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Authors: Renee Charles
Tags: Contemporary, Paranormal
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looked at Megan and gave the Suburban a quick scan before he answered. “Kyle if you don’t put that gun down I will see to it you pull latrine duty the next ten rotations.” Then he explained to Sam, “He just joined us a month ago. Came from bad circumstances and is wound a little tight.”
“Aren’t we all?” Sam interjected.
“I’ll let you in, but first I need to tell you the rules. We’re a small, peaceful community. We look out for each other, defend each other and don’t tolerate any nonsense. You understand?”
Sam nodded and stuck his hand out the window. “Name’s Sam.”
The man took Sam’s hand and shook it once. “I’m Argyle. And no jokes about socks, cause you haven’t got one I haven’t heard.”
“No sir. We’re not here to cause trouble.” Sam reached around, pulled an apple from behind his seat, and offered it to the man.
“Is that an apple?” Kyle’s eyes grew as big as saucers and his gun drooped pointing at the ground while he peered through Megan’s window to gawk at the fruit.
Argyle stared at it for a good thirty seconds before he raised his eyes to Sam. “There are little ones in there that need that more than I. Anything you are willing to part with will be divided up first among the children, then the adults.”
Sam put it away. “I understand.”
“That was an apple.” Kyle said again.
Megan couldn’t stop herself. “How long has it been since you’ve seen an apple, Kyle?”
She instantly regretted the question. Tears welled up in his eyes before he turned from her and went to the gate to open it for them. Megan’s heart shattered. If only she’d grabbed every apple off that tree. As it stood, she worried that they only had ten or eleven left.
By the time they pulled through the second fence, a crowd had gathered. The small camp consisted of four RV’s, two cab over campers and a fifth wheel scattered among smaller station wagons and trucks with camper shells. Megan took note, no tents. All the vehicles stood parked in a circle, guarding a dirt expanse in the middle where children played and chickens ran free among them. A large fire pit still smoldered in the center from the fire she’d seen the night before. Grass grew around the tires of each rig, and Megan imagined the ones with the tallest grass had been there quite some time.
Argyle returned to the window. “Pull up and park there next to that truck. Leave your car unlocked, but keep the keys on you.”
“Why would I leave my gear unlocked?” Sam folded his arms, and Megan shrank back in the seat again.
Argyle eyed him and shifted the weight of his gun back over his shoulder. “Because if you go and get yourself killed somehow, it would be a shame to have to knock out the window of a perfectly good shelter. Nobody steals here because we share everything.” He nodded toward a mountain of a man approaching. “Here comes Allan. He sort of runs things around here. Actually, organizes is more the right word. Anyways, he’ll make you comfortable. I’ve got to get back to my post.” He reached in and shook Sam’s hand one more time, then retreated to close up the inner fence again.
Sam parked, then turned to Megan. “Stay close.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her waiting for an answer, and she nodded. Sounded like a great plan to her. They climbed out of the Suburban, and Megan slid into her backpack as Sam hit the door locks.
“That’s not necessary here, friend.” The huge man extended his hand. “Allan.”
“Sam.” Megan joined him on his side of the Suburban, and welcomed his embrace as he wrapped an arm around her in a possessive manner. “This is Megan. We’re here to trade for gas, if possible. You can toss us out if you need to, but the car stays locked.”
Chapter Six
Sam kept one eye on Megan while he helped Argyle chop firewood on the other side of the camp, hating every inch of the dusty expanse between them. If something were to happen, could he get to her in time?
“Aren’t we all?” Sam interjected.
“I’ll let you in, but first I need to tell you the rules. We’re a small, peaceful community. We look out for each other, defend each other and don’t tolerate any nonsense. You understand?”
Sam nodded and stuck his hand out the window. “Name’s Sam.”
The man took Sam’s hand and shook it once. “I’m Argyle. And no jokes about socks, cause you haven’t got one I haven’t heard.”
“No sir. We’re not here to cause trouble.” Sam reached around, pulled an apple from behind his seat, and offered it to the man.
“Is that an apple?” Kyle’s eyes grew as big as saucers and his gun drooped pointing at the ground while he peered through Megan’s window to gawk at the fruit.
Argyle stared at it for a good thirty seconds before he raised his eyes to Sam. “There are little ones in there that need that more than I. Anything you are willing to part with will be divided up first among the children, then the adults.”
Sam put it away. “I understand.”
“That was an apple.” Kyle said again.
Megan couldn’t stop herself. “How long has it been since you’ve seen an apple, Kyle?”
She instantly regretted the question. Tears welled up in his eyes before he turned from her and went to the gate to open it for them. Megan’s heart shattered. If only she’d grabbed every apple off that tree. As it stood, she worried that they only had ten or eleven left.
By the time they pulled through the second fence, a crowd had gathered. The small camp consisted of four RV’s, two cab over campers and a fifth wheel scattered among smaller station wagons and trucks with camper shells. Megan took note, no tents. All the vehicles stood parked in a circle, guarding a dirt expanse in the middle where children played and chickens ran free among them. A large fire pit still smoldered in the center from the fire she’d seen the night before. Grass grew around the tires of each rig, and Megan imagined the ones with the tallest grass had been there quite some time.
Argyle returned to the window. “Pull up and park there next to that truck. Leave your car unlocked, but keep the keys on you.”
“Why would I leave my gear unlocked?” Sam folded his arms, and Megan shrank back in the seat again.
Argyle eyed him and shifted the weight of his gun back over his shoulder. “Because if you go and get yourself killed somehow, it would be a shame to have to knock out the window of a perfectly good shelter. Nobody steals here because we share everything.” He nodded toward a mountain of a man approaching. “Here comes Allan. He sort of runs things around here. Actually, organizes is more the right word. Anyways, he’ll make you comfortable. I’ve got to get back to my post.” He reached in and shook Sam’s hand one more time, then retreated to close up the inner fence again.
Sam parked, then turned to Megan. “Stay close.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her waiting for an answer, and she nodded. Sounded like a great plan to her. They climbed out of the Suburban, and Megan slid into her backpack as Sam hit the door locks.
“That’s not necessary here, friend.” The huge man extended his hand. “Allan.”
“Sam.” Megan joined him on his side of the Suburban, and welcomed his embrace as he wrapped an arm around her in a possessive manner. “This is Megan. We’re here to trade for gas, if possible. You can toss us out if you need to, but the car stays locked.”
Chapter Six
Sam kept one eye on Megan while he helped Argyle chop firewood on the other side of the camp, hating every inch of the dusty expanse between them. If something were to happen, could he get to her in time?
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