Free An Old Man And His Axe: A Prepper fiction book of survival in an EMP grid down post apocalyptic world (Old Preppers Die Hard 1) by Ron Foster

down the road and listening.
     
    “I guess so, hell I hope so. I also hope they ain’t kin to that old man, but if they were they would have recognized that car and not have been so easy to run off. The sooner we get rid of that car the better, I say. Now then, right before we get to the old man’s you pull off a little. I will wave you on up if it looks clear and you park that thing in the driveway, leave the keys in it and haul ass back to my van and we are out of here, o.k.?” Farley said looking at the boy seriously.
     
    “Sounds good, I am ready when you are.” the boy agreed.
     
    Farley took it slow going back to the old man’s house and was glad he didn’t meet any traffic or see the pickup truck again that he was watching intently for. He scanned the old man’s property pretty good as he was coming up on it and then not noting anything amiss, he went ahead and waved for the boy to come on and make the swap.
     
    Jeremy did just as he was told and Farley kept a close eye on the old man’s front porch door and the sides of the house until the boy got in and he backed very quickly out of the driveway and got on his way.
     
    Farley had put together his survival rifle before leaving out and found it a bit awkward to back up and drive with it in his lap but it was better than the .380 pistol for this situation, he had thought.
    There was no way he could really hit crap with the pistol shooting left handed out the driver’s window he had figured and had decided he would try broadside with the .22 semi auto rifle to cover his new friends’ escape.
     

 
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    Momma’s Misfit
     
     
    “O.k., we got those little adventures out the way. Son, anyone ever tell you that you were bad luck?” Farley said grinning at the boy.
     
    “I would say we were about even when it comes to being bad luck.” Jeremy said with a smile trying to pass some of the blame back on Farley for having his van stuck on the side of the road not long ago.
     
    “Touché! You got me good on that one. How far do we have to go before I turn off to your Momma’s?” Farley asked.
    “You got about a half mile before you will see a sign that says Willow Creek. I will tell you when it’s time to turn.” Jeremy said watching the road and occasionally looking in the rear view side mirror.
     
    “When do you think you all will be heading out towards Mobile? You think you got enough gas now to make the trip?” Farley asked nonchalantly.  He had been thinking it might be a pretty lucky thing to know about a house soon to be vacant. “ I wonder if I can get them to leave me the key, maybe.” Farley pondered.
     
    “It might be a close shave but if momma wants to try it, I think we can make Mobile, maybe.” Jeremy said.
     
    “You don’t want to take any chances of running out of gas on the road these days, boy. Is that the turn up there?” Farley said looking ahead.
     
    “Yea, that’s it. Well, I could keep looking around here for some more gas but when momma hears about that encounter with the old man she ain`t going to let me stray far from the property. Do we really need to say anything about that?” the boy said beseechingly to Farley.
     
    “I am thinking on that, hey isn’t that them redneck boys truck parked over there?” Farley asked, pointing towards a trailer off the side of the road.
     
    “Sure looks like it, I guess that’s where they live.” Jeremy said as they slowed momentarily for a better look.
     
    “Great neighbors you got.” Farley said frustrated that his plan seemed not so attractive now.
     
    “I have never seen them before today but of course I never get by this way much. I cut through the woods to get to the old man’s place. We got about another mile or so to go now. The houses get nicer closer to the lake shore and we are staying on sort of a little cul-de-sac of rental properties. Hey Farley, I sure would like to avoid upsetting Momma, why don’t you just drop me off with that can of gas