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Cowboy Up
Chapter 1
Dawn Patrol​
[P]Tiger Abrams Sheridan rolled out of bed. Wincing as the cold floor quickly chilled his feet. The first rays of pre dawn light illuminated his room enough to find his pants and boots and pull them on. He headed into the kitchen and decided against cooking a hot breakfast. Digging in the bread box he found some French bread his wife had made the day before and tore off an end. Pouring a bit of honey over it he preceded to eat his breakfast. Between bites he cut the rest of the loaf open and started building himself a sandwich out of it. It was late summer so it would be a good sandwich, with fresh garden lettuce, onions, and even a nice plump tomato. A quick look in the cupboard found the remains of a lamb roast that he cut some slices off. A little ketch-up, salt and pepper and it was about a good a meal as a man could ask for.
[P]Then he threw a couple of old pieces of fence posts in the wood stove and got it started. At least his wife and kids would wake up to a little warmer house, and they could have a warm breakfast. He put his sandwich in his saddlebag and filled his water bottles. He liked to carry two quarts in each saddlebag. On a hot day one gallon of water didn’t go that far. He didn’t think it would be that hot, but once in awhile he had been caught out overnight, and he didn’t like going without water. His last act before he left the house was to collect his pistol and rifle. He belted the pistol on, and replaced two cartridges that were missing from the belt loops. Tiger had shot a porcupine the day before, and had used the two rounds to kill it.
[P] Just around the side of the house was a small corral with a windbreak that his second favorite horse stood waiting for him. He liked to keep a horse close to the house in case he needed it fast. If it was a real emergency, his favorite horse was under a tarp next to the door. The Suzuki quad-runner was only ran in do or die situations The last gas he had bought had cost a cool $45 a gallon. So at about $4 a mile to run, it sat idle. Except for about five minutes every other week he would pick a chore that the quad would really help him with and used it. He ran it just enough to keep the battery charged and the carburetor from getting full of gunk. Still it cost about $200 every time he filled it. So if he could get by with one tank a year that was fine with him.
[P] Tiger saddled his horse and slid his rifle into the scabbard. His saddlebags secured over the back and a blanket roll completed his gear for the day. First he rode past the barn just to make sure everything was okay. He also opened the hen house door, and was greeted by the chickens flying out in a frenzy of excitement. That was just normal for them. Chickens are like old folks, in bed way before sundown, and up before dawn. They scurried off to the four points of the compass, looking for their next meal. Satisfied that everything seemed to be okay. Tiger gave a short whistle and two border collies quickly fell in beside his horse. Today his plan was to ride the outer edge of his ranch and look for any sign of varmints, whether they were two legged or four legged.
[P]He liked to keep a close eye on things within about three miles of the ranch and in some places out to five. So he had a fair amount of riding to do just to make it around the place. He started off to the west because in the early morning it was easier to see in that direction and wind generally came up later in the day out of the west. He didn’t want to be riding into the wind so this worked out pretty well. Usually the wind would go down in the evening and he wouldn’t have to ride into it again coming back.
[P] Once he started off, the collies, Ding and Dong seemed to know where he was going and headed out in front of him casting about for smells. It didn’t take long for them to flush a covey of partridges. Tiger smiled to himself. Life wasn’t very easy anymore, but it seemed to be a lot more rewarding. He had plenty to eat, his work was rewarding, and his family was happy. Sure he couldn’t afford to drive anywhere any more, but the world had definitely changed in a way that suited him and his family. Most of the crap had been trimmed out of his life by two different but far reaching events. The first was the bird flu. It had swept around the world like gossip through a high school. The second closely followed the first. The financial markets had fallen apart in just a few short days after the deadly flu started reeking its destruction on the world. For the most part, the entire financial system collapsed and ceased to exist. All the American dollars that had floated around the world didn’t even make good toilet paper. The Arab states infuriated at losing so much of their wealth, decided to embargo the US, leaving just a few countries left to supply the US with oil, and they weren’t real worried about selling oil with their populations dieing of Bird Flu. Unlike in a war the factories and infrastructure were still intact, but the people needed to run the country were decimated. It took people to run railroads, and utilities, and a lot of people were gone. The ones that were left had to scramble just to keep themselves fed and warm.
[P] In a sad way it was lucky the bird flu hit first. At least when the economy self destructed there were a lot less people to suffer its deadly legacy. No one really knew how many people had died, but it was a lot. If there had still been 300 million Americans to feed a lot more would have died of starvation in those first few years. Even now with the last of the bird flu gone the way of the dodo, people still went hungry in America.
[P] Most economists knew that the meltdown was coming. The economy had been on different forms of life support since the Tech bubble had burst in the late nineties. It had teetered wildly for several years, until it was ready to implode. The bird flu gave it that last push over the edge.
[P]The lack of oil brought most parts of the economy to a halt Tiger had a nice pickup, but he could not afford to run it. It was fairly new when the markets crashed, and he figured the tires would rot off of it long before he wore it out. He maintained it, in case he had an emergency. It cost around $1500 to fill the tank up, so it sat idle. He lived 45 miles from the closest town, or what was left of one.
[P]The crash had been five years ago. So Tiger unlike his father did not have credit card bills, or a mortgage to worry about. Even taxes for the moment were not a worry. People were more worried about eating than having a county or state government to support. Besides what could you pay your taxes with? Three chickens, and a goat. Mostly there wasn’t a lot of need for a lot of the government anyway. There was very little traffic, so no highway department. Welfare dept? Everyone needed welfare. Law and order were pretty much wild west style in most of the country. Sometimes it was more brutal and took a form that hadn’t been seen in centuries in America.
[P] We really didn’t need much of a defense department either. Our enemies were not immune to the bird flu either. China did not need to limit themselves to one baby anymore, and wouldn’t for a long time to come. All the highly populated countries in Asia had plenty of elbow room. No one had escaped what Tiger liked to think of as the “Day of the Dodo” When the birds took their revenge with Mother Natures helping hand.
[P]Tiger mused this as he worked his horse to the west. The warm sun on his back made him feel good, and the clean clear air kept him wide awake. It had seemed that before the change, him and his wife were headed in different directions everyday. The kids had to be in everything at school and out of school. It seemed like they never saw each other except at events. Somewhere deep down in his soul, he was sure it was some sort of social plan to weaken the family and make the government more powerful. The Romans referred to these activities as bread and circuses. Keep the people entertained and fed and the government could do whatever they wanted and no one paid attention.
[P] Now, he worked and played with his wife and kids. They read books aloud to each other, and played many board games, in the winter they would often put at least one 1000 pc puzzle together a day. And unlike many families they had food to eat. Sometimes it ran pretty heavy to meat, but Tiger figured that is what predators are supposed to eat. He was a firm believer in that things happened for a reason and if God had wanted him to be a vegetarian he would have put his eyes on the side of his head. That was how animals that ate grass were designed. Nope, Tigers eyes were predator eyes. They weren’t mean or cruel, but if you looked in them you could see that he would do what needed to be done to survive.
[P]Mostly the country around Tigers ranch was open, with some long rolling hills and some ravines cutting thru it. So he could see quite a ways in most directions. When he came to a top of a hill he would stop just below the crest and ground tie his horse. Then would peek over the top of the hill using natural cover so he wouldn’t be sky lined. He very seldom rode along the top of a ridge. He liked to use the military crest. A term his Dad had taught him. His Dad had been a Tanker in the First Gulf War and had taught Tiger a lot of military science. It was also why his name was Tiger Abrams Sheridan. His Dad was a fan of Military History and loved the looks of the German Tiger tank. His Dad had also rode into battle on an Abrams and had rode out again, so he deemed the Abrams good enough to name his son after. Sheridan was also a tank name, even if it was a poor one. But there wasn’t much you can do about the family surname.
[P] Tiger used a pair of 10-40x70 NcStar Binoculars to survey the area. He usually carried a smaller pair of 10 power Stieners, but on these longer rides he liked to be able to SEE. Each time he stopped he would spend about fifteen minutes glassing the area around him. Often if you sat for a while things would start moving. The first several times all he saw was deer and antelope, and a lone coyote that was way out of rifle shot. He spent a couple extra minutes watching a pair of Chinese Pheasants sparring off with one another.
[P] He was coming up on one of the few roads that came through his property. It ran along the far edge of where he grazed his cows. He liked to keep them back away from the road. He didn’t want anyone to think his cows were free for the taking. With food still scarce, his cows made Tiger a wealthy man. He sympathized with the hungry people and would even donate one to the church in town as often as he thought was appropriate. More than once he had found cows with most of the carcass left to rot. That just burned him. Food was to hard to come by to waste it. Even when food was readily available Tiger did not believe in wasting it.
[P] When he came to the road he followed it to the north. It was mostly overgrown with weeds. There wasn’t enough traffic on the road to keep them down. A little farther down a side road joined the one he was on. He could see that the weeds had been trampled and that a group had been down the road. He rode up and started surveying the story the tracks told him. He was by no means an accomplished tracker, but had picked up a lot in the last few years. It’s surprising how much a person misses driving down the road at 70 mph. With a horse you see and hear a lot. The horse will pick a lot of things out that a man would normally miss. He paid close attention to horses ears, often the horse would point them at something he didn’t like. Usually it was benign, a bird or rabbit in the brush, but sometimes it was danger hiding in the brush. It was hard to get close to Tiger without being seen, his sharp eyes, the horse, and two dogs made sure of that.
[P]The tracks coming onto the road looked pretty fresh. One set was from what looked like a small group of people. He could see their footprints in the dirt between the clumps of grass. It looked like they also had some sort of cart they were pulling or pushing. That wasn’t unusual for these times. Most people used carts, wagons, or bicycles if they could get them. What worried him was that a newer track overtop of theirs was from a full size vehicle.
With the price of fuel no one ran vehicles if they could avoid it. There were exceptions of course. Too often it was those people that money didn’t matter too that had fuel to burn.
[P]Tiger didn’t like having someone operating this close to his home without knowing who it was, and what they were up too. The people on foot were most likely refugees just wandering looking for food or work. The people in the vehicle made him nervous. Too often it was thieves that used the precious fuel to overcome the less fortunate around them. For the second time he pulled out the large binoculars and scanned the road ahead of him, this time he took notice of the faint wheel tracks on the road and saw they vanished over the next rise. Satisfied he hadn’t missed something, he moved his horse to a lope and started following the tracks. He was pretty sure that the party in the vehicle was following the pedestrians and their attention would be on the pedestrians.
[P]Tiger slowed his horse as he got near the crest of the road he was following. He wanted to dismount and get a look over it before he continued on. As he dismounted his horse he thought he heard a shot in the distance, but wasn’t sure because of the creaking of the saddle leather as he dismounted. Checking his horse’s ears he knew his mind wasn’t playing tricks. The horses ears were cocked forward, both dogs were stopped and staring ahead too. Another report reached his ears. This one was much louder. He knew the creaking saddle wasn’t that loud and surmised that it was two different guns. Quickly he moved his horse into the ditch to give himself a lower silhouette. Tiger moved swiftly up the ditch as far as he could without revealing himself or the horse. He tied the horse to the remains of a barbwire fence that followed the road. Then moved up the ditch until he could see over the crest of the hill and see what was beyond.
[P]Tiger knew the lay of the land all around here and already had some idea that the shooting was coming from the Smith place just up the road. It had been abandoned decades ago, and incorporated into a larger farm. When the flu hit the house had been long abandoned and the new owners only used the grain bins, and the Quonset letting the rest of the buildings and yard deteriate.
[P] As he scanned the yard another rifle report drifted to his ears. He could see the cart overturned in the driveway. Gear scattered down the road behind it told Tiger that the travelers had been pushing it as fast as they could. His heart was chilled when he spotted a worn tennis shoe and leg protruding from behind the cart. It wasn’t moving, and either the person was dead or doing a convincing job of playing dead.
[P]He could see some movement in the house but could not make out any details. Behind an old combine towards the road he saw the attackers. They had wheeled their Ford pickup off the road and behind the cover of the outdated machinery that was along the driveway to the house. Watching the attackers he realized the louder reports he was hearing was coming from them. They all had rifles and the dimmer pops were from the house. Tiger quickly surmised that the people in the house only had a rim fire rifle that they were shooting back with.
[P] Closer examination of the attackers did not give Tiger much hope for the defenders. There were five of them. Three of them had spread out in the old equipment and were covering the house with rifles. The fourth was using binoculars to scan the house and seemed to be directing their fire. The worse thing that really bothered Tiger was the fifth man. He was not watching the house or shooting, he was watching the road behind them. Tiger swore slowly and forcefully under his breath. These weren’t just dumb thieves looking for a quick score off some unfortunate victims. They had training and coordination.
“Crap, crap, crap, crap” Tiger swore to himself. He didn’t know what the exact situation was. Maybe the people on foot were criminals and the attackers were a posse to bring them in. Tiger knew inaction could result in more deaths, but mainly he didn’t want it to be his own. He discarded the posse theory, figuring that they wouldn’t be watching their back trail if they were honest folks. It looked like the two parties were pretty well stalemated for the moment anyway. The attackers couldn’t get close to the house and the defenders couldn’t run them off. He knew that that couldn’t last long. The high powered rifles would sooner or later clean out the defenders in the house. Stick built houses were no defense against rifles. While the rim fire rifle that the defenders had couldn’t penetrate more than a layer of tin on the old machinery. Still before he started got involved Tiger wanted to know a little more and decided to get closer. At the minimum he figured he could slither away and they would never know he was there. Or maybe he could roll the dice of fate and change the course of lives.
[P]Once he decided on his action he swiftly moved back to his horse and started moving around the low hill. There was a shallow ravine on the other side of the hill that would give him cover almost to the farmyard. He trotted the horse up the ravine keeping to the soft sand on the bottom to muffle the sound of the horse. The ravine led right up to the road and would keep him out of sight all the way. Again he tied his horse to the same decrepit fence line and crawled up to the road and peered over. The road doubled as a dam and seeing their lookout peering in the other direction Tiger seized the opportunity to quickly move across the road and down into the pit on the other side. The water in the pit was very low letting him move around the edge easily without being seen. When he came up the other side would get him closest to the riflemen, he slowly crawled the short distance to a tree row of caragana trees. This was a good position to watch and listen from. The trees gave him cover and broke up his silhouette. The dirt that had blew in around their bases gave him a good earth berm to hide behind if someone started shooting in his direction.
[P]He eased up slowly to see what was happening. A bit of a grim smile crossed his face. He was close enough to hear the attacker’s inaudible voices. But he was close enough that if he decided to shoot, it would be hard to miss. Still Tiger had no intention of taking on five gun men by himself. Shooting from the house had diminished to the odd shot whenever a gun man made a target of his self to draw fire. Tiger figured the people in the house had limited ammunition. Ammunition wasn’t easy to come by. With travel and trade so diminished it was just hard to get goods moved to where they were needed. The attackers weren’t so frugal with their ammunition. Still they weren’t burning thru it either. A shrill scream from the house told Tiger that a round had found a target.
[P]His heart started to beat faster. The scream sounded like a woman’s scream. Tiger had been raised to respect women and wouldn’t tolerate them being abused. If only he knew what the situation was. He thought about sending a shot over their heads but figured that these guys weren’t the type to panic and leave. They would more likely take care of him and leave someone guarding the house to prevent their escape.
[P]One of the gunmen cupped his hands to his mouth and hollered towards the house. “Can you hear me?”
A feminine voice floated back. “Yes”
[P]“Come out of the house and I’ll make sure you only get a beating. Scott says if you don’t come back easy we can play with you as much, and as long as we want before we bring you back to the rest of the boys.”
The reply was quite vulgar and well thought out. Whoever the girl was, she had learned the art of swearing from the best. Her reply brought a quick volley of shots from each of the gunman. Her tirade was cut short by the flying lead. A squeal of pain from the house chilled me to a cold fury.
[P]Tigers mind raced. He had no doubt who was who in this fight now. It was all he could do to not blindly empty his rifle into them How could he take on five armed men and survive. He knew his only chance was to follow the advice from the movie Sergeant York. Shoot the back turkey first and work your way towards the front. That way you have a chance of hitting them all before they scatter. Tiger wondered how many shots he would get before the shooters realized that the report from his rifle was not one of theirs. He hoped that he could make a clean kill and the shooters would go down without alerting their comrades.
[P] Almost as if providence had answered his prayers a shot from the house made one of the gun men straightened up and slowly turn towards Tiger. He fell over in a heap that didn’t even quiver. A small hole was in the middle of his forehead. The shooters all stopped and stared at their obviously dead comrade.
[P] One screamed “You killed Andy! Whores! Your life is going to be endless pain!” Then the two remaining riflemen started pouring fire into the house. The spotter even pulled a pistol and started shooting.
[P]This was the moment Tiger had been waiting for he quickly centered the cross hairs of his scope on the base of the rear guards head. The guard had turned around and was watching the one sided fire fight, but Tiger wanted to get the man most likely to spot him out of the action. The Springfield bucked against his shoulder and the rear guard fell like a puppet being abandoned by a bored puppeteer. Tiger knew the man was killed instantly and would not be a threat.
[P]He quickly switched targets to the next nearest shooter. A large man shooting a AR-15. The man was laying down on the ground shooting around a large steel wheel. Tiger lined the sights up with what he could see of the man’s head, trying for another head shot. As he pulled the trigger his barrel dipped just a little and the shot went lower than he intended. The deep thump of a bullet striking flesh was clearly heard. The target arched his back in pain as the bullet tore his insides apart. Tiger felt his sphincters tighten instinctively. He knew his bullet was what Montanans call a North Dakotan heart shot. Straight up the butt to the heart. He couldn’t help but shudder. The thump had attracted the last shooters attention. He spun around and was trying to figure out where the shots were coming from. Tiger quickly drew a bead center of mass and fired, catching the last rifleman just below the ribcage and folding him up like a jack knife. The last man standing was the spotter. He was furiously trying to reload his pistol and had backed around the edge of the farm equipment out of Tiger’s line of sight. Tiger knew this could be bad if the man could get a rifle and return fire. While the rim fire rifle in the house wouldn’t shoot thru the light tin, his .308 would go thru it like it was paper. Before he could start perforating the old piece of junk, a shot from the house made the spotter lurch back into view. The spotter was screaming and holding his elbow. Tiger lined up his sights and fired. This time his shot was hurried and the spotter had moved towards cover as the shot was fired. The thump of the bullet told Tiger the shot had hit home, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t a kill shot. The man had fallen down out of sight of Tiger and the house.
[P]If there was one thing Tiger had learned bow hunting as a young man, it was patience. This was one of those bow hunter situations. You learn to sit tight and wait. He was pretty sure that not only was the spotter shot in the elbow, but he knew he had made a hit, probably on the upper leg or lower torso. There was nothing to be gained by rushing in. The man could still have some fight in him. He switched his aim back to the other rifleman, he wasn’t moving but Tiger didn’t want to take any chances and put another shot into his armpit. Even if the man had body armor on the bullet would definitely put him out of the fight.
[P] Now was the time for discretion over valor, and he changed magazines. He checked the time on his watch, so he could accurately time his waiting. In this type of situation it was impossible to tell time without a watch. If he was bow hunting he would wait twenty minutes before moving, giving the game time to bleed out and die. In this case he would wait ten minutes before leaving cover. He wanted to check on the people in the house, but his own safety came first. After a long ten minutes had passed. Tiger blew on the dog whistle he wore on a lanyard around his neck. His two border collies Ding and Dong came streaking across the road to him. He made a forward motion with his arm and the dogs streaked out in front of him. They quickly covered the distance to the dead attackers, casting back and forth between them. He watched them closely to see if they showed any unusual reactions to them. They quickly sniffed each body and he did not detect anything odd. They started to move outward, but he whistled them back. He didn’t want anyone in the house to shoot one of his dogs by mistake.
[P] He moved towards the house keeping an old combine between himself and the house. He didn’t think they knew what had happened to their attackers and didn’t want to be shot in a friendly fire incident. Moving up to the attacker’s position he again checked the bodies. The spotter was the only one he was worried about playing possum, but when he worked up to where he could see him. The blood that was sprayed around him on the grass and rusty iron told Tiger that the man had bled out just as he had expected.
[P]A closer look at the shooter he had put a second kill shot on made Tiger curious. There was no blood on the front of his coat. He could see the bullet hole in the coat, but no blood. He leaned down and unzipped the coat and found that the shooter was wearing a Level III armored vest with a trauma plate in the front.
[P]Tigers caution had saved his life. The man had been only knocked down by his first shot and had been playing possum. A Beretta 9MM in the man’s dead hand proved what his plan had been for Tiger.
[P]Now, Tiger needed to contact the people in the house and see if they would take his help or if they would be hostile to a stranger. He cupped his hands around his mouth just as the deceased man had done just minutes ago.
“Hello, the house. It’s okay. Don’t shoot! They are all dead.” He could hear excited talking in the house. “Your safe, you can come out.” He wasn’t sure how to gain their trust. He knew he wouldn’t come out if it was him.
[P] He was surprised when immediately the front door was flung open and a young woman ran across the yard and flung herself at the body on the ground. Following more slowly was another girl/woman. He wasn’t sure just which label fit. This one was carrying a small carbine and was keeping her eyes on the machinery Tiger was taking cover in. She moved over to the other girl never taking her eyes of the junk pile. Her eyes finally wavered to the other girl as she made sounds of emotional pain that tore through Tigers guts.
[P] He couldn’t help but move towards the unfortunate girl. The girl with the gun had lowered it to waist level and looked much more concerned with her friend. As he moved close enough to look he could see the leg was attached to a young man. He was obviously dead and the girl clung to his hand trying to stifle her sobs.
[P]Tiger wanted to hold the girl and let tell her it would be okay, but knew he couldn’t do that, or even that it would be calm the girl. It was hard seeing someone in so much pain and not being able to know how to help. He wasn’t sure who he was, friend, boy friend, husband, brother or even cousin? He didn’t know, but the death was definitely traumatic to her.
[P]Tiger caught the second girl’s eyes. “I just cleaned that junk pile out for you. Is there anyone in the house hurt?” He asked thinking of the scream of pain.
[P]The girl gasped and spun around heading for the house. Tiger winced as she dropped the carbine on the ground. His Dad had taught him to treat every firearm like a priceless antique and ingrained respect for them in him. He could only imagine the scratches and damage to the gun for being carelessly discarded. The chance of an accidental discharge didn’t thrill him either.
[P]He followed the girl back into the house and peered into the inside. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom he could see two figures working over another on the floor. He pulled his led flashlight from his pocket and directed it on the fallen figure. It was another girl. Tiger started to wonder how many girls there were in this house.
[P] The light revealed a grazing wound across the girls stomach and it looked like it had took a chunk out of her lower arm on the way past. The girls were busy trying to rip up some dirty rags to bind the wounds. “Stop, don’t put those nasty rags on her.” Tiger reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a hanker chief. He folded it over the long way and placed it over the wound. “This will at least keep the wound clean. Here let me have that towel” It was dirty but the hanky should keep the dirt out of the wound. Tiger wrapped it around the girl’s middle. He used his belt knife to split the ends of the towel so he could tie them together to put pressure on the wound.
[P]Tiger looked around for something to bind the arm. Seeing nothing that he would even wipe his hands on, much less put on a wound. Sighing he reached up and pulled his last good silk bandana from around his neck. He tied it around the girls forearm and sat back to see if there was any other first aid to be done.
The girl hadn’t even whimpered while Tiger bound her wounds. “This girl is either really tough, or in shock. I sure hope it’s tough.” He thought to himself
He looked at the other girls they seemed okay with him taking charge. “Is there any more of you?”
[P]They both shook their heads no. Now that the action was over they both seemed submissive to him. That worried him a little, but he was starting to form some theories about where they came from.
[P]“Where were you going?” He asked. They didn’t answer
[P]“Do you have a place to go?”
[P]“No.” One of the girls said almost inaudibly.
[P]“Well, your friend needs stitches and a Doctor if we can find one. Do you want to come with me?”
Neither one answered. Tiger decided that their capacity to make decisions on their own was probably non-existent. If their previous circumstances were what he suspected, they wouldn’t make decisions easily.
[P]“Okay, I want you to go help your other friend gather up your belongings.” Tiger said pointing to one of the girls. “You stay here and make sure she’s okay and get her ready to go.” He said indicating the injured girl. “I will go get their pick-up and bring it up here to the house and take you back to my place.”
[P] They both seemed okay with the idea. So Tiger went back out to the old machinery and checked out the Ford. It started up easily and the tank showed over ¾ of a tank of fuel. That was a good news, bad news item. They couldn’t have very came far and used that little fuel. Tiger had to wonder whether there were more to come looking for them, and how many there were?
[P] Tiger turned the engine back off, and went to strip the bodies of anything useful. He knew he needed to hurry and get the girl some medical care, but it looked like the bleeding had pretty well stopped when he bound them up. He didn’t want to leave their gear laying around either. It wouldn’t take long and wolves, coyotes, or wild dogs would be at the bodies. He didn’t want to try and salvage anything after that.
[P] He inwardly chuckled to himself thinking of all the movies he had watched where they just left the bad guys lay and continued into the sunset with their never ending source of ammunition. Obviously the Hollywood writers didn’t know much about surviving or war. Right now, Tiger wasn’t sure which category he was in, he hoped just surviving, but it often times felt more like a war. It was a battle that just never seemed to end. There were no relief platoons, or cavalry. You didn’t get to go to Paris or Tokyo for R&R. If you were successful you lived to see another day. If you weren’t then someone else would own your possessions tomorrow. Tiger’s most precious possessions were his family, and he had no intention of losing them, this gear would help secure their future. The girl’s too for that matter. Tiger figured one way or another they would need a lot of help.
[P]Tiger quickly gathered up the firearms, and ammo belts. Most of their clothes were in poor condition and weren’t worth messing with. But he stripped the bullet proof vest off the shooter that played possum. That was the best thing he had found so far. One man was wearing a fairly new pair of boots. Tiger stripped them off too. They weren’t his size but they would be good trading material. . He pulled their belts off and tossed their belt knives and multi-tools in the back of the pickup.
Tiger had a quick laugh as he pulled the belt off the shooter that had played possum. His belt buckle said “You can have my gun, when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.” He was a fan of irony and couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement.
“Don’t mind if I do.” He told the dead man as he pulled the Beretta out of his hand.
[P]A quick check of their pockets, yielded several pocket knives, a compass, and two hand held radios, as well as various oddities. Tiger knew that men of this type had to be carrying some money and he hadn’t found it yet. A more through pat down revealed two money belts, and a pouch on a necklace. The fourth man was making him wonder what he had done with his money. Tiger noticed that he was wearing tall cowboy boots, so he pulled both boots off to reveal a small pouch in the top of each one, plus a nice custom boot knife. The last man he just couldn’t find anything on. He decided it might be hidden in the pickup and gave up.
[P] Tiger pulled the pickup up to the house and instructed the girls to load their stuff into the pickup. There wasn’t a lot, but he had to make room for all five of them and he figured he had better bring the body of the young man too. He was pretty sure that they wouldn’t leave without him.
[P] There was an old poly tarp in the back of the pickup and well as a tool box behind the back window. Tiger would check the tool box out later and see what treasures it yielded. He rolled the young man up in the tarp and gently set him in the back of the pickup. By this time the girls had helped their wounded friend into the front seat and put their few possessions in the back of the pickup.
[P]Tiger slapped the tailgate and Ding and Dong excitedly jumped in the back of the truck. They barked with enthusiasm at the thought of getting a ride. It had been a long time for them since they had felt the wind in their face in the back of a pickup.
[P]The emotional girl crawled into the back of the pickup and sat staring at the unmoving tarp. The remaining two girls split up front and back. Tiger slipped into the drivers seat and swung the truck back out to the road. A quick stop and he slipped the saddle from his horse and sent it heading for home.
[P] He crawled back into the cab of the pickup. He wondered what he had got himself into. Tiger looked at the girls next to him. The girl in the front was cradling the injured girl whispering in her ear. He shook his head wondering what his wife would say when he came rolling into the yard in a strange pick-up with four wayward girls with him. Even worse he realized even under the dirt and circumstances they were attractive girls. He would guess them to be ages 16-24, it was hard to tell.
[P] One thing he knew for sure. He needed to get the wounded girl out as soon as he got into the yard. He needed his wife’s maternal instincts to kick in before her territorial instincts made Tiger’s life a living hell. He wasn’t sure how his wife would react to the invasion of young women, but he was pretty sure that he would rather go back to shooting bad guys than dealing with his wife.
 

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Thank you i enjoyed reading it ... i look forward to reading the next chapter.
 

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Nice! 5 women:)

Except for the fact that his life could be a living hell 5 weeks out of four. Although, isn't it said that women when in a group will naturally end up on the same menstrul cycle? or is it that they naturally spread them out?
 

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Yes I wrote it. It came out of my fevered mind. Chapter 2 coming soon. If you like my story please leave feedback. I thrive on the encouragement and it helps me pound out the next chapter
Thanks Crankyfarmer
 

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Nice! 5 women:)

Except for the fact that his life could be a living hell 5 weeks out of four. Although, isn't it said that women when in a group will naturally end up on the same menstrul cycle? or is it that they naturally spread them out?
Women living together, or even just women who spend lots of time together (think best friends), will often get their periods at the same time, or else within days of one starting, the next will start.
 
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