plants,  flowers, bushes, and the trees.the birds and animals, human beings, colors swirling ,mixing  yellow, red, white, and black ,four men,  four women. soft spot in their foreheads,  solidified,  a space through which they could hear the voice of The Great Spirit twisting turning spinning rotating falling falling , green fields, cityscapes,  hustle bustle. loss of concept.

She woke swiping the back of her hand across her sweat drenched forehead. Flinging her hand to shake the salty smelling substance from her hand. With ginger fingers she wiped the sleep encrusted in eyes away. She looked and saw Chicken bones still asleep near the window as the dawn of the day began its birth.She threw the blanket from on top her as she placed her feet on the wooden floor. She had been awaken from a vision granted by the the Great Spirit. It was time for her to come from the shadows , time to organize the biggest crime syndicate this world of theirs world ever know and come to respect for future generations. All theses criminals had it wrong doing small time jobs, bank robberies, drug runs. They were all lucrative in their own right . Yet, it was time for this crime world of theirs to take it to the next step.These thoughts swam through her head like salmon on a run bounding and leaping , all in a jumble at first till they became clear to her understanding.

These counterparts of hers in the criminal world were only thinking of the now, not the future. This was how other living things became extinct, stagnant with no growth. They had to make something bigger than themselves . She will set out to find these counterparts. She would need some who knew how to cook books, some who had businesses of their own , such as the delivery service, or newspapers, She would need plenty of corrupt cops and feds to pull this off.Politicians would be need to be in breast pocket as well. It will need support from the four corners of this criminal world of theirs.

She wondered to herself how she would go about this, getting these high standing men and women  from the four corners. All in the same place to discuss the future of this world they called Criminal. She had only left Chicago briefly when she first arrived, she would have to step out of her comfort zone to gather the masses for this venture The Great Spirit had compelled her to do with this vision. The creation, the birth of the Workingmen’s parties. The idea was grand indeed the small poor men would pay them to find them work , and fight for their rights, while the employer would be paying them to find employees, and protect their vested interests. This would last for generations to come, and no one would remember it was initially a woman who started it all..

As the sun breached the horizon her idea had been formed. She set out to get dressed she no longer dressed in traditional clothing, instead she opted for mens suits. She went to the wardrobe and flung it open causing the doors to clash against the bureau itself. The sound woke Chicken bones. "Ahh I see  are finally awake the day woke before  lazy bones." She jabbed at him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he smiled weakly in his waking state. " And it shall go below the horizon, before me as well." he jibed back at her. She pulled the pristine white slacks and jacket from the wardrobe and a black dress shirt. She toted her bundle to bathroom and proceed to get for her day. "Chicken bones wear you best clothes today, and pack  bags . We have some business out  town to go."  Her grasp on the English language  was still noticeably not complete.He promptly did as she asked as he had since she found him ten years ago. Finished she exited the bathroom slamming the door open in her excited haste. Stooping down she tossed a small throw rug aside revealing a hidden latched door in the floor, just large enough to slid a hand into. She undid the latch opening the hinged door and letting it rest on the floor like a butterflied steak. Tentatively reaching into the hole she fished about a few seconds then began to pull stack after stack of bills from under the house. After retrieving all the bundles she stuffed them into a sack and secured it to her back. She quickly re latched the door and tossed the rug back on top. 

Moments later they exited the small house at the back of an alley in the South side of Chicago. The proceeded on their way to the airport, she stopped in all the various cities sending out messages that a big meeting was going to take place. That anyone who wanted to be part of something that was not only bigger than anything they have done before, but will be expected to be long lasting through the generations to come. Money and power were mixed in this message. This advertisement took them several weeks to accomplish. Flying from one side of the states to next, and even some lower parts of Canada.

After the word was put out on the streets of the larger cities, they flew home. She would have to acquire a building for this all to transpire in, somewhere neutral to all these families, some possibly were rivals. She did not want one to meet on anothers turf. No neutral ground would be best. She thought what better place than to start this in Kentucky.Lexington, yes Lexington would work fine.They acquired one last flight To Lexington, Kentucky to locate this building. They walked all through the town . She needed a quiet place where the going ins and going outs would not be so noticeable. She saw an old abandoned bread factory. Oh yes that will do fine, asking around she found that no one owned it. So she wrote Esquire Meahym .

Greetings Mr. Meahym,

I would appreciate if you acquired me the "deed" to this building.

1326 N.Bookenheim St.

Lexington Kentucky

~The Wolf

She handed the note to Chicken Bones with instructions to take it to the nearest post office and  send it out post haste. He was then to stay in Lexington and finish the transaction of acquiring the deed. She handed a him  bundle of cash to get room and board somewhere till Meahym could get the "lost deed".

Weeks passed then months before she heard from Chicken Bones. Then a wired message that simply stated . It's ours. She knew instantly the building was theirs and caught the first flight to Lexington. Upon first inspection for the building it was spacious, and the structure was sound. Walking through the halls she found a few vagrants sleeping here and there in their own filth. She kicked the three or four she found with a command for them to follow her. Her tone must have been volatile or direct enough as they did as  she curtly bide them to. She put the vagrants to work cleaning the debris and dust from the place. She sent Chicken Bones out to acquire the various furniture they would need for this venture.

Once the building was set up inside she set them to work on the outside. They cleared the trash from the yard outside, fixed the gate and the fencing. Repainted and gave a new title. The Workingman's Milk.The place was starting to look the part of a Milk delivery service. The cover for this grand operation.

With the building complete she sent messages out to those she had previously contacted months before. Hopefully they would see her vision, and come build the future of the criminal world with her.