Beware the Sleeping Dragon

The Dragon’s Eyes

By TJ Reeder

11-4-2013

All rights reserved

   When I started writing the Sleeping Dragon book I really wasn’t planning to make it anything more then the short read it was, but I’ve been blown away at the response to the message of the book and I feel more secure in the fact that so many others have spoken out in the reviews and agreed. Maybe there is hope for us yet, I had all but given up but your response is showing me America is still a land of people who do care and if pushed too far will respond as did our forefathers.

   On a more commercial note, yes this book costs more then the first one, reason being that it takes a lot of time to write these books and a workman should be worth his pay, I hope I am!

As I often tell people who do the one star review bitching “ If you truly feel it wasn’t up to the price please ask for a refund.”  I don’t expect anybody to pay for something they really didn’t like.

    I recently bought a paper back by one of my favorite authors and it sucked! I then noticed it was written “with” somebody else, Shortly afterwards the Author died, I guess they were cashing in before he died. Too bad, it lessoned his name.

Ok I’m done preaching, It is what it is, like it or hate it!

BUT!! Please leave a review so I’ll know if this series should continue or rest in a shallow unmarked grave.

    Of course if it’s a crappy review don’t bother, just ask for a refund!! Lololol…

Someplace In Montana

    When you one day wake up and realize that yes the world is full of problems it’s not really a new thing. But when you come to realize that you are a big part of those problems it can be a bitter pill to swallow.

    When I realized that I almost choked on my pill. When you go along ignoring the things around you, all the while wearing your rose colored glasses, you’ve not changed anything, you’ve simply put a candy coating on that pill.

    It’s been two years since my rose colored glasses got knocked off my face. And I did do something about it. A lot of people died, starting with my sweet wife Dawn and I add her two dogs into the count simply because they were more human then the bastards who snuffed out all three lives.

    To them it was no more then blowing out a candle, to me it lit up the night like a nuke had gone off.

    They say if you’re gonna dance with the devil you have to pay the piper, but nobody ever said how much or what the piper wanted.

    My enemies had paid a very large price for their dance, their problem was that they weren’t done paying their bill. How much would they pay? I’ve no idea really except they will pay until the music stops.

    It’s been several months since the bunker blew up taking a lot of people with it. They took a lot of time getting back on scene to do their investigation, seems they kept finding bad things….the hard way.

    They say the final count was twenty, I don’t think that would be including the ones who died in the beginning, just the blast that followed.

    It also seems from the news reports that the scene was contaminated by several hundred gallons of bleach and hydrogen peroxide that was stored in the bunker and after the blast rained down and really fucked up the DNA evidence.  I have such a devious mind.

    My friend and former neighbor Clark must be a millionaire by now. Using a trail of lawyers ten deep he released the video in short spurts.

    Every time the Government spokesman stood in front of the cameras lying a new snippet of video would pop up showing the lie, they finally stopped making news releases.

    There are several ongoing law suits against the Fed by the Lawyers who were involved as cutouts in the process of selling the videos and were arrested under every bullshit charge one can name.

    All in all it has turned into a cluster fuck for the Gov. So far Clark is ok and making plans to sell his home and move elsewhere because his neighborhood is unsafe due to gang activity, meaning the biggest armed gang in America. The Federal Law Enforcement community.

    As for me, I went thru several bad days and sleepless nights because of the pain and suffering I caused the families of the dead Feds. But how many of them lost sleep over the death of my wife?

    The past months have been about the quietest of my life, filled with long hikes into the local mountains, fishing the streams for brook trout and in general just letting my soul heal.

    I’ve seen nobody since I arrived here, I brought all I needed for supplies and closed and locked the gate behind me. Private land in the middle of a big ranch that allows no trespassing.

   I long term leased the place and met the owners once, I think they could tell I was looking for some place quiet and I got it, nobody has been near the place since I moved in.

    Nothing has been settled as to myself, did I die on the hill? Did I escape? Nobody knows but I assume the Fed will assume I didn’t die there.

    I’ve watched the news like a hawk and it seems there were no lessons learned since almost weekly there is a SNAFU raid someplace that leaves innocents hurt and too often dead. Somebody needs to do something about this shit. I’m a somebody.

    I have work that needs doing and I can’t do it hiding out here in my comfy little cabin so it’s time to head out and rejoin the world for a bit.

    I closed up the cabin and using the old pickup I paid cash for I headed out. First stop will be to get my bike and leave the truck.

    I stored the bike in a storage unit a hundred miles from my cabin, I rented long term storage and simply parked the bike, now I’ll switch it out and leave the truck in the unit.

    It felt good to be riding again. I fly under the radar by wearing one of several vests with different “colors” on them. One set is for a Christian bike club, cops seem to disregard Christian bikers, one is a Veterans for Peace club. They seem to be like wearing the invisible cloak from the Harry Potter flicks. People look then look away. Just another old biker with a message.

    I’m actually a member in good standing with these groups, most are people who do their 9 to 5 life and ride on weekends, some are like me “retired” and riding my years away. Except I’m not what I seem, am I?

    I had been following the news and one thing that

caught my eye was a raid that was pulled off by a small city SWAT team, equipped and trained by the Feds of course, the raid was for a man who had failed to appear in court for a DWI arrest.

    The raid party was the locals first chance to use their new toys in an actual raid.

    They hit the house at 0400 by simply hammering the door open and charging in only to be confronted by a man with a shotgun who managed to drop two of the raiders before he was shot dead by the rest of the pack.

   They never attempted to contact the man they were after, they just took down the door and rushed in.     

    The owner of the home thinking he was facing home invaders opened fire, the cops returned fire killing the home owner. A 70 year old widower who it turned out wasn’t the person named in the warrant, that was his son. Who no longer lived there.

    I followed the story as well as I could and to a degree it looked like I might want to visit the place. It was a one day easy ride to get there, I took three, I enjoyed being back among the living…for a while.

    The town was named Waldon and it sits in the open country of Western Washington. I rode right in like I owned the place and found the local coffee clutchers hang out. The Coffee Bean café, red and white checkered table cloths and Cane bottomed chairs from long ago.

    I backed the big Harley into a spot right in front and eased off going thru the motions of an older man who spent too many hours on the bike. After doing all the stretches expected of me I  headed inside and found it just as I figured I would.

    The front table had four old guys sipping coffee and now watching me, I nodded to them and took a table close enough to hear what was said but far enough to not be spoken to.

   I ordered breakfast and coffee and picked up a newspaper somebody had left behind. Even after almost two weeks the shooting was still news since it was the biggest story since the Japs bombed Pearl Harbor.

    The investigation was being handled by the state attorneys office and the state police. And I was very surprised to read that the Chief of Police had been fired as had several of the higher ups in the department. The young officer who had fired the shots that killed the home owner was still in the hospital undergoing therapy.

    The first thing he did was resign from the job and a couple of days later had swallowed half a bottle of booze and a bottle of some kind of pills. He was found by his wife and rushed to the hospital. He was under the care of a shrink as well as the medical docs. Maybe the brain washing hadn’t taken hold in his case.

   It seems he knew the man he shot and had known him most of his life and had gone to school with the mans son.

    Reporters weren’t allowed to see him and nobody but the state investigators had been able to talk to him.

    I knew right then that I wasn’t going to find work here, this town was handling things as they should. But there’s a lot out there who aren’t and I’ll be rolling.

    I spent the night in a motel two hundred miles from the small sad town in Washington. I felt sorry for all involved but I’d bet the local folks were going to be taking a close interest in their local police from now on.

    I will happily admit that I’m relieved at not having to deal with any issues in Waldon, I set this course and will follow it until I can’t anymore or they kill me but that don’t mean I relish the job.

    My next stop is with a man I never planned to have any dealing with, I’ve know Wally for many years and while I can’t say we are friends we don’t start shooting when we spot each other. Wally is one of those people who can get anything, he’s always around the bigger gun shows. He runs a squeaky clean business at the shows but if he knows you and trusts you he can supply most anything within reason.

    I knew where he would be this time of the year so I headed that way. Two long days later I was in Dallas. I had a couple of days to get lined out before the big gun show so I used the time looking for a tattoo place I had heard about. The guy running it was a lady, she had a lot of ink but nothing like most women who hang out in places like this.

    I looked around until the place was empty before I approached her with my request. She heard me out and said she had done the same for a lot of people who wanted to have skin art but not forever. I wanted what looked like old tats mixed with some that looked pretty new, on my arms. She told me to come back in a couple of hours because she had a client coming in and would do me after the shop closed.

    I don’t claim I invented this idea, it was in a story I read one time years back, a guy was after the scumbag who raped his girlfriend so he got fake tats that would draw the eye away from the face and then he rode his bike up beside the cop car transporting the sleaze bag and used a cut down shotgun to remove the glass and his head all at one time. He then shot out a tire on the cop car tossed the gun and spun around and took off, all the witnesses said he was a gang biker with tons of tats but the helmet covered his head and the shield was dark so no face, he also wore a black hoody, he later used alcohol to remove the ink and  just disappeared into the night.

   I learn a lot from reading and two hours later I was back at the tat shop, and three hours and five hundred dollars later I had some awesome ink, some old and faded and some fairly new and all distinctive.

   The woman looked at me and said just a minute, she left and returned with a DVD disk and handed it to me, she said there was no copy’s and she never talked to anybody about anything, the disk was from her security cameras.

    I looked at her for a bit and said I may be back for another treatment is that ok? She just nodded and handed me a bottle of clear liquid and said this will remove all the ink then shower real good, come back as often as you need to.

    We both smiled and I left. Some people are smarter then others.

    I had not thought of security cameras in a tattoo shop but I guess it can attract rough trade.

    My next stop was a thrift store where I found an old beat to shit Levi jacket that I took back to my room and cut the sleeves off.

    I spent the next couple of hours sewing a patch on the back of the cut, a skull with blood running out of a bullet hole in the forehead, above that was the banner with Satan’s Saints MC and a rocker under the skull with California. Under that was the word Nomad. That settled the who, what and where issues.

    Nomad bikers don’t have a home club but just drift as the name implies. With my long hair and beard and the tats showing I was pretty “Identifiable”, I just hoped I didn’t run into any real bikers!

    The show opened at 0900 and I waited until the place was jammed before I walked thru the door and paid my ten bucks to get in. The cop at the door looked me over and I looked him right in the eye from behind my dark shades, his eyes were on the ink.

    I made a slow pass thru the show looking for and spotting the guy I was looking for, he was at a table full of good for sale and had three hot chicks working the customers, a chick in a tight tee with no bra and tight shorts will get money out of a guys wallet faster then a snake strike and usually with no haggling.

    Wally was nothing if he wasn’t a smart business man and considering some of the stuff he sells and the folks who buy it he would have been dead long ago if he wasn’t.

    I waited until the girls were all busy and went over to him and said “Howdy Wally” causing him to look and then look again before he said Sorry friend I don’t think we’ve met? I stuck out my hand which he took and palmed the bit of paper I handed him, I looked at the goodies a moment then walked away. He would read the note and follow or he wouldn’t, nothing I could do about that.

    I headed for the concession area and got a burger and coke for a lot more then they were worth, gun show food is always way over priced and always not worth the cost, but it’s filling, usually it being sold by some group of boy scouts or girls gymnastics team earning money to go wherever.

    I picked a table with two empty chairs and took the one against the wall, I had my burger half eaten when Wally walked up and asked if he could sit in the other chair, I said sure. He slowly ate his burger while I finished mine. The table emptied and for the moment we had it to ourselves. He looked at me real close and finally said I heard about your wife, sorry man.

    I just nodded, he said I heard your dead someplace in the middle of no fuckin place. I nodded again.

     He said well I approve of what you seem to be doing and by the way what a disguise! I handed him another note which he read, his eyes drifted up a bit like he was in deep thought, he nodded and said ok, $500.00 a unit, I smiled at him and said $250.00 you crook, he smiled and said Ok, $300.00 and that’s firm. I nodded again and said I want at least 10, can do? He thought some more and said yea I can do it, when and where?

    We worked out the details of where he would drop off the goodies and I paid him with a roll of hundreds I had put together without touching any of then without gloves.

    We didn’t shake hands again because we aren’t in the hand shaking business, I need, he has, end of story.

    I watched him walk away and I drifted back thru the big room, I saw nothing I needed or wanted that I couldn’t get elsewhere with less hassle and less money, I headed out a different door and walked around to my bike which I had parked in an out of the way spot. Never make it easy for the assholes.

    I rolled out of the big parking lot, hit the streets and spent an hour drifting thru quiet sub-divisions and alleys until I was sure I was clean then I took off the cut and ripped the patches off of it and tossed them in several different dumpsters, I tossed the cut it’s self a mile from the last dumpster and put on a leather jacket with a Marine Corp emblem patch in the back covering my ink and headed for a different motel to clean up.

    Two hours later I rolled out with the right plates back on my bike and the ones I had stole several days and five hundred miles away went into different dumpsters in pieces. I was back to being the middle aged good biker who does rides for good causes of which there was one right here in this area this weekend.

    I was shortly among my own kind, sipping coke and looking at all the really pimped out bikes.

    Some of these guys spend thousands on a bike they may ride 200 miles a year, they haul them to the area of the ride and then ride a few miles and then home. Good dudes all.

    A week later I was sitting in a rest stop in Oklahoma in an old pick up I bought for five hundred bucks pulling an equally used horse trailer for the bike.  I would use it then leave it with the title in it at cars for the blind place where people donate old vehicles that can be sold and the money used to help folks who are blind or near so.

    I watched a new truck pull in and parked next to my ride, a young lady I had last seen wearing almost nothing got out and walked inside to use the john, I stepped out and lifted the box from her truck and set in in mine and was gone before she came out.

    I now had the tools to do something I was really going to enjoy! I just needed to do my research and line out my ducks. I was due for some fun.

    One of my pet gripes is the Government passing out military armored vehicles to civilian police departments who I feel don’t need them. I mean come on! A town of 20,000 people needs an armored car? A SWAT team?

    In a town of that size the cops should know damn near every person in town, well not really but damn near.

    Back in the days of the beat cop he knew every business owner and most of the people on his beat, which kids were heading for trouble and could dispense a little sidewalk justice which helped a lot, helped me for sure!

    But these days the cops spend their entire shift sitting in a car answering barking dog calls or some other stupid crap. Now they wear uniforms too close to the uniform of the Nazi SS and act like it too.

    I used Google in my search for information and found just what I was looking for and less then a hundred miles away. A nice Mayberry kind of town who’s chief of police had decided he needed cool stuff and had acquired a nice armored up Humvee all decked out to haul his five man SWAT team. In a town with 10 cops they needed this shit? I think not!

    I headed that way and got there midday and wearing a bikers for God cut I parked the Harley at the local café and went in for lunch, folks see a biker and usually get quiet, these were no different so I made sure I turned around so the patch showed and instantly the conversation started up again, people nodded and smiled. Gotta love it. Flying right thru the radar and nobody sees.

    I spent an hour eating and listening to the locals talking, and I did hear some griping about the new police chief and his changes in the department and several comments about the evil looking black “tank” he paraded around in at every opportunity, yep things were gonna change here in Mayberry.

    I rode out of town to a rest stop where I had left the truck and trailer, loaded the bike and headed for the next town about fifty miles away. I got a room in an older motel being run by some middle easterner as so many these days are. These folks show up here without a pot to piss in and the next day own a motel?? Beats me, I guess they have a rich relative named Uncle Sam.

    I spent the night and rolled out in the truck pulling the trailer, wearing a well worn jean jacket and a beat up old cowboy hat and glasses I looked like any other older cowboy type moving around over the country side, mostly looking for work on ranches that still hired horseman to ride range and fence lines, a fading part of Americana that was, being replaced with some kid on a four wheeler who never rode a horse in his life. But it was a look that works for me quite well, flying thru the radar.

    It took me less then a 30 minutes to locate the cop shop and the compound where their newest toy was parked, one trip past it and I was gone with the picture in my mind. Pretty simple really, two cameras on the lot, one on the gate and one rotating back and forth. Whoever designed the security on the lot needed to take basic security 101.

    I headed back out of town and drove the usual 100 miles before I found another motel owned by the usual Government subsidized foreigner, our Government should try helping our own people like this.

    I unhooked the trailer and made ready to follow my plan then took a nap until midnight.

    I made the 100 mile drive in good order and using back streets I got to within a few hundred yards of the compound which had a few lights burning, nobody was around and why wait? I used a throw away phone to call in a report of shots being fired on the edge of town away from my route out, then I headed for the fence, five minutes with bolt cutters and I was in, I did my best to avoid being caught by the cameras but I was wearing all black loose bulky clothing with a hoody sweat shirt and gloves, I had even wrapped my boots in cut up burlap.

    I made a bee line for the Humvee and taking two of the items I had bought I set one on the hood and one inside over the area where the fuel tank was located.

    A word on these toys, they were military issue Thermite grenades, designed to cause havoc with metal. Now in the movies you see and hear that these will burn thru a tank, well not quite, but tossed into the breech of a captured big gun they can weld it shut making the gun worthless, what I was doing would do the same and that was my goal.

    I pulled the pin on the first one and hurried to the second one, these things have about an 8 second fuse so dawdling around ain’t a good thing.

     I got the second one pulled and ran like the hounds were after me, thru the fence and to the truck and I was rolling. I heard the first one light off before I hit the fence.

    I would have liked to stick around to watch since I’d never used one of these before but that wasn’t in the cards.

    Back streets and I was out of Dodge and rolling free back to the motel. I hooked up the trailer and was on the road and in the wind.

    I stopped later in the day at a small Mom and pop motel owned and run by some nice older folks and got my room and crashed for a few hours.

    I headed to a local café and got fed and watched Fox news on the café TV. It took a while but there it was, cameras recording the raging fire in a police impound lot where vandals had burned a police vehicle, and burn it did!

    Damn I had no idea it would work that well, the grenade on the hood wasn’t needed at all, something to remember!

    The police chief was in front of the cameras ranting about it, while some of the towns residence seemed to think it was just fine, who needs armored cop vehicles in a town as quiet as theirs?

    They filmed the hole in the fence and the other vehicles that went up in flames also. A nice nights work from my point of view!!

    The story was big news and Fox hammered it hard showing footage of other towns where the police were becoming militarized.

    And of course the FBI was assisting in the investigation along with the BATF since it involved the use of military ordnance.

    I looked for the FBI agent who had visited my place but never saw him, I had a feeling he wasn’t just some low level agent and I fully expected to see him again.

    I stayed there for two days then headed for a town in Kansas named Barnes where an eager beaver police department seemed to be infested with storm troopers. It’s become a plague across the land.

    Traveling across the land with an older pickup and horse trailer seems to make one invisible to “ The Man,” same with the old Vet biker thing, it seems to me it proves that profiling is prevalent in our society, put the same person with the Veteran symbol on his cut in a cut with some “biker gang” type patch and every cop across the nation will look twice and look for any reason to make a stop.

    Same with old cowboys or cowboys in general, put a horse trailer on your truck and don’t have any lighting issues and chances are you will never be looked at twice. Whatever, it works for me!

    Since the shit happened back home I assume they are looking for me but with no DNA and my prints only being on my file thru my military service and I know they have those but unless I get arrested and printed I won’t jump out at them.

    So I just hold my low profile and cruise along. One thing I did do back when I started off on this I located a source for fake papers and with the help of other old friends who have old friends, I built several personas that would hold up to a casual stop but I sure don’t want to put it to the test. Low and slow is my motto these days.

    I took a few days getting to the place in Kansas I was looking for, I drove thru the place, it wasn’t much to look at for sure and it sure didn’t look like the kind of place to have hotshot eager beavers for cops but I’ll know soon enough.

    I stopped in the usual place for information, the local café were the locals go. I remember a time when long hair or a beard would get you looked at with suspicions but times changed and all these folks saw was a middle aged cowboy walking with the half gimpy gait of a man who spent his life on rough stock, which for me wasn’t hard to do cause I feel gimpy from sitting and driving for so long.

    Lots of “hats” in view when I walked in, most nodded on seeing one of their own kind, I nodded back and took a table and ordered the biggest breakfast on the menu with lots of coffee, now that’s pure cowboy any place you go. Eat when ya can and coffee up cause it might be a while.

    Also a lesson well learned in my misspent youth in Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children . Ahh the brotherhood of the grunt.

    I ate slowly like a man who enjoys the simple pleasure of having time to sit and enjoy. Folks around me were talking and I looked like I fit in so they were open. One old gent commented on getting stopped by one of the new city cops, said he had a burned out tail light, the old guy said he told the kid that it was burned out before he was done sucking his mama’s tit which got him a ticket, the others all laughed and one commented that if he would stop poking 5 foot rattlers with a 2 foot stick he wouldn’t get bit so often! Causing all the room to laugh out loud. I even laughed because I’ve been accused of doing the same thing.

    But it did get the talk moved over to the new Chief of Police hired by the city, seems he was from the big city and didn’t know shit about country folks and he had replaced most of the old force with new crackerjacks that the cop schools were stamping out. 

    Little Nazi storm troopers the old fellow said, with all the rest nodding along with that observation, I wanted to ask what had brought about the changes but didn’t want to get involved and remembered.

    I stuck around until the coffee clutch broke up and quickly paid up and was standing on the side walk when most of them came out, and like all folks like these they stood around out front for a bit just watching their town go by, which included a cop car with two people in it, the old guy made a comment about the driver being the one who stopped him.

    The driver slowed down and glared at the group so I looked down to let my hat shade my face, they drove on but it was time to get out of here.

    I nodded to the bunch in general and headed across the street to where my truck was parked and got out of town without seeing the patrol car again. I did get a look at the cop shop on the way out but there wasn’t anything to see.

    The news story that had grabbed my attention regarding the place was a story about several police raids for drugs that hadn’t turned up more then a joint or so but several of the folks who got rousted got slapped around a good bit.

     One was a pregnant woman who was knocked down when she tried to push a cop away from her down and handcuffed husband who got his ribs kicked in a bit after he was cuffed, the cop had slapped her, knocking her into a table.

    She came close to losing the baby, the cops all stuck to the story that she had attacked them as they were trying to control her husband who was fighting them, and she was arrested in the hospital.

    This had happened a few weeks past so it wasn’t really news anymore but I’m surprised the locals weren’t marching on the police department with torches and buckets of hot tar and feathers.

    I went to the county seat and checked the library for news reports and learned a lot.

    The Police chief was the Mayors Brother in law and had moved just ahead of being fired for excessive use of force in several arrests. It looked like his way of operating followed him here. I love the internet because it also gave me the Mayor and the Chiefs addresses.

    I believed he needed to leave town but not in a coffin as of yet. I spent a few days drifting thru the county sitting and listening to folks talk and picking up a bit of info here and there.  And after doing that I knew what needed doing, the chief needed to be retired maybe with debilitating injuries and that would most likely help the department.

    Most young cops tend to follow the lead of the older guys until they get their feet wet, here the older guy was the hard assed chief, so get rid of him and the rest should fall in line.

    Now how to get rid of him, I don’t think he’s done anything bad enough to deserve a visit from the Grim reaper but given time he will.

    I had been watching the news and listening to it on the radio and back where the Humvee burned the Feds were still investigating and had interviewed several of the locals who from what I could read between the lines had told them to go fuck themselves, I like that!! More people should do it.

    Back to this problem, it seems to me it’s a problem of the Mayor and the Chief of police since one brought the other in. So perhaps both should  retire early. I spent a couple of days thinking about it as I drifted from place to place in a 100 mile radius while I mulled it over and finally decided on a plan that should work. Might work, I hoped.

    I left the trailer again, this time in a private storage lot and headed back to Barnes and the café, I was sitting there with my breakfast when the old gang started arriving, I won’t say I learned much but I got a good feel for the town and the folks who live here and I believed if the Chief had an accident that made him give up his job it wouldn’t hurt anybodies feelers.

    That very night I set thing in motion by calling in a shots fired at the edge of town and watched both on duty cars race past where I sat listening to my scanner watching the chiefs house and sure enough he came charging out the door all set to go to war. He fired up his patrol car and raced out where the action was supposed to be while I followed a ways behind.

    He got there and watched his troops circling the area, listening to their radio chatter before telling them to get back to work, after they left the area he headed home.

    I had left several minutes before he did and parked down the street in the shadows.

    When he got home he climbed out of his car and walked past a tall bush by his walk way, he never saw or heard anything when the sap hit him on the back of the head, down he went out cold. I loaded him back in his car and with his keys headed out of town a ways.

    The county had a gravel pit outside town with a turn around that curved right beside the edge of the open pit, it was a good drop for sure. After I had him back behind the wheel I poured some whiskey from a pint bottle down his throat while holding his nose shut, I thought he was gonna wake up the way he jerked, but he didn’t, the next mouth full I swear he swallowed on his own, I poured some on his clothes and placed the bottle on the seat.

    Then I simply pointed the wheels toward the edge and put it in drive, and he was gone! Right over the edge. I looked over as the car hit nose down and put him thru the windshield. Maybe I should have hooked the seat belt.

    I started walking back into town keeping my eyes peeled for the night patrol and while I saw them crossing streets ahead of me they never saw me all dressed in black, I got to my truck and left town lights out and using back streets.

    The next morning I was having breakfast when the old boy network came in and man were they on fire!   

    The word was the chief was out in his patrol car, drunk and drove over the edge of the gravel pit, he was in bad shape in the hospital and was suspended for DUI and it looked like he was gone, the Mayor was leading the pack with getting rid of him.

    Several said the mayor needed to leave town too. But he was up for reelection in a very short time and his chances were bad before this.

    They said one of the older original officers had been appointed Chief and word was he was having a meeting that same moment informing several people that they needed to be looking for new jobs.

    I smiled and paid my bill, left a nice tip and setting my hat on my head I nodded to them all and left town, I think Barnes will settle back into the good place it was before. I was happy to be of help.

    I was pleased, so far I had helped a lot of people even if they didn’t know it and while I was having fun I figured maybe I needed to head back to the cabin and let the smoke clear.

    Before I did that I used my prepaid phone and called Clark on the one I left him, he answered right away and we spent several minutes getting up to speed, he had sold his house and was moving south where it was warmer, his wife was born in south eastern Oklahoma so that’s where they were gonna be.

    He said he had watched the news and thought he saw my handy work in a few stories. I left him to wonder and said I’d be in touch and signed off.

    I then called Walt on his throw away, he took several rings before he answered, I asked how he was doing, he said his dog shit on the floor which was our private way of saying all was ok and he wasn’t under the gun, had he said he was fine I would have hung up and killed the phone.

    We talked for a while, He asked if I had been in certain places I said yea I had, he laughed and said after the first outbreak of news everything got squelched fast.

    He had been visited by Feds of every ilk, all asking for information, he said all he knew was I had been killed in the blast since the place was surrounded and no way out. They just looked at him and went away but his phones were making funny sounds.

    He said he was ditching this phone and going to a different one, we had numbered them when I got them and we each had a list of the phone numbers corresponding with the number of the phone, he gave me the number on his, I did the same.

I told him I’d be in touch and hung up and headed down the road, I was crossing a river and tossed the phone out the window.

    I was ready to head to the mountains and my cabin to await the next developments, it had been a long trip and plenty busy but I felt like I had done a lot of good. And what more can one ask for at the end of day?

    I was home in two days and after deciding to just keep the truck and trailer. I dropped the truck and trailer inside the storage unit with the bike inside ready for another trip. Loaded up in my local truck and headed home and made it in good order.

    I only stopped for a supply of food and to fill the truck. That night I sat on my porch drinking a beer and rocking.

    At times like this I really missed Dawn but that was the past and my road went forward into the future.

    I spent some time riding up in the hills around the place, the rancher whose place surrounded the land the cabin sat on had made a deal to leave a few head of horses in the pasture if I’d keep an eye on them I could ride all I wanted, it was a great deal for me.

    I’ve always loved riding in the high country and nothing is more peaceful then sitting on a boulder in a mountain meadow listening to the horse chomping grass and watching the Hawks hunting above.

    This is the only church I’ve ever needed or ever will need, the church God built.

    The ranch was called High Peaks and was owned by Barney Stovall, he had been born here as had his dad and his grand dad and his before him. Local  Legend has it that the original Stovall came in while the Army was chasing the Indians all over the country side, story also says they were driving a big herd of young cows and a few bulls, all long horns and as the story goes there seemed to be a lot of brands mixed into the herd mostly Mexican brands.

    Nobody ever said much about because The Stovall who came first had a bunch of hands who wore a lot of left over grey uniforms and all were very heavily armed.

    They settled here on a big valley and called it home. The first thing the old man did was ride out looking for and finding an Indian village where he sat and using a half breed scout who rode for him as a translator he laid out the offer he was making.

    Leave him be and they were welcome to a beef when they were hungry and hunting was bad, also they were welcome to stay in the valley for the winters because it was sheltered and had plenty of wood and grass for their horse herds. He pointed out that he made a better friend then enemy and as long as they were peaceful he would be also.

    He left them with a wagon load of blankets and axes and other stuff they could use, he offered no weapons or ammo and no whiskey. He also said he had a pretty good doctor if they needed one.

    With that he sealed a deal that had lasted ever since, he treated them fair as did his sons and their sons and to this day a good portion of the ranch hands were Indians. Also in time he and his hands had married Indian women which really sealed the deal.

    One day while I was sitting on my boulder the horse I was riding made the ‘Howdy!” sound telling me we had company.

    I carry a 44 magnum on my belt and a 338 magnum rifle on the saddle, not because I worry about bears but ya never know.

    I stood up and walked to the horse and put my hand on the rifle stock and watched the riders getting closer. I was surprised that it was a woman and a young boy, they rode up and she looked at me a bit and said Hi, I’m “Wind in the Willows Stovall and this is my son Robert Hawk Stovall, and you would be?”

    I think it was love at first sight, she looked nothing like Dawn, she had long black hair and Blue eyes so bright they seemed to see all, the boy had the same eyes and hair. I guess I was thunderstruck and she laughed which broke me out of my trance.

     I was able to jerk off my hat and stutter thru my new name for the time being William Wilson, she asked again who I was so I explained who I was and where I lived, she nodded and said her dad had told her I was up here in the old cabin and her and her son were riding up to look at the old place because it had been a favorite of hers since she was a child.

    I stepped up on the horse and said well lets go look at it, I stuck my hand out to the boy who shook it once like most Indians do when forced to shake at all, it ain’t an Indian thing. Willow as she wanted to be called offered her hand which was very warm and very …warm.

    I hadn’t really talked to a woman since Dawn was killed and I was out of practice, but Willow seemed

to be fine with riding in the quiet, the boy was seeing everything there was to see.

    I could feel his mother watching me watch him and when I looked at her she had a sad smile and that’s when I noticed she didn’t have a ring on her hand.

    I guess right then I knew either she was a widow or divorced. Hawk spotted something and turned his horse and headed off to see it whatever it was, we stopped and watched him, Willow sat quiet and then said “Widow” I looked at her and she smiled and said “I saw the look“. I think I blushed, she laughed out loud and I knew I was in love.

    And getting even more red. She said “ it’s ok, it’s natural” I asked her how long and she said Hawk was only a year old when his dad died in Iraq and he really has no memory of him.

    I did the math and figured Hawk was about eight or nine years old, I wondered how a woman like Willow had avoided being assailed sides with offers to marry.

    She was still smiling when she said I waited for my son to be old enough to have a say in it. I swear she was reading my mind, I offered up that it was a good plan.

    Hawk rode back to join us and smiled up and said it was an old tepee ring which is a ring of stones used to anchor the tepee skirts to the earth.

    We rode on into the valley to the cabin, after I unsaddled the horses we went inside and I was so damn glad I had cleaned the place just the day before.

    Willow looked around and said “I like what you haven’t done to the place and we both laughed so I said oh? And what haven’t I done? She said ”You left it as it was and didn’t ruin it with improvements”

    I made coffee and working together we made sandwiches, Hawk was outside doing boy stuff and I have to admit right them and there I was happier then I had been since this shit started.

    How it can happen so damn fast I’ve no idea, but I also knew I was being foolish because Willow was just a nice lady who happened to drop in to visit her old cabin.

    We sat and ate our meal, Hawk came in long enough to eat then was gone again. We cleaned up and headed out to the porch where we sat and rocked in the old rockers that looked like they came here in a covered wagon.

    Willow rocked a bit and said “ these old rockers came here in the covered wagon my Great grand father hauled supplies to the ranch, he ordered them from Saint Louis.

   Ever get that little ripple of goose bumps up and down your spine? Well mine were as big as a soft ball! I looked at her and saw her smiling and I had to smile too.

    The day slipped away before we knew it and she took a cell phone out of her pocket and hit a button, I could hear it ringing and heard a mans voice answer.

     Willow said Hey dad, we are visiting at the cabin with Tyler and it’s too late to ride back so we will stay here in the spare room, don’t worry I’m sure Tyler can protect us.

    She hung up and kept rocking, it must have been 20 minutes before it hit me she called me Tyler.

   I almost leaped to my feet and ran for it, I was expecting the black choppers to roar over the hills guns blazing.

    Finally I looked at her and saw a look of sadness on her face, I didn’t know what to say so I kept rocking, at last she took a deep breath and said” My dad knew who you were the day you met him, he also knew your story and like so many people he was on your side in the mess.

    Well I had to ask who else had it figured out and she said nobody from around here, but her dad was a very smart man and had a very smart daughter. I had to agree with that.

    I rocked for a while and finally said so, now what? She smiled at me and said well I hope we become very good friends and you live here forever. Would that work?

    I allowed as how it might but that I had a pretty bad track record of taking care of the women folk around me. She said well I think you did much better then anybody else ever has. And from the rest I heard she did a very good job on her on.

    With the sun setting she called Hawk in to wash up and we worked together to make a simple supper, I built a small fire in the old wood stove to ward off the chill and after dinner we made pop corn and played a very cut throat game of spades.

    I got my ass kicked royal! Hawk was the winner. I learned he and his mom and granpa played nightly and that his granpa wasn’t any better then me. I felt real good after that.

    We made the bed up in the second bed room and by nine Hawk fell asleep on the couch so I picked him up and carried him to bed, his mom got him undressed and tucked in. We sat in the warm living room and talked for half the night.

     I told her every thing about my life right up to this day, she listened and never interrupted. She told me about her life and the loss of her husband who was working in Iraq as a contractor, not for the big bucks but for the excitement of it all, she was still angry at him over it all.

    At about two in the morning we headed to bed and I laid awake for a long time feeling sad about the feelings I was having and how it seemed to diminish my memory of Dawn. But I also knew one day I would have to let go, IF I lived long enough to do so.

    Breakfast was a fun meal, we all pitched in and made a mess of the kitchen area, Hawk asked if we could fish the brook and so we did, he and I fished while Willow kept us company and kept count of who had the most fish, I had planned to give the kid a break and lose but he was winning with no help from me.

    We fished for two hours and had so many brookies I had to call a halt or we would empty the stream, we sat by the water and cleaned fish, Hawk watched me do one and then got with it, even Willow cleaned fish, I was impressed. Hawk asked if we could have them with supper tonight, I looked at Willow who said yes son we can!

    There is nothing better then pan fried brook trout and a heaping skillet full of fried spuds with some onion chopped up in it, the onions cook black and have a great taste.

    We ate till I think we were all almost sick and we still had fish to put in the freezer. We had to rest up before we could clean up, it was awesome.

    We played Spades again and Willow won and again I brought up the rear. I was getting tired of this and made a vow that next time would be different. Hawk laughed and said you wish!

    Willow called her dad and let Hawk talk to him , he spent ten minutes telling all about the day and dinner and the card game before she took the phone back to say that they were staying and were having a wonderful time.

    Hawk made it to bed on his own this time and with the little fire going the room was very comfy, I was sitting on the couch and after sticking a chunk of wood in the stove Willow came over and sat beside me and leaned over against me. We sat like that with my arm around her for a long time both thinking.

    At last she sat up and said Tyler we are both adults and we both lost people we loved way too soon but after a while we need to get past that, and so saying she pulled me to my feet and led me to my room.

    Morning came and we were awakened by Hawk standing at the foot of the bed saying he was starving and if we didn’t feed him he was gonna call grandpa to come get him, so much for keeping things a secret.

    Breakfast was as rowdy as the day before and more fun, We agreed that the fish needed to have a few days off and we left them to it.

    Hawk was not like any kid I’ve ever seen, he didn’t need some silly electronic game to be entertained and didn’t mind being alone, he spent the entire day wondering up and down the brook, reporting in ever so often to discuss the tracks he had seen,

    One bothered me because it had to be a lion and with the cows and calves in the summer pasture it was very tempting for a cat to hunt slow Elk.

    We discussed it and decided we would ride the high pasture tomorrow just to see what we could find, I guessed that meant they were staying and I was filled with joy.

    While Hawk wondered over the area we sat on the porch and rocked, it was very pleasant, and I come to realize how lonely I was. Long about early after noon we heard a “ Hello the house!” and Barney Stovall rode in with his wife Mary and a pack horse, we met them at the corrals and helped unsaddle the horses and the pack horse. I was feeling a bit embarrassed but Willow and her mom were chattering like to school girls.

   I stepped away and called out to Hawk who came running and leaped into his grandpas arms for a hug and chattering a mile a minute, I think in five minutes he covered everything from who won the most card games to who caught the most fish, the big cat track which got Barneys attention but Hawk informed him we were going to ride the area tomorrow and check things out, Barney said well heck son I guess I best put you on the pay roll, I busted out laughing when Hawk very seriously informed his grandpa that by his calculations at the rate Barney was losing money in the spades games in two years he “The Hawk” would own the place!

    I said maybe a toss into the creek would teach the kid about being sassy, Barney took off for the creek with Hawk screaming and trying to get away. I was very surprised when he actually tossed the kid in the creek! Hawk came up screaming vows of vengeance when his granpa least expected it.

    The ladies were laughing so hard they both had tears, Willow put her arms around me to hold her up and her mom smiled and winked at me. Why was I not surprised?

    We headed for the cabin to dry off the kid and start some dinner, Willow said they would sleep in the spare room and the kid got the couch, just like normal, I could feel my ears glowing and her mom laughing didn’t help.

    After dinner and after Hawk had nodded off we put him in the bedroom and with a fire going we sat and talked about the realities of the situation.

    I was a wanted murderer and sooner or later I would most likely be caught. Willow and her mother sat quietly while Barney and I talked about it. He didn’t ask me what I was doing but I think he knew, what the hell he can read and watch the news.

    I know that for the first time in a long time I want to live and yet, I need to finish the job I set out to do.

    After talking into the night we all headed to bed, I carried Hawk into the couch and went to bed and held Willow close to me all night.

    Come morning we were awakened by Hawk telling us he was starving, I laughed while his mother groaned, we got up and started cooking, bacon and eggs with hot cakes.

    Barney and Mary joined us and as usual we made a mess of the kitchen. Lots of laughter and teasing. I could tell Willows folks were happy to see her enjoying herself, I guess she had been withdrawn much longer then me.

    Hawk talked his granma and mom into going fishing with a promise he would only catch enough for our supper with the ones in the freezer.

    After they were gone Barney and I sat on the porch with coffee and watched the day unfold, finally he said “Tyler I’ve not seen my daughter smile like this since her fool husband went off to play mercenary and got blown up for his trouble.”

    I knew where this was going so I cut to the chase and said I know what you are thinking, that she’s falling in love with a man with a death wish which is no longer true and hasn’t been for the past year.

    I explained about the whole thing including the cancer thing and the reprieve I got on that one.

    But I also couldn’t just walk away from the work I started. I told him that I really believed that if they had to pay enough the Feds would back off on a lot of the shit they were doing, or the American people would decide to back them off.

    I have always had the firm belief that if enough people stand up and say “ This shit ends right here today or we will end it” that the weak kneed political hacks would rein in their goon squads before they themselves became the targets. And I believed that was a very real possibility.

    Barney agreed with that thought but asked me what I had in mind, I told him about my last trip out and how it went. He listened and after a bit said “ that’s all well and good but you took heavy chances for a small return and if I was going out hunting I needed to make sure they heard the message loud and clear.

    He said why risk it all for some hick town cop? Or for the fun of burning up the new toy Uncle gave the keystone kops to play with. I said I understood that but wasn’t sure where he was going, he said pick your fights, pick the battle ground and when you take it to them take it hard and fast and then disappear without a trace.

    He also said that while they could speculate all they wanted the Government couldn’t prove a thing where I was concerned.

    Granted the land was mine but they couldn’t prove I was involved in what happened.

    Hell I could have been any place and have witnesses to swear to it in court.

    Now we both knew it wasn’t that simple but not one living person could put me on that hill when all that shit went down, not one finger print could be found on anything in the way of weapons or booby traps.

    I owned the land but nobody had seen me doing anything up there…except an FBI agent who saw me there. But that still don’t prove a thing, sure it was whistling in the dark but so what.

    And Barney was right, this was now about doing whatever it took to rein in the Fed storm troopers and return America to the way she used to be.

    But damn that was a big job for one man. Barney said “Who says your alone”? Now that got my attention!, Two is one, one is none, true story Jack!

    We stopped talking when the ladies returned with Hawk and a ton of fish, I counted them and raised an eyebrow at him, he looked down and said “ I wanted to stop but they wouldn’t stop biting” Now that was the greatest fisherman’s lie I ever heard!!

    We decided to take that ride and see if the Cat had picked off any of the live stock, we spent several hours riding and looking but found nothing to indicate the cat had done bad deeds, I hoped we wouldn’t have to kill it, it was just trying to survive. But then I guess so were we all.

    Barney and Mary stayed the night and we ate every damn fish in the place, they were so good we just couldn’t stop. Hawk of course had the last word when he said “ Guess it’s a good thing I kept fishing” I grabbed him and hung him up by his heels while he laughed.

    After he went to sleep we talked about what Barney and I talked about, Willow told me she understood where I was coming from and she too felt that if the people didn’t stand up and fight back we would be living in a Communist country.

    The truth is that nothing will ever get fixed until the people in Washington who give the power to the

AFT and the other agency’s to screw over the people are made aware that if they don’t do their jobs and live up to their oaths they too will be paying a price.

    At what point does one go from being an assassin to becoming a Patriot? If a man takes an oath to defend the nation and follow the Constitution and is lying all the time he’s swearing the oath isn’t he a traitor? Does he deserve to die? If such a person becomes so powerful he can’t be voted out of office what recourse does it leave?

    This had taken a long step further then I ever thought about, I never set out to be the savior of the country, I just wanted to deliver a message that would show the bastards they weren’t immune from paying a price for their actions.

    Any fool could see that we as a people were being led to the slaughter, our country was being raped by both political parties who were filling their pockets all the while they were making promises that were lies. And the bad part was they knew that we knew they were lying and didn’t care because we the people didn’t seem to care.

    As long as bubba has his tailgate parties and the Super Bowl comes right on time and the beer is cold everything is just fine.

    I’ve long used the boiling frog syndrome to explain the American people, you know, toss a frog in boiling water and he will jump out but put him in the pot of cold water and slowly turn up the heat and he’s done.

    I used to have a dog named Molly, she hated being tied up, but she loved milk bones, when I’d call her and pick up the cable she got all hang dog, but if there is a couple of milk bones present she couldn’t get hooked up fast enough. That’s the American people. Bread and circuses, that’s what the people want and the politicians give us, and in a lot of ways we are getting just what we deserve. Except they make us furnish the Vaseline.

    So now where do I go? Or should I say we? Because I now have an army of three if I decide to let them get involved, I don’t think I want Willow to be involved, Hawk can’t lose his mom as well as his dad.

    Barney and Mary? Same thing. I guess this is going out of control.

    One major concern I had was if Barney had recognized me who else may have? He said right after I arrived at the cabin my picture had been all over the news and he was a very observant person and really started paying attention.

    He said in the time I had been here I had changed a lot, I had gotten leaner and darker from the sun and long walks in the area around the cabin. Plus the only picture they had of me was taken from a distance by somebody not very good with a camera altho they had my drivers license picture it was several years old and I was heavier and wore a buzz cut. I guess I was very lucky that Barney is the kind of man he is.

    Barney and Mary headed home the next morning, Willow and Hawk stayed, we agreed to ride over to the main ranch house in a day or so. In the mean time I taught Hawk to shoot with a 22 rifle, he had shot a bit but never spent time at it, now he was. He had the eyes of a Hawk for sure and the hand and eye coordination to become a very good shot.

    In the days we spent together I realized just how much Dawn and I had missed by not having kids, but with the way things worked out it seems now to have been for the best. Hawk was a great kid and it was obvious he had missed having a father figure in his life.

    They had been with me for over a week and Willow and I were sitting on the porch in a swing when Hawk came running up all out of breath and without stopping to think bounced up one the porch and holding out his hand said “ Look Dad!!!” he was holding an arrowhead and was so excited he never realized what he had said, I took the point from him and looked it over and told him because of it’s small size it was called a bird point. I pulled him to me and hugged him and said well son, think we should look for more?

    He was all excited and headed back down the trail, I looked at Willow and saw the tears in her eyes so I hugged her close and said thank you. She asked thanks for what, for the son I said. Then the tears really flowed and even I had some. I held her close until Hawk came running back and said Ahh jeeze mom, we got man stuff to do!!

     She laughed while wiping tears away and said well can a lowly woman come along? He looked at her like he was thinking about it and said “well ok but move it” and was gone again.

    I said “I love you, I never thought it would happen again but it has” she said yes it has and I love you.

    So, how do two people who only met a short week ago fall in love? How do they not if everything works between them?

    Now all I had to do was stay alive to enjoy the new wonders in my life. We didn’t find anymore arrowheads but we all found something even more wonderful, I found a son and a woman to love, Willow found a man to love and Hawk found a complete family.

    The next morning we woke early and headed out to the main ranch house where we found Barney and Mary had been doing a lot of research on Government related issues and had come to the conclusion that there was no hope for the nation if certain people weren’t removed from office…by one means or the other.

    They had looked for and found the most despicable people in office and in seats of power. And had figured out which ones removable would help topple the house of cards called the Government.

    I didn’t want to topple the Government, I just wanted to wake them up to the fact that people were watching who were not afraid to act. Sometimes you have to do bad things to stop others from doing worse things.

    We decided to start the campaign by sending every member of Congress a list of things that needed fixing.

    I have no issues with Abortion, I believe it’s a women’s issue, we men contribute very little to the whole issue. I believe that if in the end one stands in front of their God then that person will answer to their own sins if in fact it is a sin in Gods eyes.

    Now that is sure to get the bible crowd screaming, just as will my thoughts on Gay marriage. I don’t care, why should I? I know the church crowd will scream about it and condemn gays yet they themselves believe we are all created in Gods image.

    Who the hell am I to condemn gods works? Most of the objectors seem only remember the words of the bible that make their point of view, what happened to ? Do unto others? Be kind, Be forgiving,? Who said let ye who is without sin cast the first stone? Yea I know I screwed them up but any fool can see my point.

    So no, Abortion and Gay issues aren’t on my mind, getting back to the Constitution is!

    Getting the Government out of our Wallets, bedrooms, boardrooms and lives is.

    Out of the schools! I want teachers to teach the truth, teach history as it really was not whatever the liberal or fundamental Christian agenda says it should be. If a kid wants to prey at school it’s his right just as a kid that don’t wish to don’t have to.

If a kids prays who knows? So unless somebody makes a big effort to shove it down everybody else’s throat so what? Pray if you want, don’t pray if that creams yer Twinkie.

    I know that a quiet prayer never bothers anybody but there is always some over zealous dipshit that thinks his prayers at dinner in a restaurant need to be heard by everybody in the place, causing more people to turn against the idea then for it.

    I damn sure don’t think teachers should be teaching kids from K thru 6 how to put on condoms, or that they should teach experimenting with same sex.

    I do believe when a kid hits 12 years old that teaching some sex-ed is smart. And if the parents can’t bring themselves to do it then somebody best do it.

    Before you have a 13 yo boy with a pregnant 13 yo girlfriend and don’t shit yer self that kids that young don’t have sex, they do, lots of them, some are getting laid more often then their parents!

    I know when I was twelve I had raging hormones and I knew 12 years old girls who did too, We just didn’t get the chance to act on those things for a few more years but it sure would have been nice to have some information in case I had.

    But the parents should have final say, not the damn school board. Sex-ed can be a last class of the day thing and if you don’t want your kids involved then they can head home.

    Yea long winded but this is the stuff I get pissed off about. The Government needs to be out of the schools to a huge degree.

    Can these things be changed? is it fair to do so when maybe a lot of people want these things? Then it should be on a local level, voted on by the people of the town or city, not the Federal Government.

    The Government needs to be out of our everyday lives! But I think it will be impossible to do peacefully, I think it will take time and blood. But first we need to get their attention.

    Barney surprised me by saying he had been working on a way to get their attention hard and fast.

    He nodded to Mary who opened a folder laying on the coffee table and removed a sheet of paper. Typed on it was the Following.

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                        Greetings

    To each and every member of congress. An Ultimatum from “We the People” We want you out of our lives in the intrusive manner which you have grown too accustom.

    Start by abolishing the BATF, remove the people working there completely from Government service. The FBI while at times slips a bit will always be a better watch dog then the BATF personnel.

    Abolish the Department of Education, leave the teaching of our children to us, it’s not the Federal Governments business. It’s a local issue.

    Stop the horror called the Internal Revenue Service, leave tax collections to the states.

    The Federal Government should get 10 % of the taxes collected by the states. No more, no less, learn to live on it.

    Bring our troops home. All of them, no matter where they are in the world. Close all the military bases we have scattered across the world. Dismantle them or sell them to the host Governments for a fair price. Bring home all war fighting materials, leave no weapons behind.

    Close the Southern border with the Military that is now guarding borders other then ours. This should have been done in 1900, so don’t delay it.

    Start a program that actually separates the people truly in need from the professional welfare abusers. Start training schools to teach them how to work and become productive citizens.

    Start developing our national resources right now. Shut down the EPA, they have cost more jobs then can be believed. 

    The states can develop their own EPA organization that actually goes out into the field and finds real issues of environmental harm and shut down the violators until they get their mess cleaned up.

    Stop violating the Constitution, Stop passing laws that violate the Bill of Rights. Stop dishonoring your oath of office. Become true champions of freedom and America.

    Any country that wishes to trade with us should face the same import rules they impose on us. Any country that over taxes American products should face double that tax on their imports until they stop.

    Start a National Lottery, with all the money going to pay for National health Care. Don’t spend years debating this. Just do it.

    There will be more items in the future but you can see where this is going. The 10th amendment shall become the law of the land

    Term limits will be passed, no more Kings or Queens in power.

    Now, you are going to laugh and ignore this, Don’t. Any member of congress who fights these changes will be pinning a target on his or her chest and we will remove you from office. The hard way.

Don’t debate this to death because the deaths will be yours. The barking dog gets hammered.

    America was never meant to work the way you people have taken her but it changes back as of now.

    We the People

Well I was blown out of my socks, I re-read it and looking at he and Mary I asked if they actually thought Congress would really do this.

    Barney said “Nope, not until they attend a few funerals, and even then they will resist because they will all get protection. And it’s in their nature to gather all the power they can and to let none slip away“.

    But sooner or later any of them can be gotten. We have time, they don’t.

    He watched me for a bit then asked if this was more them I bargained for. I had to think for a moment because this was a giant step compared to what I had done. Would it work? I didn’t know but I did know that when people fight back it changes the dynamics surrounding the issues.

     I decided to sleep on it so we set it aside for the moment and just relaxed in the big sprawling ranch house, I had only been here one time so I took the tour with Willow.

    We would have a bedroom for ourselves bigger then the cabin, but I had a feeling the cabin was not stepping aside a bit.

    I loved the place it was small and warm and it now had a feeling it didn’t have before. Willow hugged me and said this is nice but I like “our” home better. We were in tune and on the same page!.

   The next morning we had a nice breakfast and afterwards sat on the big porch with our coffee.

    I knew they were waiting for me to return to the subject so I opened with the question of why a scatter shot list of demands? Why not just simply say return all power to the states as set out by the founding fathers?

    Barney answered by saying that I had a good point but the way he and Mary laid it out made it clear there was going to be big changes.

    No fake “return to the past” crap. Make them look at real changes, lots of changes, make them see that their free visit to the hog trough was ended.

    I could see that, but it also gave them too many talking points I felt. But I could see how spelling out just what was expected could drive it home. So I agreed that was the way to go.

    We talked over how to get the message out and decided that we would send a message on CD to every major news outlet, we could use an electronic voice scrambler to avoid a voice print. We could mail them from any big city or several big cities. So that was how we would do it.

    Barney and Mary headed out on a road trip to look into getting the equipment to do the job.

    Willow and Hawk and I headed for the cabin while her folks headed out on their road trip. We spent the time planning and re-planning the first stage of the operation.

    We all knew nobody was going to listen to us and that somebody was going to have to die to wake them up, getting to the first one would be easy, after that it would get harder.

     We knew going in it wasn’t gonna be easy. I knew if shooting needed doing I would be the one to do it and I didn’t know if I could. It would be different then taking out the ATF assholes.

    But the new targets were the ones allowing the ATF to run wild and pull the shit they were doing so maybe a little payback was due in that quarter.   

    I figured the best first target would be the one who jumped on the band wagon and yelled the loudest all in the name of “ SEE ME!!!”

    And I had a very good idea who that would be and where he could be found. He had long been a loud voice trying to disarm Americans and was very smug about it, he had a nasty little smirk on his face most if the time and loved the cameras.

    Timing would be the most important thing, I had to be in place before the DVD’s went out to the media because the target wouldn’t waste one second calling a news conference.

    Barney and Mary returned a week or so later with all the stuff we would need, I admit freely I have no idea how the electronic gadget that changes the voice works, I don’t need to. I just want to know that there isn’t someone out there that can unscramble the scramble. Barney assured me that he doubted it but was going to take some precautions when he taped the message.

    We set the recorder up and Barney made the first message, after listening to it Willow said it was too long and maybe the first one should be to simply dissolve the BATF and all their people, and not rehire them in other jobs, at least the management group and the grunts, the office staff never made or implemented policy.

    Barney redid it that way and it was much better, he left in the warnings of what would happen if the issue was ignored.

    He played it on his stereo unit and it sounded spooky, we had Mary do it and it sounded better, still spooky but somehow more sinister.

    We decided to go with her version, Barney then copied it once each for every major TV news network and several major radio stations and all the talk shows we could think of, somebody was gonna play it.

    Now for the big part, when to send them out. And where the first strike would be, and I explained about the loud mouth Senator from New York.    

    He was the most despicable of them all, he has that nasty little smirk he uses on TV every time he’s bashing the Constitution or the Second Amendment or some citizen who happens to be in front of a senate hearing IF they happen to be saying anything that disagrees with his far left pinko beliefs.

    I knew without a doubt he would be the very first to call for a press conference and he should be the first to feel the bite so to speak.

    I figured if the news broke over a weekend he would most likely be home and would do the press conference right from his front porch and that would be the best time to do it, right when the cameras were rolling.

     I’d take the bike in the trailer and get close then use the bike and wear one of the charity cuts, Bikers for God was always a good one. People avoid you because they are afraid your gonna start handing out pamphlets and preaching.

    I needed to be there in place before hand so I could get organized and also recon the lay of the land. I assumed members of congress must have some security of some kind so I really needed to look over the area.

    I explained what I was gonna do and of course Willow announced she was coming with me and that was that, Barney agreed with her saying that I may need a driver or something else and he was right so I agreed.

    She packed a small bag with the clothes she would need and a leather jacket to blend in with the bike gig. We were ready and rolled out two days later

   We stopped at the storage building and got the trailer and bike then headed to the next town and another storage unit that held a gun safe with my weapons in it.

    One of my rifles and the one I picked was my

10-22 Ruger with a threaded barrel and a suppressor and a folding stock,  I loaded it in a duffle with the stock folded and several 25 round magazines, all loaded with sub sonic ammo. I also took a 45 ACP I picked up from another estate sale a few years ago.

    We headed out on the road, Willow and I and tried to relax as best we could. We spent four days just back roading our way East. Outside a small town in Nebraska we stopped at a gravel pit miles away from anything and I set up a target with a very small bulls eye, I spent a few minutes checking the rifle out to see if it had gotten bumped, it was fine.

    I moved the target out to 100 yards and put several dime sized orange spotters on it and went to work, with the 4 to 16 power scope on it the spots were easy to see, I dialed the rifle in so I could put a bullet in the spot every time. I had an idea and wanted the be sure it was gonna shoot where I needed it to.

    We made it to within a few hundred miles of where we needed to be and found a place to unload the bike and leave the truck in a enclosed parking lot. We then changed to our “biker garb” and headed out,

    With our gear on the back cargo rack we looked like just any other couple touring the country on a bike.

    Outside of New York we came up on a large Veterans biker group doing a tour to help wounded vets get help from sources outside of VA, we joined them and I changed my cut to one with the Marines emblem on the back. Yea I was using them as cover but I also make sure and donate a goodly amount to the charity sponsoring the run.

    We stayed in the area with all the other bikes but used taxies and buses to scout out the area around the home of the target. It wasn’t going to be easy but we would get it done.

    I had to take time to think about this whole thing because this was simply murder of a person because I disagreed with his politics not because he had harmed me.

    But by the same token, his politics were favoring the New World Order and not the constitution and that made his oath of office a lie.

    In my view a politician who votes against the country and for a world government is a traitor and that is enough.

    I should add right now that my war against the BATF was going to continue until I was dead or they were done.

    We spent time looking over the area, day and night. It wasn’t going to be easy but I had an idea on how to do it. We left the big city and in a small city three hundred miles away we located a van for sale by the usual little old lady who wasn’t driving any more. I went alone to see it and drove it and said I might be back, Willow called and asked if she could see it and made an appointment to see it the next day.

    Willow put her hair in a bun, removed all her make up and wore a bulky sweater with a long skirt. She looked like a spinster schoolmarm from a hundred years ago, with a large cross on a chain and some plain glass peepers she really looked the role.

    She took a cab to the address and after spending some time just chatting with the old dear she took the van for a drive and returned and made an offer just a bit under the asking price, the offer was accepted and she paid cash in hundreds on the theory the old gal would get them right in the bank and they would be gone, no prints.

    She got the paper work and promised to get rid of the old plates and was done, she headed out with me following her. We spent the next day going over the van with Windex wiping every surface, we vacuumed it several times, I even washed the engine. Paranoia thy art my mother.

    We took the van to a detail shop and had the windows tinted then headed back to the city with me on the bike. We got a motel out of the city and sent a text saying Vegas was awesome and we were staying over a few days. That was the go message.

    We spent time driving into the city going over the best routes in and out, timing the whole thing.

    I’d rather not have Willow with me but under the circumstances she was going to be indispensable. She was going to drive us away from the scene while I hid out in back.

    We spent a lot of time in the room just holding each other, and watching the news.

    It took three days but when the word came it was like an explosion! All the news networks went crazy. It broke on a Saturday morning and we were parked in the spot we picked when it did. It came over the radio and took over the air waves.

    They were playing the CD over and over, Mary had hit all the right points with perfect finality in her voice. Hell it was even spooky to us the way it sounded.

    It wasn’t an hour later that the first news truck showed up right where I thought they would, we were parked in a way they couldn’t block us in and couldn’t block the shot.

    After another hour every network was present and it was a mad house.

    The front door opened and out came the target, that’s how I had started thinking about him, the target. I guess in some ways it was easer if he was kept impersonal.

   After the crowd of reporters finally shut up and stopped yelling questions the Senator started his usual bullshit, babbling away about how the nation needed to disarm and how we were never going to achieve the same level of civilization as Europe if we kept allowing the NRA and their paid lobbyist to dominate reasonable thinking people, that maybe it was high time to rethink the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, maybe it was time to join the rest of the world in forming a New World Order where the Government was in charge and people weren’t armed like it was the old west.

    He went on and on in that vein for way too long and the whole time I watched him thru the scope from the rest I had built in the back of the van, the back windows opened out from the rear like vents leaving a gap of a few inches. Thru this I could see him clearly, standing on the raised elevation of his porch. I looked at him , looking down on the media whores who were lapping up his bullshit like it was  holy manna from God. And I could see they were buying right into it.

    The Senator was really getting into it, his face was getting red and he was sweating with excitement, he loved this shit, standing and lying thru his teeth all the while selling out the country, I had no more doubts, these people were traitors, more dangerous then even the Muslim terrorist who only wanted to kill us not enslave us like this babbling fool.

    My moment was coming, he was winding down and I knew he was way to smart to take questions right now, he had no intentions of making a slip that might hurt him later.

    I watched him stop talking and waving at the crowd of news hacks he slowly turned  to walk inside, and in that instant I had a clear shot at the small spot I needed to hit. I didn’t think about it I just set the cross hairs and squeezed the trigger and the little lead slug, leaving the muzzle of the suppressor with no real sound flew the 50 yards and entered the left ear hole of the “Former” senator from New York.

    He made a slight jerk and kind of hitched his step and reached to his head and dropped. The new media went crazy, there was people screaming for somebody to call 911 the senator had a heart attack others were yelling stroke.  

    Willow calmly started the van and simply drove away, nobody was even looking at us. In a short time we were at the place where I had left the bike, the room was cleaner then it had ever been, we had wiped every inch of it and willow had gone into the room where the cleaning crew left their stuff and got a vacuum and went over the carpet several times. Hell we even sprayed the entire carpet with hydrogen peroxide, I had no idea if it would make a difference but it sure wasn’t gonna hurt. We had done all we could so we left. The maids would be in shortly and would go over it again.

    Now we were picking up the bike and in a bad part of town we parked the van and left the keys in it and with Willow once more behind me we headed out on the open road, her in her leather jacket and me in my Marine Vet cut.

    We got back to the truck and trailer and loaded the bike and were rolling in just a few minutes. All day we listened to how the Senator had died of a stroke and it wasn’t until the next day that the word came out that he had been shot.

    Now there was pandemonium, the news hacks were going crazy. The Feds were swarming over the place and every inch of film was dissected and I knew they would find at least one bit of video showing him as the bullet hit him. They were tearing the entire neighborhood apart looking for the snipers nest.

    I knew it would be some time before they put the lead .22 bullet together with the lack of sound on any of the camera and realize it was a much closer shot then they had thought and they would start over. 

    I assumed they would find video that had the van in it and put two and two together. If they did they never said. The hours went by then days, they held a state funeral for the “Senate Hero” yada yada yada…all bullshit, the war was already on for his seat in the senate not an hour after he dropped on his front stoop. Every political hack from the President to the local dog catcher had something to say, it was a joke and a circus.

    His fellow senators were all fighting to get in front of the cameras babbling about how they weren’t going to let this stop the important business of running the country and bla bla bla.

    I doubt there was a wet eye anywhere on capital hill, all they could think about was how to use this to their advantage. Well some of them would be in the news down the road.

    We took our time getting home and took some really out of the way routes.

    We finally dropped the bike and trailer at a different storage unit, why be a creature of habit?

    We then wondered around for a few more days then headed home to the cabin where we spent two days decompressing then saddled up and rode over to the ranch house where Barney and Mary were waiting, Hawk was off being a boy.

    We told them the whole story and watched some of it on TV that they had recorded. They showed the footage from the time he walked out on the porch till he dropped and it really did look like a stroke or an aneurism maybe popped. It sure didn’t look like what it was.

    I had taken the rifle apart and packaged it up and sent it by UPS to Barney so it had beat us by a mile. The last thing I did before sending it was to run a steel brush thru it about a hundred times then used a good bore cleaner and to finish the job I wiped all the surfaces with a degreaser while wearing cotton gloves.

    The suppressor I kept with me because it was registered to me and I had the paper work with me.

    Now the whole package was hidden far from the house, time would come when it was needed again I was sure.

    In the two weeks following the death of the Senator there was the usual uproar from the Media,

    A great number of his party were calling for forced confiscation of all weapons in the hands of citizens and none was louder then the California loud mouth who never missed a photo op or a chance to spew her own brand of communist bullshit and make no mistake she was a communist thru and thru, maybe not a Stalin commie but she sure believe she and her “class” should be running everything and the rest of us should do as we were told.

    She won the “Next” lottery with her mouth. And the total breaking of her oath and her complete disinterest in the constitution, she believe it to be an inconvenient piece of paper that should be burned.

    It would take a while to get her but got she would be!

    In the mean time we like the rest of the country watched the Government spiraling out of control, the FBI was working hard to unravel the death of the Senator from New York.

    The BATF was foaming at the mouth looking for targets for their wrath, smart gun people laid low and stayed out of sight. They shouldn’t have to do that but for now it was the way to survive.

    Three weeks after the Shooting of the Senator the BATF found a scapegoat and planned their raid about like they usually did, over a few beers with a pet judge. They pulled the raid and this time they walked into a buzz saw.

    First of all the door didn’t fall down, secondly when they finally battered their way in they were funneled into a narrow hallway and the overhead sprinklers sprayed some nasty fire foam on them.

    All of this happened with never a word of

“ Federal Agents or Police or warrant“. Just smash in and hopefully get to light up some poor fool who thought he lived in America. .

    The victim or intended victim wasn’t even home, he was across town sitting in the Sheriffs office with his lawyer and five witnesses. Earlier in the week he had taken his Lawyer into his home with Sheriffs deputies and allowed a complete search of his home and opened all his gun safes and the Sheriffs deputies wrote down every serial number and at the home owners request had placed a tiny sticky dot on the butt of every weapon, the safes combos were then changed by the Sheriff himself.

    It should be noted this home owner was a very loud and vocal supporter of the 2nd Amendment and a well known writer for several gun magazines.

    To say he was warned of the pending raid was an understatement of huge proportions. When the Jack booted thugs got his safes open they “found” several unregistered machineguns, parts for converting even more as well and two WW2 pineapple hand grenades.

    When they put out the BOLO and arrest on sight call on the radio they were surprised when a few minutes later the Sheriffs department reported the person in custody.

    The entire raid party walked into the Sheriffs department to make the arrest. When the charges were read to the home owner and all the feds present attested under oath to the truth of the charges they were all arrested for Conspiracy to commit several felonies plus lying to a police officer, Perjury for lying under oath to the district court judge who had been called in to hear the charges before allowing the hand over.

    There were other charges pending such as breaking and entering, perjury in obtaining the warrant because their pet judge wasn’t gonna hang for them.

    All in all it was a complete cluster fuck and one that the Liberal media couldn’t ignore or sweep under the rug.

    Of course the US Attorneys office tried to make things go away, but not this time.

    A conservative Sheriff and Judge and the people of the county weren’t buying it. It would be a long time before any justice was handed out but in the mean time all of them were suspended without pay.

    I think I laughed for an hour! It was a rat fuck from the get go. I was loving it. The FBI was brought in to investigate and I was willing to bet they weren’t going to white wash the whole mess.

    In the mean time there was a loud mouthed Senator from California who was digging her own grave.

    I had no idea how to handle the Californication Senator, but in time something would pop up that I could use to get to her, time is on our side.

    Willow, Hawk and I were living the good life, the cabin was a happy home. Hawk never failed to call me Dad, I loved it and him, any other time and I’d take him in and adopt him all legal like but under the circumstances that wasn’t gonna happen, but I also know a piece of paper can’t make you a better father, Being a good dad will.

    Time went by and soon it had been over two months since the death of the Senator in NYC, the news media had pretty well forgotten us altho I’m sure the Fed Leo’s hadn’t.

    There were many times I could have been happy to just stay buried here in these mountains and never come out but that won’t end the problem I set out to try to fix, not that I ever for a minute thought I could actually fix it.

    Finally the peace and quiet came to the end when Barney and Mary came over bringing a stack if news papers.

    The main story was how my friend Clark and his wife were at home sleeping when the ATF raided them, they blew the door down and charged in.

    Clark who didn’t even have a gun in the house did grab a base ball bat and went down swinging, for his efforts he sustained a major concussion, broken jaw, broken arm, several ribs were broken with one puncturing a lung, one knee was stomped to the point the it might need a replacement. His wife Joan had a minor concussion, a very bad cut across her face and a broken leg where one of the goons had stomped on it.

    They said Joan’s injuries were from falling out of the bed when she was swinging a sawed off pool queue.

    Both were transported to the emergency room only after the Feds allowed the EMT’s inside about two hours into the raid.

    They were looking for a weapons stash that he had hidden for me according to an un-named confidential informant. The warrant was signed by the same piece of shit judge who signed off on the warrant they used to kill my wife.

    After I was thru ranting and foaming at the mouth and calmed down Barney said “ Tyler, your smart enough to know they did this to draw you out to get revenge for your friend because they don’t know if your alive or dead and they really want to know.

    I had calmed down enough to understand that and was sick that my friend had paid for me. I sat a while and then said “ Ok, so what do I do? Let this pass?

    He smiled like a wolf looking at a lamb and said “Oh no my friend, they pay, but the person who pays first is the judge, this is twice he’s done this and it’s time he was put out of business.

    He was right, scare the shit out of their pet judges and they were up shit creek in the warrant department. I liked it but in time the people who raided my friends were going to get visits. They want to know if I’m alive? Fine, their last sight will be me, they can die knowing they were right.

    I wasn’t sure how to get the information but Mary said call your lawyer friend and ask him to take on your friends case as their attorney, he can get all the information, including the names of the whole bunch involved in the raid since they are going to be named in the suit. Good looks and brains too, Barney and I were lucky man.

    I got the throw away phone out, put the battery in it and called Cleve, my Lawyer, I let it ring a few times and hung up.

    He would get back to me when he could, not the best system but better then smoke signals. About an hour later he did call me back, said he was in Houston on business. I told him about what happened to Clark and he said he was already on it, he had gotten to the hospital while they were taking Clark and wife into the ER.

    He was already representing them because Clark had hired him to handle all the Video stuff. He was there when the ATF showed up at the hospital and refused to allow them to speak to his clients, plus the Doctors refused to allow anybody in their room.

    The ATF was steaming and threatening but Cleve told them to fuck off and die and to get their story straight because he was suing their asses off. He said he would have the names for me asap. He didn’t ask why.

    I pulled the battery and put the phone away, now I had to plan a return trip to visit a judge.

    All we could do right now was wait so we fixed supper and played cards into the evening. Barney had Hawks number tonight and cleaned his clock, while doing the same to the rest of us. I guess I best never go to Vegas and play cards.

    We were all up with the sun and saddled the horses for a day of riding, the ladies packed a lunch and we took fishing gear and some cooking stuff. We rode into a lake I had never seen, it was fed by a large brook. The fish had never seen a hook and in short order we had plenty, we built a fire and using corn meal and bacon grease we cooked them and fried spuds with green onions cooked in them. It was a  feast!

    We just made it back to the cabin before dark and in an hour we were all in bed sound asleep. Wonderful day. I fell asleep hoping there would be more.

    Mid day I checked the phone and had a voice mail from Cleve, all it said was an address, all I needed.

    Now to let things cool off a bit and then a road trip was in order.

    I wanted to make this look like something other then what it was and decided a burglary was the ticket. They could speculate but they would never know, I just had to make sure they weren’t watching the judge.

    I waited almost three weeks and kissed Willow and my son goodbye and headed out, I knew she wanted to be with me but I just couldn’t let her in this case.

    I had a plan, a good one, I had spent ten or so minutes on it and it would either work or it wouldn’t.

    I had to drive to the state capital of my former home where this Judge had his office and court. I spent only one afternoon there watching for him to appear, he had an escort to his car and they tailed him home, he drove into his driveway and parked, got out and waved and they drove off.

    I watched from a block away as he opened his door, entered and closed it. I was curious about why he hadn’t parked the car in the garage and was pleased to see what I assumed was his wife come out, enter the car and drive off.

    I waited a couple of minutes and drove right into his driveway, walked to the door and rang the bell, Suppressed Ruger 22 in hand. I had no idea who was going to open the door and I didn’t want to shoot a cop just trying to make a living.

    The Gods of war smiled on my plans, the Judge opened the door and said Yes? In an aggravated voice, I said hello Judge remember me? He went blank so I said I’m the husband of Dawn Blake, the beautiful lady you helped murder and the friend of Clark Wilson who lays in a hospital bed beaten almost to death and in the bed next to him is his wife also beaten savagely by the same ATF Nazis thugs you keep signing warrants for and I think you need to stop doing that!

    He had been a Judge so long he believed he had some kind of immunity from his actions, he sputtered a bit and said “ You really think I care one whit what you and all the rest of you gun owning scum think?”

     I smiled and said “Thank you Judge”! “For what” he demanded, “ For making this more enjoyable” and I raised the Ruger up and let him look at the unblinking hole for a moment until I knew it had registered.

    I said good bye you bastard and shot him twice in the forehead, he dropped like a brick but I put two more in his ear, I will admit they were because I enjoyed it. I shut the door and walked away. Elapsed time, three minutes tops. So much for the burglary idea.

    I drove away into the dusk, pretty sure nobody saw a thing but by the time he was found I planned to be long gone, and I was.

    Had Willow been with me she would be clubbing me over the head but it got done and I was clear and in the wind again.

    I drove thru the night and when the sun came up I was pulling into the cabin. Willow met me at the door and saying nothing took me to bed and I slept like a log.

    I woke up wondering if I was sane, I killed a man, a Federal Judge, and left him for his wife to find. Was this the actions of a sane man?

    Was I becoming what I hate? I’ll revisit this thought later but for now I’m going to enjoy the family that now fills the black void I was before.

    I showered, dressed and went in to find Willow and her folks talking quietly, Willow hugged me followed by Mary and Barney. We sat and Willow poured coffee for all of us, Barney asked if I knew anything from the radio news, I told him I never turned it once thru the  entire drive home.

    He said well you made headlines for damn sure, he said the news was full of the assassination of the Judge and they had dug into all his dealings with the ATF and all the Warrants he had signed ( I could feel the hand of the FBI in that part) His death reopened my story, the killing of Dawn plus the recent beat down of Clark Wilson and his wife by the BATF storm troopers which is what one news station called it. I was glad to see some of the media might be taking their blinders off.

    The rest of the week was the same news but it was dying on the vine, nothing was coming out to keep it going.

    Barney asked if I remembered to pick up the empty brass, I laughed and said no, I used the biggest zip lock baggie I could find and zipped it tight around my hand with the gun in it, the empties stayed in the bag.

    And with gloves on it left nothing for them to find on me even though they wouldn’t need that if they got hold of me. I also wiped the ammo before loading it into the magazines and use cotton gloves to handle it after that.

    Willow said that I wasn’t to be trusted to prepare properly and she was going with me from now on. I didn’t say a word. Wrapped already, such is the fate of man.

    We spent the next few weeks just being, being in love, being a family, being happy beyond all reason. How this can happen I can’t say, we both lost somebody, we both thought love was gone and, we were both wrong.

    Hawk and I spent time shooting, he was getting really good, young eyes and he listened! That’s rare in this day and age.

    I made a trip to the storage shed where my gun safe was hidden and dug out a box and headed home. Willow had told me Hawks birthday was coming on the next Saturday.

    Saturday morning came and neither Willow or I said a word, Barney and Mary rode over for breakfast and never said a word. Poor Hawk was looking shell shocked! How could his Mother and grand parents forget his birthday??

    Finally Willow couldn’t stand it and jumped up and yelled HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! We joined her belatedly but got it done. He said aww you guys didn’t have me fooled. Yea right!

    His mother gave him a new fly rod and reel, his grandmother gave him socks (  AAHAHAAH) and a $200.00 gift certificate from a major sporting goods outlet.

  Barney gave him a beautiful model 94 octagon barreled Winchester in 38-55, a wonderful cartridge that will drop an elk if the shooter does his part. I prefer it to the 30-30. it was a first year rifle according to the serial number, actually a collectors rifle but we weren’t collectors.

    Now it was my turn, I handed him a package which he tore into to find a wooden case which when opened held a beautiful Colt Gold Cup, National Match in 45 ACP.

    He was speechless then he was in my arms and said thank you Dad!

    This was the first time he had called me Dad in front of his Grand parents, Barney had a big smile and Mary was crying which got Willow sniffling. Ok, fine, my eyes were a tiny bit damp.

    I held him in my lap for a while until he had to get back to his treasures. He was beside himself. I was very happy, I had bought the gun from a collector of fine Colts and this one was made back in the day when top quality meant just that. It had come out of the Colt custom shop in the sixties and hadn’t been fired since it left the factory. I had bought it for Dawn and I couldn’t have found a better person to have it.

    Hawk took off with his new fly rod to slay Brook trout, We all laughed since it looked like fish for dinner, we spent a very relaxed afternoon and nobody mentioned the last few days. All in all it was a great day, Hawk was thrilled like never before which thrilled me.

    Yes we had fried Brookies for dinner, and Hawk did hold back and only caught enough to feed us, I was proud of him for that, a sign of a good sportsman.

    After hawk was asleep in his room we adults talked about the future, I felt going after the ATF slugs was my first mission before going at the Senator in California. Cleve would get the information for me and I would deal with them, but I wanted to wait until after the law suit Clark had going. I wanted nothing to cause a jury to side with the JBT’s.

     Clark and his wife deserved every penny they could get, then I would deal with them. I’m also hoping most of them get fired making them easier targets.

    We decided that Willow and I would join a Vets ride for breast cancer in Cal. And take the time to see if we could figure out how to make the hit on the Socialist bitch the liberal dummies out there keep sending to the Senate.

    Yea it’s their right to vote for their choice, but it’s not their right to send a communist to tear apart the fiber of the nation. If they aren’t going to obey the Constitution then don’t swear the oath.

     We left the following Thursday, picked up the bike, left the truck. We hooked up with some of the charity riders in Idaho and the group grew as others joined in, we were lost in a sea of Harley’s, flags flying, service emblems on the cuts. We were invisible.

    We headed down into Nevada and to Reno where we spent the second night, we avoided the party crowd choosing instead to hang in the parking lot of the big hotel where some of the people driving chase trucks had set up a tail gate party with food, we had a great time.

    We were both surprised at the number of people talking about the state of affairs with the Government and the militarization of the LEO community, also talk of the judge who got popped as well as the Senator, somebody said maybe it was high time a lot more people started doing the same thing.

    I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised since all these guys came up like I did, go to school, get out and join the Service of your choice, it was the way in our day. And these folks weren’t stupid nor were they liberals.

    The ride headed into California and into San Francisco where we wanted to be.

   We rented a car using one of my LLC dead end credit cards and toured the city looking and watching, we read news papers and listened to talk in coffee shops. We found out that several of the “targets” were from this area and we just had to see who was around and when so we could see the security.

    Getting to these people was going to be really hard now and going to get even harder after another one was removed from office.

    We got lucky when we found the one I wanted the most was coming into the city for a big fund raiser in a week, giving us time to learn all we could about her itinerary. We needed to get some wheels the cash way.

    We headed out of the city until we found what we wanted, a nice quiet motel owned by the usual Afghani. We paid cash for two nights and went shopping for a Van since the last one worked so well.

    We found one just like last time, nice old lady not driving anymore. I drove it and checked it out and said I’d be back, Willow then called and asked to see it, she drove it and said she would take it and was cash ok?

    Same routine as last time, clean and scrub until it was spotless, we never got near it without gloves on.

    Rental car turned in, Bike in a storage yard and we were free to move around and plan. We found out where the target was going to be for the first of several fund raisers and we cased the hotel out.

    I couldn’t believe it but there were rooms looking right down on the ball room and all had patios and sliding doors. I had brought the rifle all folded away planning to return it to the safe but for some reason didn’t, I had it with me. Fate.

    Making the shot would be a piece of cake but how fast her security would react was an unknown, we took a room and spent the time going thru our exit plan, down the fire stairs two floors, and using

the cross walk to the parking garage, then driving out to the street and disappearing into the night.

    We timed it several times and had it down pretty well to less then five minutes from the room to the van and five more to where the van would be left with the keys in it and different plates from a van we would find in the garage.

    We would only have the 10-22 rifle and a bag to carry it in. Now we had several days to wait so we kept the room thru the weekend, the clerk said that was smart because all the big shots were in town that weekend and staying in this hotel.

    We headed up the coast and got a room near the ocean where we took long walks to ease the stress of the wait.

    We talked it over and decided Willow would wait in the van parked near the door I would come thru, into the van and away we would go.

    We headed back to the city the day before the fund raiser and got a good parking place. We went into the room and wiped it cleaner then a surgical room. Then we did it again. It had been vacuumed by the staff so we hoped that would do.

    I had a clear shot at the front of the room and with all the noise I figured the subsonic ammo wouldn’t be heard even by somebody in the next room. I

figured no less then two rounds, that should seal her fate and baring a fluke she would be out of office.

    The day came and we were ready, Willow wasn’t happy about leaving me alone but she did see the logic of the plan.

    I wouldn’t have a table or bench to help me so we bought a camera and tripod at a hock shop in the town by the ocean.

    I thought it might be good cover, carrying a tripod and a bag would look like a camera man heading to get some shots of the bash.

    So when I walked out the camera would be on a strap on my neck, the bag on my shoulder and the collapsed tripod in hand.

    Willow left for the van just as the speakers were getting wound up, the target was sitting at a table in the far corner where she could easily walk up to give her speech,

    It was about a 45 or 50 yard shot but I decided to wait until she was done talking and the next person was being introduced and with all the cheers and clapping it was better for me.

    I could see her security, it was two women both were watching the crowd with their backs to the Senator, in the darker area she was hard to see but with the scope on nine power she was clear to me. She was sitting with another woman I hadn’t seen before, nobody else was at the table.

    At long last she was introduced to the crowd and walked out into the lights and tried to smile with her botoxed face but it was more a sneer. She went right to it and of course was going on about the dead judge and the departed Senator who had given so much for the country, I watched her thru the scope and felt all the hate for her and her fellow travelers rising up.

    She called for swift complete gun confiscation and hard jail time for any who didn’t turn them in. Well she was a hit with this bunch for sure.

    My time was upon me and I had big butterflies for some reason. I worked hard at controlling my breathing just as I was taught so long ago. She finally winded down and the MC or host whoever came out and they hugged and she left while he was introducing the next speaker, it turned out to be the woman at the table with her.

    All eyes were on the new comer, the security was watching the room and the crowd was roaring. My target sat down and took a drink from her glass, her last. She set it down, leaned back and I put the cross hairs on her ear just like the one in NY.

    I squeezed the trigger and heard the muffled sound and before she moved I did it again, I believed both were in the ear. She kind of jerked and then relaxed and simply sat there. It looked like she was just listening.

    I folded the stock on the rifle after making sure the zip lock baggie I had taped to the ejection port had caught both cases and they were in the bag. I put it in the bag, put the camera around my neck, bag over the shoulder, collapsed the tripod and walked out the door and down two floors and across the walk way.

    Willow was there waiting and after I tossed the stuff in the van I got in and we rolled, right out the big doors and turned right and disappeared into the night, the truck was waiting where we left it, I loaded the gear in it, got in it and followed Willow to the dump spot, she simply parked, and leaving the keys got into the truck and we left the big city.

    I wasn’t even breathing hard, nor was Willow. We headed straight to and thru Reno and drove thru the night and come morning we stopped and got a room in Idaho, we spent the day sleeping and woke at 6:00 pm, at last we turned on the news and it was a screaming circus or a Chinese fire drill or in Marine talk it was a Cluster Fuck.

    Nobody noticed the Senator was dead for 30 minutes, she was sitting with her eyes closed and the other lady thought she was just resting her eyes, finally one of her security detail became concerned enough to check on her and the shit hit the fan.

    We waited until dark and left the room and headed home, making it by mid morning

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    Hawk was with his grandparents so we had the cabin to our selves, we showered and crashed, mentally exhausted and slept until almost dark when we heard the door bang open and heard Hawk telling us to get up.

    When he came close I grabbed him and dragged him kicking and screaming onto the bed where his mom and I tickled him without mercy!

    We showered together and joined her folks for fresh coffee and Mary was fixing breakfast for our supper, I love breakfast anytime.

    After we ate and Hawk was off to see the world before dark and we gave Willows folks a blow by blow recap of the entire thing, they too were amazed that the whole thing just fell into place.

    Hell we could have spent months and never have been able to put the whole thing together in such a way.

    One thing for sure, we had their attention now, the news media was on a feeding frenzy, the Secret Service was even worse, they had locked down the entire hotel and done a complete search of the place, they brought in forensic teams and took the place apart but frankly the DNA overload from just a few hotel rooms would be overwhelming, so many people using the same spaces.

    Unless they were keeping it to themselves they hadn’t figured where the shots came from. In time it would all leak out that’s for sure.

    Meantime we settled back into our normal routine of just living the quiet life of riding, fishing and being together as a family. We had agreed that we would restrict our shooting to a canyon a couple miles from the cabin, why attract attention?

    The cabin was pretty close to the ranch boundary but the gates were all locked and plenty of no trespassing signs, but now days I believe in listening to the voices and if they say keep quiet at the cabin then we will.

    Paranoia being the word of the year we took a trip as a family to Coeur D’Alene Idaho where we enjoyed the things the city has to offer, but also it gave me the chance to buy more throw away cell phones.

    I needed to call Clark in the hospital which I did, but first I called Cleve who gave me the number of a new phone which he took to Clark. There wasn’t much he could say with his jaw wired closed but we I felt better touching base with him.

    His wife had been released from care and was camping out in his room. Clark’s only mention of the judge was “ Was it you”? I didn’t say anything which was all he needed to hear or maybe not hear, he knew and said thank you!

    After our talk I spent time on the phone with Cleve dealing with some money matter and the request for information on the JBT’s who raided the Clarks, then I called Walt who as always was calm and unshakable, his only comment was that he could see I had been busy and the fishing was great!

    We spent a week in Idaho and then headed home, it was fun and productive and much needed, we took Hawk on the boat tour of the lake which is a nice ride if you like looking at all the McMansions built by the VERY rich which in my view spoil the whole lake thing.

    One of the things that came from talking to Cleve was that it wasn’t smart business to just have all that gold sitting and earning nothing and gold prices had been shooting up like a rocket, his thoughts were to sell it and invest the money in something to fund the war I was waging. He was right and I told him I’d get back on that. When we returned to the cabin we rode over to see The folks, I wanted Barney’s advice on the gold issue.

    He was in total agreement with Cleve. His thoughts was to watch the rise in gold prices and when it hit a high and seemed to settle there to sell and invest. I could see how selling the gold was going to leave tracks back if it weren’t handled right.

    We decided that I would have Cleve bring the gold to a meeting place where I could pick it up and then deal with it. Barney had been a rancher all his life but he also had a business degree and had some very smart money people working for him, he now ran the ranch as a hobby and as his retreat from the world, if the price of beef fell he just shrugged it off.

     If he couldn’t sell the cattle for a fair price he would donate them to food banks and take the tax write off, either way his bulls did their thing, the cows did theirs and the ranch flourished and didn’t have to turn a profit. Nice work if you can get it.

    It took a while to set up the gold transfer but we got it done, and it was still heavy! Funny thing about gold, it still weighed the same as it did when I bought it but it was now worth much more, yet weighed the same, yea I know, kind of silly reasoning but it kept my mind occupied for a while.

    I won’t go into the convoluted shit of moving the gold or how it was dealt with, Barney handled it and I was glad.

    The whole country was going crazy about the assassination of two US Senators and a Sitting Federal Judge, all in such a short time. Now all the net works were talking about the message that they all laughed at. The Congress Critters were still running their mouths, looking for some face time and to look tough and brave to the voters.

    Word on the streets in some areas had pools going on who was next.

    It was a who’s who of Traitors, Socialist and Oath breakers. Any of which could be next.

    But for a while we would cool it and let them relax their guard and they would sooner or later. But we could use the time to plan the next “visit” and look over the ground.

    At some point they were going to realize they had to do something to stop the killings, like maybe live up to their oath of office? Obey the Constitution they all swore to defend?

    Leave the Bill of Rights alone, stop trying to massage the meaning of the words in to whatever their flavor of the day might be.

    We all agreed that sooner or later there would be somebody who would follow in my foot steps and take out one of these fools or die trying. As long as no innocents were hurt I was fine with it.

    And two weeks after the California “Visit” somebody shot up the home of a left wing Senator in Southern California. The Senator wasn’t home and nobody was hurt but it caused an uproar!

    It was followed by a Congressman from a liberal state being killed by a hit and run driver in a stolen car, things were getting out of control but then again things had been out of control for a long time.

    I was feeling down because I wasn’t feeling down over the ones I did if that makes sense? I went into this knowing what and why and who so I had no regrets for my own actions but I sure hoped there would be no collateral damage as the spooks like to say.

    Cleve left me a voice mail asking me to call him at a pay phone number from a pay phone so Willow and Hawk and I took a ride to a town the usual hundred miles from home where we had lunch and then took in a movie, I excused myself and used a phone in the lobby and made the call at the time requested, he answered on the first ring.

    We did the how are you stuff and then got to it, he said he had been running sweeps on his office phones and the expert he hired who used to work for NSA said while he couldn’t say with 100% accuracy he thought there was a tap on the line, a very sophisticated one, almost for sure a Government agency.

    We talked a bit about jerking their chains but decided that was stupid and would lead to no good. We decided to not do anything.

   He asked how I was doing, I told him I had met somebody and things were wonderful, he was very happy for me.

    He told me he was getting close to winning a nice bit of change for Clark and his wife, he said the Government wanted to make it a joint suit but he was suing them twice. I was glad to hear that. He said Clark was out of the hospital but still in bad shape and had moved to her folks place in Oklahoma and from the sounds of it the Feds would be very wise to leave them alone, her family was very big and all were well liked and respected and would not stand by for any of that crap ever.

    Cleve also had a list of names and addresses for me. The ATF types who did the beat down on my friends were sitting at desks pending the outcome of the law suits.

    I told him when it was a done deal leave me a voice mail asking how the fishing was and then toss that phone.

    While we were in the “big city” as Hawk called it I looked for estate sales as usual and found a couple starting the next day a Friday.

We were there bright and early and while Willow and Hawk looked for things of interest to them I looked at some rifles they had for sale.

    One was a beautiful CZ 22 long rifle with a single set trigger. I’ve always wanted one of these and was thinking about using it in my “work” but I couldn’t stand the thought of cutting the barrel and threading it for the can. I bought it anyway.

    Hawk didn’t have a 22 and every boy should have a 22 rifle to learn responsibility with, keeping it clean and rust free is just as important as being safe with it.

    Willow came over and said uh huh and who is that for? So I explained the theory of responsibility to her. She said I see! It’s an educational tool?

    Yep said I. Bullshit said she, you just want to give him another gun right? I smiled and said “Ya got me”! we laughed and it was worth it when I handed it to the boy and showed him how to check to see if it was loaded.

    The person handling the sale had not a clue to any of it and I doubt he knew how to check or even thought of it.

    We looked around some more and Willow found a beautiful deep chicken fryer cast iron skillet that had to be over a hundred years old, it was in perfect shape and they had it priced at $5.00, dumb shits. We laughed all the way to the truck. Some people just don’t understand things like fine rifles or wonderful old cast iron. I pity them.

    The second sale we went to was about the same, no guns but a lot of ammo for some reason?  

    And the ammo gods were smiling! There was several older boxes of 38-55 for Hawks birth day rifle. The ammo was as old as the rifle in boxes that were in like new condition. I explained to Hawk we wouldn’t be shooting this stuff because it was worth about 100 times more then we paid for it to collectors.

    He couldn’t quite grasp why something like a box would make the ammo more valuable. I said we would talk about it later.

    We had a wonderful time and I vowed we would be doing much more of this. We decided to stay a couple more days and just be among people for a while.

    But people do get on ones nerves if you’re forced to be around them very long so we headed home a day earlier and we all seemed to sigh a bit when the gate was locked behind us, home is a wonderful thing.

    The next day Barney and Mary rode over and Barney was treated to the new rifle and was duly impressed, he said he had never seen CZ stuff and like what he saw.

    And of course Hawk dragged us off to shoot it. We didn’t go to the canyon because the 22 wasn’t gonna be heard. We had a great time with the little rifle. It was light enough for Hawk and it was love at first shot.

    When we went back to the cabin Hawk showed the ammo to Barney who was very impressed because he was kind of into collecting things like that to decorate with. Hawk presented his with a box of the ammo. Boy and grandfather were both happy.

    Strange how something like running from the law, death, killing have brought us all together into a strong family bond, I’ve never seen the like. I’m sad at the things that brought me to this place and time but I loved it just the same.

    And soon it would be time to go out again just not right now. Now was for enjoying the warm feelings of family.

    The news was still full of the effects of the deaths of so many Congress Critters. Not all were being killed or even hurt but several had been egged and town hall meeting were becoming a thing of the past as more and more people were standing up and asking hard questions and refusing bullshit answers.

     A lot of the politicians were getting roughed up and were just not going back to their home states, which wasn’t doing them any good with the home folks.

    There was a public out cry demanding the AG investigate the actions of the BATF but being the scum bag he was he was giving out press releases read by some dumb shit who had no idea what was what.

    I was wondering how hard a target the AG might be, him I would feel no regret over at all. In fact I would enjoy it.

    At last Cleve got into court and fried the assholes who raided Cleve and his wife. A jury took about a  second to rule in favor of the plaintiffs to the tune of five million dollars which was for both of them.

   Cleve wasn’t able to separate them in court but it worked out fine. All the defendants were in court and I had pictures of each of them. And their addresses. The tax payers had paid, now these Nazis could start paying.

    All of them were now on paid suspension until a review board could decide their cases, I planned to suspend them permanently without pay.

    They were all living within a few miles of each other and I figured they would all be hanging out together since that’s the usual way among these types getting all five was going to be a problem but I’d figure it out.

    I waited for two weeks after the court ruling and made my plans, if it worked I was golden, if not I was dead. It was going to involve some in-depth recon of them and their habits but they were used to being the cock of the walk and figured they were bullet proof, we would see.

    I had no intention of killing them, I wanted them to be a reminder to others that such shit wasn’t going to be allowed to slide any more.

    Willow and I left to scout out the dickheads we took a different tact this time. We used my clean credit card to rent a non descript car, something nobody would pay any attention to and headed out.

    We spent the first day getting there and the second getting up to speed on the streets around the area, they were all in the state capital same as the “Former” judge.

    We started watching the first one on the third day, we parked in front of a house that had a for sale sign in front of it. we looked like a couple waiting for a realtor.

    We watched his wife leave for work and shortly after that he left in a jacked up truck with loud pipes, second childhood apparently.

We kept several cars between us and with the 6” lift his truck was way above anything around so it was an easy tail.

    We struck pay dirt right off with this guy, he drove to a motel and got a room and went in, shortly after a car pulled in and a woman not his wife got our and went in.

    That caught us off guard so we took off and bought a nice camera with a great zoom feature.

    We rushed back and got pictures of his truck parked beside her car and the room number, we waited for a couple of hours and when the door opened Willow was ready with the camera. She got them kissing just inside the doorway, then both walking out and getting in their vehicles.

   We followed the woman when she left, and I won’t say I was surprised when she drove home to the same address as one of the other dirt bags. This was nice!

    We made passes by the other three homes but saw nothing moving so we called it a day and returned to our room.

    After talking it over we left town and relocated in a different town that was a bedroom community for the Capital.

    We hit a coffee shop and read the free for sale paper and located a van that might do the job, I called and made an appointment to see it right away.

    Willow drove me there parking a few doors away, I met the seller, a nice women who had decided to get rid of the soccer mom wheels and get something more in keeping for a single woman.

    It was as plain as it could be, a lot of miles and had nothing to attract the eye. It drove fine and was nothing more or less then it was supposed to be.

    A tool for mommy to haul kids from point A to B, I said I had to look at one more but if somebody came along wanting to buy it to just do so and left. Thirty minutes later Willow was there looking and talking and laughing, just two women getting along. She drove it and came back and 30 minutes later drove away in it, deal done.

    We spent the afternoon at a car wash doing the clean up, this one had tinted windows already so we were good to go.

    By dark we were back at watching the playboy with the jacked up truck and around 7:00 pm he came out the door with a bowling bag and headed cross town where he parked at a bowling alley, he parked out away from the crowd of cars and right beside him was the car from the motel!

    We gave him 20 minutes and we went in and like most all such places you can sit at the bar and watch the action.

    We spotted him with all his buddies having a great time, the whole gang together, bowling or beat downs they were a team.

    It was hard to believe we had found them all together and yet it wasn’t.

    People like these guys don’t have many if any friends outside work, Cops don’t hang with non cops as a rule.

    So we just sat and sipped our beers and watched the action and plotted. Ideally getting them all together was the way to go but these were young guys in great shape and trained in fighting or at least what they called fighting.

    Willow and I both believed this bowling gig would be to our advantage if we could work it out. After they were done we followed them all to a strip club where they were apparently well known, they closed the place down and stood around in the parking lot drinking beer and just being good ol boys.

    After about an hour three young women came out the door and the party got much more interesting! We followed them to the very same motel big truck used to play house with his buddy’s wife,

    This was just so perfect! And ideas were forming fast. Willow was using the camera from the first and got it all, from the parking lot of the strip club to the gang going into the motel with the strippers.

    We waited for them to leave which they did one at a time until the last two left with the girls and we got them on camera paying the girls.

    We spent the next few days just cooling our jets, we did follow the wives to work and got that information. Two actually worked at the State Capital and one at a bank and one at a department store, one didn’t work so she spent a lot of time at the “No tell Motel” with big rig. The pictures just kept piling up.

    The next bowling night we watched the same routine as last time, this time with only two girls, they must have been kept busy. More pictures.

    We were slowly forming a plan and while it would cause some hurt to some of the wives at least they weren’t recovering from a beat down like Clarks wife.

    One thing I noticed was they always used the same room at the motel, it was in back and no cars were visible from the street.

    A light bulb went off and I called good ol Walt and asked if he would mind taking a couple of days off and do some good work?

    He said he could leave right now, I gave him the plan I had in mind and he said he would call when he knew what time his plane was coming in and he would get the goodies we needed.

    It took him two days but he got it done and called and said he was gonna be in that evening. Willow and I picked him up and headed for the Motel.

    Walt went in and rented a room, he said he had stayed there a while back and liked room number 125 and wanted that one, he got it but was told it was booked for later in the week.

    He said that his brother and sister in law were coming later and could he have the room next door? Got it. We were in business.

    Walt and Willow hit it right off and he was enthralled with her and very happy for me to have somebody.

    Walt spent the entire next day wiring the room with pin hole cameras to the point a fly couldn’t land in a spot unobserved.

    We tested it and it was perfect. The morning of the bowling night he checked out and said he would be back the next night and wanted the room again for one night, no problem.

    That night we did the bowling lane thing and watched the as usual routine with the gang, we followed them to the strip club and Walt followed them in with a sweet pin camera on his tie and got a lot of their boys night out antics.

    He watched and filmed the deal being made with the girls, four of them this time. Gonna be a wild night! Double king sized beds full of action! And all on camera.

    We headed back to our room and Walt set up three computers to get all the action, he used three in case something happened to one, as he put it, three is two, two is one and one is none. Geek talk.

    But Walt never ever left anything to chance, he was the guy who always carried extra ammo where most guys wanted to carry less. Ammo is heavy until you really need it then it’s not an issue!

    After making sure the computers and cameras were all doing their thing we left to get breakfast and didn’t return until time to video the gang shutting down for the night.

    It was some good video, all five with the four girls all but screwing in the parking lot, and the money changing hands. Then they all went home.

   Walt camped out with us for the night in the spare bed and we slept late, when we got up and showered the maids were done cleaning the party room so we vacated but we told them to just leave ours be that we were staying the night. But to be on the safe side we took the computers and all signs of anything going on.

    Later that day Walt checked into his room and we cleared all the video cameras and all signs of any thing to do with it all.

    Walt was done and was on a plane home the next morning, we checked out and were out of there.

We moved on to another motel and planned the next move.

    We spent the time dubbing the video onto DVD’s then we dubbed the video of the two lovers meeting at the motel.

    We developed our plan and on the very next bowling night after they were all at the bowling alley we delivered DVD’s to each of the dirt bags homes with a letter telling where the motel was and what time to be there.

   We got there early and got a good parking spot, and videoed the gang arriving with their party girls and shortly watched as five pissed off wives raced into the parking lot, We had paid the night clerk for a key card and had checked it, it would work fine.

    It was included in one of the packets. These women all knew each other and they hit the door like a swat team, two held cameras and three carried base ball bats, we got it all on video and it was some kind of wild, the wives charged in the door and the screaming started!

    One of the girls ran out the door naked as the day she was born, with a bleeding cut on her fore head, she was followed by an equally naked man also bleeding from a cut head.

    Thirty seconds later the cops arrived, several cars responding to a call of a riot and that several of the perps were armed.

   They too charged into the brawl then their back up rolled in and it got even better ( from our POV) Willow was laughing her ass off and never stopped videoing. The fur ball came rolling out into the parking lot and a mess it was, wives with base ball bats hammering anybody who got close, one of the cops had his ASP baton taken away and one of the strippers was giving as good as she got.

    Being a man I have to say all those naked ladies were fine specimens but they were losing the battle to the older pissed off wives.

    It had reached the point where everybody saw everybody else as an enemy and it went down hill from there. More cops arrived and some firemen who used a hose with cold water to stop it all.

    Soon enough the cops had everybody on the ground cuffed except the one who got out the door.

    Willow jumped out of the car and ran over yelling “Officers!! Officers!! And pointed to the bush where the two naked escapees were hiding.

     Several pissed off cops headed that way and the naked man ran for it, now it got good, being younger and in better shape plus unhindered by clothes and boots he was really moving.

    One of the cops, while running started tossing stuff aside, riot helmet, tactical vest, body armor until he was down to just a tee shirt and he passed his gun rig off to one of the others who was lagging.

     Then he took off like a speeding bullet, having boots on is what won the race, the other poor bastard was by now running on bloody feet and the tackle was right out of the NFL training books!

    The cop flew thru the air and hit the naked guy and when they went down the guy on the bottom left a lot of hide on the gravel, talk about road rash!!

    I had the camera and got it all on video. Willow had eased away and looped around to the car and we kept the camera going thru the whole sorry mess.

    The naked dude had come up swinging and got tazed and with God and the camera as our witness one of the prongs attached its self to the guys Johnson!! It was bad, really bad, he was screaming and maybe foaming at the mouth.

    We were laughing so hard it’s a wonder we didn’t attract attention to ourselves, when I could breath I said baby this is better then killing the assholes which got her going again then I started.

    The cops brought in a pair of good old paddy wagons and put the men in one and the wives and stripers in the other which I thought might not be a good idea but didn’t really care.

    When we watched the video later we saw that the naked dudes had really had the shit beat out of them, first the wives and strippers then the cops, blood everywhere and the best part was we had it all on video and the Lame Stream media had nada.

    First thing we did was make copies send them to Clark to sell to the main stream slime and Cleve who could make a good bit of money representing the wives in their divorces.

    Or at least he could laugh his ass off and see to it the video went out to every lawyer he knew.

    We had one more bit of dirt to do which was to mail the DVD of the one dickhead meeting the wife of another dickhead.

    We waited around for that, parked down the street from the house of the cuckold ones house.

    We watched the mail man drop off the mail an hour after the wife drove away in a very pissed off manner. We watched the door fly open and the guy running to his pickup and burn out.

    We had also sent a copy to the first guy so he would see it coming, we followed the guy across town where he slid to a stop and bailed out and ran for the door and started beating on it, the door flew open and the brawl was on, and shortly went from fists to guns, both were armed and each drew down on the other and in a matter of about two seconds they managed to shoot the hell out of each other.

   We didn’t video this scene, we simply drove quietly away as neighbors ran outside and cell phones started burning the air waves. We weren’t three blocks away when the first cop car screamed past followed by two more.

    Our good deeds done for this trip we headed home, first we found a storage place and left the van inside locked up, we hadn’t used it in a way we needed to hide it but we did clean it very well, it would be there if we needed to come back this way, I started thinking maybe dumping the vans was a bad idea, storage places were cheaper then buying a van every time we needed one, something to think about.

    We got home in good order and headed right over to the main house, Barney and Mary were waiting, they had been following what had been in the news.

    The news reported the shoot out and said both men were in extreme critical care, they and the other three were charged with felony assault of police officers, felony assault on their wives and the strippers.

    The charges just kept adding up, I was waiting until they got down to Conspiracy to breath, Dirty Elbows and Mopery with intent to creep before I would know they were done.

    Barney and Mary were all but rolling on the floor watching the video of the brawl outside the motel room and almost passed out when Willow ran into view yelling and pointing out the two escapees behind the bush.

    It really was funny and Clark was gonna get rich when it hit the news networks, which I would assume he had already cut a deal thru the lawyers Cleve was using.

    All in all I was satisfied with the payback, and we may have caused the shoot out but tuff shit!

    We settled back into our pleasant life style, Willow said Hawk was home schooled on the ranch along with the kids of the married ranch hands, Mary and one of the wives were the teachers and did a wonderful job of it. These kids were better educated then the kids in the so called proper schools.

    Hawk got up most mornings now that school had started and did his work at the dining room table, and rode his horse to the main ranch two days a week where they held class, it was only two days a week because they were now at the age where they were they could stay home and do the work.

    So they went in on Monday and Thursday where the teachers looked over their work, assigned the next weeks work and they were done for the day.

    I would have loved that set up when I was a kid, I hated school. But I loved the school library.

   Willow and I loved the two mornings alone, it was perfect for us. We would take walks later in the morning and just enjoy being in love.

    On Monday and Thursday we would ride over to the ranch and hang out until Hawk finished school.  

    We spent a lot of time with Barney while Mary played teacher, We talked about the stuff on the news.

    The hunt for the killers of the two Senators and the Judge was still going full power but they weren’t getting anywhere. Nobody had seen or heard a thing, they did see the Van on a back ground shot in New York but no plate or anything else.

    We were ghosts in the wind and I wanted it to stay that way. The copycats were still doing their thing. Some quite well but most were caught at the scene.

    A couple of cops were shot by people with a grudge for bad treatment, I hoped it didn’t get worse then it was. But folks are pissed off and tired as hell of the shit going on in Government, State or Federal.

    In Texas an older lady shot up a bunch of equipment belonging to a company using eminent domain to steal her land for a pipe line. After shooting the hell out of everything she could she torched the lot. She because the poster child for

“ Save our Land” movement and it looked like they might win!

    The BATF thugs seemed to be holding a low profile after the shit storm that just went down. The Senators were still screaming for justice in the murder of their fellow Law makers. There was still a few fighting to get in front of the cameras to call for the abolishment of the second amendment. 

    We might have to pay a visit to one of them but for now we had a Swat team in California that was racking up a body count of people killed in their raids, some of whom may have been legitimate but several were very suspect since they were found with typical throwaway handguns in their hands, not even one had been fired.

    They were located in central Cal. They seemed to make the news just about once a month, half their team seemed to be at one time or the other on stand down awaiting investigation into their shootings but it was a 10 man team so they had plenty of man power.

    It was looking like maybe they needed to be shut down. Barney and I talked it over while Willow was at the little one room school house with her mom. Out of the blue he said “ Next trip, I’m going with you” I was surprised at that and caught off guard. He said if my daughter and only child can go out there and do battle then her old man can.

    What could I say? So we worked on the plan and broke the news to the ladies when they came home. Hawk was off with the other kids on the ranch so we had the place to ourselves.

    Mary never blinked nor did Willow except to say so, we women sit home and wait? Barney and I had already talked about this and said no, you two are coming, we think couples don’t get looked at as hard as a man alone or two men. They agreed so it was done. We just needed to scout the place out and see how it would work.

    Also we needed to see if these guys warranted a dirt nap or simply be put out on Medical retirement. Either way they were going to be out of business.

    Hawk would stay with one of the ranch hands family and considering that almost every person on the ranch had been born on it they were all family.

    We headed out three days later, Willow and I driving the old truck with the trailer and bike, Barney and Mary were driving a car but we would find them a van down the road.

    We each had a throwaway phone with the other three numbers on speed dial. We traveled separate routes but were never more then a hundred miles apart. We watched for and found a nice van in Salt Lake and after our usual routine bought it and showed them how we cleaned them up and as a rule tried to leave few prints, one place I mentioned to them was the back of the rearview mirror and the seat controls.

    That got them thinking and they went to town on it. This van was clean enough to do surgery in, just the way we liked them. It had tinted windows so we were good to go.

    Two days later we hit the city of Modesto, home of the bad boys swat team. We started by scouting the area. With a population of just under a quarter million it was the 18th largest city in California. Among the facts on the PC was the rate of auto thefts, the city leads the state, it has 10 to 20 thousand gang members, and the crime rate is pretty high.

    Hell maybe they need their swat team. Willow and I headed to the library and split up inside, we both read all the news stories we could find on the activities of the swat team.

    After two hours we met back at the truck and compared notes, it looked like the real problem was the same three hotshot cowboys who were doing the most damage and while some of their stuff looked clean there was an awful lot that wasn’t.

    It seemed that the turn over rate in the team was high, a lot of younger cops wanted to be on the teams but shortly after were transferring out.

    That told me the bad apples were the top dogs which was two sergeants and their LT. Some of the older hands who had stuck it out seemed to be doing the job right and avoiding the stuff that wasn’t kosher. Hard to do on a team but the cowboys seemed to be happy to hog the action.

    How to separate the chaff from the wheat was our problem. I had a hunch we would find the three hung together after hours and partied together since that seems to be a part of the culture.

    Next was to find their water hole and watch them on their turf. The trip to the library had turned up pictures of the men in question, make head lines often enough and your bound to have your picture taken. We found their home addresses but that took more time, from the stuff the news people were printing it was obvious they had pissed off somebody pretty high up in the news organizations, usually the press won’t do that but here it was.

    We did drive bys of the three homes and saw the required muscle trucks, these guys all attend the same mind set school.

    They worked nights as a rule on what they called “Crash” teams, they drove around three to an unmarked car dressed like street types, looking for trouble, they were great at driving along and jumping out on top of some drug dealer or somebody with an outstanding warrant, the arrest usually included a bad beat down.

    We watched the lead team in action and they were taking down dealers but making no arrests, it only took a few minutes to see they were taking the dope and the money and turning the perps loose, usually after slapping them around a bit.

    The team leaders worked together as roving back up to the other teams but while the other teams were actually taking down bad guys and making arrests the big dogs were just taking drugs and money.

    We learned this in one two hour stretch just easing along behind them, they were right out there in the open doing their thing. Later that night we saw them make a meet in a dark parking lot with what had to be a drug dealer who took a bag from them and handed over a bag.

    These assholes were robbing dealers in one area and selling the drugs to dealers in another area of the city. Talk about giant brass balls!! They had to be passing bucks off to somebody higher up in the department to get away with this shit.

    We used the van to tail them with video cams running.

    Two nights later we hit pay dirt, we had them on tape taking down several street dealers and after taking their money and drugs they roughed them up and let them skate.

    We got them on video selling the drugs to their pet dealer cross town. They actually stood there in plain sight splitting the money on the hood of their car. We could see a forth stack of money and sure enough up drove a new unmarked car and a guy in a suit got out and after some laughing and knuckle bumps he took his stack of money. And we, just citizens not even from this city had learned all this in just a few days and had the proof on video. Unfucking believable!!

    We returned to our room and watched the videos and it was all there plain as day. We had come here planning to hurt these guys but this was even better, they were all heading to prison and that’s no place for cops. We just had to figure out how to do it and how to make sure they didn’t sweep it under the rug.

    Willow made the comment that it would be nice to know who the suit was, Only the upper ranks got the new cars and Barney said the guys suit didn’t come off a rack at Penney’s. We needed to know who he was before we made our move.

    For three days we spent the early morning parked at the main admin building of the police department trying to see the guy in the video and just as we were about to give up on it there he was standing on the steps talking to none other then the LT in charge of the swat/crash teams.

    When they split the new guy headed for his car and when he backed it out we saw it was in a reserved parking spot marked “Asst Chief” and yes these guys had some big power watching their asses.

    Back in the motel rooms we talked about how to burn these people and Willow had the best idea. She suggested going back to the library and looking thru the news stories on these guys and find the reporter who seemed to be disenchanted with them and show him the videos. I didn’t like it because it put us out front and in sight.

    She argued that she could handle the meet dress in her “ Old maid schoolmarm” outfit like she used to buy the van a while back. It was a thought.

    Barney topped that thought, he suggested contacting Cleve and seeing if he might know a Lawyer here in the city that could be the cut out.

    That was a good idea so I put in the call and left the message for hi to go to number 14 which was a pay phone a few miles from his office and to call my number and let it ring once and hang up, I’d call right back, then we waited, it took a while but he called and hung up, I called him right back and after the “how ya doings, how’s Clark etc” we got to it, he said he didn’t know anybody here but could find somebody thru his contacts and said hang loose and hung up.

    That evening he called back with the name of a lawyer here in the city, and one who came very well recommended because his own Father-in-law had been raided by these same dickheads and they beat the shit out of him claiming he attacked them, the fact it was a bogus warrant plus the wrong address made it even worse.

    Cleve had told the guy enough to get his a raging woody and he wanted in on this bad. We took it from there, Willow called the guy and set a meeting in a busy café near the motel we were staying at. Barney, Mary and I got there early and got a table where we could see the entire show, Willow dressed down and looking like a Nun came in right behind us and took a table close to us, and right in time the Lawyer came thru the door. He spotted Willow and headed right for her, with the hair in the bun and no makeup and the baggy sweater and granny glasses I almost didn’t recognize her.

    She didn’t say anything just turned her lap top and hit start and we watched his face as he watched one entire segment. He was drooling.

    He asked what she wanted out of it and she said “nothing, just hang the bastards” she took a zip lock baggie out of her bag and shook out three disks and put the baggie away and said this shows more of what you saw plus them paying off the Asst Chief his share, I thought the guy was gonna pass out, he stuttered for a second and said your shitting me right? She said nope, it’s all here and I want them all in prison for killing my friend.

    She told him if he didn’t act within two days she was sending the disks to every news outlet in the area. He said not to worry because he was heading to the court house right away to see the States Attorney, this wasn’t going to be handled locally.

    He gathered his stuff and left. We were right behind him while Willow went out the back door and right into the van, By the time we walked around the block and reached the van she was once again a hot beautiful woman, gone was the hippy nun.

    It took a bit more then two days but there was a rush grand jury and an indictment issued for all four of the men involved. 

    The States attorney office had their investigators out on the streets immediately and with in a few more days had located several of the dealers who were ripped off and after being granted immunity agreed to testify.

    I had never heard of the wheels of justice moving this fast. I guess the lawyer had some real juice on the state level because Willows throw away rang and the lawyer said to be near the court house around noon and watch the show.

    We were there in the van when we saw the three cops standing in front of the court house and saw their boss the Asst Chief meet them, before they could realize that none of them had sent the text to meet they were surrounded by plain clothes officers and were on the ground, guns removed and hands cuffed.

    They were all four hustled away to waiting cars and taken to separate stations to be interrogated and of course one would start trying to make a deal, hell all four would but I didn’t think any deals were needed. Time would tell.

    Willow called the lawyer and thanked him but he was all over thanking her!

    She  said she would be watching to see what happened, he said they were all going into hard time and life wasn’t gonna be fun. And most likely would be short if past history was any indication.

    We headed out of town right after that, we did wipe down the rooms very well and put the van in long term storage for the future.

    We headed for Reno where we stayed for a couple of days, too in some shows and I watched Willow get all excited over a $100.00 dollar jackpot on a slot machine. Her family has more money then God and her more or less husband is pretty loaded but that $100.00 just lit her up like it was a million bucks, and she cashed in and quit! Smart lady.

    We headed for home and our son who was probably having way to much fun without us.

    We found home as we left it, the kid was happy we were back and was thrilled when his mom handed him a hundred dollar bill she proudly told him she won!

    He said uh huh and how much did you put into the machine before you won? That got her attention and popped her balloon ! She figured out she had won about $20.00 bucks. We all had a good laugh over that, and really enjoyed her trying to get back eighty from Hawk who said “No way babe” she said “ Shit! I’m out 80 bucks and my own son is taking advantage of me” All for the laughs of course, Hawk said he needed more 22 ammo and he might let his mom shoot some of it since she was buying it. She spent several minutes sitting on him tickling him.

    Having a family is wonderful, I still have moments of sadness at being so happy with Dawn gone but if things were reversed I’d not want her to dry up and die. And I know she understands.

    So far things could not have been better, taking out the trash in the manner we had was working and when things settle down we will once again go hunting.

   There is a Senator from Illinois that needs to be retired for good! Along with a few more from that shit hole they call the East.  And of course Calipornia is a target rich environment!

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    I hope this book is as well regarded as the short story was, I try to not be redundant and to keep things interesting.

    I once said I couldn’t write a sex book and when asked why I replied, how many ways can you say “OH GOD!!!”?

    Again, if you liked this please leave a review on Amazon, if you didn’t, leave a review saying why. I already know I don’t have the education to be a “proper” author and I know I misspell a word here and there or use a word improperly. But you can tell me again if you feel the over powering need to do so.

One thing I do really want to know is this. Is this subject something you folks like? Should I keep at it? You are the ones who drive me to write for better or worse.

Thanks!

TJ