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at it, then looked at Jerry, who smiled and aimed the .30 carbine in that direction. He flutter-triggered it, causing about 10 rounds from the 30 round magazine to fire in rapid succession. Somebody cried out, and rolled into sight. Earl nailed him with the 30-06.
“Another militia guy,” said Charlie, who could see him lying in the dirt.
The Sheriff got up again, and made his way to the ladder. He climbed up like his life depended on it, and jumped in.
“He okay?” called Frank.
“Yeah, just shook up. I’m going to take a good look around with my field glasses. If I see anything, I’ll use clock speak, with 12 O’clock high being right out the front door of the blind.”
“Good idea,” said Jerry. “That scattergun won’t do much up there unless the bad guy is really close.”
“Nothing between 9 O’clock and 12 O’clock that I can see. Not that much cover over there.”
“Good.”
“Lots of cover between 12 O’clock and 3 O’clock. Can’t see in there very well.”
Charlie scurried over to where Frank and Jerry were.
“I’m going over to the parking area. If there’s a vehicle there, I’ll knife the tires.”
“I’ll go with you,” Jerry said. “Damn good idea.”
“I’ll keep watch here with the police dog,” Frank said. “Better sneak by Earl and Jackson, though, so they don’t take a shot at you.”
“Yeah, it’s on the way anyhow,” Charlie said. They snuck over there.
“Earl and Jackson, heads up,” Charlie said. “We’re coming over.”
“Come ahead,” Jackson said.
“We’re going to go see if there’s a vehicle in the parking area, and if there is, we’re going to slash the tires.”
“Good plan. We’ll cover you,” Earl said.
“Thanks, guys,” Charlie said. He and Jerry crept slowly forward, following the creek. They made it to the crossover in minutes, and soon they were moving slowly down the pathway to the parking area. An old pickup truck sat in the parking lot.
Jerry touched Charlie’s back. He turned, and Jerry got close and whispered.
“Look, I see feet behind the back side of that truck bed,” Jerry said.
“Wow,” Charlie said. “Good eyes. I see him now.”
“I’ll go around the right and see if I can get the drop on him,” Jerry said. He slowly moved over.
Then there was the sound of a rifle cocking.
“Hold it right there, friends,” said a voice from behind some bushes.
Chapter 6 – Body Disposal
“Drop the guns,” the man behind them said. Jerry and Charlie looked at each other. They both put their guns down in front of them.
“Now, turn around real slow,” the man said. “Keep your hands where I can see them.” The two men slowly turned around.
Jerry looked the man over. Total redneck, old guy. He’s not going to be fast enough if I do something, he thought to himself. Then he saw some movement in the bushes. Earl.
“Hey, Jimmy, come on out,” the redneck said. “I’ve got these guys under control.”
“Why,” came a voice from behind them, by the truck. It sounded like it came from a scared teenager.
“You’ve got to make your first kill sometime,” he said. “No walking away from it this time. Get over here, boy.”
“No,” the voice said.
“Oh, shit, you’ve got to be kidding me,” the redneck said with an exasperated tone. “Alright. You two, get down on your knees.”
Jerry and Charlie looked at each other. Jerry cracked a slight smile, and then made his eyes point over past the redneck. Charlie nodded, and they kneeled down. Then Earl’s rifle went off. The redneck fell to the ground, his gun flying off to the side. Charlie dived for it, then turned and shot the younger man dead. Jerry looked at him with disbelief.
“Why’d you do that?” he asked. “That was just a kid, and he was afraid to kill us.”
“Use your head, Jerry,” Charlie said. “We don’t have a place to keep prisoners, and this kid was going to try to get back to his group. No way am I letting him
“Another militia guy,” said Charlie, who could see him lying in the dirt.
The Sheriff got up again, and made his way to the ladder. He climbed up like his life depended on it, and jumped in.
“He okay?” called Frank.
“Yeah, just shook up. I’m going to take a good look around with my field glasses. If I see anything, I’ll use clock speak, with 12 O’clock high being right out the front door of the blind.”
“Good idea,” said Jerry. “That scattergun won’t do much up there unless the bad guy is really close.”
“Nothing between 9 O’clock and 12 O’clock that I can see. Not that much cover over there.”
“Good.”
“Lots of cover between 12 O’clock and 3 O’clock. Can’t see in there very well.”
Charlie scurried over to where Frank and Jerry were.
“I’m going over to the parking area. If there’s a vehicle there, I’ll knife the tires.”
“I’ll go with you,” Jerry said. “Damn good idea.”
“I’ll keep watch here with the police dog,” Frank said. “Better sneak by Earl and Jackson, though, so they don’t take a shot at you.”
“Yeah, it’s on the way anyhow,” Charlie said. They snuck over there.
“Earl and Jackson, heads up,” Charlie said. “We’re coming over.”
“Come ahead,” Jackson said.
“We’re going to go see if there’s a vehicle in the parking area, and if there is, we’re going to slash the tires.”
“Good plan. We’ll cover you,” Earl said.
“Thanks, guys,” Charlie said. He and Jerry crept slowly forward, following the creek. They made it to the crossover in minutes, and soon they were moving slowly down the pathway to the parking area. An old pickup truck sat in the parking lot.
Jerry touched Charlie’s back. He turned, and Jerry got close and whispered.
“Look, I see feet behind the back side of that truck bed,” Jerry said.
“Wow,” Charlie said. “Good eyes. I see him now.”
“I’ll go around the right and see if I can get the drop on him,” Jerry said. He slowly moved over.
Then there was the sound of a rifle cocking.
“Hold it right there, friends,” said a voice from behind some bushes.
Chapter 6 – Body Disposal
“Drop the guns,” the man behind them said. Jerry and Charlie looked at each other. They both put their guns down in front of them.
“Now, turn around real slow,” the man said. “Keep your hands where I can see them.” The two men slowly turned around.
Jerry looked the man over. Total redneck, old guy. He’s not going to be fast enough if I do something, he thought to himself. Then he saw some movement in the bushes. Earl.
“Hey, Jimmy, come on out,” the redneck said. “I’ve got these guys under control.”
“Why,” came a voice from behind them, by the truck. It sounded like it came from a scared teenager.
“You’ve got to make your first kill sometime,” he said. “No walking away from it this time. Get over here, boy.”
“No,” the voice said.
“Oh, shit, you’ve got to be kidding me,” the redneck said with an exasperated tone. “Alright. You two, get down on your knees.”
Jerry and Charlie looked at each other. Jerry cracked a slight smile, and then made his eyes point over past the redneck. Charlie nodded, and they kneeled down. Then Earl’s rifle went off. The redneck fell to the ground, his gun flying off to the side. Charlie dived for it, then turned and shot the younger man dead. Jerry looked at him with disbelief.
“Why’d you do that?” he asked. “That was just a kid, and he was afraid to kill us.”
“Use your head, Jerry,” Charlie said. “We don’t have a place to keep prisoners, and this kid was going to try to get back to his group. No way am I letting him
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