Probably the final chapter of Rags..

As I am sure you have known, Rags is not real, except in my mind. He came to the small town of Mt Bell, NC and caused a stir. To some he was a hero, to others still a bum. Father O'Shields has Satan and at the insistance of the Brothers has changed his name, Satan did not seem to mind. The nanny goat is back with the father also, along with a sizeable monetary donation.

Rags moves on to Pittsburg, PA. His new endeavor is another story, another book. From time to time I may enter more info on RAgs, who is in reality, Jerry Wiley, surgeon and EX-CIA opperative.
The readers who have met Rags seem to enjoy his lifestyle, wit and ability. He became good friends with the police chief and his cousin.

Maybe we will see him soon as the mysterious S'gar.

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Thanks for reading the Rags Blog.

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The guy with the Chief stopped me today. I know him, that is for sure. He must not know me or a team would be here already to pick me up. I must be thinking of a plan, if a team does show up. They are not invincible, but they are tough. It is frustrating not to have done anything wrong, just minding your own business. I quit a job. True enough, I did not submit a resignation, but they don’t’ like that either. It was simpler to disappear, so I thought I did. This journal is coming to an end I am afraid. I will try to make one last entry for all the good it does. It has been an outlet. I talk to Satan and Father O’shields, but I may need more. I am feeling better about myself. Those boys are headed more and more through here. I spotted one going by himself. I must head that way. later
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I think it is close to the end.

IN:
We are have a great time. The living quarters are nearly complete. I picked up some medical manuals this week on lazer amputation. Great stuff, advancements that will make life better for some. I don;'t have to worry too much about the outside world here. I have Satan to guard the entry ways and the fact that very few folks even know I exist. The town has grown to ignore me. My only poroblem is those blasted kids. The boys resent my following them, most of the time they never know. They go one day a week and clean up around the swimming hole they have.

Father O'Shields is quite a guy. we talk often now, he never asks what I am doing here or why. Interesting guy the father, as hard a nails in body, but meek as a lamb. I would be willing to bet some of the SEALS I have worked with in the company (CIA) would barely hold their own.

The Chief of police has taken a renewed interest in me. I hope it is short lived. I am ready for it, but I don't want it.
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rambling

IN:
It is Spring, we now have living quarters, a source of dairy foods and a garden started (some dirt turned anyway).
Problem is the boys also are hitting the woods and playing around that swimming hole. This is really all new to me. I can’t imagine swimming in a creek as a kid. We had a clean swimming pool. Free from snakes, germs and wild creatures. I am getting an education in less fortunate young lives. They don’t seem to mind the hardships, or realize they should be in a clean public pool. I have saw them just strip off and jump in the water. My father would never have allowed that. Then I may have missed something. No matter what I am doing, when I hear them something draws me to follow and watch. I am sure if someone in authority knew this, it would be considered unnatural.
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IN:
Well I may have a problem. While on my grocery run today I noticed a man with the local Chief of Police. He is familiar I know. I cannot put a name or place with the face, but It is a pretty good bet that I met him during work for the Company. I cannot figure how they may have tracked me here. I have left no trail I know. When I took a plane to Charlotte, it was an assumed name I have never used before. I will keep my vigil, and also I have an ace in the hole, Satan. He is fully recovered and has accepted training like a champ, which he is.
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It is hard to believe the size of my home now. The light inside is amazing I can read without a problem. It feels safe inside. I don’t have to worry about anyone walking up undetected, Satan has grown into an outstanding watchdog. We have a bond now, he is my compadre. Time is broken up by my trips into town. At least once a week, sometimes twice. I am accepted now it seems as the local bum. No one hassles me anymore. I can travel around in my own world. Sometimes I smile within thinking of the troops with whom I worked, I know the search is still on. The Boss is wondering if I am somewhere writing memoires to expose the black ops of the Company. On the outside, has he defected! They have a constant fear of that. Losing control drives them berserk. I have no desire to air OUR dirty laundry and will not. I just want to be left alone.
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IN:
Working steady with nice weather we have the start of a nice cave home. It is big enough already for Satan and I to move around without bumping into one another. We still cook outside on the stone stove. The goat is widening our living area outside the caves. It is becoming a nice courtyard, with the stove being the center piece. We gathered some blooms to decorate, the first time we have been able to do that. I have ordered some books at the School Special’s shop down town. A girl named Brittany usually waits on me. I still cannot make eye contact with anyone, I keep trying to analyze. I don’t feel as depressed as I was. I am actually beginning to feel pretty good.
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