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goodbyes.”
Carter squeezed in next to Jack, and David sat across from them. The dull light of a rechargeable solar lantern cast ominous shadows on the canvas. “I know we all got other things on our minds,” Carter began, “but we gotta figure out what were gonna do next in this war. Barnes may be crippled, but he ain’t gonna ferget what we did to him. Until that pecker is dead, he’s still a danger to all of us.”
“Do you have something in mind?” David wondered.
“Ya mean besides killin’ the bastard? I think we need to find him, keep him on the run. I think we got ourselves an advantage right now, and we gotta keep it any way we can.”
Jack was having trouble concentrating on anything that didn’t directly have to do with Luke. “We can figure out how to deal with Barnes tomorrow,” he said. “Right now I think it’s time to take David to the cabin.”
Hiram Anderson was sound asleep when a message arrived from the communication center. Deb Wilson was requesting to speak with him immediately. He briefly wondered why she wasn’t asking for Carter, but then he remembered the situation with Luke. Given the late hour, he assumed that whatever she needed must be important. It took him several minutes to get dressed, then he found his best flashlight and hurried off to find out what she wanted.
The initial report from Fort Wayne was disturbing—someone had attacked two of his guards before some sort of explosion was set off on one of the defensive walls around the perimeter of the settlement. Hiram wanted to get Jack and Carter right away, but Deb convinced him that he should wait until she had more information. They were starting an evacuation procedure, just to be cautious. Deb said it was highly unlikely that a true evacuation would be necessary, but the practice would be an excellent drill in case they really did need to bug out at some point in the future. She told him to stay close to the radio and promised to contact him with an update as soon as she had one.
Hiram had complete confidence in all of his men, including the undersized company that he’d left in Indiana when the majority of his Utah troops accompanied him to Vicksburg. Still, he worried that there might not be enough soldiers to protect Fort Wayne from any type of coordinated attack if there was a significant breach in the wall. He hadn’t heard of any groups of brigands attacking settlements, but he couldn’t discount the possibility that some humans were surviving by preying off of others. He was mentally going over possible scenarios that could explain the attack on his men and the subsequent explosion when Deb called in with her update.
“Hiram?” He could tell by the sound of her voice that Fort Wayne was in trouble.
“I’m here; what’s the word?”
“Part of the wall is gone; we’re under attack by God knows how many hunters. We tried to blow the bridge but there’s something wrong with the detonator, and we’re in the middle of an all-out blizzard. We’re moving ahead with the evacuation, but I don’t know if we can get most people out of here before we’re overrun. I’m not even sure we should try. I’m open to suggestions here.”
Hiram felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. “You’re being attacked by the hunters? How many are there? Maybe the ones that’ve been hanging around across the river were attracted by the noise of the blast and are just taking advantage of the situation—”
“I guess I forgot to mention the helicopters,” Deb interrupted.
Hiram closed his eyes and willed his mind to remain calm. “Are you moving everyone to the river’s edge?” He pictured the fleet of small boats and canoes that were always waiting in their designated location.
“We’re trying; we’re doing the best we can,” Deb answered, her voice rising with emotion. “People will probably die if we do this. The weather keeps getting worse. We have blinding snow and the winds are
Carter squeezed in next to Jack, and David sat across from them. The dull light of a rechargeable solar lantern cast ominous shadows on the canvas. “I know we all got other things on our minds,” Carter began, “but we gotta figure out what were gonna do next in this war. Barnes may be crippled, but he ain’t gonna ferget what we did to him. Until that pecker is dead, he’s still a danger to all of us.”
“Do you have something in mind?” David wondered.
“Ya mean besides killin’ the bastard? I think we need to find him, keep him on the run. I think we got ourselves an advantage right now, and we gotta keep it any way we can.”
Jack was having trouble concentrating on anything that didn’t directly have to do with Luke. “We can figure out how to deal with Barnes tomorrow,” he said. “Right now I think it’s time to take David to the cabin.”
Hiram Anderson was sound asleep when a message arrived from the communication center. Deb Wilson was requesting to speak with him immediately. He briefly wondered why she wasn’t asking for Carter, but then he remembered the situation with Luke. Given the late hour, he assumed that whatever she needed must be important. It took him several minutes to get dressed, then he found his best flashlight and hurried off to find out what she wanted.
The initial report from Fort Wayne was disturbing—someone had attacked two of his guards before some sort of explosion was set off on one of the defensive walls around the perimeter of the settlement. Hiram wanted to get Jack and Carter right away, but Deb convinced him that he should wait until she had more information. They were starting an evacuation procedure, just to be cautious. Deb said it was highly unlikely that a true evacuation would be necessary, but the practice would be an excellent drill in case they really did need to bug out at some point in the future. She told him to stay close to the radio and promised to contact him with an update as soon as she had one.
Hiram had complete confidence in all of his men, including the undersized company that he’d left in Indiana when the majority of his Utah troops accompanied him to Vicksburg. Still, he worried that there might not be enough soldiers to protect Fort Wayne from any type of coordinated attack if there was a significant breach in the wall. He hadn’t heard of any groups of brigands attacking settlements, but he couldn’t discount the possibility that some humans were surviving by preying off of others. He was mentally going over possible scenarios that could explain the attack on his men and the subsequent explosion when Deb called in with her update.
“Hiram?” He could tell by the sound of her voice that Fort Wayne was in trouble.
“I’m here; what’s the word?”
“Part of the wall is gone; we’re under attack by God knows how many hunters. We tried to blow the bridge but there’s something wrong with the detonator, and we’re in the middle of an all-out blizzard. We’re moving ahead with the evacuation, but I don’t know if we can get most people out of here before we’re overrun. I’m not even sure we should try. I’m open to suggestions here.”
Hiram felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. “You’re being attacked by the hunters? How many are there? Maybe the ones that’ve been hanging around across the river were attracted by the noise of the blast and are just taking advantage of the situation—”
“I guess I forgot to mention the helicopters,” Deb interrupted.
Hiram closed his eyes and willed his mind to remain calm. “Are you moving everyone to the river’s edge?” He pictured the fleet of small boats and canoes that were always waiting in their designated location.
“We’re trying; we’re doing the best we can,” Deb answered, her voice rising with emotion. “People will probably die if we do this. The weather keeps getting worse. We have blinding snow and the winds are
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