eased forward until we were half under the truck each behind a tire and wheel. Looking thru the scope I swear I was looking at the twins of the three I dumped back at the camp ground. In my scope cranked up to 12 power I could see the jail house art from here.
Bill spoke low and said ok, you take the left side and I’ll start on the right, meet in the middle. I asked him what if some wanted to surrender. He just shook his head no.
On his count of three we both fired. They were shooting so much they never knew two were down, the next two went just as easy. And it was done.
We waited a while to see if anybody twitched but it was a waste of time. They rolled the dice and they paid the piper. Nuff said.
We stood up and waved at the house and Bob waved back and headed out to the log pile. I whistled at his and when he looked I made the fist sign for “STOP”.
He moved over behind some cover and Bill and I walked up on the bodies. When we were maybe 10 feet away one flipped over and raised a pistol but that’s all he got done. we both hit him before he was a threat.
Bob came out and looked at the pistol laying there by the mans hand and asked how I knew. I said I didn’t know but asked if he would walk up on a “dead” Grizzly? He said point made!
We started the nasty task of searching them and piling anything useful to the side. Mostly it was just their weapons and ammo.
The pistol was a 1911 Colt 45 and I smiled at the them and said well now ya got a 45 and I can lighten the load some more.
They just laughed and went to searching the pistol man, which turned up 3 more magazines. The holster and gun were not what you’d expect to find on a scum bag like this and I figured it was stolen from some other poor bastard these scum came up on.
Bill and I walked back to the truck on the road and looked in it finding some cases of canned foods and beer and boxes of candy bars and just about like they had hit a convenience store.
We left the doper where he laid after getting his weapon. Then we drove to the logs and unloaded the goodies from the back and reloaded the trash then with Bill driving we headed off down the road to a junction.
We stacked them in a pile and Bill took some plywood and spray painted
“ Raiders’ and set it against them.
After that it was just clean up the mess, shoveling dirt over the blood and having a shot of JW even the two older boys had a drink, both looked a bit green but both had stood up well.
Surprising nobody Bills wife walked out and beat the hell out of the dinner gong! I guess it was her way of coping. We went in after washing real good and sat down to a big breakfast.
The women both sat there a moment then Bills wife took the bottle and took a small drink and passed to Bob’s wife. Then with no conversation we ate everything on the table.
By now the day was wasting away and the men both thought I should wait till morning and I agreed. I could feel the stress building real fast.
I had lived all my life pretty peacefully and while I had used my weapons while in the Marines and once as a cop the idea of shooting 5 men in less then what? 2 weeks? Three?..
So I decided that Texas was still gonna be there and I need to decompress and where safer and with better folks then here? I spent the rest of the day packing and unpacking the mules.
By days end I could almost do it in my sleep, I loaded them and got up on the Buckskin Mule and rode out a mile or so and made a circle and back to unload and do it all over again.
Bob told me that after a few days on the trail the pack mules would just follow the Buckskin without lead ropes, I looked at him like he was from another planet but Bob assured me this was so. They had raised these mules and trained them.
He also said if something spooked them it was best to not be tied to them but let them go and wait, they would come back to Buck. Nice!! I
Bill spoke low and said ok, you take the left side and I’ll start on the right, meet in the middle. I asked him what if some wanted to surrender. He just shook his head no.
On his count of three we both fired. They were shooting so much they never knew two were down, the next two went just as easy. And it was done.
We waited a while to see if anybody twitched but it was a waste of time. They rolled the dice and they paid the piper. Nuff said.
We stood up and waved at the house and Bob waved back and headed out to the log pile. I whistled at his and when he looked I made the fist sign for “STOP”.
He moved over behind some cover and Bill and I walked up on the bodies. When we were maybe 10 feet away one flipped over and raised a pistol but that’s all he got done. we both hit him before he was a threat.
Bob came out and looked at the pistol laying there by the mans hand and asked how I knew. I said I didn’t know but asked if he would walk up on a “dead” Grizzly? He said point made!
We started the nasty task of searching them and piling anything useful to the side. Mostly it was just their weapons and ammo.
The pistol was a 1911 Colt 45 and I smiled at the them and said well now ya got a 45 and I can lighten the load some more.
They just laughed and went to searching the pistol man, which turned up 3 more magazines. The holster and gun were not what you’d expect to find on a scum bag like this and I figured it was stolen from some other poor bastard these scum came up on.
Bill and I walked back to the truck on the road and looked in it finding some cases of canned foods and beer and boxes of candy bars and just about like they had hit a convenience store.
We left the doper where he laid after getting his weapon. Then we drove to the logs and unloaded the goodies from the back and reloaded the trash then with Bill driving we headed off down the road to a junction.
We stacked them in a pile and Bill took some plywood and spray painted
“ Raiders’ and set it against them.
After that it was just clean up the mess, shoveling dirt over the blood and having a shot of JW even the two older boys had a drink, both looked a bit green but both had stood up well.
Surprising nobody Bills wife walked out and beat the hell out of the dinner gong! I guess it was her way of coping. We went in after washing real good and sat down to a big breakfast.
The women both sat there a moment then Bills wife took the bottle and took a small drink and passed to Bob’s wife. Then with no conversation we ate everything on the table.
By now the day was wasting away and the men both thought I should wait till morning and I agreed. I could feel the stress building real fast.
I had lived all my life pretty peacefully and while I had used my weapons while in the Marines and once as a cop the idea of shooting 5 men in less then what? 2 weeks? Three?..
So I decided that Texas was still gonna be there and I need to decompress and where safer and with better folks then here? I spent the rest of the day packing and unpacking the mules.
By days end I could almost do it in my sleep, I loaded them and got up on the Buckskin Mule and rode out a mile or so and made a circle and back to unload and do it all over again.
Bob told me that after a few days on the trail the pack mules would just follow the Buckskin without lead ropes, I looked at him like he was from another planet but Bob assured me this was so. They had raised these mules and trained them.
He also said if something spooked them it was best to not be tied to them but let them go and wait, they would come back to Buck. Nice!! I
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