Between The Raindrops

Are the people in Pendleton afraid of the Federal Government, or are they just curious? I drive a company rig when I come to town. I'm not bringing my old Ford. They sent me here, let Them provide the transportation, I think it's policy anyway. The locals see the plates, they see that I'm a stranger, they don't miss much around here. They take two and add two more and they go ah ha.

"Is that your vehicle out there?" When we witness something that connects us to The State or The Federalies, cars become vehicles.
"Yes it is."
"You work for the government?"
"Yes."
"What work do you do?"
"Stuff."
"Stuff?" They slit their eyes, "What kind of stuff?"
"Government stuff. Company stuff." My reply is dry, like Jimmy Hoffa's sunbleached bones lying in the desert.

Okay, I don't answer questions that way. However, I did hear this from a guy at The Plant. After seeing 'the vehicle' day after day, he began to ask around.

"Every day when I get to work, it's here. Then, when I go out to leave, it's gone."

That's right hoss, I'm one of Them. Don't ask, 'cause I don't tell. I walk between the rain drops and I watch from the shadows. I'm like that puff of smoke rolling out from the Grassy Knoll, you ask yourself, did you see something, but I'm already gone.