The Nillers stand anxiously and watch Pinkerton Caravan creak poorly oiled wheels through the village gates. Young Babs and Stacy squirm with anticipation while Greg and James snicker at them to hide youthfully lusty thoughts. And like a great lion overseeing his pride, Wayne Kenwood stands tall with arms crossed, a silent and large reminder for good behavior. Francis Kemp, longtime master of this Pinkerton Caravan, shoots the Foreman a wary smile and a forewarning glance behind, where a second group hustles through the gates. The caravan hasn’t arrived alone this year, and Niller eyes grow wide as The Abolition of The Ten marches into town.