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two young and untested Knights Templar, freely searching the land for adventure and excitement, only lacking a royal charter and much needed expertise. But danger abounded, and they were ill prepared for even moderate trouble, runner or human. I worried for their continued survival, given their frequent mistakes and obvious lack of any real skill or planning. They were an amusing, cheerful pair, and clearly loaded with good intentions. I quickly grew fond of them, and probably bored them with repetitious instruction and worried advice.
As I bid Josh and Lou farewell in genuine sadness, I hoped that my counsel and education would help see them through. I admonished those bright-eyed boys to carefully heed my words and to use caution always...and to never take on more than was reasonable.
They promised their allegiance to my wisdom and desires, and swore that they would do me proud. It was that oath that haunted me ever after.
Maybe...maybe I should have taken them under wing a little longer...Maybe I could have saved them
... The decision to send those boys off would plague my worst dreams forever.
Since they had no real goal, other than adventure, Joshua and Louis decided to seek out their futures by heading southeast, while I was determined to find my way back to the faster river travel, which placed me in an easterly direction.
A day later, in a remote, heavily wooded, hilly area, Ben pulled me off of the road. We waited in concealment, but nothing happened and no one approached, which was the usual reason for Ben’s action.
In the distance I finally spotted Ben’s cause for alert. Looking down the scope of my rifle, I could make out the once familiar yellow form of a man or woman in a full hazmat suit. A good one, too; probably government issue. At one time, those outfits were everywhere, but now? Never.
Hmmm
....I pondered this strange development.
Investigate?
I hated to delay, but something so unusual requiredexplanation.
I moved closer. The person in the suit was setting a trap. A spring loaded big game or people trap using a large net to hold its quarry once the trigger was sprung.
For runners maybe?
Then I noticed “HELP US” signs in the area, with arrows pointing to the trap.
The trap itself was not so cleverly concealed, since any wary and reasonably observant hiker couldn’t help but notice some of the pieces.
What was the bait?
I studied further. Ah, another “help us” sign with a box beside it, a framed photograph of a nice-looking family sitting on top.
Rather devious
, I thought.
As the suit was finishing, I cautiously moved closer, with Ben by my side. I detected no one else in the vicinity. At just the right moment, I tossed a small log onto the trap’s trigger point and the whole thing went up into the air, working surprisingly well.
I heard a whimper of fear from the person in the suit; it sounded like a man. He whipped around, fumbling for something in a shoulder pouch, probably a pistol, but I already stood before him, my rifle with a dead-eye bead on his plastic covered head.
“Stop,” I said. “Put the bag down.”
He complied. The clear window of his mask was fogging up; his breathing was hard and audible.
“Sit down.” I commanded as I moved closer and crouched next to a tree, its solid girth providing a shieldagainst any potential adversary from the most likely direction of attack. I surveyed the area, far and near. Detecting no threats, I studied the fellow. The man had quickly complied with my order. Ben began sniffing around.
Then, after looking from me, to Ben, then back to me, he suddenly freaked out, “Oh my god, I know you! Oh dear god, please don’t kill me. Please don’t shoot! I wasn’t going to hurt anyone! I’m sorry! We really do need help, but no one would help us....No one would stop! We are desperate!” I backed away a little, scanning in all directions. Ben withdrew to my side. I had not expected such a wild, fearful reaction.
I
As I bid Josh and Lou farewell in genuine sadness, I hoped that my counsel and education would help see them through. I admonished those bright-eyed boys to carefully heed my words and to use caution always...and to never take on more than was reasonable.
They promised their allegiance to my wisdom and desires, and swore that they would do me proud. It was that oath that haunted me ever after.
Maybe...maybe I should have taken them under wing a little longer...Maybe I could have saved them
... The decision to send those boys off would plague my worst dreams forever.
Since they had no real goal, other than adventure, Joshua and Louis decided to seek out their futures by heading southeast, while I was determined to find my way back to the faster river travel, which placed me in an easterly direction.
A day later, in a remote, heavily wooded, hilly area, Ben pulled me off of the road. We waited in concealment, but nothing happened and no one approached, which was the usual reason for Ben’s action.
In the distance I finally spotted Ben’s cause for alert. Looking down the scope of my rifle, I could make out the once familiar yellow form of a man or woman in a full hazmat suit. A good one, too; probably government issue. At one time, those outfits were everywhere, but now? Never.
Hmmm
....I pondered this strange development.
Investigate?
I hated to delay, but something so unusual requiredexplanation.
I moved closer. The person in the suit was setting a trap. A spring loaded big game or people trap using a large net to hold its quarry once the trigger was sprung.
For runners maybe?
Then I noticed “HELP US” signs in the area, with arrows pointing to the trap.
The trap itself was not so cleverly concealed, since any wary and reasonably observant hiker couldn’t help but notice some of the pieces.
What was the bait?
I studied further. Ah, another “help us” sign with a box beside it, a framed photograph of a nice-looking family sitting on top.
Rather devious
, I thought.
As the suit was finishing, I cautiously moved closer, with Ben by my side. I detected no one else in the vicinity. At just the right moment, I tossed a small log onto the trap’s trigger point and the whole thing went up into the air, working surprisingly well.
I heard a whimper of fear from the person in the suit; it sounded like a man. He whipped around, fumbling for something in a shoulder pouch, probably a pistol, but I already stood before him, my rifle with a dead-eye bead on his plastic covered head.
“Stop,” I said. “Put the bag down.”
He complied. The clear window of his mask was fogging up; his breathing was hard and audible.
“Sit down.” I commanded as I moved closer and crouched next to a tree, its solid girth providing a shieldagainst any potential adversary from the most likely direction of attack. I surveyed the area, far and near. Detecting no threats, I studied the fellow. The man had quickly complied with my order. Ben began sniffing around.
Then, after looking from me, to Ben, then back to me, he suddenly freaked out, “Oh my god, I know you! Oh dear god, please don’t kill me. Please don’t shoot! I wasn’t going to hurt anyone! I’m sorry! We really do need help, but no one would help us....No one would stop! We are desperate!” I backed away a little, scanning in all directions. Ben withdrew to my side. I had not expected such a wild, fearful reaction.
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