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LawPoet

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I posted a "love" smiley on your #2274. You have raised a crucial issue which requires readers to examine their values and resolve. The question presented is this: Given normal societal norms, founded in relevant part upon common Judeo-Christian values, what are allowable and/or proper responses to acts of supreme brutality and evil? This is not a simple question. I do not attempt to answer it as it is a situation-specific quandry.

This problem or dilemma or moral debate is explored in horrific detail by Thomas A Watson in his series, Forgotten, Forbidden America. The sixth entry in the series, Sin Eaters, to some, arguably crosses the line between "punishment" and "counter-evil" arguably more heinous than that perpetrated by wicked people. It is one of the few PAW stories that deserves an "X" rating for extreme savagery. [Fiction can change us.]

This is a problem for our day. Within the foreseeable future we may well be required to ask ourselves, where do Christian patriots "draw the line" in defense of their faith, their families, and their freedoms. You are to be commended for your willingness to enter this "uncharted territory" within which not merely our lives but also our souls may hang in the balance.
 
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ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The convoy back north was uneventful. It was decided to take everything back to Zeds to sort out. Then the next day Zed and Jesse could go bury the girl. Doug Emilia and Heidi could go back over to Doug’s cabin where they had more space for them as well.


It was a thoroughly worn out crew there at Zed’s that evening. Zed warmed up some homemade chili for dinner. He said the meat was good for them. No one wanted to talk much over the meal. Everyone was tired but too amped up to just go to sleep. Zed was sorting through the pistols and rifles recovered from the bad guys. Heidi and Emilia were playing with the IPads. Doug was sorting some of the medical supplies he brought back. And Jesse was trying to put together some simple repeaters they could use between Zeds and Doug’s. While all of this was going on, Jesse had the scanner covering some of the frequencies he had listened to earlier. Suddenly, he heard some familiar voices. Voices he had heard a few other times on the radio recently. As the voices came across the speaker, the whole room went silent. Everybody was listening hard.

A familiar woman’s voice. “Hey, kids, company’s coming. Looks like a 15-Pax van. Can’t tell how many on board. You might have too many and have to abort.”

A different woman’s voice came on. “We will bail if we can’t handle it.”

The first voice was back. “Kids, pincer, one block offset. Three per. Abort.”

The second voice came back at her. “Negative. We can do this. We are going to run a twin, offset uphill, then smack the response.”

The first voice was back, loud, demanding, and insistent! “All teams ABORT! Four Jeeps, not two! Acknowledge!”

The second voice was just as frantic. “****************! Cover the kid! I’m to the east in line for the uphill jeeps! I will try and pull them this way and vanish so she can get free. Kid! Rabbit!”

Jesse heard the radio frequency on his unit change. He was picking up another frequency, but it was the same first voice, just a different frequency.

“Spike! Fire Call! It’s GO TIME!”

The next voice on this new frequency was a male voice. It sounded sleepy but responsive. “Sitrep?”

The first voice was back. Her voice came back rushed and punctuated by the sound of a heavy caliber rifle.

“Ground team scattered, five hunter groups in the area. I am engaging so I expect sooner or later to be located. This location is burned so I will make the best of it until they really start closing in. I need your partner up here before they get here, and I need you on SAR to collect the kid. Faith is trying to move east and work the hounds that way. I need the spare bag for my stick, I’m running low.”


Everyone in the room was on the edge of their seats, waiting for more. A new female voice came over the radio. “Guys! Bad Guys using NVGs and lasers.”

The radio was silent after that for a long time. Finally, everyone but Jesse went to bed. Jesse was napping in the chair, hoping to hear something, hell, anything.

Dawn was almost here when Jesse heard the male voice on the radio again.

“Ramp Control to all Aircraft in the pattern. Report status.”

Silence

“Anyone up on this net?”

The second woman’s voice came through weak and scratchy

“Faith 23, working the pattern to the east, low on gas and supplies.”

The male voice again.

“Ramp Control, any others out there? Come up on the net.”

Then the first woman’s voice came over the radio next.

“Ramp Control, this is Winchester 53 and 72, Bingo on offload.”

The male again.

“I have the missing wingman. ATC can you take over the pattern? My hands are full now.”

The first woman returned stronger and more commanding.

“ATC to all aircraft. Return to the remote field VFR as needed. Keep an eye out for additional aircraft in the pattern not on the net. Faith 23, can you check the punchbowl approach, that pattern appears to be empty now.”

Jesse recognized the voice now. He had been hearing it off and on as ATC since the start of the disaster. Now he was really confused.
 
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ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
LawPoet said:
I posted a "love" smiley on your #2274. You have raised a crucial issue which requires readers to examine their values and resolve. The question presented is this: Given normal societal norms, founded in relevant part upon common Judeo-Christian values, what are allowable and/or proper responses to acts of supreme brutality and evil? This is not a simple question. I do not attempt to answer it as it is a situation-specific quandry.

This problem or dilemma or moral debate is explored in horrific detail by Thomas A Watson in his series, Forgotten, Forbidden America. The sixth entry in the series, Sin Eaters, to some, arguably crosses the line between "punishment" and "counter-evil" arguably more heinous than that perpetrated by wicked people. It is one of the few PAW stories that deserves an "X" rating for extreme savagery. [Fiction can change us.]

This is a problem for our day. Within the foreseeable future we may well be required to ask ourselves, where do Christian patriots "draw the line" in defense of their faith, their families, and their freedoms. You are to be commended for your willingness to enter this "uncharted territory" within which not merely our lives but also our souls may hang in the balance.
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And Zed and Jesse were at most guilty of desecration of the dead. If they were evil, they would have hoisted the guys up the light poles alive.
 
Shotgun Willy

Shotgun Willy

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LawPoet said:
I posted a "love" smiley on your #2274. You have raised a crucial issue which requires readers to examine their values and resolve. The question presented is this: Given normal societal norms, founded in relevant part upon common Judeo-Christian values, what are allowable and/or proper responses to acts of supreme brutality and evil? This is not a simple question. I do not attempt to answer it as it is a situation-specific quandry.

This problem or dilemma or moral debate is explored in horrific detail by Thomas A Watson in his series, Forgotten, Forbidden America. The sixth entry in the series, Sin Eaters, to some, arguably crosses the line between "punishment" and "counter-evil" arguably more heinous than that perpetrated by wicked people. It is one of the few PAW stories that deserves an "X" rating for extreme savagery. [Fiction can change us.]
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I've read Watson's Blue Plague series and his main character is definitely ethically challenged. Really like that series though.
 
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LawPoet

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Shotgun, I've never read any part of Blue Plague, because Zombies somehow don't appeal to me. The series is highly regarded, as is the author. But your observation about "ethically challenged" is the essence of my comment.

CCG: Right, dismembering corpses is hardly even a crime, but in today's society, where a significant segment of our populace makes a formal complaint to THE UN [that paragon of world virtue] against our Fed. law enforcement on the grounds that non-lethal defensive weapons violate the GENEVA CONVENTION [WTFrack? We aren't even parties!] "MORAL BOUNDARIES" ARE ALREADY A HUGE ISSUE FOR OUR DAY.

The virtue of PAW fiction is that it creates a "linguistic laboratory" where we can explore, discuss, define, evaluate, and test "ethical challenges". CCG's little band of heroes, woefully outnumbered and outgunned, have already had to respond to such challenges:

* Must they give enemies a "chance to surrender"--to whom and with what consequences is uncertain.
* Even "mere" dismemberment might be deemed by some snowflakes as barbaric; beneath civility.
* Do "the supposed good guys" have a duty to "shoot to wound", not kill.
* Are explosives or chemical weapons allowable under any circumstances.

I respectfully submit I'm not holding pins and trying to count angels here. EVERY NIGHT, IN PORTLAND AND ELSEWHERE, HONORABLE FEDERAL PEACEKEEPERS, DULY AUTHORIZED AND CHARGED WITH THE PROTECTION OF FEDERAL LIFE AND PROPERTY, ARE PUBLICLY AND VICIOUSLY DENOUNCED, AS SUBHUMAN "PAWNS OF ORANGE MAN"--Satan's Proxy! [Significantly, their state/local counterparts appear to claim MORAL SUPERIORITY by ignoring, allowing, or even aiding the "peaceful protesters".]

BEFORE 1-1-21 YOU AND I [a-l-l o-f u-s] WILL BE CONFRONTED WITH "ETHICAL CHALLENGES" ARISING FROM AND RELATED TO OUR CURRENT CIVIL DISCORD. This "most excellent" tale of TEOTWAWKI is helping us "map out" our ETHICAL BOUNDARIES before we are confronted with such decisions. Before we "lock and load" we must define our personal rules of conduct so that we may defend hearth, home, and homeland with Heaven's approval.
 
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Lone_Hawk

Lone_Hawk

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LawPoet said:
Shotgun, I've never read any part of Blue Plague, because Zombies somehow don't appeal to me. The series is highly regarded, as is the author. But your observation about "ethically challenged" is the essence of my comment.

CCG: Right, dismembering corpses is hardly even a crime, but in today's society, where a significant segment of our populace makes a formal complaint to THE UN [that paragon of world virtue] against our Fed. law enforcement on the grounds that non-lethal defensive weapons violate the GENEVA CONVENTION [WTFrack? We aren't even parties!] "MORAL BOUNDARIES" ARE ALREADY A HUGE ISSUE FOR OUR DAY.

The virtue of PAW fiction is that it creates a "linguistic laboratory" where we can explore, discuss, define, evaluate, and test "ethical challenges". CCG's little band of heroes, woefully outnumbered and outgunned, have already had to respond to such challenges:

* Must they give enemies a "chance to surrender"--to whom and with what consequences is uncertain.
* Even "mere" dismemberment might be deemed by some snowflakes as barbaric; beneath civility.
* Do "the supposed good guys" have a duty to "shoot to wound", not kill.
* Are explosives or chemical weapons allowable under any circumstances.

I respectfully submit I'm not holding pins and trying to count angels here. EVERY NIGHT, IN PORTLAND AND ELSEWHERE, HONORABLE FEDERAL PEACEKEEPERS, DULY AUTHORIZED AND CHARGED WITH THE PROTECTION OF FEDERAL LIFE AND PROPERTY, ARE PUBLICLY AND VICIOUSLY DENOUNCED, AS SUBHUMAN "PAWNS OF ORANGE MAN"--Satan's Proxy! [Significantly, their state/local counterparts appear to claim MORAL SUPERIORITY by ignoring, allowing, or even aiding the "peaceful protesters".]

BEFORE 1-1-21 YOU AND I [a-l-l o-f u-s] WILL BE CONFRONTED WITH "ETHICAL CHALLENGES" ARISING FROM AND RELATED TO OUR CURRENT CIVIL DISCORD. This "most excellent" tale of TEOTWAWKI is helping us "map out" our ETHICAL BOUNDARIES before we are confronted with such decisions. Before we "lock and load" we must define our personal rules of conduct so that we may defend hearth, home, and homeland with Heaven's approval.
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LawPoet,

Thank you for your frank comments. I for one made those decisions many years ago. For those that have not made that decision, your window of opportunity to decide is closing quickly. How you decide will determine the fate of you and your loved ones.
 
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LawPoet

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I love your dedication Lone Hawk. It's not just a question of "how far", but also WHEN. We've got friends here on these Boards shouting: "Kill them all and let God sort them out!" This story is helping us with the timing and circumstance issue of defense.

If I'm walking down a Portland street in broad daylight and a masked man approaches me in a swim suit with open and empty hands and says: "Die, Whitey!" I can't perforate him and expect to avoid the wrath of man's justice or God's Judgment. CCG has started a "crash course" in ethics by means of the scenarios he advances.
 
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Texican

Texican

Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Lone_Hawk said:
LawPoet,

Thank you for your frank comments. I for one made those decisions many years ago. For those that have not made that decision, your window of opportunity to decide is closing quickly. How you decide will determine the fate of you and your loved ones.
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Wise words LH.

Pulling the trigger will be difficult, but not as difficult as watching your loved ones being murdered.

Texican....
 
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LawPoet

Contributing Member
CCG: One Year Anniversary. Looking back, are you surprised? Did you ever imagine you would write a very well-received book? The timing of your art and it subject matter are providential. Would you deny you received help from unseen sources? Do you doubt you have been guided to bless the lives of others?

You have not just pounded out a piece of cheap fiction. I hope you have a chance to reflect in some quiet and comfortable place about how far this has all come; the friends you've made; the sense of a community of excited fans; the opportunity to share medical art and trade-craft and so much more.

Please excuse me for my comments, which may lack decorum, but I cannot help but feel a sense of weight, importance, meaning, progress. Bless you and your wife for your special service to all of us here. I say this in all sincerity and appreciation. I come here to read your story and share in a common experience with people I admire--even if only from a distance.
 
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Freebirde

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LawPoet said:
If I'm walking down a Portland street in broad daylight and a masked man approaches me in a swim suit with open and empty hands and says: "Die, Whitey!" I can't perforate him and expect to avoid the wrath of man's justice or God's Judgment. CCG has started a "crash course" in ethics by means of the scenarios he advances.
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I would have to judge them by their stance and movements. I am not as good as I once was, but I probably could kill or cripple you quicker with my bare hands than I could with a sword. Within six feet trained empty hands are as dangerous as a gun.
 
ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
There was some more radio traffic the next night, just as cryptic and brief. Jesse was glued to the set for days, hoping for more, but traffic died off to nothing on those frequencies. He spent more time on other channels. The country wasn’t seeming to recover. Many things were coming apart. There wasn’t much talk any more about rebuilding. Other events in the country were starting to overtake. The electronic banking system fractured and finally failed, but that took a couple months.

Doug, Heidi and Emilia spent a couple days working through the supplies and splitting things between the two locations. Before they went back over to Doug’s cabin. Along the way they set up the small repeater Jesse built so they could talk on the radio between the two cabins. Heidi and Emilia settled in at Doug’s cabin. One of the first projects after putting away a half a truckload of supplies was rearranging and clearing out the rescue equipment room. This was done to get back a third bedroom. Time went quickly.

Once a week passed, it was time to check the main camp. With other things in the works, Doug suggested Zed and Heidi do the reconnaissance in the flatbed. They could also load up another batch of the supplies. Doug had an ulterior motive in his suggestion as well.

Zed knew what the front gate sign and warning looked like and would notice changes. Heidi was really familiar with how they left the boxes of supplies and such. Between the two of them, they could pick up on any signs. This would leave Doug, Emilia and Jesse free for a little errand he had planned.
 
ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Zed and Heidi found tracks and signs of some activity, and Heidi thought there were a few boxes missing, but couldn’t be sure. They went around all the buildings and couldn’t find any additional activity of any significance. The bodies on the lawn were already showing ravages by scavengers. In another two weeks, they would be completely gone. They decided to leave them.

Zed took Heidi on a walkabout out to see the ‘keep out’ sign. She was duly impressed and told him so. The two of them loaded the flatbed up with most of the remaining supplies. Heidi tried to think of what ells they needed but came up empty. One more trip later and they will have it all secured. It was a fairly happy crew driving back to Doug’s, where they were going to leave this load of supplies since he had more storage space in the barn.

Rolling into the yard at Doug’s, they saw Jesse, Doug and Emilia out front to greet them, big grins plastered on their faces.

Heidi was a bit hesitant stepping out of the truck.

“What are you guys up to now?”

Emilia came up and took Heidi’s hand and pulled her along.

“Come on, mom. We got you something.” She led Heidi into the cabin. They went past the main room and down the hallway. They stopped at the old SAR gear room. Emilia threw out her arm like a game show model.

“Look!” There in the room was a bed, a dresser and a chair. “What do you think of my new bedroom?”

Heidi got a puzzled look on her face. Emilia kept talking.

“I now have my own room. That means YOU now have your own room! We went to the Lookout tower and got the furniture and bedding. We now have a real place, Mom.” Heidi grabbed Emilia in a big hug, then pulled Doug into the embrace too, a soundless thank you whispered to Doug.
 
ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The weather closed in, the weeks went by. As Christmas neared, Doug and Heidi began doing some patrols looking for activity. Usually it would be Doug and sometimes Emilia or Heidi and either Jesse or Zed as Heidi started learning the area more and more.

Jesse spent more and more time on the radio, trying to follow what was seeming to be the collapse and breakup of the country. It didn’t happen all at once, but he kept seeing the elements head more and more in that direction. He tried to update everyone on the outside worlds activities.
Christmas was a week away when Doug told Zed and Jesse he was going to go over and find Garen’s place and Find Angelique. Things seemed to have stabilized for the winter in the park and he wasn’t as afraid of dragging trouble to his doorstep now. Jesse told him to take the radio in case they ran into trouble since he expected Heidi and Emilia were going with him.

That evening, Zed and Jesse were sitting around the table after dinner when Jesse’s radio crackled to life. Worried something happened to Doug, he raced over to the radio, only to find it was a different frequency, one he wasn’t anticipating.


“Redbeard, this is Sprout. Redbeard, this is Sprout.”

It was Paige. With everything going on, it was good to hear her voice, but it also made him worry why.

“Sprout, this is Redbeard. Good to hear your voice. What’s going on?”

“Redbeard, can’t talk long, low on batteries. Executing PACE Plan Echo, Repeat PACE Plan Echo. Myself plus three. Timeline not solid yet. How Copy?”

Jesse was floored. Paige was headed here. What else has gone wrong he hasn’t heard about that an active duty Marine is headed his way, unofficially. She has three others with her. Who? Why? Shit!”

“Copy Echo, four. Let us know how we can help.”

“I will when I know more, Redbeard. Sprout out.” And the carrier wave went dead.

“Zed, My granddaughter Paige is headed this way. I told you about her having that as an emergency plan, right.”

Zed was looking over at him, the buttstock he was shaping with a rasp in his hands. “You mentioned it. What’s going on that she needs to do that? Not that I mind the company any more, but something isn’t right here.”
 
ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Things had settled into a pleasant routine. Doug had fully recovered from his injuries and was now almost back to his full strength and stamina. He was teaching Heidi about medicine and the park. He was also working with Emilia who showed a very strong aptitude for the plants and wildlife things. She devoured the old book he had on the bookshelf from the twenties and thirties taking about the flora and fauna of the park.

Heidi had set up a makeshift gym in the barn with weights, crossbars for body with exercises and such. She even had Emilia and Doug started getting stronger. Emilia made Doug teach her how to cross country ski. It was a wonderful fall and winter after such a horrible beginning. When Doug told Heidi and Emilia he thought it was safe enough to go look for Angelique, they insisted on going with him.


Doug, Heidi and Emilia went most of the way to the west corner of the park on the snowmobile. The plan was to get close, then go in foot so they didn’t make a lot of disturbance. It was a fine morning. They parked the snowmobile in a small stand of pine trees where it would be protected by the weather and easy to find again, then set out on snowshoes. Doug knew basically where they were headed but not exactly. Doug and Heidi had their lever guns and pistols and Emilia had the pistol she got from her mother on her as well. You couldn’t be too careful.

After an hour of waking, they were approaching a dense thicket when they heard soft movement behind them. Emilia recognized the sound right away; cross-country skis. They turned towards the noise when a muffled woman’s voice came from in front of them.

“It’s a little late for trick-or-treat and I don’t see reindeer, although two of you are short enough for elves. You want to explain yourselves, carefully. The rifles need to stay on your shoulders.”

Doug was looking ahead now, trying to find the source. Finally he saw a lump behind the trunk of a tree ahead of them. He also saw the muzzle of a weapon aimed directly at him.

“Just up here looking for a friend. Thought I was still inside the park and not on someone’s land. .” He held his hands out to his sides, palm forward to show they were empty. He turned his head to the side. “Heidi, Emilia, take it easy.”

The sound of the skis was now off to their left. Doug thought maybe thirty feet. Too far away to do anything to, too close to not get shot if they decided to.

The woman in front of him spoke again.

“So, who are you looking for and why?”

Doug figured the voice was muffled by her scarf. All he could see is some sort of scarf and some mirrored snow goggles.

Doug slowly reached up and pulled his hat off and spoke up.

“I’m the Ranger for this part of the Park. I’m Doug, and you are?”

At this, the woman stood up straight and stepped out into the open. The head wrap was pulled off her head and face, the goggles pushed up. The woman was taller than she first appeared, easily at least six feet. Doug got a good look at the face for the first time and visibly relaxed.

Heidi was confused. Throughout the whole exchange, she was worried she might have to start shooting. When Doug relaxed, she wasn’t sure why.

“Doug, you took your sweet ass time. Damn glad you made it! Who did you bring with you?”

“Kara, you’re a hell of a site for sore eyes. I got to ask, Please tell me Angelique got here.”

From off to the left, they all heard a gasp. The person on the skis was coming closer. Doug looked over. The woman was wearing an old battered green wool coat. A submachine gun was slung around her neck, hanging loose at the end of its sling. She stepped out of the bindings and walked forward, pulling her scarf and goggles down. Her jet black hair falling free. Doug saw those hazel eyes he knew so well, even though they were watery and leaking down the woman’s face.

“Daddy?”

Doug and Angelique embraced and cried for a long time there in the snow.
 
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ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The older man closed the worn book he was reading from and looked at the two children in the bed.

“And that is the start of the story of how you’re Great-great-great-great Grandmother and the other Founders started to come together in the beginning to create our Clan. Now, time for you two to go to sleep.”

The twins squirmed around. They seemed wide awake.

“Grandpa, we don’t want to go to sleep! We want to hear more!” One of them exclaimed.

“Not tonight. I will read you some more tomorrow.” He heard some sound in the hallway and turned to look. There in the doorway was his youngest daughter, the twins’ mother. “Kids, say your prayers and go to sleep. I’ll read more to you tomorrow, I promise. The weather is supposed to be bad, so I will tell you the next part about Paige. You will like her.” With that, he stood up and walked to the doorway into the hall where he greeted his daughter with a hug. Behind them he could hear them reciting their prayer.

“I will be without fear in the face of my enemies

I will stand brave and upright that the Lord may love me

I will speak the truth always even if it means my death

I will protect the helpless and do no wrong”
​

Katrina broke the embrace and walked with him to the living room.

“Dad, aren’t they a little young for the Journals?”

“They are eleven, Kat. You were younger when you started reading them.”

“I know, and I know what’s in them. I don’t know if they are ready for them.”

“Look at this way. If I read them to the children, I can do some creative editing to avoid some of the things they shouldn’t be focusing on. I’m sure you don’t want to answer or explain any of the racier scenes with Kara in Volume 5 like I had to.”

“What do you mean ‘you’ explain? You told me to go ask my older sister!” she exclaimed as she slapped her father on his broad shoulders. They both stood looking out the windows at the sky and the woods beyond the wall.

“It’s important they know where they came from and their heritage. Isn’t that the big element in the fight you had with Barry?” He looked at her. She was standing there in her high necked sweater. He could see her features highlighted by the flicker of the lanterns. Her build was always that of her mother, but in this light he saw more of her grandmother, his mother in her. God! What a bundle of trouble if she turns out half a willful as his mother.

“It was the fuse for a long simmering fight; the last straw.”

Not really, but she knew better than to tell him the real last straw. The bruises from Barry’s fingers around her throat were still visible under the sweater. The fight had been brewing for years. She was from the mountains, him from the city. He was proud to show off her beauty but she was supposed to be his obedient trophy, not a real partner in the marriage. She kept teaching the kids her ways and skills, he kept fighting her all the way. It all came to a head the other day. He screamed at her he ought to ‘kill you so you don’t infect MY children with your mountain trash ways’. He really meant it, too. Her bruises were evidence. She escaped and brought her girls up to dad’s house. She knew they would be safe with him. She told him just enough to warn him and went back to town to fix some things.

This evening she had just returned from the Sherriff in town. She showed him the bruises and explained in no uncertain terms she was the victim and would not tolerate nor entertain anything to the contrary. She knew Barry would go to him demanding justice for her ‘unprovoked attack’ on him. He would also demand she turn over the kids. Neither were going to happen.

“I’m here to swear out my claim of attempted murder of me by Barry. If he tries to press his position, tell him if he’s smart, he will let the whole thing drop. He will never see the kids again. I have taken them and myself home to Clan lands. Where you have no jurisdiction and if he shows his face, I will assume it is to finish what he started when he tried to choke the life out of me. His life will be forfeit.”

The Sheriff knew she wasn’t kidding. He went to school with her growing up. He was surprised Barry was still alive.

Silas looked over at his youngest. She was lost in thought. He hated that all of this went on, but he was glad she was back home, where she belonged and was safe from that backstabbing weasel. He hadn’t liked Barry, but she said he made her happy back then. Now he had all his children and grandchildren back within the Clan lands, safe and sound.

“Kat, if you didn’t show back up tonight, I was going to send your brothers out to find you, and find Barry.”

Kat shuddered to think of her brothers tearing up the town looking for her. It would be like turning a pair of ass-shot wolverines loose in a daycare.

“Its ok, dad, I’m here.”

“It’s a good thing, too. Those two wild colts of yours need a lot of training if they are going to live up to their namesakes.”

Silas pulled out a bottle and two glasses while Katrina checked to make sure the kids were actually trying to sleep. She peeked in the door and saw, all curled up, Heidi and Kara, fast asleep. Sleep well, she thought as she pulled the bedroom door shut.


Here Ends Part 2
 
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ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
One year ago, I tossed a small piece about Bekka and a tidal wave onto this site. the story grew and evolved, due to the readers here and their encouragement. the wife is working through the edits of one, and some on 2. There will be enough improvement and expansion to bring new scenes and surprises to those who have read this first rough draft. No major changes, just making things more fluid and expanding on the well established elements of each character. No scenes will be cut, only added.

The end of two was , like the ending point of one, influenced by the wife's suggestion. "I got it, 'Princess Bride' them' she said. So now we have the viewpoints clarified some. All the way back at the beginning, Bekka starts telling the story. Evidently either she or the person she was telling it to, wrote it down. I do not necessarily intend to fill the 100 plus years I might be implying. Part three picks up around where we currently are, with Paige. We will also see the crews from one and two as well somewhere as we go through three and four. Those two are the only ones I currently have in my head right now.

I want to thank everyone for all your reading and encouragement.

Hopefully maybe Monday I can start part three. Until then, what do you think?
 
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ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

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As it stands now, 553 pages of word document, 273761 words, and using the standard calculation of 300 words to a standard novel page, it would be a 913 page novel. By the end of the wife's edits and clarifications, Part 1 and Part 2 will break a thousand novel pages. That's a hell of a year. I couldn't have done it without you guys.
 
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LawPoet

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Awesome. Thank you CCG.

Consider alternative publishing options, which could include Patreon for NEW BOOKS. You have an already complete Book 1 and Book 2. Those could be published in alternative formats: e-book; "print on demand"; paperback; etc.

BUT, you have a CORE of really faithful followers who could pay $5 -10?? a month for NEW CHAPTERS OF NEW WORKS. Amazon is not generous to authors--especially new ones. So, established authors are selling their fiction for $6-10+ as mere e-books. I do not know the Patreon fee scale; but cannot believe it is very high. What if you had 50 fans her paying you $5-$10 a month with a promise of NEW CHAPTERS EVERY WEEK? Sign me up; count me in. You have a demonstrated history of SHORT BUT FREQUENT UPDATES rather consistently rolled out every week. $250/month could grow as readers thrilled with BOOKS 1 & 2 join the ranks of Patreon supporters. You could publish here, but a couple of weeks AFTER Patreon subscribers already had "first rights to read".

"Value Added"? Special features for Patreon subscribers could include: author's notes; heightened dialogue with author/wife options; maps; lists of SUGGESTED MEDICAL SUPPLIES; etc. -- there's got to be other possibilities.

To me, PATREON is the way to continue future volumes. The question is HOW MANY "CORE FOLLOWERS" WOULD PAY MONTHLY FOR YOUR FICTION? Since Amazon only pays you $1 or less for every $3 e-book, I just don't think it's a good way to go. Plus, I've heard (all second hand) a lot of criticism of Amazon from fiction authors.

Maybe ask your fan base here. If reception is luke-warm, you consider other options. Talk to your wife; friends; counselors like a CPA/Attorney, etc. How hard is writing in light of other demands, like that "day time job" which pays the bills?
 
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Freebirde

Senior Member
Opps!!!

"Doug, Heidi and Emilia went most of the way to the west corner of the park on the snowmobile. The plan was to get close, then go in foot so they didn’t make a lot of disturbance. It was a fine morning. They parked the snowmobile in a small stand of pine trees where it would be protected by the weather and easy to find again, then set out on snowshoes. Garen knew basically where they were headed but not exactly. Garen and Heidi had their lever guns and pistols and Emilia had the pistol she got from her mother on her as well. You couldn’t be too careful."

CCG, I am so glad to see this story is going to keep going on.
 
ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Freebirde said:
Opps!!!

"Doug, Heidi and Emilia went most of the way to the west corner of the park on the snowmobile. The plan was to get close, then go in foot so they didn’t make a lot of disturbance. It was a fine morning. They parked the snowmobile in a small stand of pine trees where it would be protected by the weather and easy to find again, then set out on snowshoes. Garen knew basically where they were headed but not exactly. Garen and Heidi had their lever guns and pistols and Emilia had the pistol she got from her mother on her as well. You couldn’t be too careful."

CCG, I am so glad to see this story is going to keep going on.
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I have no idea what you are talking about. I see nothing!

Thats the problem talking to the wife about Garen and Bekka while writing about Doug, Heidi and Emilia (Fixed it above)
 
Texican

Texican

Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
CCG,

Enjoyed both Parts 1 & 2. You are a talented writer with inspiration from your DW and fans.

Part 3 on Monday, great.

Seems like procreation took hold to make a clan in the park land and beyond.

Texican....
 
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