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goat. Anyway, this is Becky, my wife."
"Becky nodded. She was a middle-aged, thin, almost gaunt, woman with gray streaks already appearing in her hair.
"And this is Martha. She is single, in case yer interested." He winked at me and Martha blushed. She was probably the youngest of these people, and looked to be in her 30s.
"And that there is Slim's wife, Yo-Yo. Her real name is Yolanda, but we all call her Yo-Yo."
"And I wish you wouldn't," Yo-Yo said. "But I am pleased to meet you folks. Both Slim and Yolanda appeared to be in their 50s.
I was beginning to feel uneasy. Not about these people, because they seemed harmless. I felt uneasy because it had been an hour and I had forgotten to set a watch. Cap would have had my hide if he were here.
I stood and said, "if you folks don't mind, I want to have a look around."
"You want to see our stuff?" Martha asked.
"No Ma'am, I want to check the perimeter for any dangers." Julie tossed me the binoculars after I slung the Mosin over my shoulder.
"Climb up on top of that shed over yonder. There is a ladder against the back. It will give you the best view, but we haven't seen a soul until you folks showed up," Bill said.
"Thanks Bill," I said. "I will be back in a few minutes. You folks keep right on talking. Thank you for breakfast."
"You are most welcome," Yolanda said. "This is fun for a change."
I climbed to the top of the shed. Someone had built a small platform there. I assumed it was a lookout point. I wondered if they used it often.
Raising the binoculars I slowly scanned the horizon. I heard them before I saw them. Several vehicles were coming toward us. As best I could tell, there were two old pickup trucks and an old car. The truck beds were loaded with men. Right now they were four or five miles away. They would be on us in less than ten minutes.
Chapter 4
Wayne
I climbed down the ladder and went back to the table. By now the sound of the encroaching vehicles was noticeable and everyone was getting up from the table to look.
I signaled Julie and Yeti. "Please get the horses and cart as far out of sight as you can."
They both scrambled off to hide our horses and gear. Yeti moved surprisingly fast for his bulk.
"Well, I reckon we will meet them at the road, like we did you folks." Bill said.
"They might not be friendly," I said.
"Why wouldn't they?"
"They might be the gang we saw several days ago that murdered a man for his old truck."
Bill turned to the others. "What do y'all want to do? I am going to meet them."
I interrupted. "Any of you want to greet them with Bill, follow him. The rest of you come with me. There isn't much time."
Slim and Yolanda followed me, as did Martha. We gathered at the cart.
"Julie, please dig out the guns," I said. Yeti helped her while I took the Mosin and looked for a vantage point that would let me cover Bill and Becky. I saw one fifty yards away and made for it on the run.
Yeti
I helped Julie get the guns out of the cart. They were already loaded. Wayne said they would be useless to us if they were not always loaded.
I was scared. I had never fired a gun in my life, nor had I been shot at before. I was pretty sure I would die if this turned into the gun battle that Wayne seemed to think it might. After all, I was the biggest and slowest target. I could tell Julie was worried too. She seemed slightly less competent than usual and I could feel her fear. The other three were feeling no fear. I thought that was because they were too slow to realize what might happen. I chose one of the 30-30s because it seemed familiar from one of the video games I played.
Wayne
I had been in place for three minutes when the convoy arrived. The lead vehicle stopped about 25 feet from Bill and Becky. There were two men in the car, and two in each truck cab. In the two truck beds there were ten others. They were all armed; most with rifles, some with pistols, and two with machetes.
The apparent leader got out of the car
"Becky nodded. She was a middle-aged, thin, almost gaunt, woman with gray streaks already appearing in her hair.
"And this is Martha. She is single, in case yer interested." He winked at me and Martha blushed. She was probably the youngest of these people, and looked to be in her 30s.
"And that there is Slim's wife, Yo-Yo. Her real name is Yolanda, but we all call her Yo-Yo."
"And I wish you wouldn't," Yo-Yo said. "But I am pleased to meet you folks. Both Slim and Yolanda appeared to be in their 50s.
I was beginning to feel uneasy. Not about these people, because they seemed harmless. I felt uneasy because it had been an hour and I had forgotten to set a watch. Cap would have had my hide if he were here.
I stood and said, "if you folks don't mind, I want to have a look around."
"You want to see our stuff?" Martha asked.
"No Ma'am, I want to check the perimeter for any dangers." Julie tossed me the binoculars after I slung the Mosin over my shoulder.
"Climb up on top of that shed over yonder. There is a ladder against the back. It will give you the best view, but we haven't seen a soul until you folks showed up," Bill said.
"Thanks Bill," I said. "I will be back in a few minutes. You folks keep right on talking. Thank you for breakfast."
"You are most welcome," Yolanda said. "This is fun for a change."
I climbed to the top of the shed. Someone had built a small platform there. I assumed it was a lookout point. I wondered if they used it often.
Raising the binoculars I slowly scanned the horizon. I heard them before I saw them. Several vehicles were coming toward us. As best I could tell, there were two old pickup trucks and an old car. The truck beds were loaded with men. Right now they were four or five miles away. They would be on us in less than ten minutes.
Chapter 4
Wayne
I climbed down the ladder and went back to the table. By now the sound of the encroaching vehicles was noticeable and everyone was getting up from the table to look.
I signaled Julie and Yeti. "Please get the horses and cart as far out of sight as you can."
They both scrambled off to hide our horses and gear. Yeti moved surprisingly fast for his bulk.
"Well, I reckon we will meet them at the road, like we did you folks." Bill said.
"They might not be friendly," I said.
"Why wouldn't they?"
"They might be the gang we saw several days ago that murdered a man for his old truck."
Bill turned to the others. "What do y'all want to do? I am going to meet them."
I interrupted. "Any of you want to greet them with Bill, follow him. The rest of you come with me. There isn't much time."
Slim and Yolanda followed me, as did Martha. We gathered at the cart.
"Julie, please dig out the guns," I said. Yeti helped her while I took the Mosin and looked for a vantage point that would let me cover Bill and Becky. I saw one fifty yards away and made for it on the run.
Yeti
I helped Julie get the guns out of the cart. They were already loaded. Wayne said they would be useless to us if they were not always loaded.
I was scared. I had never fired a gun in my life, nor had I been shot at before. I was pretty sure I would die if this turned into the gun battle that Wayne seemed to think it might. After all, I was the biggest and slowest target. I could tell Julie was worried too. She seemed slightly less competent than usual and I could feel her fear. The other three were feeling no fear. I thought that was because they were too slow to realize what might happen. I chose one of the 30-30s because it seemed familiar from one of the video games I played.
Wayne
I had been in place for three minutes when the convoy arrived. The lead vehicle stopped about 25 feet from Bill and Becky. There were two men in the car, and two in each truck cab. In the two truck beds there were ten others. They were all armed; most with rifles, some with pistols, and two with machetes.
The apparent leader got out of the car
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