Story Market Day

larry_minn

Contributing Member
my mom died after pain. Beyond meds. She asked me to end it. Infront of staff. I was warned, I did not do it. I believe she has forgiven me. She knew I knew how, had access to what’s needed.
I am ashamed I did not do for my mother what I would do for any seriously wounded animal.
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
At the Motel


Stephen wasn’t very confident in what he was doing, but he didn’t have a lot of choice in things if Jessica was going to live. Samantha had already removed the plastic wrap and wiped down her chest. Now, he had the hard part. He used his fingers and found the anterior axillary line. Just shy of the armpit, he thought he found the starting point for his first cut. Just before he started the cut, he uttered his father’s favorite prayer.

“Please God, don’t let me **** this up.”

He slid the blade into her flesh. He was shocked at how tough it was. It shouldn’t have. It was the leathery condition of her flesh that was the whole reason he was doing this.

He proceeded to slide the blade down and across the ribs as he followed the contour of her chest. He had to make sure he cut all the way through the skin down to the subcutaneous fat layer. The wound gaped open under the tension of the flesh on each side as the blade slid along. It didn’t take long before there was what seemed like a hundred-foot gash down poor Jessica’s body, stopping at the bottom of her ribcage.

Before he lost his nerve, Stephen reached across and made a matching cut down her other side. One of the more encouraging things was seeing Jessica seem to take a bigger breath than she had been. Two cuts down, just three to go.

Stephen used his finger to trace across Jessica’s chest right below her collarbones. This would relieve the tension in this direction. He repeated the motion with the scalpel, connecting the two earlier incisions across the top of Jessica’s chest. The next one was a little harder since the landmarks were lest distinct and the cut had to be curved to do it right.

He took his hand and felt along the bottom edge of her ribs in front. He traced it several times with his finger until he thought he had the curve right and his motion smooth. The scalpel was moving easier in his hands now, even though his fear of screwing it up wasn’t any less. The curved slice joined the lower tips of the incisions down each side.

Stephen took a deep breath before he made the last cut. This one wasn’t as dangerous because most of it’s length was backed with bone. He joined the two horizontal cuts with a single cut right down the sternum between her breasts. Once that cut was complete, he stepped back and set the scalpel down, his hands shaking with the released tension. He looked up at Sam.

“I’ll go get that wound stuff we got from the feed store. It’s Manuka Honey and MicroSilver. We don’t have a ton of it, but I figure we better use it first to give her the best shot of recovery.”

“When do I start massaging her burns through the plastic?” Sam asked.

“We get everything slathered down and rewrapped first, then the simple gentle massage to keep the skin from stiffening up. The honey will keep it moist and pliable I hope.”

“I can do this part. You need to work on all the other parts like fluids and electrolytes.” Sam said.

“I know you can.” Stephen stared at Sam a moment. “You would have made a great mother.”

“That baby’s better off where she is with her new parents. I wouldn’t have been any good for her then.”

“I bet you would have been a lot better than you give yourself credit for.”

“Go get the honey so we can wrap her up before she gets too cold.”
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Later, Outside the Motel


“Elsa says Uncle Jason has all the room we need, extra houses, plenty of furniture and everything. I can finish school there.” Lacy said for the third, or was it the fourth, no the seventh time.

“Moving isn’t an easy thing. The only time you ever moved was to your college dorm room, and you bitched the whole time we did it. This is something completely different. This is thousands of miles. It’s not like we can make a couple trips and swing back by to pick up anything we forgot.”

“I know that, but it’s not safe here anymore, Daddy.”

“I don’t know if it will be any safer there than it is here.”

“It’s got to be! They killed Maria and maybe Jessica too! They would have killed me and Gabe if it hadn’t been for Elsa!”

“We have no idea what’s going on way up there. There might be range wars, rustlers…hell, I don’t know what all else going on. Here we have…”

“Here we have assholes trying to rob Uncle Dave’s store, firebombing the motel, no customers, no more supplies coming for the store, no customers shopping the store, and…did I miss anything? Wait, no more meds and your health getting worse. What else did I miss?”

Bill just stood there, staring at his little girl. He knew she had a lot of good points. He knew he should just do what Dave, Elsa, and Lacy wanted. Shoot, what Jason wanted. This was his big brother’s plan all along.

Jason tried to convince him to make the move when Lacy graduated from high school, but he wasn’t ready. He told himself it was because it would take some time to sell the business and the house, but that wasn’t the real reason. The real reason was it was Jason’s plan.

Jason moved north when he and Pepper got divorced. When they split the assets, Jason cut a deal and she bought him out of his share of the motel and the house. He took the money and went north to be a cowboy. He always said he knew they should leave California and he would make somewhere they could all be together again.

Bill hated the thought of having to be rescued by his big brother! He has been standing on his own two feet for too many years. His business kept him going after his own divorce. Taking care of Lacy, just the two of them, well, that wasn’t exactly right. Dave and Madison helped, along with Pepper and Maria. After Pepper died and left the motel to Maria and her little girl, they were still all a part of their little family. Here was where they laughed, here’s where they cried.

Dave was all for leaving. Hell, it seemed like everyone was. Why was he fighting the idea so much? Then again, it wasn’t like they were going to be able to leave today. From what Stephen says, they can’t move Jessica until she heals up some and from the sound of it, that’s not a week or two sort of thing.

Moving all the valuable stuff out of the shop and to the house wouldn’t be a bad idea. The shop hasn’t had very many customers recently, even before the quake. They could move some stuff around to make room for the others. Lacy and Else could double up and that would free up one room. If they did that, then Samantha and Jessica could use Madison’s room that Elsa has been using. That would leave Stephen and Gabriel. They could use Jason’s fifth-wheel.

“Daddy? Daddy?”

“OK, Lacy. Let’s start looking at what we would need to do…”

“Yes!”

“Wait…We need to start looking at how we can do it, but the first thing is getting all the stuff from the shop, the store and the motel moved out to the house. That’s step one. We need to make room for the others at the house.”

“I can make space in my room…”

“I know, and it’s going to be Elsa not Gabriel sharing your room.”

“I’m an adult…”

“And I’m still your father and it’s my house. I’m going to keep my protective nature in charge for a little while longer. I don’t know if you’ve slept with him, or anyone and for the time being I don’t need or want to know. What I do know is it would need to be a very serious and committed relationship before I give my blessing for you to do so in our house.”

As Bill talked, Lacy started to protest, blush and sputter all at the same time but waited until the end of his statement.

“I don’t know how serious it is.”

“That statement makes me happier than you probably could know. It means you’re thinking instead of just reacting. I like Gabriel. I think he’s probably a good guy and might be a good thing for you. I like his brother and sister too. They seem to have their heads screwed on right. Here’s the thing to remember though. What happens when we go north? Keep that in mind as you look at the relationship between you two.”

Bill saw she hadn’t given a lot of thought to that problem with them going north.

“You didn’t think about that, did you? Well we have time, but you need to think on it.” He looked around, then back to her. “Keep boxing things up. I need to find Dave.”
 
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ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
In the Repair Shop


“Well, that’s a felony waiting to happen.” Dave said as he walked into the mechanic’s bay to find Stephen doing surgery on a shotgun with a hacksaw.

“I think that ship sailed a while back. Then again, I still have credentials and we can use such things.”

“Do I want to know why?”

“This 11-87 was somebody’s duck gun the assholes took. They didn’t treat it well and between the dents and dings in the barrel and the rust, I figured to give it some love and make it more usable.” Stephen said as he finished cutting the barrel even with the magazine tube.

“It won’t have much range.”

“I don’t see this as a sniper’s weapon. This is more an ‘oh shit!’ tool to overload someone up close. I’m just working with what they left behind.”

“It’s a shame we don’t have the arsenal my brother Jason has. We wouldn’t be stuck with battlefield pick-ups and eighty-year-old surplus stuff.” Dave said as he gestured with the M1 Carbine slung on his shoulder.

“Hell, an M1 isn’t anything to sneeze at these days in California. I bet you even have a couple evil fifteen-round mags for it too.”

“More than a couple. That was one of the things Jason kept harping on when we got these all those years ago.”

“I got to shoot a friend of mine’s once. They are fun, but I never had a grand to throw down for a fun toy.”

“Shit! Is that what they are up to now? Bill and I should have listened to Jason more and bought more of them than we did.”

“Do I want to know?” Stephen fixed him with a glare that didn’t get friendlier when Dave smiled.

“In the nineties, one of the local outdoors stores got a bunch of Korea surplus returns. Jason told Bill and I to eat peanut butter sandwiches or whatever it took, but we needed to buy some of the surplus stuff that came in. Every two weeks, when he got his paycheck, he would go down and pick up a pair of Garands and drag us along. He would walk up and down the row and pick his latest and keep pestering us. ‘Better pick at least one’ and point to the rifles in their surplus racks. In all of two months, they sold out and got no more in. I got three carbines and the Enfield Elsa is using, Bill stuck with the carbines and ended up with four. I think Jason must have had just shy of a dozen Garands.”

“A dozen? How the hell could he afford that many?”

“Easy. Back then, these were rebuild returns, dumped on the surplus market. He was paying two-hundred-seventy-three dollars each, and I was paying a hundred-seventy-nine for the carbines. The Enfield Number Fours were all of one-twenty-five, but since the one I bought was a butchered up sporterized one so I think they took twenty bucks off.”

“One-seventy-three? What the...you got to be…One-seventy-three? Where the hell were those prices when I was looking at the shows?” Stephen said shaking his head.

“Thirty years in the past, that’s where.”

“I guess you’re set for things to defend yourselves. I’ll just keep working the leftovers here. Speaking of which, do you know anything about AKs? I got this stubby little thing over there and I have only taken one apart once or maybe twice.”

“Bill probably can help with that. Never played with them myself.”
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Yesterday was the five year anniversary of "Market Day".

What started out as a little 3000 word short story has grown to unforeseen size and scope. We would have never gotten here without all of your support, reading and pleading for more.

As of today, while I sit here collecting some thoughts for a lunchtime session, I did some totals.

Looking at just the word documents, Market Day now spans three-thousand-two-hundred-twenty-one pages, filled with one million-three-hundred-seventy-seven-thousand-four-hundred-twenty-seven words. When looking at book one, when we completed the first draft, it was 320 pages. When we actually published it, the editing and tweaking process brought the final page count up to 420. Doing some numbers extrapolation, the total growth of just what is sitting already complete, the word count would reach 1583404, but that's with part 9 still in progress and ten through twelve still undone.

We could have never anticipated it going as far as it has, and still we have much more to go.

For those who have actually bought volume one, we thank you and we hope the updated version of the start of Bekka and the rest's journey was worth the wait. Now we just need more reviews on the sites you bought them from.

I would rattle on and on, but I need to save my fingers so we can see what Stephen and Barbara do next.
 
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ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
In Front of the Store


The sound of a vehicle set several things in motion. It was still light out so the car could be seen at a distance. There was only one of them. It was an SUV. It wasn’t moving fast but any vehicle moving around anymore was an oddity and set off bells and whistles in everyone’s heads.

Dave walked to the door to see who it was.

“Shit! Stephen. I’m going to try and get rid of him. He’s an asshole but I don’t think just staying all buttoned up will move him along.”

Stephen looked over Dave’s shoulder to see it was a County Sheriff patrol vehicle.

“What the ****? Where the hell were these guys when those assholes were shooting up the place and firebombing the motel?”

“Somewhere safe and well-paid is my guess. I don’t know the other guy.”

Stephen looked again. The Deputy had someone else with him. He was in a military uniform. He glanced over at the motel and saw a flicker of movement on the rooftop. He hoped it was Elsa not Gabe behind the rifle. He got a real cold feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Dave, if things go real bad, start walking back towards the door, or if you can’t, drop to the ground.”

Dave looked back at him.

“Do you think it’s come to that?”

“I don’t know, but if it has, I don’t intend to be caught short again. Military with him could mean a ton of things, but after what we saw on our roadtrip…”

Dave glanced at Stephen’s hands and saw he was running rounds into the shotgun in his hands.

“Gunning down people shooting at you and gunning down cops from ambush, these are two different things.”

“And if they turn out to be up to no good? Let’s just say I’m getting paranoid in my old age.”

Dave, who had at least twenty plus years on Stephen, just shook his head and stepped out the door.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Yesterday was the five year anniversary of "Market Day".

What started out as a little 3000 word short story has grown to unforeseen size and scope. We would have never gotten here without all of your support, reading and pleading for more.

As of today, while I sit here collecting some thoughts for a lunchtime session, I did some totals.

Looking at just the word documents, Market Day now spans three-thousand-two-hundred-twenty-one pages, filled with one million-three-hundred-seventy-seven-thousand-four-hundred-twenty-seven words. When looking at book one, when we completed the first draft, it was 367 pages. When we actually published it, the editing and tweaking process brought the final page count up to 420. Doing some numbers extrapolation, the total growth of just what is sitting already complete, the word count would reach 1583404, but that's with part 9 still in progress and ten through twelve still undone.

We could have never anticipated it going as far as it has, and still we have much more to go.

For those who have actually bought volume one, we thank you and we hope the updated version of the start of Bekka and the rest's journey was worth the wait. Now we just need more reviews on the sites you bought them from.

I would rattle on and on, but I need to save my fingers so we can see what Stephen and Barbara do next.
Time does fly by when you're having fun doesn't it?
Been a helluva ride for us all; wouldn't have missed it for anything.

Thanks for that.
You might want to repost that bit about where Bekka's Story is available
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Time does fly by when you're having fun doesn't it?
Been a helluva ride for us all; wouldn't have missed it for anything.

Thanks for that.
You might want to repost that bit about where Bekka's Story is available
Posted up in this thread-
and here's a link to the hub where you can choose among the 12 or more locations online where it's available

 

Armadillo3

Contributing Member
Started reading these many years ago in the boredom of desert nights in the middle of a war. Have been reading them off and on ever since, from Iraq to Kuwait and many places in between these have kept me entertained and educated a time or two. Reading some of them again after retirement, and recommended them to others to read.
Thanks to ComCam Guy and 223shootersc and their stories!
Many thanks to you and the others that have written these stories.
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Out Front

“Sheriff, been a long time since you’ve been around.” Dave said as he walked out.

“Dave, what’s up with the sign?” The Sheriff Deputy said as he pointed at the store.

“No resupply since the quake, out of stuff to sell in the store, out of fuel to sell, out of customers and the other night had some damn gangbangers shoot up the place, steal what was left and damn near burned the place down.’ He pointed at some of the ‘char’ peeking out from around the roll down storm shutters, curtesy of some light dusting of black spray paint.

The Sheriff Deputy looked around, obviously seeing details ignored before. He did a doubletake when he saw the burned-out car and cabin at the motel.

“Did they do that too?”

“Yeah, Maria came outside when she heard the commotion.”

“Shit! Shame I wasn’t here to stop them. Was Maria hurt?”

Dave wasn’t sure of the sincerity of the Deputy’s concern. Something sounded off.

“Elsa and Lacy dropping her and Jessica off at Maria’s aunt’s place just north of Bakersfield.”

“That’s an awful long way for them to by driving by themselves. I hope they will be able to get back before night curfew kick in.” the Deputy said. Dave didn’t like the look in his eye when he said that.

“Not worried about that. They aren’t coming back this way. Their headed over to my brother-in-law’s place over by San Luis Obispo. The whole thing the other night, well that was the last straw. Bill and I are done. We’re going to go over there and help him work his ranch.”

“Brother-in-law? I thought you were divorced.” The Deputy was looking harder at him.

“I am. I divorced her. I like her brother and he agreed she always was a bitch. He always says the worst thing he could thing of saying about me was I married his sister.”

“If she was such a bitch, why did you marry her in the first place?”

“You ever see that meme about the ‘hot/crazy’ scale?”

“Yeah?”

“She was a smoking hot green-eyed redhead with the inhibitions of a drunk nudist and the sex drive of a Marine home from sea duty.”

The two guys laughed. The other guy, the one in the military uniform asked his first question.

“So, if she was so far off the charts, why did you divorce her?”

“Because she was a smoking hot green-eyed redhead with the inhibitions of a drunk nudist and the sex drive of a Marine home from sea duty who wasn’t very selective or exclusive about where she took care of things.”

The Deputy and the other guy just shook their heads as Dave continued.

“I can’t bitch too much. I got a wonderful daughter out of the deal.”

“I hate to see you close down. Here I was looking to throw some work your way, too” the Deputy said.

“Oh yeah?”

The uniformed guy started talking again.

“With the state having to take care of itself since the federal government is falling down on the job, we are having to stand up some new operating locations to conduct patrols out of. Bart here said your little group of businesses would be perfect. We were looking to billet people in the motel, and work with you and your brother on fuel and repair of the patrol vehicles along with supplies and such. We would pay well to use the store as the operations center.”

Dave felt like there were a thousand ants working their way up his spine as the guy spoke. He strongly considered moving backwards to signal Stephen to…but if this was all in some official plan, making these guys disappear wouldn’t stop things from happening. Instead, it would just shine a big spotlight on them.

“Any idea when you wanted to start operations here?” Dave heard himself ask.

“We are still gathering and redistributing the resources. We would probably look at starting in a couple weeks.” He paused. “But you sound like you’re leaving.”

“Yeah, I think so, at least for the time being. Tell you what, swing by in a couple weeks and we will have everything cleaned up and ready for you, then when this all blows over and it’s safe to come back, we know the place will still be here and ready for us to pick up where we left off.”

The Deputy looked at him skeptically. Dave had to keep talking before he got too suspicious.

“Look, we own the businesses outright, but right now, there’s no one to sell them to and no guarantee they would still be here if we leave, and with the guys who came through the other day, it’s not safe for us to be here by ourselves anymore. We’ve been sleeping here just trying to stay safe and keep the business intact. You guys move in and use the place, they won’t dare screw with you, our assets are guarded, and when it all blows over, we can talk about what our places are worth. Think of it like a lease. As long as the state uses our businesses, we don’t have to pay taxes on them.”

“I guess that makes sense” the Deputy said.

“Bill and I will finish cleaning things up and it will be ready for you in what, two? Three weeks?”

“Let’s make it an even three.”

“Good. That will give us time to make sure the Motel is good to go as well. Maria hadn’t had many customers lately. We may have to evict a skunk or two before you get here.”

“Sounds like a deal” The man in the military uniform reached out a hand.

Dave shook it. He stood there watching them climb back into the Sheriff’s SUV and drive away. The whole time he was standing there, he fought the urge to scrub his hand against his leg. The touch of his hand felt, he wasn’t sure how. Kinda like when you get antifreeze or bleach on your hand. Slick but not smooth.

As he watched them drive out of sight, a ton of things raced through his mind. If they were coming back in three weeks, they had a ton to do, and he wanted it all done long before they came back!
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
At Bill’s House


“I’m telling you, that guy made my skin crawl.” Dave said to his brother as they stood in the yard.

“Well, I don’t trust that Deputy as far as I could throw this house anyway, but with him traveling around with that state guy…” Bill just shook his head.

Behind them, Stephen was moving more stuff into the old fifth-wheel camper Jason kept here for the infrequent visits he made back from Montana.

“With the cops nowhere to be found this last couple months, then all of a sudden, we get an attempted robbery followed by a firebomb, and now we have a Deputy and the state saying they will need to use our place? All too convenient.” Dave said.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to jump on the conspiracy train just yet. Opportunistic for sure, but I don’t know if they are that organized. Besides, with the way things are going, with the declaration of martial law, they could just come in here and seize everything. Why go through all the subterfuge?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ve been reading too many prepper stories. Seeing evil plots around every bend.” Dave just shook his head.

“Hey, at least Jason isn’t here. He would have it all lined up with an unbroken train of logic from the deputy, to the state, to the Bilderburg’s to the Freemasons to the Illuminati to the Templars.”

“Speaking of Jason, I think we might be past the point of no return now. Everything comes to the houses and we make sure we are ready to move north as soon as Jessica can travel.” Dave said.

“Stephen said it might be a month or two before we have a good handle on her condition, much less be able to travel that far.”

“If we are here that long, we should probably look at both eliminating the assholes if they come back and setting it up to make sure Deputy Dufas and his evil sidekick have no good reason to stick around. I already laid the groundwork with the idea we were leaving.”

“Hope you didn’t tell him we were going north.” Bill said quickly.

“No, told him we were going to my brother-in-law’s over by San Luis Obispo.”

“Brother-in-law? Debbie was an only child. I’m confused.”

“That’s ok, he will be too.” Dave said with a grin.

“If we are going to ambush the assholes when they come back, it’s probably time to crack out the stuff Jason left us.”

“You get the things out of the attic and I’ll get the lamps.”

Ten minutes later, they were in Bill’s garage. Bill had the attic ladder down and was carrying a box under one arm as Dave came in with two of the ugliest ceramic clown lamps they ever saw, one blue and the other red.

“I’m telling you, these are the most hideous things. I can’t tell you the heartache I went through to keep them.”

Bill smiled. “You mean they clashed with your décor?”

“Hell, Ray Charles said they were ugly!”

“Jason made us promise to keep them until either he asked for them back or we were in real trouble. I guess now is real trouble.” Bill said soberly as he set the box on the workbench along the wall.

Dave handed him the blue lamp.

“I figure this way we each get to smash one.”

They stood there, each holding a lamp. Finally, Dave went first, dropping it to the concrete floor, where it broke into pieces. Bill was right behind him, his also shattering. Inside the lamps was a weird little hunk of metal and a piece of paper. Bill looked at the paper and started reading out loud while Dave picked up the metal bits.

‘Guys, if you are reading this, then things must be desperate. Hopefully you haven gotten rid of the carbines. The box has some new stocks and the lamps, well swap in the new trigger groups and be careful and stay safe.’

Bill turned the paper over in his hands. There was a picture diagram of how they went into the carbines.

“Well, there’s a ten-thousand dollar fine and ten years in jail.” He said as he looked at the parts in Dave’s hands and mentally compared them to the pictures.

“That ought to make the ambush more interesting.”
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Years ago at the old SoCal gunshows, they were huge and there were bins of random old surplus parts you could dig through. I remember one where it was priced by the ziplock (something like $30 for a sandwich bag worth) this was back when you had the 4 mile and 8 mile show. That was the literal calculation of the distance if you lined the tables end to end.
there was shit out on the tables you could only dream about seeing these days, like a guy who had a dozen fiber barrels, each with at least 15-20 Garand stocks, another 5-6 barrels of carbine stocks. Another guy had arsenal crates full of SKSs and when the price was calculated it worked out to be somewhere around $115.89 each if you bought the whole crate, and you would get a better deal on the Mosin Nagants because if you bought a crate full, you would half a dozen spam cans of 762x54r to go with it.

and bread was a quarter, milk was 50c, and all the other bygone price bitching
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Years ago at the old SoCal gunshows, they were huge and there were bins of random old surplus parts you could dig through. I remember one where it was priced by the ziplock (something like $30 for a sandwich bag worth) this was back when you had the 4 mile and 8 mile show. That was the literal calculation of the distance if you lined the tables end to end.
there was shit out on the tables you could only dream about seeing these days, like a guy who had a dozen fiber barrels, each with at least 15-20 Garand stocks, another 5-6 barrels of carbine stocks. Another guy had arsenal crates full of SKSs and when the price was calculated it worked out to be somewhere around $115.89 each if you bought the whole crate, and you would get a better deal on the Mosin Nagants because if you bought a crate full, you would half a dozen spam cans of 762x54r to go with it.

and bread was a quarter, milk was 50c, and all the other bygone price bitching
Hey! I do remember the good old days!
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The box had some paratrooper style stocks and half a dozen thirty round magazines, still in their wrapper.

“I guess he figured if we were getting fun switches, we might need more than the fifteen round mags.” Dave said as he read the packaging.

“Yeah, but the problem is having enough ammo for them. Just filling these up will use up most of what I have left.”

“So, no hosing things down?”

“Depending on what happens, using it up to get rid of the rest of those assholes will be ammo well spent.”

“How do we make sure we get ‘em?” Dave’s question was one Bill was trying to figure out the

“I’m not sure. The big thing is we protect the motel. All the other stuff is secondary. If we have Elsa on one of the motel cabins where she can see the whole line of buildings. Then we can have you or me with one of the carbines in position to unload on them if they stop to do anything.”

“That sounds like something that can get out of hand in a heartbeat. How long to we keep us here to do that?”

“At least until Jessica can be moved to the house.” Bill answered.

“And afterward?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do we keep the state guy and his pet deputy from poking around too much?”

“Gabe had an idea while we were putting the fake burn marks on the store. After we get everything we want out of the motel, we hose a couple of the buildings with bulletholes then burn the rest of the place down. With the motel gone, it might make the state guy want this place less.”

“With what I told them, they might just assume the bandits came back, which would pull the blame off us and onto the other side. It could work to throw the raiders off if we get done moving stuff and bug out.”

Bill thought about this before he said anything.

“If we burn the motel, we should also do the store and the shop too. By the spring, this place will look like any one of a hundred old leftovers along Route sixty-six.”

Dave nodded. “We disable the gas pumps on the north side and take the ones on the south away completely, then drag the dumpster over the fill points for the back side tanks. If the state doesn’t move in, we could still fuel up before we go north.”

“I got some poly tanks we can use to store fuel at the house just in case we can’t come back and load up.”

“Good.” Dave looked around the garage. “You know, if we are burning the shop and the store, we should bring whatever junk and trash we have around the houses and put it in there before we burn it, otherwise, it will be easy to see they buildings were already empty when they burned.”

“I like it. Anything we can do to throw all of them off, I’m for.”

“We better get with Stephen and lay out the plan.”
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Up North, in the Cabin


“Huzza! It sounds like Stephen won’t have to walk all the way.” Barbara said as she walked down the stairs.

“That’s great! Any word about their burn chick?” Randy said as he was setting the table for breakfast.

“No, other than she is still alive and they still need as much info as we can dig up to help.”

“If she’s as bad off as it sounds, is that a good thing?” Benji said from the kitchen.

“Our Smokejumper want-a-be has a good point. He’s the one studying all that fire shit. Life after bad burns is going to be rough. Is it a good thing she’s still kicking?”

Barbara didn’t have a good answer ready for that one, especially since she asked Stephen the very same question last night. She waited and waited for forever it felt like until he answered her. What it came down to was it was forty percent, mostly trunk, she’s all of fourteen, and she was still fighting so he sure as hell wasn’t giving up on her.

“Stephen thinks so. She’s all of fourteen, still fighting so he isn’t ready to quit on her. That’s why we aren’t going to quit on her either. After breakfast, a couple of us should keep going in the plant books. We might find some old remedies in there he can use.”

“A couple of us? What’s the third doing?” Benji asked as he scooped the food on their plates.

“I was thinking fishing or looking for more game trails. I’d rather get some bigger meat in the house before it gets too cold. That way we don’t use up all the squirrels snaring them early in the winter.” Barbara said as she started moving stuff around on her plate.

“If it’s fishing, I guess it’s me or you, Barbara. Benji can’t sit still long enough for the fish to even know he threw anything in the water, much less get a chance to bite the hook.” Randy said as he poured some coffee.

“Yeah, yeah. You know, if all three of us fan out, we stand a better chance of bringing something back, then we all hit the books this evening.” Benji counteroffered.

“Might not be a bad plan.” Barbara commented before bowing her head.

After everyone’s silent blessing, they all started eating. There were things to be done and they needed to get to them.
 
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