Childs looked up too.  “Maybe three days, maybe a week.  It will take some time to get organized after Friday.” It was Child’s turn to ask a question.  “Do you think they’ll send in more feds?”

Crawford’s brow furrowed.  “I don’t know.  This is way bigger than a Waco situation or that guy in Texas who had his gun collection taken with an HRT raid by the FBI.  He was just one man, and Waco was a compound in the middle of nowhere.  Hell, this whole county is in the middle of nowhere.”  Crawford laughed as he made a sweeping gesture with is arms.  “I’m not sure they have enough agents in the entire western part of the country to handle this!  Maybe that will delay them some.”

“Well at least they can’t send in the Army.”  Childs smiled in the dark.  “That is still against the law.”

Crawford didn’t answer, but something clicked in the back of his mind.  He couldn’t grasp it right away, fatigue was setting in.  But there was something bothering his subconscious.  He knew he would think of it sooner or later.