Bug Out! Part 6: Motorhome Mayhem in the Rockies Read Free

Hilda said. “It looks a little better than the front of my park because of those two front buildings, but if a tank comes down the road, we’re in trouble.”
    “We’re probably in trouble even with a large number of troops on foot,” the Sheriff said. “We could use snipers on the roof if the number was small enough, but anything like what Hilda’s park was hit with the last time would be really bad.”
    “There’s nowhere I can think of that would be safe from a force that size,” Jerry said. “Hell, they overran the army base, remember?”
    “True,” the Sheriff said.
    “What keeps vehicles from being able to get onto that meadow, Gabe?” Jackson asked.
    “There’s a good sized creek that runs along the roadside there. It’s got a mixture of rocks, dirt, and trees on each side, and the banks are steep. It’s hard enough to get over on foot. It’s too deep for any kind of vehicle to get past….even a tank.”
    “Is that the main source of water?”
    “No, thank God,” Gabe said. “It’s not safe to drink without purification. Quarries ruined it. We have a spring, though, back by the cliff behind the park. That’s what’s feeding us here. I think it would be pretty tough to shut off.”
    “So what now?” Hilda asked.
    Suddenly the sound of a helicopter was approaching.
    “Get many choppers around here?” Charlie asked.
    “Medical, every once in a while. You know what happens sometimes at an RV Park full of old people.”
    “That’s how somebody could get onto that meadow, I bet,” Jerry said. “Let’s go see who this is. Hope it’s not bad guys.”
    Everybody ran out to the veranda. Lucy started to bark. There was dust blowing around beyond the swimming pool, but the chopper wasn’t visible.

Chapter 02 – Army Interrogation
    “Let’s get out there and see who this is ,” Charlie shouted, trying to be heard against the noise of the chopper. Gabe nodded and went with him.
    “Grab your weapons,” Frank shouted. Then Frank and Jerry joined Charlie and Gabe.
    There it was, coming into view. It was a US Army chopper. A big transport Chinook, not an attack chopper. Frank recognized Private Jenkins right away as he climbed out and joined the officer that was walking towards the group of them.
    “It’s our friends,” Frank shouted. “That’s Private Jenkins.”
    “Good,” Charlie said. “I was hoping that’s who it was.”
    “Hi, Frank,” Private Jenkins shouted when he got close enough. “This is Major Donaldson.” He was a little bit older than Majors Hobbs and Darcy….Frank guessed him to be in his late 40s. He was black, with a shaved head and a warm smile.
    “Good to meet you, Frank,” the Major said, extending his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you and your group. Very impressive.”
    “Thank you, sir,” Frank said. “Let’s go into the clubhouse so we can talk.”
    “Yes, please,” Gabe said. “I’m the owner of the park…name’s Gabe.”
    “Nice to meet you, Gabe,” the Major said. As they walked, Frank looked back and saw eight to ten men climbing out of the chopper. They kept watch in all directions. This gave Frank a lump in his throat.
Are we in a hot spot?
he thought to himself.
    Jane, Hilda, and Jasmine were all on the veranda, holding their weapons, watching their men walk up with the Major and Private Jenkins.
    “Isn’t that one of the privates that was with us on the trip up here?” asked Jasmine.
    “Yes, that’s Private Jenkins,” Jane said. “Nice kid.”
    “Jane, this is Major Donaldson, and you know Private Jenkins already,” Frank said. “My wife, gentlemen. And next to her are Charlie’s wife Hilda and Jerry’s wife Jasmine.”
    “Nice to meet all of you,” the Major said. “Is this where we can talk?”
    “Yes, go on in. We have some coffee that’s still warm, if you’d like some.”
    “That sounds great, thanks,” the Major said. He looked over at Private Jenkins. “Want some?”
    “Sure, Major, thanks.