Free Bug Out! Part 7: Mile High Motorhomes by Robert Boren Page B

have stopped,” Terry said.
    “I hope they didn’t get out on foot.”
    They watched silently. No movement. No vehicle noise.
    “There isn’t a way they can get around us, is there?” Terry asked.
    “I don’t know.”
    “Listen. Rocks sliding,” Terry whispered.
    “I hear it.”
    Suddenly Dobie’s phone rang. He struggled to get into his pocket to shut it off. Then a shot rang out, hitting the dirt about 30 yards in front of them.
    “Shit, forgot to turn that off. Better check yours,” Dobie whispered. “You see where that shot came from?”
    “Yeah, it came from that ridge. Looks like they decided to climb over the top of the switchback area.”
    “Can you see anybody?”
    “No, they’ve got their heads down again, or else I would have shot at them.”
    “Hold your fire for now. I’m going to call Gabe back.” He pulled out his phone and pushed the callback button. “Gabe,” he whispered.
    “Yeah, sorry about the ring. Thought of that right after I hit the call button.”
    “It’s alright, it got them to fire a shot at us. We know where they are. They came up over the ridge from where the switchbacks were.”
    “The guys are coming in Jeb’s jeep. I sent some dynamite with them. We’ve also got Jackson and Earl going up on the big ridge next to the park. They’ll be able to see everything from there. After you guys kill these creeps, we’ll blow the thin part of the road where the switchbacks are.”
    “Sure you want to do that? Might be a good escape route in a pinch.”
    “It’s a death trap, Dobie. I wouldn’t have led us back that way if I knew we were being followed. Perfect place to get ambushed. Talk to you later. Be careful.”
    Dobie put his phone back in his pocket.
    “Listen,” Terry said. “Vehicle creeping up behind us.”
    “Should be your uncle and the other sharp shooters,” Dobie said.
    Jeb’s jeep pulled to a stop about fifty yards behind the clump of trees. The men quietly got out. Duchess growled softly.
    “Duchess, its friends,” Dobie whispered at her.
    “One of them has his head up. I think I can get him. Should I take the shot?”
    “Yeah, Terry, take it.”
    He fired, and the Islamist’s head exploded. There was some shouting in Arabic, and some shots came from the ridge again. Another one got up far enough to see what he was shooting at, and then a rifle went off from behind and to the right. It hit the Islamist in the neck, and he fell down the front of the ridge. Dobie looked back in time to see the Sheriff work the bolt on his rifle to chamber another round. He looked at Dobie and Terry and nodded.
    “That’s two,” Terry said. “How many more, I wonder?”
    Duchess growled again, but then stopped. Jeb was making his way down the creek, carrying his rifle, with his bow on his back. Kurt followed him, about twenty yards behind. The Sheriff climbed up in the trees next to them.
    “You ever see their vehicle?” he asked.
    “No,” Dobie whispered. “They stopped in those switchbacks and got up on the ridge.”
    “Bad choice for them. Jackson and Earl are climbing up the mountain behind us. That’s the one that borders the park on the other side of the meadow. It’s a good vantage point.”
    “What are Jeb and Kurt going to do?” Terry asked.
    “They’re gonna try to get behind their vehicle and blow the road,” he replied. “By the way, I heard what you did back there. I’m proud of you.”
    “Thanks, uncle,” Terry said, looking a little embarrassed.
    “Nice girl, too,” he said, grinning. “She’s beside herself with worry. I think you made a good impression.”
    “You guys need to quit teasing her. You’ll ruin my chances,” he whispered.
    “Oh, so you
do
like her, eh?” he said, chuckling.
    Suddenly there was another shot in their direction. A bullet ripped through branches about twenty yards to their left, sending splinters flying. Then there were two shots coming from the high ridge. One Islamist was hit square in the