Free Bug Out! Part 6: Motorhome Mayhem in the Rockies by Robert Boren Page A

one out and held the light close to it.
    “Hell, this stuff is fine,” Jerry said. “This is top quality dynamite. You probably paid top dollar.”
    “Yeah, I got it from a guy who was trying to start up a boutique gold mining shop,” Gabe said, chuckling. “He sold a lot of pans and a few other gold rush do-dads, but not enough to stay in business. Glad I bought this when I did. Somebody told the Sheriff he had dynamite in the shop and the deputy came over and confiscated what he had left. I think you need a license to sell this stuff.”
    “Do you have caps and wire and a plunger?” Jerry asked.
    “Yeah, it’s all in the same cabinet. Either of you have a backpack large enough to carry a bunch of this stuff?”
    “I do,” Jerry said. “We won’t need all of this dynamite. Maybe a quarter of it. If we blow up what I hope we can, we’ll get a lot of help from secondary explosions.”
    “You might want to bring along that small mortar,” Frank said. “It’s pretty light. One person could pack in the unit, and somebody else could bring a few rounds for it.”
    “I was thinking the same thing,” Jerry said. “We get the attack started with the dynamite, if Jeb and Kurt can get me down there to set it up. Then we send a few mortar rounds into them to screw up any vehicles they might have. Add a little rifle fire too. Should work out pretty well, given a little luck.”
    There was the sound of a rifle shot outside. The men jerked their heads around.
    “Jasmine,” Jerry said. “She’s a natural shot. “She’ll pick up that varmint rifle pretty quick if it doesn’t recoil a lot.”
    There were another couple of shots.
    “What now?” Frank asked.
    “I’m going to go get my backpack…be back here in a minute,” Jerry said. “Why don’t you go get that small mortar and a few rounds?”
    “Will do,” Frank said.
    “Good, let’s meet up at the clubhouse in a few minutes,” Gabe said.
    There were more rifle shots, several in rapid succession this time. Frank and Jerry walked out of the barn just as Jasmine and Kurt were walking back in from the meadow.
    “Hey, honey, now I know what you can get me for Christmas,” Jasmine said, grinning. “This is great. Just enough kick to be fun.”
    “Your little lady is a natural,” Kurt said appreciatively. “I think she shoots this thing better than I do. Should have seen the grouping on that last three shots.”
    “I know, she amazes me,” Jerry said. “She picked up that M-16 in a hurry, and shot well under pressure, too. Honey, I’m going back to the rig to get the backpack. I think all of the explosives will fit in there.”
    “Good,” she said. “I’ll go with you.” They walked off towards the rig together, hand in hand.
    “You think we can be successful?” Kurt asked.
    “With a little luck, yes,” Frank said.
    “What are you going to do while we’re gone?”
    “Hold down the fort just in case, and work on that security camera system that Gabe told us about. If the hardware isn’t completely shot, I can probably get it going again.”
    “Good.”
    “Right now I’m going to go grab the small mortar and a few rounds for you guys. I think it will fit in a couple of backpacks.”
    “Won’t that make us look like we aren’t just hunters?” Kurt asked.
    “Yeah, if you see anybody, ditch that stuff fast. At least you’re there at night.”
    “A mortar is a valuable thing to lose.”
    “True,” Frank said, “but it’s the small one. The bigger ones will get set up here.”
    “Okay, I’ll see you back at the clubhouse,” Kurt said. “Make sure nothing happens to Mary while I’m gone.”
    “Of course,” Frank said.
    Everybody was back in the clubhouse within ten minutes. The sun was sinking rapidly now…..dusk had set in. Frank had the mortar taken apart and laid out on a table by the door, and Jerry was stuffing dynamite into his backpack. He put the blasting caps, wire, and plunger into a second