Walter Jonas pulled his van into the lane leading to the Circle Double Bar Ranch and drove the quarter mile or so to the house that sat on a small rise at the end of the lane. The big red letters on the side of his truck told it all, WATER DIVINING, W.B. Jonas, Prop.! This was hot country, southern Texas, where the temperature could stay above 100 degree for weeks at a time, and where water was more valuable than oil, well, you can’t go that far, but it was pretty darn precious in its own way!!! Walter pulled his van to a stop and was ready to hop out when out of nowhere a giant sized German Shepard began circling his vehicle while making menacing sounds that indicated he had better stay put until help arrived!!! After blasting his horn a couple of times, a forty plus woman came out of the house and approached the van! Walter rolled down the driver’s side window and said, “Hi, I’m Walter Jonas, I was going to come ring your door, but the dog kinda gave me the shivers!!!” “Oh, don’t mind him,” she replied in a friendly voice, “old Bart wouldn’t hurt a fly, come on outta there and come on inside for some coffee, and by the way, I’m Vivan Danforth, but everyone just calls me Viv!!!”
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