loved this part.
We spent the next three days doing this every day until it was just part of my muscle memory’s, speaking of which my ass was dragging every night and I was sleeping like a baby.
I also could tell I had lost weight even with the huge meals I was eating. But the day came that I knew I had to go. It was hard because these folks had become family, we had shared battle and bread. And JW!!
Which reminded me on the morning I was leaving I handed 3 more bottles to the brothers and watched them both smile and tear up at the same time. With hugs from the women and hand shakes from the youngsters and Both from Bob and Bill I climbed aboard Buck.
Bill was going to ride with me a ways and show me the pass I needed to go thru. He also had given me the Idaho Atlas and I gave him the Montana one I had. One of the tools I had taken from my truck was a set of fencing pliers, the handiest tools you could find in ranch country since barb wire had won the West.
Finely it was time to part company with this man who had become almost family and we had exchanged all the information we could.
I promised him that when things calmed down and vehicles were running again I’d come back to check on them. And that was a promise I intended to keep. One last hand shake and we rode away from each other. Neither of us turning to look back.
In all this time Molly had just lazed around the barn and now was wondering where the truck seat was, why was she having to walk?
Life’s rough in the new world, Suck it up buttercup!
I had taken both an Idaho and a US atlas from Bill and planned to use them a great deal. My plan such as it was. Was to simply head South and East and avoid any larger cities and towns.
I figure a small farm and ranch community might be more likely to pull together and form safe refuge for the area folks. And I sure hope I’m right.
I didn’t plan to be seen if at all possible until I wanted to be seen. I had already seen more then enough of the way things were shaping up. And frankly I was tired of having to kill people. Even really bad people who
needed killing.
I hoped to make at least 20 miles a day if at all possible but have no idea what I will actually do. This trip was uncharted territory for me. So I will just ride from can see to can’t see and when I get there I’ll be there.
It’s easy to have this attitude because there is no choice. Yes I could have kept the old Chevy and filled every thing that would hold gas and made better time.
Like maybe right into a roadblock or an ambush which besides ruining my entire day would most likely ruin my chances of making it home. Meaning we do it my way.
It’s funny when I think about anything it’s “WE” meaning Molly and me. I guess now it’s Molly, Buck and me. OH and the red mules.. Damn, we have a family!
After crossing thru the pass Bill showed me on the map he said to just follow the Southern slope as I’d be in open country which made riding easier as long as nobody saw me.
And not being seen was high on my list until I needed supplies which I hoped wouldn’t be for another 2 weeks. Time would tell and I planned to be looking for supper on the hoof so to speak. Meaning rabbits and such were fair game
I won’t shoot a deer until I have to because I will have to dry most of it and that will use up a couple of days. Which from the way my ass feels might be very welcome.
It was beautiful country I was riding thru and I wished I had somebody to share it with besides Molly but she was it and better then being alone.
Late in the afternoon we came up on a creek that had to be spring fed it was so small but the water was icy cold and it was a welcome place to stop. The day had drifted by with me just letting my mind drift.
But I was tired as hell and my butt was killing me so here we were staying. Besides it wasn’t long until dark and I needed to
We spent the next three days doing this every day until it was just part of my muscle memory’s, speaking of which my ass was dragging every night and I was sleeping like a baby.
I also could tell I had lost weight even with the huge meals I was eating. But the day came that I knew I had to go. It was hard because these folks had become family, we had shared battle and bread. And JW!!
Which reminded me on the morning I was leaving I handed 3 more bottles to the brothers and watched them both smile and tear up at the same time. With hugs from the women and hand shakes from the youngsters and Both from Bob and Bill I climbed aboard Buck.
Bill was going to ride with me a ways and show me the pass I needed to go thru. He also had given me the Idaho Atlas and I gave him the Montana one I had. One of the tools I had taken from my truck was a set of fencing pliers, the handiest tools you could find in ranch country since barb wire had won the West.
Finely it was time to part company with this man who had become almost family and we had exchanged all the information we could.
I promised him that when things calmed down and vehicles were running again I’d come back to check on them. And that was a promise I intended to keep. One last hand shake and we rode away from each other. Neither of us turning to look back.
In all this time Molly had just lazed around the barn and now was wondering where the truck seat was, why was she having to walk?
Life’s rough in the new world, Suck it up buttercup!
I had taken both an Idaho and a US atlas from Bill and planned to use them a great deal. My plan such as it was. Was to simply head South and East and avoid any larger cities and towns.
I figure a small farm and ranch community might be more likely to pull together and form safe refuge for the area folks. And I sure hope I’m right.
I didn’t plan to be seen if at all possible until I wanted to be seen. I had already seen more then enough of the way things were shaping up. And frankly I was tired of having to kill people. Even really bad people who
needed killing.
I hoped to make at least 20 miles a day if at all possible but have no idea what I will actually do. This trip was uncharted territory for me. So I will just ride from can see to can’t see and when I get there I’ll be there.
It’s easy to have this attitude because there is no choice. Yes I could have kept the old Chevy and filled every thing that would hold gas and made better time.
Like maybe right into a roadblock or an ambush which besides ruining my entire day would most likely ruin my chances of making it home. Meaning we do it my way.
It’s funny when I think about anything it’s “WE” meaning Molly and me. I guess now it’s Molly, Buck and me. OH and the red mules.. Damn, we have a family!
After crossing thru the pass Bill showed me on the map he said to just follow the Southern slope as I’d be in open country which made riding easier as long as nobody saw me.
And not being seen was high on my list until I needed supplies which I hoped wouldn’t be for another 2 weeks. Time would tell and I planned to be looking for supper on the hoof so to speak. Meaning rabbits and such were fair game
I won’t shoot a deer until I have to because I will have to dry most of it and that will use up a couple of days. Which from the way my ass feels might be very welcome.
It was beautiful country I was riding thru and I wished I had somebody to share it with besides Molly but she was it and better then being alone.
Late in the afternoon we came up on a creek that had to be spring fed it was so small but the water was icy cold and it was a welcome place to stop. The day had drifted by with me just letting my mind drift.
But I was tired as hell and my butt was killing me so here we were staying. Besides it wasn’t long until dark and I needed to
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