I was lying in the back of a pick-up truck on Symmes Creek Road near the Gallia County Farm. I was lying so I could hear some men talking outside the truck; but I couldn't see them and they couldn't see me. From their voices, I realized my step-grandfather Clarence, my father and Lynn (a Waco attorney) were among the men.
Since I still owed Lynn some money and had fallen behind on my payments, I really didn't want to see him. I did however, peek over the side of the truck and saw that Lynn's brother, Jeff Lynn, was also here. Since I also owed Jeff some money, I likewise wasn't anxious to see him.
I lay back down and listened more to the men. It seemed they were going to divide into two groups, and depart. Finally, just as one group was about to leave, I stood up and looked at the men.
One group men was sitting in another pickup truck. My father was driving that truck and Lynn was also in that truck. The people in that group were going to go trapping. Although I wasn't particularly interested in trapping, I thought I might want to go with them anyway. I said hello to Lynn and although he seemed a bit surprised to see me here, he spoke to me. I could tell he was obviously disappointed that I had fallen behind in my payments to him.
I spoke with my father about my going with their group. But he seemed disinclined to have me go along and he thought I should stay with the other group. I sat back down in the bed of the truck and my father (with Lynn) drove off in the other truck.
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