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I’m the best shot we
have,” Candace said. “It’s that simple. If we don’t go after them,”
she shrugged and then shook her head. “No,” she said. “The more I
think about it, they’ll probably come back. And they’ll probably
come back armed as well, hell, maybe they were this time.” She
looked at Lydia.
    “ Lydia saw two in the
truck, but how many more were there? Or back where ever they went
to,” she finished seriously.
    “ So. The idea is to take it
to them before they bring it to us?” Bob asked.
    “ Got a better idea?” Tom
challenged.
    “ No… No… But I’m no killer.
It’s still just a damn truck.”
    Bob finished.
    “ Yeah, tonight it was a
truck, tomorrow it might be me… Or Candace… Or Jan,” Lydia
said.
    Bob stayed silent, thoughtful. He
sighed. “What a damn mess,” he said at last.
    “ It’s that,” Tom
agreed.
    “ I got to agree, Bob,” Mike
said. “It’s not the same world. What if they do come back? Do we
decide then to do something? It might be too late.”
    “ Honey. I think it’s best
to go get them,” Janet said quietly, her eyes on Bob's own. Those
eyes looked frightened, Mike thought. He supposed a little of that
fright was resting in everyone's eyes right now.
    “ I don’t like to be bullied
or pressured into anything,” Bob said.
    “ Hey,” Mike said. “It’s no
pressure, Man. It’s real. It really just happened.”
    Bob nodded his head yes, but a frown
remained stamped onto his mouth. Deep lines scarred his forehead.
His hands twisted restlessly in his lap. He suddenly brought his
hands together firmly. “Okay,” he agreed. “Okay. I see the point.
I’ve done a lot of hunting. I’m a good shot with a rifle. I’d like
to go too.”
    ~
    When the sun began to peek over the top
of the ridge on the opposite shore of the Black river, everyone
filed out to the two remaining trucks. It had been decided that
Mike and Jan would stay behind while the others went in search of
the stolen truck. They switched on and tested two sets of F.M.
radios.
    “ The range is normally only
about two miles or so, but it’s not like there’s anything to
interfere with them anymore,” Tom said. “We’ll take three with us,
and you keep the other here to monitor us, or if they come back
here,” Tom finished.
    “ Do you think that’s a
possibility?” Janet Dove asked.
    “ I doubt it, Dear,” Bob
told her with a reassuring smile. “It’s just to be
safe.”
    Mike walked over to Candace. Her eyes
met his. He kissed her softly, and her arms slipped around
him.
    “ Don’t worry,” she
whispered, “I’ll be careful. And I’ll make sure they’re careful.”
She kissed him and pulled back.
    Mike stared at the face of the two way
radio for a long second and then watched her get into the Suburban.
Bob got into the front seat with her. Her eyes met his once more,
and she smiled reassuringly, then started the Suburban and fell in
behind Tom as he drove the big State truck out across the
pavement.
    Mike and Janet stood quietly as the two
trucks drove away. Neither of them wanted to go back inside the
cave. The sun was up and warming the old asphalt of the road where
it passed in front of the cave, and what little snow remained was
already beginning to melt.
    “ Left here,” The radio
squawked. It sounded like Lydia.
    “ Behind you,” came an
answer that sounded like Bob.
    Mike shifted the 30-30 Deer rifle he
held in one hand and thumbed off the strap that held his Nine
Millimeter in his web holster. Janet Dove grimaced and then thumbed
the safety off the shotgun she was holding. A short clip protruded
from the base of the shotgun, just forward of the trigger. She had
two more clips in a small pouch on her side, as well as a fully
loaded Three Eighty in a tooled leather side holster she
wore.
    What must we look
like, Mike thought. Aloud he said, “They’ll
be fine.”
    “ Really?” Janet Dove asked.
“I truly hope so. I truly do.”
    ~
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