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Post by feralferret on Nov 22, 2023 23:13:12 GMT -6
Iamnobody, thank you.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 24, 2023 12:42:13 GMT -6
Dillon had been busy with cutting firewood for the winter. Granny had a small wood burner for heating. They continued their almost daily evening talks on the porch. He was getting a fast awakening to real life and what was really going on in the world. He no longer thought about his “old life” before he had moved in with Granny. He didn't miss the job he had, being a slave to the system and at the boss' beck and call. And he sure didn't miss being married to a harlot. Granny asked him what his future plans were, that if he wanted to stay longer, he would need to get appropriate clothing for the Winter. He says it shouldn't be that bad, all the government talks about is global warming caused by carbon emissions and the need to tax and reduce the carbon footprint.
Granny looked at him and asked how many times has she already shown him that the government lies. That in reality a cold age is coming, to believe the opposite of what the government says. She said that most people are onboard with reducing the carbon footprint but they have no clue of what that means. Dillon gave her a questioning look. Granny says that means human depopulation. She reminded him that a person's body was 18% carbon, so getting rid of people is what the government ultimately meant by reducing the carbon. Also plants needed the CO2 that the government was trying to get rid of, no plants = no food. He sat there with his mouth moving but no words coming out. She told him that Satan is the prince of this world right now and he is intent on destroying everything of God's creation. He looked at Granny and asked what they needed to do to be ready for the coming cold age. She said 1st they needed to get him clothes for the winter and they would have to make a trip to the big city for that.
The next day they made the trip to the big city. It was only 62 miles away but with the dirt roads and then the secondary roads before they got on the highway, it took them almost 2 hours to get there. Granny guided him to a Tractor Supply where they had decent Carhartt coats and bibs. He got a coat, bibs, insulated boots, wool socks and a hat. He also made sure Granny got what she needed and Dillon insisted she allow him to pay for it. He knew all she was getting was a SSI check each month and it couldn't be that big. She finally agreed to letting him pay for the things. Next he stopped at a Walmart to get some things. Granny showed him the dried bean and rice section where they picked up an assortment of beans and rice. As they went by the electronic section, the computers caught his eye. He asked if it would be okay if he bought a computer and got internet service so he could study some things. She shrugged her shoulders, that it was okay by her. He picked up a Dell desktop package and arranged with another store to come install a satellite internet service. They would follow them back so they didn't get lost.
He had been on the computer every day since it was bought a week ago. He had found many sites devoted to raising chickens and growing your own food. He found out those type of people were called homesteaders. Interesting articles and many videos. Even Granny was looking over his shoulder at some of the videos. She really liked it when he found youtube videos about healthy living. They lined up with what she was already doing with using natural yeasts for baking and the use of many fermented foods. They found sites using herbs for doctoring and the use of colloidal silver. In the side bar of the youtube videos were suggestions to other videos which lead him to discover preppers. There were many articles and videos and forums which led him to PAW stories. The best one he found was pawfiction proboards. There were a lot of great writers on there with great stories and lots of useful info in their stories. And there was 1 writer on there by the name of iamnobody. His stories were of dumb schmucks with women cheating on them. Then he realized that he was 1 of those dumb schmucks.
One evening Granny was sitting with him and he wanted to do some research on the cold age. In the search bar he typed in “how to survive the coming cold age” and hit the search button. His computer froze up, shut down and then slowly came back on showing results for global warming.
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Post by cashless1 on Nov 24, 2023 13:08:21 GMT -6
no they can't do that. CAN THEY/
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Post by gipsy on Nov 24, 2023 13:20:35 GMT -6
You bettch
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 24, 2023 13:30:47 GMT -6
no they can't do that. CAN THEY/ Sure they can do that.
But our benevolent government would never, never, never ever do something like that.
Right??
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Post by ydderf on Nov 24, 2023 15:43:32 GMT -6
Looks like things are going to get interesting. Thanks Iamnobody
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Post by kansasterri on Nov 24, 2023 17:31:44 GMT -6
LOL!
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Post by bluefox2 on Nov 24, 2023 21:29:00 GMT -6
no they can't do that. CAN THEY/ Sure they can do that.
But our benevolent government would never, never, never ever do something like that.
Right?? if anybody believes that they wouldn't do something like that, have I got some real estate deals ready to go
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Post by gipsy on Nov 24, 2023 22:12:19 GMT -6
Can I get dibbs on the beachfront in AZ
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Post by feralferret on Nov 24, 2023 22:49:53 GMT -6
Sure they can do that.
But our benevolent government would never, never, never ever do something like that.
Right?? if anybody believes that they wouldn't do something like that, have I got some real estate deals ready to go Will you throw in a few bridges?
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Post by bluefox2 on Nov 25, 2023 8:59:49 GMT -6
if anybody believes that they wouldn't do something like that, have I got some real estate deals ready to go Will you throw in a few bridges? Got some bridges, A real nice statue and I can even throw in some Pacific oceanfront lots on the Eastern Range of the Rockie MTN ISLANDS
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Post by rep1270 on Nov 25, 2023 21:19:17 GMT -6
Thank you. Ralph
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 26, 2023 10:55:46 GMT -6
Granny looked at him and asked what went on. Dillon just shook his head and said he had no idea. It looks like he stepped on someone's toes who doesn't doesn't like the subject of a cold age being looked into. They called it a night and went to sleep. Over the next several weeks he read prepper forums and watched videos. It seemed like others were running into the same problems with that subject and had to start speaking in code words about it or their videos got pulled. So he decided he had to be smart and research doing other related words.
Granny reminded him to research how the extreme northern people lived, how they built houses, how they gardened. Dillon saw from those searches that he would need a small, well insulated home that would be easy to heat. No more big sprawling homes like a lot of people have. Gardens would need to be early maturing crops and any livestock would be few and easy to look after. It would be another whole new way of life for him and of course Granny. She told him not to count on her being there because of her age. He argued that she had plenty of years to live yet and would be making plans for her being there. He would build a home for the 2 of them and set back food. She said it wasn't needed but the place should be big enough for 2 as he was sure to find a woman somewhere along life's adventure.
Come Spring he had already drawn up plans for a small underground home with a basement storage area. Also a small livestock barn and bigger storage area that was underground. There would be no electric hookup or propane, a cold age would last 75-100 years. Electric would be cut off in the beginning and propane would only last a few years. So he set everything up to be without it from the start. He hired the work done by an out of State company which took 11 weeks to complete. First the holes were dug. Before construction, he had 2 water wells dug in the holes. One would be under the home and the other under the barn. He thought that way the wells would be more protected from the extreme cold that would be coming.
He found a restaurant food warehouse that was located in the big city. He had read up on how to package dried beans and grains for long term storage. The place also sold food freeze dryers. He bought mylar bags and O2 absorbents from another online company. He had read that you stored the food in mylar bags and added an O2 absorbent to each bag and sealed it. Others used nitrogen to flush out the O2. Dillon went for overkill. He bought nitrogen tanks and hoses from a welding supply company. So he filled the mylar bags with the dried beans and grains, threw in several bay leaves and mixed it among the foods. Then used the nitrogen to flush the bags, threw in an O2 absorbent and sealed the bag's end. He was able to place 5 of the 5 gallon mylar bags stacked flat in heavy duty totes he bought from another company. He could stack the totes 3 high.
He was using the freeze dryers to do vegetables, fruits and meats. He had 10 of them going at the same time and they were the commercial sized ones. He bought fresh and frozen vegetables and fruits to dry. Meat was always fresh. The old truck Granny had made it easy to haul the loads back from the city. He was making 2 trips a week to get enough product to keep up with the freeze dryers. They worked on the garden too. Dillon had read about some ideas online for growing in cold areas. He used the bucket on the tractor to dig out areas 4 feet wide and 12 feet long and 18 inches deep. They screened the soil to remove rocks, then mixed in compost 50/50. Then back filled the areas with that mixture. Then a 18 inch high mini greenhouse was built and place over each garden bed.
They would spend their days tending the livestock and the garden. Then switch over to the freeze dryers, they bagged up the finished product and then reloaded the dryers with new product. Slowly their storage was being built up. Dillon also added clothing and other items to his storage. Granny was still resisting him buying any for her, saying her years were coming to an end. They went through another winter season, getting several snowstorms and some cold but nothing out of the normal.
In May, Granny told him she wanted to go to the county courthouse which was in the big city. So they took the truck, Dillon figuring to load the truck up for the return trip home. At the courthouse, she led the way to the land record office. At the counter she turned to Dillon asking if he had a $1 bill. He opened his wallet and handed her a $1. Granny said sold and told the clerk behind the counter that Dillon was the new owner of her place, all 50 acres of it. He asked her why and she said she knew he would take care of it, had a need for it and wouldn't be selling it for money like his dad, her son would do.
They loaded up the truck for the return trip. On the way home, she asked him if he thought about guns. All she had was a single shot 22LR bolt action rifle and a single shot break open 12 gauge shot gun. Dillon said he only had given it a little thought. He was watching how much he was spending and didn't have multi millions to spend like people in those PAW stories. She said she wanted him to make a stop at a neighbor's place. Stopping there, Dillon saw an old woman even older than Granny's age. It turns out that she was also a widow and her 3 children were now liberal and lived on the east coast in big cities. Granny asked if she still had those guns for sale, her grandson was interested in buying them.
The woman took them inside to a room that Dillon would of called a “man cave.” A simple cabinet was opened and the neighbor said that when the children had moved to the cities and became liberal, they no longer wanted to hunt and urged her to turn those dangerous guns in to the police. Dillon pulled a bolt action rifle out, looking at it. He saw a heavy wood stock on it with a metal buttplate. The woman said her husband had brought these 3 rifles home from WW2 that he had served in. They were rifles he had taken off some Germans on the battlefield. They were German 1989 Mauser in 8mm caliber. They were complete with slings and bayonets. Her husband had taken a deer every year with that rifle. He saw 3 boxes of ammo for it, each one proved to be ½ empty when he picked them up. Inside the cabinet were 2 bolt action 22LR rifles and 1 pump action 12 gauge shotgun. There were 1 box of 22LR ammo and 2 boxes of birdshot for the shotgun.
Dillon asked her how much she wanted for them all. Looking at Granny, she said that she was told he was staying in the area. She didn't want to sell them to a collector that put the 1989 Mauser on display but to someone who would put them to good use. She said for the 6 guns she wanted $600 and some squirrels and venison meat each year she was alive. Dillon had that money in his pocket for the trip they had just come back from. He counted the money out and she said they were all his, use them wisely.
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Post by gipsy on Nov 26, 2023 11:11:49 GMT -6
Cool
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Post by feralferret on Nov 26, 2023 13:08:20 GMT -6
Iamnobody, thank you.
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Post by ydderf on Nov 26, 2023 16:36:02 GMT -6
thanks iamnobody. Hopefully he and granny are far enough out to be safe.
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Post by prepguy on Nov 26, 2023 21:15:04 GMT -6
Great story!!
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 29, 2023 10:55:16 GMT -6
Loading the guns into the truck, they headed home. That evening he started researching about the Mauser 98. It was the war rifle of Germany and was chambered in 8mm. It holds 5 rounds. The 8mm is very similar to the US 30-06 in size and power. He saw the value of excellent shape Mauser 98 and knew that the neighbor had gave him a VERY good price on the guns. He would make sure she was getting some meat on a regular basis. He watched videos on gun safety making sure he paid close attention to safety. Then on the operation of his Mauser 98. He dry fired his rifle, getting a feel for it. Finally 2 days later he was ready to fire it. He set a target up at 50 yards, donning a pair of ear muffs, he loaded 1 round into the magazine. Verifying it was safe, he chambered a round into the chamber, shouldered the rifle, aimed at the bullseye, took a deep breath and let ½ of it out. As the sights settled on the bullseye, he squeezed the trigger. He was surprised to see a hole in the paper at the bottom of the 2 inch bullseye. This was the 1st time he had ever shot any type of gun. He liked it.
Several days later he had to make a trip to the big city food warehouse again. He decided he would also stop at a gun store that he had seen along the route. He stopped in at the gun store on his way. He wanted cleaning rods and brushes, also he wanted some more ammo. He had shot 12 rounds since he had bought the guns. Inside he started looking around and saw assorted guns lining the walls in racks, display cases of numerous handguns, shelves of assorted ammo. Other areas had assorted gun related supplies and another area was devoted to military surplus items. He was at a lost of where to start looking. A salesperson saw his confusion and asked if he needed help. He told them he needed a cleaning rod and brushes for 8mm. The man lead Dillon to the right area and showed him different cleaning rods and brushes. Dillon selected a medium priced rod and several brass bore brushes. Dillon told the clerk he needed 8mm hunting ammo. The clerk showed him several types for hunting. One type was Federal 170gr at $59 a box of 20rds and Prvi Partizan (PPU) 196gr at $29 a box. The PPU was made in Serbia and had been in business since 1928. He took a box of the PPU and paid for everything.
At the food warehouse, he had the carts loaded up when a woman struck up a conversation with him. She had her own cart and said it was for the diner she worked at. Then she gave him her phone number and said to give her a call or text. Turning, she left, leaving him looking at the departing back of what looked to be a 25 year old woman.
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Post by 223shootersc on Nov 29, 2023 12:50:39 GMT -6
Trouble is brewing Will Robinson! This time it ain't the government!
Thanks, iamnobody!
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 1, 2023 15:32:46 GMT -6
Back home he was unloading the truck and getting things sorted. He put the cleaning rod, brushes and ammo with his gun. He stacked the dried beans and grains to the side so they could start packaging them later. The fruits, vegetables, and meats would be soon run through the freeze dryers. He tossed the piece of paper on the kitchen table that had the woman's phone number. Granny saw him and asked what it was. He told her about the woman approaching him, talking and then giving him her number, saying to call her. Dillon said he wasn't planning on calling her, Granny said he should, it would at least get him out socializing with someone his age. And if it didn't work out, it wouldn't cost him much beyond the price of a pizza.
He tried the new box of 8mm ammo and it shot great, great accuracy and clean burning. His reading online convinced him the 196 grain bullets would be too much for the local deer size animals he would be shooting. He saw that PPU also made a 175 grain ammo, he would have to see if the gun store could get him some. The cleaning rod and bore brushes worked fine and the rifle bore was clean. They were still tending the livestock, they had added a few more hens this year for more eggs since Dillon was living there and he had talked her into raising 3 hogs this year. They packaged the beans and grains after they had the freeze dryers loaded. Food storage was slowly adding up.
3 days later the woman's phone number was still laying on the table. Dillon had been thinking about it. She had seemed nice when he had talked with her and she was cute. Her name was Barb, so he texted her, asking if she wanted to grab a bite to eat mid day on Saturday. Soon she replied that would be great and texted her address, He said he would be there at 11:30AM. He took the truck and left early so he would have time to make sure he found her place okay. His GPS on his phone led him right to her address which turned out to be in a rundown mobile home park. Her place was an older single wide trailer and her car parked out front had seen better days. At 11:25AM he knocked on her door.
She opened the door and came out in a fancy dress, mentally he compared that to the clean everyday clothes he was wearing. Oh well. He led her to the truck and opened the passenger side door for her. She gave a sideways look at the truck and he caught a displeased look on her face before she recovered. Inside, he asked where was a good place to eat. She smiled and quickly named a place, saying the restaurant was nice and about a 20 minute drive in the city. Dillon pulled it up on his phone for directions and to see what it was like. Then he saw it was rated as a 5 star place and it said the meals start at $300 a plate. He looked at the woman and said that those prices were more than he could pay.
He suggested a pizza place he had seen a few blocks away on his trip to her place. With a disappointed look on her face, she reluctantly agreed. Soon they pulled into the pizza place and he went around and opened her door for her and then taking her arm, escorted her inside where a waiter showed them to a table, leaving them a menu. Dillon told her to go ahead and order what she wanted. She ordered a large pizza with everything on it, a large plate of spaghetti, a plate of lasagna and a large drink of Pepsi. Then she said that he could place his order now. He looked at her and wondered how such a slim woman would be able to eat all that. He ordered a medium supreme pizza with anchovies and an iced tea.
They talked some as they waited for the food to arrive. She asked him what type of business he owned and where it was at since he had been buying all that food. Thinking quickly, he told her that he didn't own any business and the food was for all his extended family and neighbors. That when he made a trip to the big city, they bought a big order and then divided it up when he got back. Barb looked at him in confusion, saying she had thought he owned a business. He assured her he was not a business owner. Then Barb asked where he lived and how big of a house did he own. Dillon told her that he lived way back in the mountains with his Granny in a 1960 trailer. Again she had a confused look “you don't own a home?” Nope. That is when the food arrived and Barb stood up and in a loud voice told the waiter to put her food in to-go boxes, she wasn't sticking around and wasting more of her time with a poor hillbilly loser with no money, that she deserved to be treated to the finer things in life. She stomped off with her boxes of food and out the door. The waiter looked in the direction of the door where Barb had stomped out and said “dude, I think you just dodged a major bullet with her.” The waiter asked him if he wanted his order in a to-go box too. Dillon said no, he would eat here, just keep his glass of iced tea topped off. Finished with his meal, he paid the bill for his and Barb's food and gave a $20 tip to the waiter for all the hassle he endured.
Looking at his watch he saw it was only 1PM. So he swung by the restaurant food warehouse and filled the truck bed up with more food. On the way home he also stopped at the gun store. Walking in he saw the sales clerk that had helped him the last time he was in. Waiting on the clerk to finish with a customer, Dillon waved at him and then walked over. He told the clerk the Prvi 8mm ammo shot fine but was wondering if they had it in the lighter weight 175 grain bullet which should work better on deer size game. The clerk told Dillon to follow along and he would check. Checking the ammo shelves, the clerk was using his finger to run down the selections, then stopping in the 8mm section and pulled a box out handing it to Dillon, saying it was out of stock last time. It was the same price per box as the heavier weight. He asked the clerk how many boxes were in a case and what would be the price by the case. The clerk checked the store computer, saying it was 200 rounds (10 boxes). It would be $28 a box, a $1 a box savings. He asked the clerk if they had a full case of it, the clerk checked – yes. Dillon told him he would take it but he wanted to look around the store. The clerk said okay and to yell if he needed any assistance.
Wondering around the store looking at everything, he ended up in the military surplus section. This store sure had a big selection. Browsing he saw some original US military rain ponchos. The clerk had come up to his side and said these ponchos were the older original heavy weight, not the newer cheaper light weight ones used nowadays. Dillon hefted one and could feel the weight. Dillon threw it over his shoulder and kept looking. Then he saw some long, thick winter coats. The clerk told him they were Rothco Vintage N-3B Parkas. Dillon tried 1 on and noticed that it extended down to mid thigh. The clerk said that was so cold air didn't get in like a lot of winter coats that only came to the waist. Every time a person bent or lifted their arms, the short coats allowed a blast of cold air in. It had a generous fur lined hood that extended fully around his face. It had a full length zipper with a flap that snapped over it. Dillon got 1 for himself and 1 in Granny's size. He paid for the case of 8mm ammo, the rain poncho and 2 coats.
Arriving home, Granny asked how the date went. Dillon said it was over in less than an hour. She had thought he was a rich business owner with a big house and would take her to expensive 5 star restaurants and the date was over when she found out he was just a hillbilly. Granny said she was sorry she had encouraged him to go. Dillon said he wasn't sorry, he had learned a valuable lesson. Besides he had stopped at the food warehouse and then at the gun store. He showed her the coat he had bought for her and had her try it on.
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Post by gipsy on Dec 1, 2023 17:23:01 GMT -6
Nice
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Post by sniper69 on Dec 1, 2023 19:07:32 GMT -6
iamnobody - sounds like he did dodge a bullet with that date.
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Post by feralferret on Dec 1, 2023 19:31:49 GMT -6
iamnobody - sounds like he did dodge a bullet with that date. Absolutely! Thank you, iamnobody.
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Post by ydderf on Dec 1, 2023 20:45:58 GMT -6
Thank you Iamnobody
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 2, 2023 14:01:21 GMT -6
Dillon and Granny were packaging and storing the last batch of food he had brought back from the ill fated dating episode, listening to the reporters on the evening news when 2 things were said that caught their attention. #1 it was announced that southern Mexico and all Central American countries had asked to join the US. #2 the US government was creating a Ministry of Truth department effective immediately because of all the lies being spread on the internet. The news cut to footage of 1,000s of people outside the newsrooms, chanting in support of the Ministry of Truth. He looked at Granny who had that “oh manure” look on her face.
He was on the internet immediately, looking up some of the prepper blogs and video channels to see what they were saying. Within 15 minutes they were all saying that this would mean trouble for the country. It was an uneasy night of sleep for the 2 and morning came and they weren't any more at ease with the announcements. Looking at the blogs and videos in the morning, there were now reports that southern Mexico and the Central America countries having been told to become part of the US or be immediately invaded and annexed as part of the US. And that word had it the US government was moving the capitol to Costa Rica. Granny said this was bad, it lines up with them knowing a cold age is coming and they don't want the people knowing, hence the so called Ministry of Truth. Dillon knew he was going to have to redouble his efforts at storing food, learning skills and getting things ready.
Dillon needed more storage space so he had the company he used before, build him 2 more of the underground spaces 12ft by 75ft long. He ordered more mylar bags and O2 absorbents from Discount Mylar Bags dot com. He was buying cases of their product. He was buying the heavy duty storage totes at all the assorted home building supply stores in the city. He found Lehman non electrical store online and bought several kerosene lamps from them. He found the LEM store online and ordered some manual meat grinders and meat hand saws. Another place he bought several Country Living grain grinders and replacement burrs. At the onlinefabricstore dot com, Granny showed him what bolts of cloth to order. Of course he would need a pedal sewing machine and bought 3 of the Janome 712T treadle sewing machines and backup parts. He ordered a Manual Hand Single Needle Lockstitch SM-2972 AXIS Patch Leather Industrial Sewing Machine and replacement parts because Granny said that eventually he would need something for sewing leather. He bought 100s of spools of assorted threads for both machines.
They figured supplies would be needed for at least 100 years of a cold age but in Dillon's mind that would be too much because he was already in his late 20s. Granny said he may find a woman that would be with him. Dillon started a deep belly laugh at that, which lasted a good 5 minutes. He said it would be just him and Granny but she told him again that she could sense her time coming to an end. That is why he needed to be learning many different skills that she was doing. She showed him how to bake bread using his own yeast starter. She said that yeast is in the air all around us, some is sour like in sourdough and some is sweet. Granny told him that the pioneers didn't run to the store for yeast to make bread, they had their own. Start with a ½ cup of wheat or rye flour, a ½ cup of water – place in a glass jar (no metal or plastic containers)and with no lid on, day 2 add 1 spoonful of flour and 1 spoon of water. By day 6 or so there should be bubbles showing you have a live yeast started.
They talked of canning food but decided in the long run it wasn't good in this situation. He couldn't store enough lids to last the entirety of the cold age. The rubber on the lids would go bad after 10-15 years. So he did research online of how “poor people” in 3rd world countries preserve food. They dried the food or fermented it. Those people didn't have row after row of jars of food on the shelf, they had big handmade crocks of food sitting in cool places. Or they had smoked and salted meat hanging from the storage room rafters. Dillon looked up you tube videos of how to ferment foods and how to preserve meat by salting. Dillon would have to get lumber to build a shed to salt the meat and an add on to smoke it. And he needed to lay in a large quantity of salt for table use and now also for salting. He was feeling there wasn't a lot of time left for him to do things.
Granny said it was time for the outhouse to be moved. He asked her why her outhouse was different from others he had seen in movies, hers had no seats in it, you just straddled the trench and squatted. She asked him if it was easier for him to make a bowel movement since coming here – yes. She said the human body was designed to make a bowel movement when squatting, that when a person sat, it threw the insides out of whack and it was much harder to do “your business.” That someone along the way thought of a way to make money by having people sit on a toilet and the doctors loved all the money they were getting from the problems caused by the abnormal position.
She was also trying to help him learn about herbs for treating sickness and injuries. Online he found a place in Canada that sold numerous herb seeds and live plants, it was called Richter's Herbs. Another place in the west sold bulk dried herbs – Rose Mountain Herbs. He bought the dried herbs and sealed most of them in the mylar bags. She taught him about the use of colloidal silver and he found an online video of how to make a colloidal silver generator so he could make his own.
Every week he was making the trip into the big city for more supplies and pick up his online orders at a place that held his orders since there was no delivery out to his area. The gun store was getting a lot of business from him. He now had 10,000 rounds of ammo for his Mauser, he had 5,000 rounds for the 22LR and several hundred rounds of birdshot for the shotgun. He picked up 50 of the Rothco winter coats and matching winter bibs. Other assorted winter gear, including 30 pair of snow shoes. He even picked up several snow sleds that he could pull a big, heavy load over the snowy ground. Of course he bought regular pants and shirts, 300 pair to be exact. Socks, underwear and 100 pair of leather work boots. He was going to buy a bunch of boot laces but Granny reminded him of the 1,000 foot spools of paracord they had seen online, they would be cheaper and just as good. He was now down to $175,000 of his winnings. The past load he had brought back from the city had included his latest order from Amazon, it was 1,000 how-to books on various subjects. Granny reminded him of toothbrushes and tooth powder. And don't forget to get dental medical tools and etc.
It was the beginning of October and Dillon had just got back from the neighbor woman that he had bought the guns from, he had been taking her store bought meat every few weeks and doing quick odd chores for her while there. When they butchered the hogs in a few weeks, he would take her some of that and later if he got a deer. Granny sat on the porch talking with him long into the evening. She thanked him for being a great grandson and how much she enjoyed spending time with him. They retired to their beds.
6AM he was up, got dressed and went out to tend the chickens and hogs. Back inside Granny was still in bed so he made a pan of oatmeal for them. Still she wasn't up, even with all the rattling of the pans. He went in to her bed and reached out to shake her. No response. He felt her cheek and it was cold and lifeless. He felt for a pulse in her neck – none. She had passed in her sleep, leaving a smile on her face.
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