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Authors: William Allen
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Yes, I broke out one of my big words.
Instead, Ruth opted for the Yugoslavian made Simonov SKS rifle I stripped from the backyard bandit. Bone stock with the ten round attached magazine and nicked wooden furniture, the SKS wouldn’t win any beauty contests but was a solid, reliable rifle.
“My daddy taught me how to shoot with one of these,” she explained, “before he bought me my first deer rifle.”
So I kept the CETME and handed Ruth a cloth bag full of spare ammo for her rifle, preloaded onto stripper clips. She thanked me with a smile that made her somewhat pinched features flash very pretty. I realized Ruth would have been considered very attractive before, but worry and short rations had taken their toll. Also, I noted she took the same care as Amy did to dress down and keep her hair covered.
When I went back to the dead thug with the big .308 battle rifle to snag his magazine carrier chest rig, I felt a little shiver run up my spine as I saw the body armor he wore underneath. Had I not shot him in his exposed armpit, my bullet would have merely knocked him down and not killed him. Maybe not even have knocked him down, for that matter. Probably just pissed him off.
From my reading, I knew the 38 Special round was decent, having been a staple with law enforcement for many years, but was not really what was considered a man stopper. My only experience with the caliber was second hand, since my mom used 38 Special in her 357 Magnum when she wanted to target practice with low recoil.
I said nothing about the armor as I used a rag cut from the dead man’s undershirt to wipe down the blood from the chest rig, armor, and other gear. I would need to clean everything up later, but now I was working on short time and wanted to get us on the road. I stripped off my light jacket, put on the armor and cinched up the Velcro side straps, then wrestled the chest rig and magazine holders over the armor. I felt thirty pounds heavier but I thumped the ballistic chest plate and grinned.
The corpse had a 1911 still holstered at his hip and I claimed the gunbelt and spare magazines, loading everything into a duffle bag destined for the covered truck bed. That would go to Amy unless I found something better for her.
The other two bandits also carried rifles that I took for our trouble. One, a tricked out Ruger 10/22 with synthetic stock, 2x scope and a trio of 25 round magazines, I set aside for Amy as well. This wasn’t a battle rifle but I knew she could shoot it and one of the packs she found in the truck contained nearly a thousand rounds of 22LR to be added to our ammo stock.
I also picked up three extra pistols from the dead men since the Schecters had their own, as well as every round of ammo I found on the bodies. I was unsurprised to find that all four men had small amounts of gold and silver coins in their packs, as well as dozens of gold rings, necklaces and such. I felt bad for the rightful owners, but took everything anyway.
The other rifle was an AK-47 style semi-automatic rifle, a WASR I think they were called, with three spare magazines and a half full magazine still in the rifle. I offered the WASR to Stan for his use and the man declined, saying he would keep the Savage or switch for his wife’s shotgun. He explained he figured he would be driving anyway. Ruth was quick to shoot that idea down.
“Honey, how are you going to shift with your ankle the way it is? I’ll drive and you can help protect us if you’ll let Luke show you how to use that other rifle.”
Ruth had a point and we all knew it, so Stan shrugged and I took ten minutes to run him through the basics for using the Romanian made rifle. This pattern of rifle was fairly straightforward and while not known for its accuracy at longer distance, the weapon was easy to maintain and service. Well, if we needed sniping then Stan had the Savage. I found it interesting that Ruth automatically
Instead, Ruth opted for the Yugoslavian made Simonov SKS rifle I stripped from the backyard bandit. Bone stock with the ten round attached magazine and nicked wooden furniture, the SKS wouldn’t win any beauty contests but was a solid, reliable rifle.
“My daddy taught me how to shoot with one of these,” she explained, “before he bought me my first deer rifle.”
So I kept the CETME and handed Ruth a cloth bag full of spare ammo for her rifle, preloaded onto stripper clips. She thanked me with a smile that made her somewhat pinched features flash very pretty. I realized Ruth would have been considered very attractive before, but worry and short rations had taken their toll. Also, I noted she took the same care as Amy did to dress down and keep her hair covered.
When I went back to the dead thug with the big .308 battle rifle to snag his magazine carrier chest rig, I felt a little shiver run up my spine as I saw the body armor he wore underneath. Had I not shot him in his exposed armpit, my bullet would have merely knocked him down and not killed him. Maybe not even have knocked him down, for that matter. Probably just pissed him off.
From my reading, I knew the 38 Special round was decent, having been a staple with law enforcement for many years, but was not really what was considered a man stopper. My only experience with the caliber was second hand, since my mom used 38 Special in her 357 Magnum when she wanted to target practice with low recoil.
I said nothing about the armor as I used a rag cut from the dead man’s undershirt to wipe down the blood from the chest rig, armor, and other gear. I would need to clean everything up later, but now I was working on short time and wanted to get us on the road. I stripped off my light jacket, put on the armor and cinched up the Velcro side straps, then wrestled the chest rig and magazine holders over the armor. I felt thirty pounds heavier but I thumped the ballistic chest plate and grinned.
The corpse had a 1911 still holstered at his hip and I claimed the gunbelt and spare magazines, loading everything into a duffle bag destined for the covered truck bed. That would go to Amy unless I found something better for her.
The other two bandits also carried rifles that I took for our trouble. One, a tricked out Ruger 10/22 with synthetic stock, 2x scope and a trio of 25 round magazines, I set aside for Amy as well. This wasn’t a battle rifle but I knew she could shoot it and one of the packs she found in the truck contained nearly a thousand rounds of 22LR to be added to our ammo stock.
I also picked up three extra pistols from the dead men since the Schecters had their own, as well as every round of ammo I found on the bodies. I was unsurprised to find that all four men had small amounts of gold and silver coins in their packs, as well as dozens of gold rings, necklaces and such. I felt bad for the rightful owners, but took everything anyway.
The other rifle was an AK-47 style semi-automatic rifle, a WASR I think they were called, with three spare magazines and a half full magazine still in the rifle. I offered the WASR to Stan for his use and the man declined, saying he would keep the Savage or switch for his wife’s shotgun. He explained he figured he would be driving anyway. Ruth was quick to shoot that idea down.
“Honey, how are you going to shift with your ankle the way it is? I’ll drive and you can help protect us if you’ll let Luke show you how to use that other rifle.”
Ruth had a point and we all knew it, so Stan shrugged and I took ten minutes to run him through the basics for using the Romanian made rifle. This pattern of rifle was fairly straightforward and while not known for its accuracy at longer distance, the weapon was easy to maintain and service. Well, if we needed sniping then Stan had the Savage. I found it interesting that Ruth automatically
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