Post by iamnobody on Dec 9, 2021 10:48:27 GMT -6
Beth had been making progress in learning skills needed to live out here. She rarely burnt food on the wood cookstove any more, she was pretty good with a hoe in the garden. Squatting in the bush for a nature call was no longer squeamish to her. Every evening Bob told stories to the children and helped tuck them into bed, at the children's insistence. During the day, they were always near Bob, seeking his approval when they did something and basking in his praise when he told them how great of a job they did.
Bob was still doing patrols out in the brush. He was still seeing FEMANAZI and sometimes a Chinese with them, always the 3 man patrol. When possible he would eliminate the patrols. Sometimes he had to let them go because he couldn't get them all so he played it safe. He also continued to play upon the “Sasquatch” rumor and late at night he would catch a FEMANAZI making a nature call in the brush and he would grab the guy while growling and howling while ripping the man apart. The screams of the FEMANAZI being drug off into the brush, had more than 1 FEMANAZI soiling his pants.
1 day while working in the garden, Beth and Dillon went into the brush for a nature call while Bob and the other children continued working. A few minutes later he hears screaming and they come running into view. Following them are a group of 8 FEMANAZI. Bob yells at John and Mary to run for the cabin where uncle is. Beth is near him and trips over the hoe laying on the ground, falling down. A FEMANAZI grabs Dillon and is trying to hold the screaming boy against his chest to prevent Bob from shooting him. Beth screams and the guy points his pistol at her and Bob takes that chance to lower his shotgun aim to the man's ankles. 10 pellets of 000 buckshot make mincemeat of his ankles and he falls, firing his pistol and the bullet strikes a rock on the ground, flattens and shears into Beth's chest.
Bob moves forward, kicking the downed man in the temple, crushing bone with his size 15 boots. Beth has Dillon and is half running for the cabin, blood dripping on the ground. Bob is aiming and shooting as fast as he can, while dodging bullets from the FEMANAZI. Uncle is near and firing his shotgun. For what seems like an eternity, the bullets fly but really it is less than 2 minutes since it started.
1 FEMANAZI is escaping, the rest are lifeless on the ground. Uncle has a wound in his upper arm, Bob is splattered with blood from FEMANAZI being hit with the buckshot at close range. He has a few nicks where bullets just grazed him. Getting back to the cabin, checks the children, all safe but shook up. Beth has a jagged wound across the top of her 1 breast, uncle has the arm wound. Talking quickly with uncle, it is agreed that uncle could manage the wounds, Bob needed to get after the remaining FEMANAZI. Grabbing more ammo, Bob got moving.
Bob set off on a different path, hoping to cut the FEMANAZI flight off. He figured that there must be a vehicle somewhere. It took nearly an hour but Bob intercepted the guy. The FEMANAZI was stumbling and constantly looking over his shoulder when Bob stepped out in the path in front of him with his 11-87 raised. The guy's eyes went wide and he raised his hands up as if to stop the load of 000 buckshot. It didn't work, the 680 grains of lead from 20 feet away made hamburger of his chest. Bob found the vehicle along the road but it was empty. He got back to the cabin by dusk.
After cleaning himself off, he attended the children, getting them some quick supper. Then he double checked uncle's wound and then, embarrassed, he checked Beth's. He had to clean her wound some more. Telling Beth “sorry” with a red face he used his hands to clean her breast wound more with peroxide and bandaged it again. Telling his uncle he would be outside tonight on watch, Bob went outside and settled his big body into a large shadow to catch a few light zzz's.
The night was uneventful and the children were up, fed and were ordered to stay near the cabin. The children obeyed Bob like his word was written in stone. Checking uncle's wound, he could see it was a flesh wound and should heal quickly. Turning to Beth, he told her he needed to look. The flattened bullet that had ricocheted across the top of her breast, left a jagged rip that would need some stitches so the flesh could mend back. Bob could see redness and swelling. He told her he would need to clean it again. It was hard to tell whose face was redder, Bob or Beth's.
Uncle gathered some herbs with Mary's help, that would be used as a poultice on the wound. Bob gently cleaned the wound and found a tiny sliver of metal that had been missed. He had Beth bite on a piece of rawhide while he poured moonshine on the open wound to disinfect it and then put in stitches. Mary was watching as Bob applied the poultice so he explained what herbs there were, what was done with them and why it was being used to her inquisitive mind.
By evening Beth was running a fever. Bob gathered more herbs to make into a tea to combat the fever. Clean the wound again, apply another poultice and give her lots of tea for the fever. Bob sat beside her through the night. In the middle of the night she was delirious. She was squeezing Bob's hand and sobbing, how she loved him, the children loved him and she didn't want him to think she was evil like those other women in his life, that she didn't want him to think she had led the FEMANAZI to him for a reward, she was surprised by them in the brush and ran to him for protection. She was snotty crying as she said that her breast was now so ugly from the wound that he wouldn't want to look at her and that he would not want her because she couldn't bear him any children of his own because after Dillon's birth, her late husband and her had decided 3 children were enough and she had her tubes tied. Beth continued to sob and repeat over and over “ I'm sorry, sorry, sorry” before passing out from the fever.
Bob sat in his chair beside her, and uncle quietly settled back onto his bed without saying a word. Bob continued to give her tea throughout the rest of the night. When the sun's early glow of dawn shone in the window, Beth's eyes opened and her fever was gone.
Bob was still doing patrols out in the brush. He was still seeing FEMANAZI and sometimes a Chinese with them, always the 3 man patrol. When possible he would eliminate the patrols. Sometimes he had to let them go because he couldn't get them all so he played it safe. He also continued to play upon the “Sasquatch” rumor and late at night he would catch a FEMANAZI making a nature call in the brush and he would grab the guy while growling and howling while ripping the man apart. The screams of the FEMANAZI being drug off into the brush, had more than 1 FEMANAZI soiling his pants.
1 day while working in the garden, Beth and Dillon went into the brush for a nature call while Bob and the other children continued working. A few minutes later he hears screaming and they come running into view. Following them are a group of 8 FEMANAZI. Bob yells at John and Mary to run for the cabin where uncle is. Beth is near him and trips over the hoe laying on the ground, falling down. A FEMANAZI grabs Dillon and is trying to hold the screaming boy against his chest to prevent Bob from shooting him. Beth screams and the guy points his pistol at her and Bob takes that chance to lower his shotgun aim to the man's ankles. 10 pellets of 000 buckshot make mincemeat of his ankles and he falls, firing his pistol and the bullet strikes a rock on the ground, flattens and shears into Beth's chest.
Bob moves forward, kicking the downed man in the temple, crushing bone with his size 15 boots. Beth has Dillon and is half running for the cabin, blood dripping on the ground. Bob is aiming and shooting as fast as he can, while dodging bullets from the FEMANAZI. Uncle is near and firing his shotgun. For what seems like an eternity, the bullets fly but really it is less than 2 minutes since it started.
1 FEMANAZI is escaping, the rest are lifeless on the ground. Uncle has a wound in his upper arm, Bob is splattered with blood from FEMANAZI being hit with the buckshot at close range. He has a few nicks where bullets just grazed him. Getting back to the cabin, checks the children, all safe but shook up. Beth has a jagged wound across the top of her 1 breast, uncle has the arm wound. Talking quickly with uncle, it is agreed that uncle could manage the wounds, Bob needed to get after the remaining FEMANAZI. Grabbing more ammo, Bob got moving.
Bob set off on a different path, hoping to cut the FEMANAZI flight off. He figured that there must be a vehicle somewhere. It took nearly an hour but Bob intercepted the guy. The FEMANAZI was stumbling and constantly looking over his shoulder when Bob stepped out in the path in front of him with his 11-87 raised. The guy's eyes went wide and he raised his hands up as if to stop the load of 000 buckshot. It didn't work, the 680 grains of lead from 20 feet away made hamburger of his chest. Bob found the vehicle along the road but it was empty. He got back to the cabin by dusk.
After cleaning himself off, he attended the children, getting them some quick supper. Then he double checked uncle's wound and then, embarrassed, he checked Beth's. He had to clean her wound some more. Telling Beth “sorry” with a red face he used his hands to clean her breast wound more with peroxide and bandaged it again. Telling his uncle he would be outside tonight on watch, Bob went outside and settled his big body into a large shadow to catch a few light zzz's.
The night was uneventful and the children were up, fed and were ordered to stay near the cabin. The children obeyed Bob like his word was written in stone. Checking uncle's wound, he could see it was a flesh wound and should heal quickly. Turning to Beth, he told her he needed to look. The flattened bullet that had ricocheted across the top of her breast, left a jagged rip that would need some stitches so the flesh could mend back. Bob could see redness and swelling. He told her he would need to clean it again. It was hard to tell whose face was redder, Bob or Beth's.
Uncle gathered some herbs with Mary's help, that would be used as a poultice on the wound. Bob gently cleaned the wound and found a tiny sliver of metal that had been missed. He had Beth bite on a piece of rawhide while he poured moonshine on the open wound to disinfect it and then put in stitches. Mary was watching as Bob applied the poultice so he explained what herbs there were, what was done with them and why it was being used to her inquisitive mind.
By evening Beth was running a fever. Bob gathered more herbs to make into a tea to combat the fever. Clean the wound again, apply another poultice and give her lots of tea for the fever. Bob sat beside her through the night. In the middle of the night she was delirious. She was squeezing Bob's hand and sobbing, how she loved him, the children loved him and she didn't want him to think she was evil like those other women in his life, that she didn't want him to think she had led the FEMANAZI to him for a reward, she was surprised by them in the brush and ran to him for protection. She was snotty crying as she said that her breast was now so ugly from the wound that he wouldn't want to look at her and that he would not want her because she couldn't bear him any children of his own because after Dillon's birth, her late husband and her had decided 3 children were enough and she had her tubes tied. Beth continued to sob and repeat over and over “ I'm sorry, sorry, sorry” before passing out from the fever.
Bob sat in his chair beside her, and uncle quietly settled back onto his bed without saying a word. Bob continued to give her tea throughout the rest of the night. When the sun's early glow of dawn shone in the window, Beth's eyes opened and her fever was gone.