look I have money. If he's paying you to hurt me then I can pay you more to let me go." Joseph said with desperation in his voice. "Come on I have six thousand dollars. I also have $250,000 coming to me in a few months. I'll give you half of that. Just let me go. I'll leave Louisiana and never come back, I swear."

Laughing, John said, "It's too late for that. We took this job from Max and we have to finish it. No one crosses Max and lives to brag about it. Six thousand dollars or $125,000 isn't anything compared to our lives. Sorry to say, you tried to kill Max's son-in-law, Seeley Booth and you did kill Seeley's brother. For that, Max says you have to die. Oh and Max said to tell you that if you live by the sword, you should expect to die by the sword. " With that they started beating Joseph. They beat Joseph until they were sure that he was dead. Giving the body a final kick, John said, "Now you can join Seeley Booth's brother, Jared, where ever he is. Maybe Jared will beat the hell out of you when he sees you. I would."

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The next day, one of the farm hands that worked for T-Fred Roberts called him on his cell phone and asked him to come out to the field where they had found the body last week. He needed to show T-Fred something. T-Fred didn't like the sound of Carl's voice. It made T-Fred nervous. When he asked Carl what was wrong, Carl refused to explain. He told T-Fred that he would understand when he got there.

Driving over to his cut field, T-Fred parked his truck on the side of the road and walked over to where Carl was standing; It looked like Carl was standing beside a smouldering pile of trash. T-Fred hated the fact that some people in the area thought it was ok to use his farm land as a dump. It cost him time and money to get rid of their trash, the inconsiderate bastards.

When he got to where Carl was standing, T-Fred saw that another body had been dumped on his land. This time the body had been burned. Strangely enough, there was a drivers license lying on the ground about five feet from the body. Swearing, T-Fred called the Sheriff's office.

The sheriff responded to the call this time. He was not very happy when he saw another body in T-Fred's cane field.

"Damn it, T-Fred. Are you running a concession on bodies?"

Indignantly, T- Fred said, "May, at least I didn't chop up dis one."

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