Dawn was slow in breaking. Dark, black clouds raced across hilltops preventing the sun's first rays from shining on the small group of men gathered in the early morning chill on the hill overlooking the township of Wellington. Large trees swayed in protest as their leaves eerily rustled to and fro. Long grass lay flattened by the powerful gusts of unseasonably cool and windy weather, even the birds had yet to begin their optimistic dawn greeting. It wasn't a beautiful morning and this was ...