Boxer Farm; Monday Afternoon, Gideon Madge & possibly Gabe
Sheriff Figgs was pissed off at the General. She was reckless. This decision was possibly worse than any decision the General before her had made. And not only that but Madge had to go and agree to let him work and live on the farm. Did she have to go and make his life that much more difficult? Really? Why was Peter not protesting this shit?
Gideon drove to the farm after finishing his shift for the day, in his patrol car and still in uniform. He couldn't scare Gabriel Roberts more than armed guards but he was sure going to try. If that fucker laid a hand on Madge of any kind, Gideon was not above blowing his fucking brains out. He made sure to take his time riding up the gravel drive and climbing out of his car, shutting the door loudly behind him. Hopefully Madge was around the house at this time of afternoon so close to dinner. He looked around for any sign of Madge, or Roberts, as he started up the walk toward the porch after reaching in through his window to honk the horn a couple of quick times to alert Madge to his presence if she wasn't nearby.