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Post by 223shootersc on Feb 13, 2024 12:26:50 GMT -6
5 rounds why do you keep so much? For barter.
I can get a whole pack of Twinkies for each round.
That's a good trade, how many Ho Ho's per round?
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Post by iamnobody on Feb 14, 2024 11:21:05 GMT -6
The snowstorm raged for 7 days, high winds and snow piling up. Dillon had never seen one like this. The children and him stayed down in the storage area, only quickly coming up to tend to things and then back into hiding. After 2 weeks he finally decided it was safe to come back up to the normal part of the home. Outside it was deep snow and cold temperatures. He thought the weather would of driven the government back to the warmer areas. He racked his brain but came up with no sane reason why the government was attacking people up here. Then he realized that the word sane and US government didn't go together in the same sentence.
He continued Tom and Mary's education. In his opinion they were far advanced over other children their age. In public school, it was 5 minutes of real learning and the other 7 hours and 55 minutes of the school was was political indoctrination and sports. And all children were fit in the same cookie cutter solution. Just like a factory conveyor belt cranking the same product out til it rolled off the end for packaging to public life. No wonder society had been so messed up. Not only adults, but children too had been on social media, spouting the government propaganda and urging each other to confirm to the party line. Just like a bunch of Lemmings following each other in their rush over the cliff to follow the herd to their death.
Tom and Mary were growing, it was a chore to keep up with their clothing needs. They all worked together in making clothes, it wouldn't win any fashion shows but it was functional, practical and covered their nakedness. Dillon was very glad that he had listened to his Granny and stocked cloth and sewing material. He was so proud of his 2 children that God had entrusted to him. He taught them about living in these new times of long bitter cold and deep snows. This would be their life. Tom and Mary were amazed at the stories he told them of the old ways of only having 3 months of temperatures of 20-30F and maybe 10-12 inches of snow total. And summer temperatures of 80F. Of running around in just pants and shirts and jumping in the river to swim and cool down. Now even during the summer months, they still wore sweaters in the 60F temps and the river water was still too chilly to willingly jump in.
As winter was winding down, they got seeds started so they would be ready to plant out in the greenhouse covered garden plots. The children loved seeing the seeds come to life and turn into plants. And they loved playing with the new baby chicks that were hatching out. Those cute little fuzzballs were just so fascinating. Tom's voice was starting to change, cracking with the change into puberty. So Dillon sat down with them separately and explained what was happening to their bodies and it was a normal part of growing up.
They had the garden planted and things were growing. They all kept an eye and ear tuned to the sky for trouble. But trouble came in the form of a 4 legged problem. They were tending the garden when suddenly they heard the howls and looked up to see a wolf pack. But this time the pack was at least 20 wolves unlike before with 5-6 of them. The wolves were about 100 yards away and their home was 150 yards away. Dillon, Tom and Mary had their rifles like always. He told the children to run for the house and he would cover them. They took off running with Tom hanging behind Mary to make sure she was safe. Dillon was already calmly shooting while internally he was shaking. 20 wolves, closing in and he was all that was standing in the way while his children ran for the house. He had to slow the wolves to give them time to make it to safety.
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Post by iamnobody on Feb 14, 2024 11:24:24 GMT -6
For barter.
I can get a whole pack of Twinkies for each round.
That's a good trade, how many Ho Ho's per round? The same deal, 1 pack for 1 round.
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Post by gipsy on Feb 14, 2024 12:06:31 GMT -6
Cliffie your a bad boy.
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Post by iamnobody on Feb 14, 2024 12:10:44 GMT -6
Hmm, that gives me an idea for a story - Cliff's Story.
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Post by prepguy on Feb 16, 2024 22:07:28 GMT -6
great update!
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Post by iamnobody on Feb 17, 2024 13:06:28 GMT -6
The wolves were closing in as he was shooting. Most every shot put down a wolf. He used the 5 round stripper clip to shove more ammo into his rifle, closing the bolt he shot more. The wolves were now mere yards away and he had reloaded again and was shooting more wolves. They would soon be on him and he would be using his rifle with the bayonet more as a spear and club. He had his back to a big tree so that the wolves couldn't completely encircle him.
Back at the house, the children were safely inside. They could see the wolves attacking their dad. Tom knew the 22LR they had would not be effective at that range. He thought he could hit them at the 150 yards but it would not be enough. He looked at the other 8mm rifles in the gun rack with their ammo in a can under them. He had never shot the big gun yet but knew he had to try. Mary watched him wide eyed as he picked up the rifle and ammo and headed outside the door. Tom hurriedly loaded the rifle just like he had watched his dad do it. Looking out over the sights, he squeezed a round off. The rifle kicked him like a mule but he saw one of the wolves drop wounded. He aimed again, this time missing because he flinched in anticipation of the kick.
Back with Dillon, he had already bayoneted a wolf and clubbed another as it leapt at him. They kept circling, looking for an opening to attack. He could smell their stink of their breath and hear their panting. He had killed or injured at least 5 of them. He heard the boom of the shots from his home. While he was fighting, he prayed for safety for his children, that God would watch over them when he was dead. Suddenly 5 of the wolves dropped dead, then a few seconds later another 5 dropped dead. The remaining wolves had a look of fear on their face and were howling in fear as they turned and ran away. Dillon had pulled a leg muscle as he was twisting and turning in his battle with the wolves. He made sure his rifle was fully loaded and started limping home to his children.
When he reached them, they flung themselves into his arms, hugging him tightly. He asked if they were alright and they were. Then Tom asked him who the man was that was with him and where was he now. What man? Tom said that all of a sudden there was a big man dressed in a long robe, standing between Dillon and the wolves. The man was at least twice Dillon's height, had a bright glow around him and was swinging a big sword. Mary was shaking her head yes. Dillon said he saw no such man. Mary said that the man had swung his sword and a lot of wolves had died, then he swung the sword backwards and more had died and the rest had run away. Then the man had faded away. Dillon was in awe, he explained that the man had to of been an angel sent by God to protect the children and him. He said they needed to thank God. They all knelt and Dillon praised God for protecting them.
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Post by gipsy on Feb 17, 2024 14:13:33 GMT -6
Fine update.
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Post by feralferret on Feb 17, 2024 15:42:31 GMT -6
Thank you!
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Post by iamnobody on Feb 24, 2024 12:05:42 GMT -6
Life went on for them. They continued their work outside but now being so much more watchful. He realized he had gotten complacent and it had almost gotten them killed except for God's intervention. They worked hard, knowing their efforts would provide the food they needed to make it through the long winter. Dillon thought of the old days when the winters were much shorter and not nearly as cold. Unbeknownst to them, the reason the US government had attacked the people in the “badlands” was they knew the long bitter cold would be ending in 5 years and they wanted the land unpopulated so they could claim the empty land as their own.
Down in El Salvador where the US government had its capitol, the officials had been busy pouring over the scientific research showing the cold age was coming to an end and the snowed in lands would again be available. They knew that there was only about 5,000 people left in those areas and their plan was to kill them off or take the land due to claiming unpaid property taxes during the years the government was away.
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Post by NCWEBNUT on Feb 24, 2024 16:45:39 GMT -6
I'm thinking the government abandoned America, to its rightful owners the ones that stayed.
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Post by ydderf on Feb 24, 2024 20:07:58 GMT -6
Thanks
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Post by techsar on Feb 24, 2024 21:59:50 GMT -6
I'm thinking the government abandoned America, to its rightful owners the ones that stayed. I concur...the .gov was away - as in, not doing their job.
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Post by feralferret on Feb 25, 2024 3:03:48 GMT -6
Thank you.
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Post by iamnobody on Mar 1, 2024 17:16:28 GMT -6
More years have passed. Dillon was getting older and Tom and Mary were now age 20 and 18. They had grown into fine young adults and were quite close to each other. They were not brother and sister and Dillon saw that it was leading to a marriage. The weather had been changing, the winters shorter to 4 months, the temperatures not as brutal and a lot less snow. The summer was back to normal got into the 80F's. Tom and Mary were loving it. But the warmer weather was bringing the US government back to the northern areas.
The US government was claiming the lands under the pretense of unpaid back property taxes. The few people left in the areas were being attacked. But the US government military was a sorry excuse of a fighting force. They were no match for the hardened people of the wild lands. Tom and Mary ended up being thrust by circumstances to the forefront of the fight. Tom would end up being the leader of the fight, defeating the forces of the US government, and becoming the President of the new northern area known as the country of The Free United States. But that is for a possible future story that will need written.
THE END.
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Post by cashless1 on Mar 1, 2024 18:31:46 GMT -6
I am waiting for the future story Thank you
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Post by danielsga01 on Mar 1, 2024 19:01:03 GMT -6
I also will be waiting for the future story, but thank you for the one just finished.
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Post by gipsy on Mar 1, 2024 20:27:49 GMT -6
We will be waiting
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Post by feralferret on Mar 1, 2024 21:19:57 GMT -6
Thank you. Looking forward to the next story.
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Post by frankie on Mar 2, 2024 3:48:28 GMT -6
Another great story. Can't wait for the next one.
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Post by larryminn on Mar 3, 2024 21:50:24 GMT -6
Excellent story. Sad he never got a good woman. Question. The fake government killers that beheaded neighbors. What happened to their guns? Those might have been good for kids as ARs or mp-5 type. Smaller, lighter, close range defensive weapons. 14 boys I bought my first mail order monkey wards budget line western field. *Mossberg knockoff w/poor quality control*by then.
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Post by iamnobody on Mar 4, 2024 10:08:03 GMT -6
Excellent story. Sad he never got a good woman. Question. The fake government killers that beheaded neighbors. What happened to their guns? Those might have been good for kids as ARs or mp-5 type. Smaller, lighter, close range defensive weapons. 14 boys I bought my first mail order monkey wards budget line western field. *Mossberg knockoff w/poor quality control*by then. MAYBE those guns will show up in the next part?
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Post by prepguy on Mar 4, 2024 18:48:16 GMT -6
Thank you for a very enjoyable tale.
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