Keys To The Kingdom - Prolog
Kevin Crain was tired. He’d
lived a long, healthy, productive life. Part of Tom Brokaw’s “Greatest Generation”, he’d done his
part in World War II, and then again in Korea. He matured during the Cold War. He’d seen a couple of the atomic bomb
tests first hand and knew the destruction that would come with all out war. By the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis, he was
a dedicated Survivalist, before the term became known, well before it became a dirty word.
Too old for Viet Nam, Kevin
used the power of his vote to make changes he thought needed for the US to continue as the leader of the free world.
kept an eye on the changing world situation. Several times he went on personal alert, ready to take his family into the extensive
blast and fallout shelter in the back yard, just as he had when Kennedy backed Khrushchev down. The Cold War seemed to have
ended without a nuclear exchange. But Kevin knew his history. And his motto was “It’s a matter of when, not if,”
when it came to being prepared.
As his children grew up, the small town where he’d lived since his birth did,
too. It became part of a metropolis. With all the negative aspects that went with it. At least during the late seventies.
was becoming widespread, and taking on the dirty definition of a militant, pro-religion, cultist, anti-government force to
be shunned and destroyed in any way possible.
Never one to speak of his extensive plans that predated the Cuban Missile
Crisis, Kevin made his move to the Missouri Ozarks as a simple retirement move, so he could do a little hunting, boating,
fish the local lakes and rivers, and do a little talking on the ham bands, during his ‘declining’ years.
considered himself lucky when it came to his financial security. But he’d been just as observant in the late forties
and early fifties as he was now. He got on four bandwagons in a big way. They more than made up for his poorer decisions made
during the same time period.
IBM, GM, and AT&T stocks early on. Not to buy and sell. To buy and hold. For years.
The dividend income was enough to take him from helping his father in his plumbing business, to the presidency of his own
company. A plastics manufacturing company. In on the ground floor. He held onto it and ran it until he could no longer stand
the obscene offers he was getting for the company. He sold it in the seventies and got into the rapidly rising business of
A long time Amateur Radio Operator, Kevin had spent many an hour in hobbyist electronics stores and bought
a Radio Shack dealership specifically to sell the new, home computers. But one to spread the risk, and despite an overwhelming
fondness of Radio Shack, and then Tandy, proprietary computers, Kevin invested in Intel and Microsoft, simply to hedge his
bets. It paid off big time.
But there were new dangers in the world, even after the dissolution of the Soviet Empire.
Besides, Kevin didn’t trust the Russians, even after the break up. He didn’t even trust the Germans or Japanese
or Chinese, having fought all of them in his two hitches in the service. And the stock market was growing faster than some
people could count their money.
He looked at his family fondly one Christmas at the Ozark Homestead. All three of his
children had done well for themselves, under his tutelage. His seven grandkids had grown up the same way. They were book smart,
but they were also savvy, with a lot of good common ‘horse’ sense.
Kevin decided that he would give his
great-grandkids the best gift he could, before his death. He decided to become a farmer slash rancher. One of what would be
termed ‘Green’ several years later. Farmers that gave back to the land as much as they took from it, and provided
the best food at the best prices possible in the modern world of the fast approaching new Millennium.
At least, he
was a farmer and rancher in name. The actuality of it was he had hired experienced people in traditional farming and some
youngsters just out of college that had all the new ‘green’ techniques down pat. Between them, Kevin would have
the operation he wanted.
That first year of getting things set up was a bit of a trial, but Kevin was pleased at the
end of it. Christmas was about as storybook as one could ask for. But then January came, and with it came personal disaster
upon personal disaster. First, his wife for forty-two years died of sudden onset cancer.
On the way home from the funeral,
a hit and run driver demolished the shuttle bus taking the rest of the family from the hotel to the airport. The only survivors
were Kevin’s three great grandchildren. They’d been in the rear seat of the shuttle, which had fared the best,
though the damage it sustained was terrible, too. The semi truck and its driver were never found, despite the large reward
Two months later, only Kevin and his namesake were still alive. The other two great-grandchildren had
succumbed to the injuries they received in the accident.
Little Kevin, twelve years old, went into his great-grandfather’s
study in the house at the homestead one summer evening and found him clutching his chest.
“Give me a hug, boy,
and call 911.”
It was a quick hug and an even quicker call. When little Kevin set the phone receiver down on
the desk, leaving the line open, he turned and started to help Kevin to the floor so he could start CPR.
Kevin,” said the senior to the junior, gasping once at the pain. “Way too late. Got something for you here…”
Kevin opened the top center desk drawer and took out a small key ring with five keys on it.
“Keys to the Kingdom,
Kevin. Make me proud.”
Tears in his eyes, little Kevin took the keys and thrust them into his pocket without
a thought. Despite his great-grandfather’s statement about it being too late, Kevin began CPR after his grandfather
quit breathing and he was able to get him to the floor. He was still going when the paramedics showed up.
us have it, son,” said the senior technician.
Polly, the housekeeper for the last several years, was standing
in the doorway and took Kevin from the room. He fought, but gently, not wanting to hurt the woman, but she had him in a vice-like
Kevin was dry-eyed when they finally took his great-grandfather’s body away. Polly got him to go to bed,
but the boy didn’t sleep much that night. Nor for the next several nights. Not until after his beloved great-grandfather
was in the grave beside his great-grandmother.
Polly had been carrying for Kevin during those first few days, but the
senior Kevin’s long time attorney and friend took custody, per the will that had been re-written so many times in the
last few months.
Trevor McQuirer was a bachelor. Had been all his life. He lived quietly, his work and one hobby of
collecting stamps occupying him almost fully. Kevin fell into Trevor’s lifestyle easily. They had breakfast together
and sometimes dinners. Trevor often worked late and Kevin was religious about doing his homework, eating a simple meal he
prepared himself, and then going to bed to get plenty of sleep.
The situation worked well until Kevin’s eighteenth
birthday. Kevin added the key to the new Jeep that Trevor gave him for his birthday and graduation from high school to those
his great-grandfather had given him so many years ago. Kevin still had no idea what the keys were for. It didn’t matter.
They were his great-grandfather’s, and he had given them to Kevin for safe keeping. He would do that until he died.
the Jeep and a small trailer loaded to the limit, Kevin headed for Rolla, Missouri, to get an engineering degree. Trevor continued
to manage the estate affairs, seeing that Kevin got his monthly check regularly. Trevor had been slightly surprised, and quite
pleased, at the amount that Kevin had asked for monthly. It was easily adequate for school needs, but that was all it was
used for. Kevin preferred to work for his pocket money.
Six years later, at twenty-four, Kevin took over the reigns
of the estate. He could have done so three years earlier, at twenty-one, but had been content to continue his education, living
a rather frugal life for someone that had inherited the amount of wealth the estate represented on the surface.
To The Kingdom
“May I help you?”
It startled Kevin. He’d just stepped up onto the first step
up to the porch of the Ozark Homestead house, with key in hand. The woman’s voice came through the screen door, but
Kevin couldn’t make out any features. It wasn’t Polly.
“I think I should be asking that question,”
Kevin said evenly, coming the rest of the way up the steps onto the wide porch. “Just who are you, and what are you
doing in my house? Where’s Polly?”
“Mr. Crain? I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were coming.
Polly, my aunt, is ill. I’ve been taking care of her and the house. I’m Samantha Bouvier Come in, please.”
opened the screen door and stepped aside. Kevin went inside the house for the first time since those confusing days just after
his great-grandfather’s death. It looked and smelled the same. Almost. There was a trace of scent in the air…
Kevin’s eyes cut to Samantha and then away.
“What’s wrong with Polly?” Kevin asked, going into
the kitchen. It was just as spotless as he remembered. He turned around and looked at Samantha.
“She took a bad
fall during the winter and broke her left hip. She lay on the cold ground for hours before someone came by. Wound up with
pneumonia. She won’t stay in the hospital. She’s decided she’s on her death bed.”
to smile slightly at that. Polly had been a bit of a hypochondriac, if Kevin remembered correctly. “Is it actually serious?”
know she tends toward hypochondria?”
“She is in poor condition, but with bed rest,
good food, and her medications, the doctor said she’d be fine in a few weeks. That’s why I’m here. She has
no where else to go, or anyone to care for her. We can’t afford a boarding home. So… With you not here, if I kept
up with the work, I thought…”
“Slow down,” Kevin said. Samantha’s words had begun to
run together. “It’s okay. I’m not going to evict her… or you… because she can’t work at
the moment. Is it all right if I go up and say hello?”
Samantha nodded. “Let me warn her first.”
the two started up the main stairs, Samantha first, Kevin hurriedly took an extra quick step up to raise his eyes a bit higher
than the level of the nicely filled jeans Samantha was wearing.
A few minutes later Kevin greeted Polly. She was propped
up in her bed, covers up to her neck. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kevin! I just get so sick sometimes…” There
were tears in her eyes.
“Now, Polly, you just calm down,” Kevin said gently. “Everything is fine.
You made a good choice to bring someone in to help you. It’s not a problem. I want you to get your rest and get well.
No matter how long it takes.”
“Yes, Mr. Kevin,” Polly replied, her stiff posture softening slightly
at Kevin’s words. “Samantha will take good care of you. She’s a good girl and knows how to work, just like
“So I’ve seen already,” said Kevin. “Everything looks just fine. Now, I’m
going to leave you to get your rest.”
When Kevin and Samantha left Polly’s room, Samantha said, “Thank
you Mr. Crain for being so understanding.”
“Please, it’s Kevin. I can’t get Polly to break
the ‘Mr. Kevin’, but there is no need for you to be so formal. You’re more Polly’s guest than employee.
But, speaking of that, I’ll put you on the payroll for the work you’re doing and have done, back to the time that
you came to help Polly.”
“Mr… Uh… Kevin! That’s not necessary. You’re still paying
Aunt Polly. I’ve been eating your food for some time. Payment isn’t necessary.”
you get paid. Or I hire someone to fill in until Polly is well enough to work again. And no arguments about her staying here
and staying on the payroll, either. She’s been a loyal employee of the family for years. She deserves the best I can
provide for her.”
Samantha obviously didn’t like it, but she held her tongue and simply nodded. Aunt Polly
had said all the members of the family were headstrong.
“I’m going to take a stroll around the property,”
Kevin told Samantha when they were back in the kitchen.
“I’m about to prepare lunch, Mr… Er…
Kevin. What would you like?”
“Just whatever you were going to make for you and Polly will be fine.”
Kevin went out the back door and stood on the back porch for a moment, just looking over the back yard. Everything looked
just the same. It even had the same feel.
Kevin walked out to the outdoor garden and checked a few of the plants. Polly
was a great gardener, and apparently her niece was, as well. Going out further, Kevin checked the orchard. The fruit trees
were looking just as good as the garden. So did the nut trees and bushes. His great-grandfather had hired an arborist to care
for the orchard, and the firm was still doing a good job.
The nearby chicken coop and rabbit hutches were empty, but
in excellent shape. The small group of beehives were active, however, with bees coming and going regularly.
an eye out for the copperheads that they’d not been able to eliminate in the blackberry brambles, Kevin walked around
the perimeter of the back yard. It was delineated by the brambles all the way around the yard, garden, orchard, and blueberry
and strawberry patches. He walked between the rows of grape vines on their supporting structures. The vines were in good shape,
too. So were the kiwis, grown on similar support structures next to the small vineyard.
Going to the opening in the
blackberry brambles at the furthest point of the back yard, Kevin walked into the twenty acres of coppicing woodlot that supplied
the homestead with firewood on a continuing basis. Each section of the woodlot, from the area cut the previous summer to the
one ready for harvesting this summer were all showing the same signs of care the arborist showed the fruit and nut trees.
going back into the back yard, Kevin checked the Homestead’s work barn. The Unimog U500 looked ready to tackle anything.
So did the Bobcat 5600T Toolcat utility vehicle, with its large selection of attachments lined up neatly beside those for
the Unimog. The three-wheel hydraulic cherry picker unit used in the orchard was off to one side, parked next to the ROKON
two-wheel-drive motorbike and the trailer used with it.
Leaving the barn, Kevin went to the large greenhouse where
salad vegetables were grown year round, along with exotics that wouldn’t grow outside even in the summer. Only about
half of the space was in use at the moment. Half of what was in use was salad makings, with the other half growing miniature
citrus fruits; oranges, lemons, and limes; plus bananas, all in containers.
The woodsheds were filled to capacity with
split firewood, most of it already well aged. The garden shed was in pristine shape. Moving to the front yard, along one side,
Kevin inspected the wild roses. Grown as much for their rosehips as for decoration, the thorny plants, like the blackberries,
were a perimeter barrier.
Though most of the nut trees were in the orchard, the four huge old Black Walnut trees and
the other six at various heights, Kevin had noticed driving up. They too were in good shape. So was the Kentucky bluegrass
of the front yard. It was one of the few grasses tolerant of the Black Walnut’s allelopathic effects that prevented
many other types of plants from growing near the trees.
Already feeling at home, Kevin went back inside the house,
and into the kitchen. Samantha, wearing a simple apron over her blouse and jeans, was just preparing a tray to take up to
Polly. “I’ll get yours ready as soon as I get back down,” Samantha told Kevin.”
okay. I can serve myself.”
Samantha frowned, but nodded and headed out of the kitchen. Kevin hadn’t noticed
the frown. He prepared himself a sandwich from the bowl of chicken salad on the counter, and dipped up a bowl of chicken noodle
soup. It didn’t look like canned soup. Nor taste like it when he tried it at the kitchen table.
down a few minutes later and began to fuss around in the kitchen. “Aren’t you going to eat something?” Kevin
“When you’re finished,” she replied.
“Don’t be silly. Grab a sandwich
and bowl of soup and sit down and enjoy them. This is very good, by the way.”
“Just soup and sandwich,”
Samantha said, hesitating where she was. But after that moment of hesitation, she prepared her own lunch and sat down across
the table from Kevin.
“The place looks great,” Kevin said between bites. “You’ve been doing
a great job in the garden and greenhouse.”
“It comes naturally,” Samantha said. “My mother
and Aunt Polly grew up on a farm. Mother passed the skill on to me, and Aunt Polly gives me advice.”
Kevin asked. “From the looks of things, the others have been doing their jobs just as well as they did before Great
“Aunt Polly made sure of it, with the help of Mr. McQuier. He made sure there was always
money in the Homestead account, and Aunt Polly paid the bills every month. I’ve been doing the same. How is Mr. McQuier?”
well, I’m afraid,” Kevin replied, his face showing his concern. “He’s very frail now. About all he
does now is work on his stamp collection, eat, sleep, and watch the financial and political news. I wish he’d stop watching
the news. It upsets him as often as not.”
“It upsets me, too. I think it does many people.”
suppose so. I’m not too political. And with the way Great-Gramps set things up, I’m not too worried about financial
“I suppose not,” Samantha replied.
Kevin sensed a bit of disapproval in Samantha.
“Going to have to be now, though,” he continued. “Uncle Mac doesn’t need the hassle of even this one
account to deal with.” Kevin was pleased to see that the disapproval in Samantha disappeared.
good,” she said. “A person should be in charge of their own fates and finances.”
argue that. Well. This was very good, Samantha. I’ll leave you to clean up. I want to unpack the Jeep and trailer and
get settled in.”
“I’ll freshen the master bedroom suite for you,” Samantha said, getting up
without finishing her lunch.
“That’s okay. It’ll wait a bit. Finish your lunch. I’ll just get
things moved to the porch.”
Samantha sat back down. There had been a note of command in Kevin’s voice.
He meant what he said.
Kevin was whistling when Samantha came out twenty minutes later. He was just setting down a
large tote on the porch. “I’ll start taking things up to your room,” Samantha said, squatting down to pick
up the tote.
She grunted and Kevin said, “I’ll get the totes. They’re pretty heavy.”
Samantha agreed. Her opinion of Kevin jumped slightly. Despite his light, rangy looking frame, he was strong. He was handling
the totes easily. She was pretty strong herself, but gladly let Kevin handle them while she carried the lighter items.
twenty minutes and everything was moved upstairs to the master suite, or in the case of most of the totes, the basement. “I
can put things away for you,” Samantha offered, setting down the last suitcase.
She got the answer she expected.
“That’s okay. I can manage.” Kevin was already in the process of opening up a garment bag. Samantha left
silently. Kevin turned to catch a last glimpse of her as she went out the door.
Kevin, the unpacking in the bedroom
done, looked out the window, toward the lake. He could see a lone sail in the part of the lake visible from the bedroom. Memories
of easy days with his great-grandfather out on the lake in the run about came back to him and he smiled slightly.
Kevin called when he reached the bottom of the stairs.
She stepped out of the kitchen and looked at him. “I’m
going to check out the boat house. See if the runabout is still there.”
Samantha simply nodded. She didn’t
know there was a boathouse with the Homestead. Polly had never mentioned it.
Kevin strolled down the path to the boathouse.
It was somewhat grown over, mostly with tall grass, but there were a few saplings getting their start, too. “Need to
get this cleared,” mumbled Kevin. Then he resumed whistling softly as he walked. A few minutes later and he was at the
The boathouse looked much the worse for wear. Some storm in the past few years had stripped most of the
roofing off, and peeled some of the same corrugated metal off. the sides. It took a couple of heavy heaves to get the shore
side door open and Kevin walked inside very gently. The deck boards were not in very good shape, either.
The wide garage
door at the far end of the building was half off its tracks, twisted beyond repair. And there, under the water, Kevin saw
the small runabout. It would be a total loss when it was raised. Kevin looked up. Years of rain coming through the holes in
the roof had undoubtedly sunk the boat.
“Have to do something about this,” Kevin said softly. “Can’t
live on a lake and not have a boat.”
Just as gingerly as he’d entered the boathouse, he left, not bothering
to try and shut the door he’d had to force open. Kevin was thinking when he entered the house and didn’t notice
Samantha watching him. He went into the study and disappeared from her view, so she turned back to the kitchen once again,
wondering about what the future would bring with a master of the house once again in residence.
She’d been spending
summers here with Polly before she came to stay and help her aunt. This place was more home now than not. She’d even
given up the apartment she’d had during college when she came to stay with Polly during her injury and illness.
had her degree, but in this economy, who was going to hire someone with a Bachelors degree in History, and no real work experience,
other than taking care of a house for someone. Her several scholarships had paid her way through college, so she hadn’t
had to work to make it. She’d spent her time studying.
She sighed and wondered if it would even matter, the way
things were going in the modern world. Samantha longed for the times she’d learned about from grade school on through
college. She’d never heard the phrase, ‘Be careful what you wish for.’
Kevin first spend a few
minutes with his memories of the study, where he’d learned so much during summers here as a youngster. He sighed at
the memory of his great-grandfather’s death. But Kevin shook his head, getting rid of the bad memories, and set about
looking for boat dealers in the area, using the phone directory.
He made a few telephone calls and made an appointment
to look at a new boat the next day. Cheerfully, whistling again, Kevin left the study and went into the kitchen. “What’s
for supper?” he asked.
Samantha was in the same apron, working at the sink. “Pot roast. Polly said that
was your favorite.”
“Polly is right. What do you want me to do to help?”
Samantha said before thinking. She was used to working alone in the kitchen. She didn’t like people looking over her
Kevin chuckled and said, “One of those, huh?”
Samantha knew the back of her neck was as
red as her face probably was. She couldn’t think of anything to say after her comment.
Still chuckling, Kevin
went out the back door onto the porch, and then to the detached garage. Having seen the condition of the runabout, he’d
decided he’d better check the Homestead’s vehicle collection.
He was surprised, but pleased, to find his
great-grandfather’s small collection of vehicles not only intact and in good condition, but up on blocks, the batteries
removed. The old, but still pristine, 1946 Dodge four-wheel-drive Power Wagon that had been the senior Kevin’s personal
vehicle since right after World War II, and the Homestead’s work truck since the Homestead’s initial days. It
was now regulated to collector status, one of the first, equally rugged, U500 Unimogs imported taking the Power Wagon’s
place for use around the Homestead.
Great-grandmother Elizabeth’s pride and joy, too, was on blocks, needing
only the battery installed and the fuel tank filled to be ready to carry four people in luxury. The 1976 Cadillac Fleetwood
Talisman, like the Power Wagon, had been kept up religiously over the years of use. It looked like it had just come off the
Great-grandfather’s Suzuki GS 850 GL shaft drive motorcycle was up on a stand, too. It had been
ridden only a few times by his Great-grandfather, at Great-grandmother’s insistence. Never one to get rid of quality
goods that still had life in them, Great-grandfather Kevin had parked the bike, rather than sell it.
The heavily customized
Suburban that Great-grandfather Kevin had commissioned not long before his death was on blocks, and had the batteries on trickle
chargers like the other vehicles.
Checking the work bay of the garage, Kevin noted the spotless toolboxes and cabinets,
the four heavy-duty mobile lift posts for lifting a vehicle so it could be worked on underneath while standing, and all the
other equipment Great-grandfather Kevin had insisted on having in the garage workshop.
A quick tour of the other, general
workshop, proved to be in as good of a condition as the automotive shop. The equipment in the ammunition reloading room was
all covered for protection, the cabinets for powder and primers locked up for safety. The magazine just outside the reloading
room held more powder, including several cans of black powder and black powder substitutes.
Stepping outside to the
shooting bench, which was under the cover of a low roof, Kevin saw that the firing range lanes were overgrown, like the path
to the lake. He’d take care of that in the next few days.
Kevin went into the kitchen after his tour, going through the house’s attached four car garage. The Homestead’s
primary vehicle, a GMC Sonoma Highrider compact four-wheel-drive, three door pick up, was there and showed signs of recent
use. “Why not?” Kevin asked himself, shrugging. “It is the Homestead’s main vehicle.”
was a lime green Volkswagen New Beetle several years old, and a Jeep very similar to Kevin’s. “Dollars to donuts
the Beetle is Polly’s and the Jeep Samantha’s,” thought Kevin.
Samantha was setting the dining room
table when Kevin went back inside. He started to protest. To tell Samantha he had just as soon eat in the kitchen as the dining
room, but she pretty much had everything arranged, so Kevin kept silent. He noted the fact that only one place was set.
go wash up,” Kevin said when Samantha turned around.
“About twenty minutes,” she said, and headed
back to the kitchen.
After using the bathroom, Kevin went into the family room and turned on the TV. It took him a
few minutes to figure out the old C-band satellite system, and he decided than and there to get a new small dish system. He
was watching the news when Samantha told him that his dinner was ready.
“You know,” he said, taking his
seat, “I’m perfectly happy eating in the kitchen. Seems silly to use the dining room for just me.”
remember,” Samantha said. “I’ll check in a little while to see when you are ready for dessert.”
decided just to nod. He could clear the table and come get the dessert. But Samantha wanted to do it her way. “Why not?”
Kevin thought again. He slowed his usual eating pace down, enjoying the excellent meal. As a bachelor, he’d picked up
the habit of eating his meals quickly. But the home cooked food was too good to just bolt down as a necessary part of staying
alive. He was about finished with the main meal and wondering about what might be for dessert when Samantha entered the dining
Pushing the plate back a bit to signify he was finished, Kevin just sat there. Samantha cleared the place setting
without a word, either, and went into the kitchen. When she returned she was carrying a large slice of pie ala’ mode.
Apple he saw when she moved the plate from the tray to the table. She set the pot of tea, and a cup and saucer on the table
“Let me know when you are finished,” Samantha said.
“Polly must have filled you in.
All my favorite dishes right off the bat. Thank you.”
A small smile appeared on Samantha’s face and she
nodded before returning to the kitchen. Kevin was more than satisfied a few minutes later when he had finished the pie, ice
cream, and tea. He carried the dishes into the kitchen.
“You should have let me…” Samantha said when
she saw Kevin with the dishes, but let the protest die away upon seeing the slight glint in Kevin’s eyes. Instead, she
finished with a quick, “Thank you,” bringing a smile to Kevin’s face. A rather nice smile, Samantha admitted
“It’s been a long few days,” Kevin said. “I’m going to go up, get a shower,
and go to bed. What time do things get going around here?”
“Whatever time you say… Kevin.”
just looked at her.
“Well… I’m usually up by five-thirty or so and have Polly’s breakfast up
to her at six-thirty. If that’s too early for you, it’s no problem at all to make…”
fine. I’m a fairly early riser. Definitely no need to make two breakfasts, even if I happen to sleep in late.”
si… Er… Okay Kevin.”
“Good night, then. I’ll see you around five-thirty tomorrow morning.”
night,” Samantha said.
Kevin was up at his normal time of five o’clock. He quietly dressed in running
shorts and shoes and left the house for a morning run. Down to the gate at the end of the driveway and back, twice. When he
returned to the house he entered quietly, but Samantha was up and saw him. She was startled, but covered it with a quick “Good
“Mornin’ I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. I’ll be down in a bit.”
will be ready,” replied Samantha.
“Take care of Polly first,” Kevin said.
Samantha just nodded.
Kevin took his time. When he entered the kitchen the table was set for two. He poured himself
a glass of juice from the pitcher on the table and sat down. Kevin shook his head. There was bacon and eggs, obviously homemade
biscuits, three different jellies, plus honey.
When Samantha entered the kitchen a few minutes later she took her seat
opposite Kevin and began to serve herself.
“This is a great breakfast,” Kevin said after wiping his mouth
with the cloth napkin and leaning back in his chair. “I don’t expect a feed like this every day. I’m okay
with cereal and juice most of the time.”
Samantha nodded. “I’ll remember. You have a favorite? I’m
going in for the weekly grocery run today. I’ll pick some up.”
“A good granola with pecans and dates,”
replied Kevin. He stood up and started to clear his dishes, but the look on Samantha’s face stopped him. “I’m
going to fire up the Toolcat and play with it a bit. It’s new since I was here last. Figure out how to hook up and use
the mower I saw in the barn.”
“It’s easy,” Samantha said. “It’s a good machine.
But I just mowed the other day.”
“I’m going to mow the path to the lake, and the firing range.”
range?” Samantha asked.
“That open lane at extends from the detached garage into the forest.”
I wondered what that that path was for. It just dead ends at… That tall berm would be the backstop, I take it.”
You shoot?” Kevin asked.
“Some. I’m not too experienced. Or very good.”
to help you practice. I need some myself. It’s been a while since I did anything but dry-fire my carry pistol.”
“Using dummy ammunition to practice with. It has a rubber-like or spring loaded primer so you don’t
damage the firing pin.”
Samantha nodded. “You said your carry pistol?”
“You should probably
know. I carry whenever where I’m going isn’t restricted.” Kevin pulled up his left pants leg to show Samantha
the Glock 30 in a DeSantis Apache ankle holster. He lifted his right pants leg to show the double magazine carrier on that
“I see,” Samantha said after a moment.
Her voice was rather neutral and Kevin wasn’t
sure if she approved or disapproved. It didn’t matter. He would carry whether she liked it or not. That’s just
the way it would be.
“Let me know when you’re ready to leave,” Kevin said, so I can come in and be
available if Polly needs anything.”
A bit disappointed, Kevin left the kitchen and
went into the study. It took only a couple of minutes to find the manual for the Toolcat. He read it through, as well as the
manual for the mower attachment. Satisfied he could safely operate the equipment, Kevin headed for the barn in the back yard.
few minutes and Kevin had the mower attached to the Toolcat and drove out of the barn, headed for the path to the lake. It
took three passes to mow the full width of the path. Samantha was waiting for him when he came out of the woods on the last
“I’m ready to go. You really don’t need to stay in the house. Polly has an FRS radio she uses
to call me if I’m outside.” She handed one of the small radios to Kevin. “It’s all charged up and
ready to go.”
“Oh. That’s great!” Kevin looked up from the radio to Samantha. “You plan
Samantha just shrugged. “It is the way I was raised.” She turned and went to the Sonoma, already
out of the garage.
Kevin watched her walk away and get into the truck. “Sure is easy to look at,” he thought
to himself. Then, putting Samantha firmly out of his mind, he began to whistle as he drove the Toolcat toward the firing range.
Two passes on the three-hundred-meter range had it ready to use.
After removing the mower and parking the Toolcat,
Kevin spent an hour with the U500, reading its manual and the attachment manuals, and then taking it out for a spin to get
the feel for how it handled.
Next, Kevin went to the detached garage and worked on getting the Suzuki GS 850 GL ready
to ride. He was just coming out of the garage, beginning to worry about Samantha’s long absence, when she drove up.
walked over and took two of the canvas shopping bags that Samantha reluctantly handed him after she opened the third door
of the truck. “I can get these, if you have something you’re doing.”
“Naw. Just finished up
getting the bike ready for a ride.”
Silently the two went inside, making a second trip each for the rest of the
groceries. “You get this much every week?” Kevin asked.
“No. I thought I should stock up on a few
more things, now that you’re here. Aunt Polly likes to keep a good pantry, anyway. Something that your Great-grandfather
“It’s a good practice,” Kevin replied, setting the last two bags on the kitchen
He started to take things out, but again Samantha had that look on her face and he desisted, allowing her to
continue putting things away on her own. “Okay. I’m going to go try out the bike. I’ll be back within an
hour, I’m sure.”
“I’ll have lunch ready.”
Kevin nodded and left.
two hours later, feeling exhilarated from the ride on the powerful bike, Kevin went into the house whistling.
said an hour,” Samantha said, coming from the kitchen. “I was worried to death with you on that bike when you
Kevin realized she was about to cry, even as obviously angry as she was.
sorry… I didn’t…”
“My brother left on a motorcycle and didn’t come back when he
said he would. He was killed in an accident on his bike. I hate the things.”
“I’m sorry,” Kevin
repeated. “I’ll make sure I’m on time, the next time.”
Samantha hurriedly turned around and
went back into the kitchen, but Kevin saw the motion. She was wiping tears from her eyes.
Kevin thought. “That’s interesting.” He was quiet when he followed her inside. Neither said anything for
several minutes as they ate the lunch Samantha had prepared while Kevin was gone on the bike.
Finally, as Samantha
cleared the table while Kevin finished his glass of iced tea, he asked, “What’s on the agenda for this afternoon?
Anything I need to help with?”
“Got it covered,” Samantha replied, putting dishes in the dishwasher.
that case, I’m running in to talk to a couple of boat dealers. See what I can find to replace the runabout. Oh. Who
would you recommend to take down the old boat house and get rid of it, then build a new one?”
Brothers are pretty good. That’s who Polly has come out to do the odd jobs we can’t do ourselves or when a couple
of the guys from the farm aren’t available.”
“Okay. Would you call and make arrangements for them
to come out and see about the boathouse? I won’t know what to put back in until I decide on the boat I’m going
“I’ll take care of it as soon as I finish here.”
“I should be home before
supper time. If I’m not going to be able to make it, I’ll call,” Kevin said then.
taking the Suzuki again?” Samantha asked. There was the tiniest quiver in her voice.
“No. The Jeep. Might
want to pick up some other stuff. And remember, meals don’t have to be quite as lavish, unless there is a special occasion.”
you wish, Kevin.”
“At least the ‘Kevin’ came a little easier to her,” Kevin thought as
he headed outside.
He wound up going to three lake side boat dealers before he found what he wanted. It wasn’t
what he went looking for, but it caught his eye in the third dealership and asked, “What is that?”
That’s a custom Munson Landing Craft. The Lake Commission ordered it, but decided it was too much money and are sending
it back. I just haven’t made the arrangements with Munson yet. The rumor is, the Chairman of the Commission did the
ordering himself and added a bunch of amenities that weren’t needed for the work they planned to do with it. The Chairman
apparently had plans to use it as his personal craft.”
“How much?” Kevin asked, walking over to where
the boat sat on a transport trailer.
“You said you wanted a small to medium size fishing boat,” said Mike
Hampton, the owner of the boat yard. “That thing is a work boat.”
“Yeah, but look at the size of
those water jets. That thing is packing some horsepower to drive them.”
“I… Uh… Don’t
know the specs,” Mike said. “It was a direct deal between the Lake Commission and Munson. I’m just handling
“Who would I contact to find out about it?”
“I guess Munson. The Commission
has officially refused delivery. I can give you Munson’s telephone number. It’s in the office.”
you’ll go get it, I want to look her over.” Kevin was already clambering aboard the boat. It didn’t take
long for Kevin to lose the tiny doubt he had about the boat. A few minutes aboard and he knew he wanted her, as long as the
price wasn’t outrageous.
Seeing Mike heading back, Kevin left the boat and met him on the ground.
me a minute, will you?” Kevin asked, after taking the slip of paper with the phone number. He pulled out his cell phone
and dialed it. After a few minutes of conversation with the Munson rep, and another few with the local bank the Homestead
used, then a few more with Munson, Kevin handed the cell phone to Mike.
All Kevin heard was three ‘yeses’
and “I’ll take care of it.”
“I guess you own yourself a boat!” Mike said, handing Kevin
the cell phone.
“Yep. If you’ll service her and get her ready to go, I’ll go get it registered.”
The papers are in the office.”
An hour and a half later, Kevin was driving the Jeep onto the downed ramp of the
Landing Craft. He lifted the ramp up, went to the cabin of the boat and, after Mike freed the boat from the shore, backed
the boat up and turned it.
He waited until he was on the open lake before he opened her up, looking at the speedometer
occasionally. When he hat it topped out, he was doing forty-two miles an hour and was quickly approaching the landing beside
the decrepit boathouse.
Easing back the throttles, Kevin ran the bow of the boat onto the old boat ramp on shore, shut
down the engines and took a painter line and tied the boat to a tree. He lowered the loading ramp and drove the Jeep up to
the house along the path.
Samantha was hanging out laundry in back yard and saw him coming. Her mouth dropped open,
dropping the clothespins she’d been holding there. She just stared as Kevin drove up to the house garage and parked.
was grinning when he walked around to join Samantha.
“I bought a boat,” he said.
thought for a moment that the Jeep was amphibious or something. But what kind of lake boat can haul a Jeep?”
on down and I’ll show you. You have the walky-talky?”
Samantha dropped the towel she was about to hang
back into the basket, and pulled the radio from the pocket of her apron. “Aunt Polly?”
There was an immediate
response. “Yes, Samantha?”
“I’m going down to the lake with Kevin to look at his new boat.”
to Samantha’s surprise, Polly’s only comment was ‘Okay’.
Samantha had to grin at Kevin’s
attempt to not run all the way back to the lake. She quickened her stride and kept up with him. “Holy cow!” she
said when the boat came into view. “That’s as big as one of the luxury houseboats on the lake. And looks like
half of one.”
Samantha was referring to the enclosed rear section of the boat. “And,” she added,
“You could get both our Jeeps in the front of it.”
“Or the Unimog. Loaded.” Kevin was standing
on the beach, hands on his hips, admiring the forest green boat. Then he began rattling off some of the specifications.
feet long, sixteen feet wide, twin Cat 660hp engines with Hamilton 364 water jets. Had her up to over forty miles an hour,
even with the Jeep. That’s tops. But it can turn on almost a dime. Stop on one, too. Just about all the options. Heater,
air conditioning, head, small galley, work boom, side door deck access, whole bunch of other stuff I haven’t tried out
“And this is going to be your fishing boat?” Samantha asked. “I was expecting something
like the Suzuki, only for water.”
“Might pick up a couple of PWCs, if you think you might want to ride
“No thanks. My preference is to be inside something on the water, not dragging my feet in behind
Kevin chuckled. “I’ll probably get something… sportier… too. Though this thing is fast.
I was thinking of it more for transport between the farm and here. Five mile trip on the water versus the twenty-five mile
“Wow,” Samantha replied, looking at Kevin’s face. “That’s actually
a good idea. You can actually leave it here and go get them and bring them back more quickly and easier than they can travel
by road. Especially in the winter.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Kevin said. “Guess we’d better
get back to the house.”
“I guess so,” Samantha said, feeling a bit of disappointment when Kevin didn’t
ask her if she wanted to take a ride in the boat. The two walked side by side, Kevin cutting off to go unload the things he
had in the Jeep, and Samantha back to the clothesline to finish hanging the wash.
When Kevin came down from his bedroom
after stowing the gear, he found Samantha in his Great-grandmother’s hobby room. She was at a sewing machine. Not his
Great-grandmothers electric sewing machine, but a very modern looking treadle machine, in an old fashioned stand.
wrong with Nanna’s sewing machine?” Kevin asked from the door.
Samantha looked up and just barely turned
red. “No. I guess not. I just like using my Janome 712T treadle machine. Doesn’t have as many stitches as some
of the electronic machines, but it does all the basic stuff. And that’s all I do, anyway.”
I’m impressed. Hanging clothes out, sewing on a treadle machine. You take your history seriously, don’t you?”
was an insight that Samantha hadn’t expected from Kevin. It was just one more thing that was different than she expected
from the Lord of the Manor. Someone with the kind of inheritance he had… well… he just wasn’t what she expected.
I do actually. I do quite a few things in old fashioned ways. Much of it involves modern equivalents, like my Janome over
an original single stitch Singer treadle machine.
Kevin was leaning against the door jamb, his arms crossed. “You
make most of your own clothes, don’t you?”
Samantha smiled. “Yes. I do. I’ve made several things
for Polly since I’ve been here, too.”
“Cool.” With that, Kevin turned around and headed for
the study. He was ready to start swearing when he tried for two hours to get online and do some research. Between the old
computer and the state of the telephone line, it just wasn’t happening.
He went to the kitchen in time for supper.
“How do you cope with that antiquated computer and no internet?” Kevin groused.
“I use one of the
terminals in the library in town when I really need to do something,” replied Samantha.
“Well, as of tomorrow,
I plan to have high speed internet, and quality TV.”
Her back to him, Samantha smiled. She wasn’t about
to admit it, but she longed for easy internet access and satellite TV. The old C-band system worked, but there weren’t
as many broadcast stations still using it, and it was one show only at a time. Her subtle hints to Polly to get a satellite
system had fallen on deaf ears. Polly was a reader. Which worked fairly well, since Samantha went in twice a month to the
library to get new books for Polly. That gave her a chance at using the internet.
It seemed that now, with Kevin here,
that situation would change. Oh, she’d still get Polly’s books, but if Kevin allowed it, and she was sure he would,
her laptop would once again be browsing cyberspace.
Between her good cheer about the soon to change internet and TV
issue, and Kevin’s about the boat, it was a light, pleasant meal, with the conversation on those three subjects.
TV and internet access were not the only projects Kevin took upon himself to do over the next few weeks. Several of them were
prompted by the news he was seeing on the TV and internet.
Having grown up under his Great-grandfather’s influence,
Kevin was all ready predisposed to preparing for the worst that Mother Nature or other human beings could throw at him. So,
while the Homestead had a small solar PV system and battery bank with inverter and a portable generator, Kevin decided to
increase the off-grid capability of the place, in addition to the satellite TV and Internet service.
With said Internet
service now, Kevin was on-line most of two days looking for suitable suppliers for what he wanted, after doing the research,
Less than two months after his arrival, the Homestead was capable of going for months without outside
power sources. A large PV array; new, higher capacity batteries; 240 volt inverter; and a pair of 21kw diesel fueled generators
Though he wanted a ten-thousand gallon diesel fuel tank, it was impractical to bring one in without
cutting down trees to widen the driveway. Kevin didn’t want to do that. Instead, he put in a two-thousand gallon diesel
fuel tank, relying on the Farm’s bio-diesel production to keep the tank filled after the first filling with commercial
While there were only a few portable devices at the Homestead that used propane, Kevin had a one-thousand gallon
propane tank installed. It had a wet leg so Kevin could fill the smaller tanks.
The Parker Brothers came out and tore
down the old boathouse, raising and taking away the sunken runabout. The basic plan they had developed based on Samantha’s
first contact with them was scrapped when Kevin began to describe what he wanted in the way of a new boathouse.
turned into a seventy by seventy-foot square floating structure, with two twenty-four foot garage doors giving access from
the water. One bay was taken up by the Munson, with the other bay capable of taking up to four smaller boats. Aware of how
many lakes were losing water, or even going dry, the boathouse was anchored well away from the bank, with a long floating
walkway going out to it.
The graveled access ramp next to the boathouse was improved, getting a poured, rough texture
concrete slab going well out into the lake, and well up the shore, to provide good access to load and unload vehicles from
the Munson. Another two-thousand gallon diesel fuel tank was installed, well above the storm wave line of the lake and a fueling
dispenser was plumbed and wired out on another long floating walkway not too far from the boathouse, but far enough to minimize
any chance of fire spreading from one to the other.
After those projects were done, Kevin made his first visit to the
Farm. Great-grandfather Kevin’s initial truck farm had prospered under the leadership of the Manager he’d hired,
and the other hands, all of which agreed with the methodology of growing organic foods and impacting the environment as little
as possible. As new technology and ways of doing things came along, the Farm incorporated them, with the approval of Trevor
Wanting to see the approaches to the Farm, Kevin took the Jeep. He noted the security
features the Farm had on the approach. There was a heavy gate at the entrance to the long driveway into the property. Kevin
suspected that some of the rather tall humps of ground here and there weren’t natural. They would be excellent firing
emplacements in case of trouble.
Kevin suddenly wondered why he was thinking about such things. The news lately was
Kevin was impressed with the operation. It was a nearly self-sufficient operation, providing organically
grown products to the local communities. As he’d done recently for the Homestead, the Farm was completely off-grid,
with high capacity solar panels and batteries for the main buildings, and a four generator set up to power the rest of the
All the generators were three-phase. One of them would provide 100% of the normal power usage, with a second
kicking in when additional power was needed. The third generator cycled in when one of the other two was down for service.
The fourth unit was a spare, to be put into the rotation when it was time to tear down and rebuild one of the others.
Farm provided year-round production of some items from the six commercial greenhouses, in addition to the regular fields,
orchards, vineyard, and berry patches. There was controlled temperature and humidity storage for all the products, where they
were kept until sold.
The Farm produced all the diesel fuel it needed, the process running at only 65% of capacity.
The few vehicles and items of equipment that ran on gasoline were capable of running on E85 blend of 85% alcohol to 15% gasoline.
The Farm produced the alcohol, buying only the minimal amount of gasoline needed to get by.
The Farm raised beef cattle,
hogs, chickens, and had a small dairy operation to produce milk. The milk processing building could turn the milk into cheese,
cottage cheese, skim milk, cream, and butter, though, at the moment, all the milk that wasn’t consumed at the Farm or
Homestead went to market, as did most of the eggs produced by the laying chickens.
The Farm produced all the feed for
the animals, with enough storage for a five-year dry spell. Much of the stock, including the chickens, was allowed to free
range on the well fenced property.
Great-grandfather Kevin had also insisted on having provisions to process the beef,
hogs, and chickens. A full fledged meat processing and storage building, like the milk processing building, was shut down
and mothballed, ready for use at any time.
Though not a large part of the operation, the Farm bred and raised both
riding and draft horses for sale in the area. The Farm also owned all the honeybee colonies on the property. Having never
used chemicals on the bees, and the bees mostly gathering pollen from chemical free plants, the hives had not been subject
to CCD, colony collapse disorder, and were thriving.
Having picked up additional property, again, with Trevor’s
agreement, the Farm was also doing commercial crops. There was storage available for two years worth of crops, so the Farm
could sell only when the prices were at their highest, in their seasonal swings.
Kevin, while he was at the Farm, arranged
for a better ramp to be installed at the Farm’s lake access point. In the future, most of the contact between the Homestead
and the Farm would be by boat.
The purchase of a second Munson was discussed. Not only was it a shorter route between
the Homestead and the Farm by water, it would also be a much shorter route between the Farm and town, than going by the roads.
called Munson while he was at the Farm and made arrangements to get another fifty-two footer, this one with a small cabin
for maximum deck space. It would easily carry two of the six U500 Unimogs the Farm used, fully loaded with products to be
delivered to the area stores.
The Parker Brothers duplicated Kevin’s boathouse at the Farm, along with an approach
ramp. Munson was as good as their word, and expedited the construction of the Landing Craft. It was delivered right on the
time agreed upon.
That was early fall. About the time Polly was finally up and around to a limited extent. Just in
time to supervise the canning of the early crops. Against both Samantha’s and Polly’s wishes, Kevin helped. That
is, he did until he got a call from a St. Louis hospital. Trevor was ill.
Kevin quickly packed a bag and left in his
Jeep. The nurse had said to hurry. It was well he did. Trevor was on his deathbed. But Kevin made it in time to have a long
talk with his former guardian and mentor, and say good-bye.
He learned something he hadn’t known about his Great-grandfather.
He’d been too young to understand fully his Great-grandfather’s actions when it came to preparing for various
calamities. Trevor told him about his great-grandfathers philosophy. “Beef, Beans, Bullets, Bullion, Bunker. Not necessarily
in that order.”
“And let me tell you, Kevin. I didn’t really believe in the idea the way he did.
I’ve come to see the light recently. My hobby of stamp collecting seems very futile now.”
love collecting stamps, Uncle Trevor!” Kevin replied.
“I did… I do… But I know now they won’t
keep you fed if something happens. The collection will be yours, along with the rest of my modest estate. I suggest you do
what the senior Kevin did. Buy Beef, Beans, Bullets, Bullion, and a Bunker.”
Trevor was tired and it showed.
Kevin remained silent for a long time, thinking that Trevor had fallen asleep. Thinking of his Great-Gramps, Kevin took out
his keys, shining up the five keys that he’d kept for so long without any idea what they were for. “I wonder if
these have anything to do with his Beef, Beans, Bullion, Bullets, and a Bunker philosophy?”
realize he’d spoken aloud until Trevor spoke. “I suspect so, Kevin. He kept those keys with him all the time.
One time he told me they were the keys to a better way of life. I always thought he meant after some type of Armageddon.”
told me that when he gave me the keys,” Kevin said. “He said they were the Keys To The Kingdom. I’ve never
understood what he meant.”
The way things are going, Kevin, I’d look for the locks that those keys fit.
They very well could be the difference between life and death in the not so distant future.”
Trevor…” Kevin’s voice trailed away as one of the monitors connected to Trevor went flat line and an alarm
sounded. A nurse hustled him out of the way as a crash cart team began to work on Trevor.
When a nurse came out of
the room a few minutes later, she found Kevin leaning against the wall in the hallway. “I’m sorry,” she
said. “We couldn’t do anything else for him.”
Kevin nodded. “He knew he was near death. He
was ready to go. I’ll be back with the arrangements.”
Kevin went to Trevor’s brownstone where he’d
lived his teen years and entered Trevor’s study and office. It didn’t take long to find the papers he was looking
for. They were sitting on top of Trevor’s desk, just waiting for Kevin to read them.
Read them, Kevin did, and
began following his mentor’s instructions. A simple service and wake, cremation, and have his ashes thrown to the four
winds from some, any, high point in the area.
The estate wasn’t modest, Kevin decided, despite what Trevor had
said. Over the next few days, as Kevin liquidated Trevor’s holdings, he discovered just how well Trevor had done over
the years. Not only had he made a great deal of money, he’d kept most of it. Of course, most of that most was in the
extensive stamp collection. He had it appraised and gasped at the value it represented. It was of a quality to go to Christies
to be auctioned off.
Kevin was told, since he didn’t attend, that the bidding had been ferocious, the collection
bringing in almost double the appraised value. Finally, with only the brownstone left to sell, which the broker he had listed
it with said wouldn’t be long, Kevin headed back to what was now, more than ever, his home, the Homestead.
you all right, Kevin?” Samantha asked when he came into the house. “You don’t look too good.”
the stress. My Uncle… Guardian and I were pretty close. His death hit me harder than I expected. Plus I found out something
about Great-gramps I wasn’t fully aware of. Something to do with these keys.” Kevin jangled the keys in his hand.
Mr. Crain’s special keys?” Polly asked, having come into the kitchen right after Kevin.
they are.” Kevin handed the key ring to Polly and asked, “Do you recognize any of these?”
a long look at them. “Well… This one might be to the secret lockbox in the safe in his study.” She looked
down at the floor. “I’m not supposed to know about it, I guess, but I walked into the study once when he had the
safe open. There was a lockbox on the desk. I don’t know what’s in it.”
“It’s all right,
Polly,” Kevin said. “I think I’ll go check it out.”
Kevin could tell both women desperately
wanted to follow him to the study, but neither one did. It took only a minute to find the safe, hidden as it was in the classic
position behind a large painting.
Kevin wondered how he was going to get into it, without bringing out a locksmith
to pull the locking mechanism. Then he decided to try the obvious. His Great-grandmother’s birth date. It wasn’t
a very good combination to use, for security purposes. But it was the one the senior Kevin had used on the safe.
somewhat typically, there was a handgun sitting in the safe, on top of a stack of manila envelopes. Kevin whistled. Two spare
magazines for the 1911A1 Colt .45 ACP pistol were holding down a very large stack of currency. And there was the lock box
that Polly mentioned, sitting to one side of the large safe.
Kevin took every thing out of the safe and put it on the
desk, checking the pistol first for safety. It had a full magazine of seven rounds, but there was none in the chamber and
the hammer was down. Setting it aside, Kevin went through the papers first.
The normal stuff. Birth certificates. Death
certificates. Ownership records for the Homestead and the Farm. Family pictures. Kevin had to wipe his eyes several times
as he looked through the paperwork. Finally he set them aside and picked up the lock box and set it in front of him on the
It took only one try to find the right key. It was pretty obvious once Kevin saw the lock on the box. He opened
it, not knowing what to expect. There wasn’t much. Just a small leather bound book. Kevin assumed it was a journal or
diary, but when he opened it up, he found it to be more of a tally book than journal.
It seemed to be a list of supplies
of some type. Flipping through the book, he found pages with serial numbers of guns. A whole lot of guns. Kevin put the tally
book down on the desk and leaned back in his chair, thinking.
He knew his family were fond of the shooting sports before
their deaths. The reloading room attested to that. But the large gun case in there in the study held only a few guns. He had
doubts that his great-grandfather would have sold off any of the families’ guns after the accident. It just didn’t
sound like him. But where was the stuff? Kevin held up the keys and looked at them. Now he was really interested in finding
the locks they fit.
Leaving the tally book out, Kevin put everything else back into the safe, including the cash, after
he counted it. Another whistle. Ten thousand dollars in hundreds and twenties. Kevin closed and locked the safe, re-hanging
the picture to conceal it.
Both Polly and Samantha looked at him expectantly when he went into the kitchen. “Still
a mystery. The one key did open the lockbox, but there were only some personal things in it. No clue as to where the rest
of the locks are located.” That was all he was willing to say at the moment. It seemed to satisfy the two women.
wondered about the guns quite a bit the next few days, mainly due to the news. The world news wasn’t good. Russia was
rattling her sabers, talking about spheres of influence, and getting back hers. Putting nuclear capable bombers in Cuba. China
was staying quiet, but holding war games and testing new offensive weapons.
Kevin also happened to see a post on one
of the preparedness forums he’d started reading lately. There was to be a remake of “Red Dawn”, the movie
about a Soviet supported invasion of the US using mostly Cuban assets. The specter of nuclear war, or the unlikely, but possible
invasion of the continental US, weighed heavily on Kevin’s mind.
Samantha found him in the basement one morning,
just looking around. “What’s up, Kevin?” she asked, now quite comfortable with first names.
thinking about something… A fallout shelter, actually.”
“Besides the one already here?” Samantha
Kevin looked at her blankly. “Aunt Polly said there was a shelter down here,” she told him.
I guess the whole basement qualifies, from what I’ve learned on line. I was thinking more protection than what the basement
“Aunt Polly made it sound like something separate. I must admit, I was curious at first, but
we haven’t had any tornado alerts or anything and I forgot all about it. Let me get Aunt Polly.”
left the basement, but came back a few minutes later with Polly. Polly took the stairs carefully, still somewhat on the weak
“Samantha said you were asking about the tornado shelter, Mr. Kevin?” Polly asked.
I was thinking fallout shelter,” he replied, suddenly disappointed.
“I don’t like to refer to it
like that,” Polly said, her hand going to the cross that hung from a gold chain. “The Senior Mr. Crain called
it that, but I just don’t like what it means.”
“Is it just the entire basement?” Kevin asked.
“It would qualify, according to the research I’ve done.”
“Oh, no. The basement is just the
entrance to the real shelter,” Polly said, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “The door is hidden behind the
fireplace support pillars.” Polly walked over to where what looked like the solid concrete support of the fireplace
in the first floor living room.
You would never see the door unless you were looking for it behind that support. Polly
tried the door. It wouldn’t open. “I’ve never been inside,” Polly said. “I’m afraid of
getting trapped underground. I didn’t know the door was locked.
Polly and Samantha both looked at Kevin as he
pulled the key ring out. The second key he tried unlocked the door.
With no such fear as Polly admitted to, Kevin went
through the door, but only for a few steps. There was another door. But it wasn’t the simple steel-clad door that was
the initial entrance. This was a vault door, with a combination lock.
Samantha was right behind him when he tried his
Great-grandmother’s birthday as the combination. It didn’t work. He tried his Great-grandfather’s birthday.
The tumblers clicked and Kevin spun the wheel. He tried to pull the door open, but quickly realized it opened inward, instead.
vault door open, Kevin automatically felt for a light switch. There was one on the left side of the door. Kevin flipped it
and bright fluorescent tubes lighted after a barely noticeable moment. Samantha was right at Kevin’s back. She gasped
when the lights came on. “It’s as big as the basement!” she said.
Kevin looked back at her and she
paled slightly. “Perhaps you want to do this alone…” she said.
“No. That’s okay. I was
just going to tell you that I thought the same thing. At least fifty by eighty feet. Let’s see what’s down here.”
going back upstairs,” Polly said. “I don’t even like being in the basement.”
Samantha and Kevin
didn’t respond to Polly’s statement. They were too enamored with the fallout shelter. Everything was spotless,
even having been closed up for years. The air was okay, but just a bit stale.
“Right out of the late Cold War
fallout shelter style book,” Kevin said. He’d been reading up on shelters and recognized the look. “Great-Gramps
must have put this in when he built the house.
“Kitchen,” Samantha said, trailing her hand over the stainless
steel counter top. “No water at the faucets, though.”
“Here’s the bathroom,” Kevin said,
opening a normal interior room door. “All the amenities. Looks like everything drains to a sump and is pumped up to
the regular septic system, just like the unit in the basement bathroom. Twin pumps, with battery back up.” He tried
the washbasin faucet. “No water here, either.” He opened a door near the first. “Another, identical bathroom,”
“The refrigerator and freezer are plugged in but they aren’t running,” Samantha said, having
just checked the matching stainless steel appliances.
“Hm…” Kevin walked over to join Samantha. “These
switches in the wall…” Kevin looked up and around. “Don’t see what they would be for, unless…”
He flipped the four switches. The refrigerator and freezer both started to hum.
Kevin checked the trash compactor installed
under the counter by the sink. It too worked. So did the dishwasher, except no water
“Water must be turned off.
And just the lights were left active. I wonder where the power and water comes from,” Kevin mused as the two looked
around the rest of the shelter. There were a total of four bunkrooms, each with four sets of triple bunks, with a large gym
locker for each bunk. Plus, there were two small bedrooms with queen beds.
Exploring further, they found another door,
steel, that opened to a short hallway with yet another steel door. When Kevin opened it and turned on the lights, Samantha
and Kevin were looking at the utility room for the shelter. “Great minds think alike,” Kevin muttered upon seeing
the twin generators. They were connected to piping to provide both engine air and cooling air, diesel fuel, and exhaust, though
massive mufflers. They weren’t running and Kevin checked the transfer switch. The shelter apparently had primary power
from the house electrical system, with the generators as back up.
A pair of matching Ruth-Berry pump-in-tank pressure
water pumps were plumbed to a well that came up through the floor of the room. A hand pump was plumbed into the well, too,
with both a check valve and gate valve to prevent air leaks into the system when the electrical pumps were running. Two additional
pipes the same size came up through the floor, but were capped off.
The pumps were set up on blocks, inside a drip
pan. Both were three-quarter-horsepower pumps in the forty-two gallon tanks. From the looks of it, the two large pre-charged
tanks had been plumbed in at some later date for increased pressure water capacity.
Seeing what had to be the ventilation
unit, Kevin walked over and, after studying the control panel a moment, flipped a switch. Cool, clean air came through the
vents and the stale air was gone in minutes. Kevin noted that there were manual air pumps in case of power failure.
was a work bench, tool cabinets, and supply cabinets. Everything needed to service and repair the generators, water pumps,
sewer pumps, and HVAC system.
It suddenly struck Kevin how things had been brought into the shelter. It was possible
that most of the items had been installed before the roof was put on and back filled, but from the looks of some things, large
items had been added to the shelter after it was built.
Kevin looked around. There was another door. Actually, a set
of wide double doors. He opened one of them, and saw steps leading up to a steel hatch. “Must be covered over or I would
have seen it,” Kevin thought.
Going back into the main room of the shelter, Kevin tried another door. It opened
into a storeroom. Other than a clearing in front of a large gun safe, and a smaller safe, the room was stacked from floor
to almost head high with plastic pails and cardboard cartons, all setting on plastic pallets to keep them off the floor.
and Samantha checked a few of the cases and buckets. All contained food of one kind or another. From basic wheat to the best
that Mountain House had to offer. Every box and pail was dated. Some showed dates as early as 1976.
birthday opened the gun vault. Kevin whistled. There was quite a selection, including multiples of several of the weapons.
Ammunition cans were stacked on the floor of the gun case. When he squatted down and opened the smaller safe, he didn’t
know what to expect. It wasn’t the gold and silver coins he found in plastic coin tubes inside the twelve heavy cloth
bags the safe contained.
“That’s real gold?” Samantha asked. She was standing beside Kevin as he
opened one of the tubes and poured twenty large gold coins into his other hand.
“I’m sure it is. And silver
coins. A whole lot of both,” Kevin replied. “Keys to the Kingdom is right! Criminey.” He turned around and
looked up at Samantha. “I’d prefer this information not get spread around.”
“No. Of course
not. I doubt if anyone would believe me, anyway.”
“There is that,” Kevin said, putting the coins
away and closing the safe and locking it. “What else is there, I wonder?”
He went back into the main part
of the shelter and looked around. “Didn’t see that before,” he said, nodding toward what looked to be the
water tight door out of a submarine or ship.
After spinning the locking wheel, Kevin opened the door. He and Samantha
found themselves looking down a tunnel. It was constructed of five-foot diameter concrete culvert sections. “Must be
sealed well,” Kevin said. “Not a trace of moisture.”
Samantha flipped a switch next to the door.
A string of white Christmas tree lights came on, illuminating the tunnel. At the far end was a similar door. “You game?”
Kevin asked Samantha.
She grinned. “Are you kidding? But… Seriously… This is your family’s
business. Are you sure you want me knowing more than I already do?”
“I trust you,” Kevin said simply
and stepped into the tunnel over the threshold of the door. Samantha was right on his heels. Both had to move in a crouch
in the tunnel. Kevin crossed his fingers. He spun the locking wheel and pushed. The door opened. He had feared it might be
locked from the other side.
Kevin felt around the doorway, but the only switch he found turned off the tunnel lights,
causing Samantha to gasp in surprise when they went off. Flipping the switch on again, Kevin pulled the Mini-Maglight he carried
in a sheath on his belt with his Leatherman Surge and Survivor Swiss Army Knife.
He twisted the bezel and with the
light shining ahead of him, stepped over the threshold into a very large room. Shining the light all around, all he could
see were thick columns that supported the ceiling. There was another of the water tight doors at one end of the room. Beside
it was an old wall mounted air blower.
Seeing another large pipe coming into the room with a cap on it, he removed
the cap and cranked the blower. Fresh air entered the room, clearing the dry, dusty smell it contained.
all turned around,” Samantha said. “Where exactly are we?”
“I think we’re under the detached
garage,” Kevin replied, going over a set of metal clad double doors like the ones in the utility room of the shelter.
He opened one of the doors and they saw a set of wide steps going up to a pair of basement access doors.
aren’t any basement doors at the garage,” Samantha said.
“Have to be buried. And wait. Look,”
Kevin said, shining the light toward the other end of the room. There’s a ladder on the wall down there.
two walked to the ladder and Kevin climbed it, after handing the flashlight to Samantha. He climbed up, his feet disappearing
up the shaft. Then Samantha saw light coming down the shaft.
“In the garage, all right,” Kevin called down
to Samantha. The shaft has an opening behind one of the shop cabinets.”
Kevin climbed down and Samantha went
up to see for herself. “Wow,” she said when she came back down.
“Let’s see where the other
tunnel goes,” Kevin said, walking back to the other end of the room. He opened the hatch and stepped into another of
the tunnels. It too was lighted with a string of Christmas tree lights. It was much longer than the tunnel connecting the
shelter and the garage basement.
“Where are we going?” Samantha asked. “This leads away from the
garage along the path of the firing range.”
The two suddenly looked at each other. Kevin said, “The firing
range berm. I always kind of wondered why it was so big, especially how long it was.”
“You think there’s
a room in the berm?”
“We’ll know shortly,” Kevin replied. He was opening the hatch at the end
of the tunnel. It opened to a set of narrow steps. At the top of the steps there was another of the standard steel clad entry
doors. Samantha handed him the flashlight and he stepped through.
Feeling for a switch at the side of the door, Kevin
found one this time and flipped it. Fluorescent tubes lighted and Kevin and Samantha both gasped.
a full scale armory, for crying out loud!” Kevin said, looking around at the racks of weapons and stacks of ammunition
cans. There were boxes of Load Bearing Equipment and accoutrements.
At the far end of the room was another set of the
double steel doors. Kevin tried them, but they were locked. Taking the key ring out again, he tried the remaining keys on
the doors. Sure enough, one unlocked them. They opened inward and Kevin eased one open carefully, expecting what he saw. Heavy
plastic with earth against it.
“There are digging tools here,” Samantha said, pointing at the pick and
three shovels leaning against the wall by the doors.
“Can’t be more that a couple of feet of earth at the
top of the doors, maybe eight or nine at the bottom. Be easy to get out if needed.”
Samantha nodded. Both turned
around and just looked at the collection of weapons. Far from an expert on firearms, Kevin could still see the generational
line up. M1 Garands and what he found out later were BM-59’s from after the Korean war.
Then several AR-15’s from the post Vietnam era. M1As after they were privately
produced in the late seventies. Also from that time were racks of HK-91’s and semi-auto FN FALs. The pistols and revolvers
showed the same type of timeline.
“These are huge!” Samantha said, touching the massive muzzle break of
one of the six guns in a rack nearest the outside entrance.
“Barrett M81A1’s, unless I miss my guess. Great
Gramps must have got them not long after they became available.”
Fighting weapons weren’t the only things
available. There were a multitude of hunting rifles and shotguns, too. Kevin edged down a narrow lane between ammunition cans
stacked chest high in long rows. “Korean War surplus .30-’06,” he told Samantha. He checked more of the
ammunition cans. They too counted up to the time of the Senior Kevin’s death in 1996.
get back,” Samantha suddenly said. “Polly may already be frantic.”
“I guess so.” As they
headed back to the basement, back tracking the way they’d come in, with Samantha leading, Kevin looked around, noting
several things he’d missed in the excitement of discovery on the incoming trip. He made a mental note to do some more
They met a very nervous Polly standing at the entrance to the shelter from the basement. “Are you
two all right? I was getting worried.”
Samantha looked at Kevin and he nodded.
exploring. There are tunnels connecting a basement under the detached garage, and a room in the berm of the backstop of the
shooting range,” Samantha told Polly.
“Really?” Polly asked, her eyes wide. Samantha and Kevin both
“Not for public information,” Samantha cautioned her aunt. “This is strictly Crain family
“Of course!” Polly declared, a bit put out at the unnecessary warning.
and locked the basement entrance of the shelter and the three went back upstairs. During their journey of discovery, Polly
had prepared lunch.
Kevin was silent through the light lunch. He’d discovered what three of the keys were for
and been very surprised. Now, more than ever, he wanted to know what secrets the other two keys held.
Over the next
month, tally book in hand, Kevin took an inventory of everything in the shelter system. He also found two more tunnels. One
entered from the basement behind a built-in wall cabinet that led to the working, but mostly decorative, dug well in the front
Another tunnel led from the garage basement out into the forest. Kevin had to go get Samantha and show her where
it came up. “Look at that! Straight out of “Hogan’s Heros.”
Samantha looked blank. Kevin explained
a little about the TV show and Samantha nodded. “And that applies how?” she asked.
“Look at that
stump,” Kevin said, pointing at a large, jagged top stump.
“Dead tree. Lightening probably. Must have cut
up the rest for… Wait a minute…” Samantha went to one knee and began to touch the stump and dirt around
it. “This is fake… No, not fake, but real things, glued or fastened together some how.”
and nodded. He ran his fingers under a root exposed on the surface. With a heave, he lifted the edge of the stump assembly
to expose the tunnel beneath. Lowering it again, he brushed some debris around the edges and it was again nearly indiscernible
from any other tree stump in the forest.
Samantha looked over at Kevin and grinned, too. “Wow! Real life escape
The tunnel to the well and the escape tunnel weren’t the only things
that Kevin found during that time. Very curious how all the ventilation, power, water, and sewer were incorporated without
being immediately visible, Kevin traced the lines.
The massive air intake needed for the cooling and combustion air
for the shelter generators came from extra vents in the house roof overhang, multiple pipes running down from the vents to
combine at the ductwork to the generators.
The smaller intakes were just as cleverly camouflaged, one of them drawing
air through a rock decorative fixture in the back yard. Also in the back yard, a bird bath concealed a ventilation line, as
did a gazing ball on a stand near the garden.
Kevin located the fuel tank that supplied the shelter generators. It
was nearly empty. Kevin had the old fuel pumped out, a new load of diesel laced with Pri-D pumped in, and the small amount
of old fuel added back to the tank. The proportion of fresh to old, and the addition of the Pri-D seemed to do the trick.
The generators fired right up and ran without a problem when Kevin tested them.
Kevin also found the huge cistern that
the roofs of the house and detached garage fed into through a filter system. One of the water supply lines that came into
the shelter came from the cistern.
During the investigations, Kevin found a heavy rubber insulated cable going from
the shelter down to the lake and into it. Inside the shelter was a sound powered telephone. Kevin could only assume that it
went to a shelter at the Farm.
With that thought in mind, Kevin went there in the Munson and talked to the Farm Manager.
“All the buildings have shelters, or are shelters, like the barns. But I don’t remember ever seeing a sound powered
“Are the shelters connected with tunnels?”
Claude Green grinned and shook his
head. “’Fraid not.”
“Any locks around here that you’ve never found a key for?”
Again Claude Green shook his head. “What’s this all about, if I may ask?”
just that I found some rather surprising things at the Homestead and I wondered if there was anything like it here.”
to do with shelters?”
“You worried about the world political situation?” Claude
“Yes. I am. I’m thinking that we are closer to nuclear war than we have been since the Cold
“I’m of the same mind. We have safety drills regularly, but I think, with your permission,
we may do a bit more on the national disaster level. There’s always the New Madrid Seismic Zone that could go. Even
Kevin looked at Claude with some surprise. Claude looked a bit sheepish. “I…
uh… watch the Weather Channel, Discovery, and the History Channel. Seen some of those mega disaster programs.”
good. With things like that in mind, think about what things we can do here to increase the level of survivability and ability
to recovery after a major event. That includes shelter space for all the employees and their families.”
Could get expensive,” Claude cautioned Kevin.
With a slight smile Kevin said, “Just set up a plan, with
a budget, and I’ll see what I can do to find the money for it.”
“Will do.” The two men shook
hands and Kevin went back to the Homestead.
He found Polly and Samantha in the middle of what appeared to be an argument.
Both women fell silent when Kevin came into the kitchen.
“Am I interrupting something?” Kevin asked, looking
at one and then the other.
“Tell her she doesn’t have to leave, Mr. Kevin!”
she doesn’t,” Kevin said, turning concerned eyes on the woman he had been thinking about as far more than just
“Look. I just feel like I’m taking your money under false pretenses. I don’t mind staying,
to lend Aunt Polly a hand, but I don’t feel right taking money for just helping out my Aunt. And I don’t think
you’ll let me do that without paying me.”
“You’re both right,” Kevin said, thinking fast.
He did not want Samantha to leave. “You don’t have to leave, Samantha. And I’ll stop paying you for the
housework. But I need an… executive assistant kind of person to help me with Great-Gramps estate.”
you don’t,” Samantha said.
“Samantha! That’s no way to talk to Mr. Kevin.”
Perhaps I don’t. And if you really insist on it, I’ll stop paying you. But Polly still needs help occasionally.
If you stay, you’ll just get room and board.”
“I still need to get to a position to make a real living,”
Kevin and Polly both could tell she was weakening. She really didn’t want to leave.
about the Library?” Kevin suddenly asked. “Didn’t you say they were looking for a new assistant librarian?”
perked up. “Yes, I did. You know, I might just check that out.” She turned her eyes to Kevin. “Give me a
few days to decide?”
“Absolutely. Take as long as you need to work something out.”
Samantha were both smiling when Kevin headed for the study. When he got there he pulled the tally book out of his breast pocket
and opened it. There were now tiny pencil marks next to many of the entries.
Kevin had confirmed his suspicion that
his Great-grandfather had bought in stages. Either simply as the mood struck him, or new opportunities came up he wanted to
take advantage of. And he seemed to have a real knack on timing. And understanding the rules and how to play them to his advantage.
to the gold and silver coins, with regular gold coinage and bullion illegal for American citizens to hold, the senior Kevin
used one of the few loopholes and collected legal tender numismatic foreign gold coins. Particularly British Gold Sovereigns
and Mexican Gold Pesos of varying denominations.
When gold became legal again for American Citizens to own, Kevin jumped
right in and converted all his legal tender foreign coins to Krugerrands. A lot of Krugerrands when the price dropped after
the first surge of availability. He bought many of the coins when the price was between one-hundred dollars and two-hundred
dollars per ounce. He quit buying as the price skyrocketed in the late ‘70’s. But when it dropped again to under
four-hundred dollars an ounce he bought more, and continued to do so whenever the price was below four-hundred.
American Gold Eagle coins came onto the market he once again converted. From the Krugerrands to the US minted coins, in all
four denominations, and stayed with them until his death.
His silver coins didn’t cost him anything. At least
not in the sense of a premium over their silver content. When the rumors first came out that the US mints were going to stop
producing silver coins he took a significant amount of paper money and bought roll after roll of silver dimes, quarters, and
half dollars, all at face value. It was his one and only purchase of silver.
According to the tally book, he should
have thirty bags of the silver coins. What he’d found in the shelter accounted for only three of them. It was the same
situation with the gold. The one-hundred-ounce bags of gold coins numbered twenty-four. Six of them were in the small safe
in the shelter.
When it came to the guns and ammunition and accoutrements the situation was the same. There were at
least three times the number items somewhere, as there were in the arms bunker. Even more important, in Kevin’s eyes,
was the fact that the tally book showed several times the amount of long term storage food was stashed away somewhere, too
held up the two keys that still lacked locks to use them in and looked at them for long moments before putting them away.
turned on the computer and pulled up the Internet. He had a plan to make it easy for Samantha to take the library position.
He looked at Munson boats again, but he really couldn’t justify another of the landing craft style boats. He needed
something as fast, and utilitarian, but something that didn’t look utilitarian, like the landing craft boats. After
some searching, he found the Nautica International website and immediately liked their line of rigid inflatable boats.
weren’t tiny oval rubber boats of yesteryear. Nautica had ocean going models. Though he didn’t really need the
ocean going features, Kevin decided on one that was capable of it. An RIB 41 Cabin model.
Fast, it could carry up to
thirty-five people, though not that many in the fiberglass cabin. It had a galley, head, twin beds, and other amenities suitable
for overnight stays on the lake. And it would take Samantha back and forth from the Homestead to town leaving only a short
drive in a vehicle to get from the marina to the library and back.
Which meant, since the Nautica couldn’t carry
a vehicle, a vehicle would need to be kept at the marina for their use when going to town in one of the boats. Smiling, Kevin
put in the order for the Nautica RIB 41 Cabin model, with options and four complete sets of spare inflatable tubes, and then
pulled up automobile possibilities for a shuttle to be kept at the marina.
He did think about the Power Wagon, and
then the Suburban, but decided he wanted those kept at the Homestead. Though blizzards were rare, some snow wasn’t unusual,
and ice storms were a rather common occurrence during winter. That meant something with four-wheel drive. A Jeep, even a four-door
version, would be too small for some of the things Kevin envisioned the vehicle to be used for, besides as Samantha’s
Finally, after a couple days of research, Kevin settled on a Chevy one ton van, converted to four-wheel drive,
non-electronic diesel engine, and set up for hard off-road use in case it needed to make a trip on the road from town to the
Farm or to the Homestead in bad weather. And just because. He ordered the van the same day Samantha told him she would take
He’d barely hung up the telephone when it rang. It was Claude, the Farm Manager. “I think I might
have found a lock for one of your keys.”
Kevin lost no time going down to the lake and taking the first Munson
over to the Farm. Claude met him at the boat ramp. “We were doing a little work in the big barn and moved some things
around. Found a set of steel double doors facing into the hill the barn is built into. Only two guys and I know about it.
I thought you might want it kept quiet, depending on what it is.”
“I do. Thanks,” Kevin said. When
they got to the barn it was deserted and Kevin followed Claude to the now exposed hidden door. The first of the last two keys
opened the lock and Kevin pulled one door open. He found the light switch he expected and the florescent tubes came to life.
him, Claude let out a sigh. “Just a bunch of boxes and stuff,” he said.
Kevin opened the door wider.
Not just boxes and stuff,” Claude said. “Jiminy Cricket! That’s more firepower than my platoon had in the
“Only you won’t find any full auto or destructive devices,” Kevin said, going into
the room. It was a cross between the armory and shelter at the house. Boxes and pails of food, racks of weapons, stacked cans
of ammunition, and boxes of other assorted items. Kevin took out the tally book and started a quick inventory.
looked around at Claude when he squatted down in front of the safe that sat against one wall, partially hidden by boxes.
I’ll give you a little privacy,” Claude said and left the room. Another Great-grandmother birthday combination
and Kevin was looking at some of the missing gold and silver. But not all of it. Just like the arms and food, of which there
was still some unaccounted for.
“Okay,” Kevin said. “Let’s lock this back up and return the
cabinet to its position. I’m afraid you’ll have to change your plans for the improvements on the barn.”
problem. Man. Your great-grandfather was a collector in a big way, wasn’t he?”
“You have no idea,”
Kevin muttered. “Keep this quiet. But… Look. If anything ever happens and you need what is in there, and I’m
not available, cut the lock. Use everything in there, except the contents of the safe, as you see fit.”
Kevin went back to the Homestead and arrived just in time for supper.
Kevin had made no mention
of the new boat or the van to Polly or Samantha. Samantha had been driving to town every weekday since she started as assistant
librarian when Kevin asked to ride in with her one morning when the weather looked threatening.
“You going to
stay in town until I get off?” Samantha asked, sounding somewhat doubtful.
“Nope. Got plans to get back
on my own.”
“Okay. But I hope it’s a good one. We may get a real gully washer before the day is over.”
it covered. So to speak.”
Samantha gave Kevin a quick look, but he was looking out the passenger widow. She couldn’t
see his grin.
He asked to be dropped off at the marina, and Samantha did so, her curiosity aroused. But Kevin still
didn’t say anything. Samantha headed for the library and Kevin looked up the marina manager. It didn’t take long
to make the arrangements to unload the Nautica RIB 41 Cabin model boat and get it into the water of the lake.
spent most of the morning getting the boat ready for use, familiarizing himself with the various manuals that had come with
the boat. Finally, with the tanks full, Kevin took it for a spin on the lake. He drew a lot of surprised looks from other
boaters. There wasn’t anything else on the lake like it. It was much the same reaction he’d had on the two Munson
Landing Crafts’ first voyages.
Satisfied with everything, Kevin ran the boat into the marina, backed it into
the slot he’d made long term arrangements to have available for daily use, and tied the boat up. He locked the cabin
and headed for the marina office.
“Kevin,” said Frank Whitaker, the marina manager said, “There’s
a guy waiting for you out in the parking lot. Didn’t look too happy when you weren’t here to meet him.”
Kevin asked. He hurried out to the parking lot. There was the one-ton Chevy window van, perched on its new four-wheel drive
“Sorry I’m late, guys,” Kevin said when he walked up.
“They told us noon. It’s
almost one,” groused the taller of the two men.
It annoyed Kevin, but he held his peace. “Maybe this will
make up for it,” he did say, pulling a couple of twenty dollar bills from the money clip he took from his pocket.
men’s eyes lit up and they were suddenly eager to serve. “Keys. Papers. More keys. The sticker is good for another
fifteen days. You’ll need to get it registered pretty quick. Tank is full, just as requested.”
guys. Thanks,” Kevin replied, taking the packet of papers and all seven sets of keys for the van.
The two guys
high-fived one another and walked over to the pickup truck that they would take back home. After checking his watch, Kevin
checked the van out. Deciding he had time, he headed for the county seat to get the van registered and licensed. When he returned
to the marina he parked the van in the slot he’d reserved for the van, just as he had the slip for the boat.
was whistling when he left the marina in the Nautica again. He stopped at the Farm and dropped off two sets of the keys for
the van, explaining to Claude it would be available some of the time for Farm use if the trip was made in the Farm’s
“Good deal,” Claude said. He was looking over the Nautica. “You have your own fleet now.”
He laughed and Kevin followed suit. Back aboard, Kevin took the boat to the Homestead and backed it into the second bay of
the boathouse. There was still room for two small boats on that side.
All that evening Polly and Samantha tried to
figure out why Kevin wouldn’t quit smiling. The only time he did was when they were watching the evening news. It wasn’t
It wasn’t until the next morning when Kevin insisted that Samantha go with him down to the marina before
she left for the library that she figured out why he’d been smiling the evening before. He showed her the boat, gave
her a set of keys for it and the van, and said, “Have a good day.”
She looked more annoyed than pleased,
but Samantha, as Kevin had the day before, checked out the boat before starting up the twin diesels and easing it out of the
boathouse. Kevin had to grin when Samantha got well away from the shore and hit the throttles, the Nautica going up on plane
Kevin explained to Polly what he’d done when he got back to the house and she asked why Samantha’s
jeep was still parked.
“Good. She’s been hinting at moving to town now, because of the job. She wants to
stay in the area because of me, but that drive every day, mostly on back roads, is wearing her down. This should make it much
better. If she doesn’t just get mad and move to spite you.”
“She won’t do that,” Kevin
Polly noted his confidence in the statement. She had a feeling that Kevin probably meant that he wouldn’t
let her. He’d find some way to get her to stay if the library didn’t. Her personal hope was that Kevin would get
off his duff and officially start courting Samantha.
Having decided to quit worrying about the fifth key and the things
he’d yet to find, Kevin went on a buying spree of his own. It had been twelve years since the senior Kevin’s last
prep purchases. Kevin wanted to sort of ‘top off’ the supplies already in place, and get newer versions of some
of them. But, like his great-grandfather, Kevin doubted he would get rid of any of the things already in storage.
though he’d located the outside access points to all the elements of the shelter system, Kevin decided to leave them
covered, except for the garage basement entrance. He needed easy access to that empty room to store the things he was purchasing.
a dozen orders out, Kevin turned to helping Polly and Samantha do the last of the harvesting at the Homestead, canning, freezing,
pickling, dehydrating, and putting into the root cellar everything they couldn’t consume immediately.
was spent at the Farm, with many people that didn’t work full time there invited along with their families. Things were
hard and quite a few people attended. Kevin had his first chance to meet many of the specialists that did some of the work
at the Farm and at the Homestead, like the arborist that made sure the productive trees and bushes stayed that way. The vet
that cared for the animals at the Farm was there with his family, too. So were the Parker Brothers and their families.
had invited the doctor that had cared for her during her illnesses, and she showed up with two friends that worked with her.
was a bit puzzled at Samantha’s rather standoffish reaction to Dr. Holloway, but put it off to her presence being a
reminder of Polly’s injury and long illness. He found the doctor quite charming, and her friends as well. Both were
nurses, with quite a bit of experience, considering their ages.
The only disconcerting thing during the holiday was
the news. Kevin wasn’t the only person that wondered if things were going to get worse before they got better, though
none of them said anything about it. The exception was Kevin and Claude. They had a private conversation during the half-time
show of the football game.
“Claude, I’m more worried than ever. I’d like you to give private invitations
to everyone you think could be an asset to the Farm if the worst happens to come here. You know how much shelter space you
have, and with the supplies Great-Gramps laid in, and those I’m buying, we can support a pretty substantial population.”
had the same thought,” Claude replied. We have a good workforce living here or commuting. But the specialists…
They’d be invaluable in a future where we had to be totally self-sufficient.”
“Exactly. Be cautious.
We can’t have everyone and their brother showing up. But we might as well make full use of the space we have available.”
Samantha, and Polly went back to the Homestead in the Nautica. The wind was harsh. Cold and gusty. But the three were cozy
in the warm cabin of the boat and the storm held off long enough for them to get the boat parked and make it to the house
before the freezing rain started.
Commercial power went out only a little while later, and then the land line telephone
went dead. The Homestead was completely off-grid. The cell phones continued to work, as did the satellite TV and Internet.
The primary generator kicked in and things were fine. The storm lasted for three days, the last day bringing snow on top of
Monday morning, with the sun shining brightly, Kevin walked down to the boathouse with Samantha, both of them
slipping and sliding slightly on the ice and snow. She insisted in going in to the library. “I’m certainly glad
you got the Nautica. I wouldn’t even think about going in on the road.”
“Don’t forget you have
a short drive in the van. You want me to come with you?”
“Don’t be silly,” Samantha replied.
“And don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
Kevin stayed and watched until the Nautica disappeared from
sight, then made his way back to the house. Polly had a worried look on her face when Kevin went into the kitchen to get a
cup of hot tea to chase away the chill from being out in the sunny, but very cold air.
“Don’t worry, Polly.
She’ll be fine. She’s a smart woman.”
“I know. Still… I worry.”
is on the agenda for today?” Kevin asked then, hiding his own slight nervousness caused by Samantha being out in the
after effects of the storm. “Need me to help with anything?”
“No, Mr. Kevin. Just the normal day.
I promised Samantha I would take it easy, after being out on Thanksgiving. I’m afraid I don’t recover from illness
“Well, you just take it easy today then. If you need something, just buzz me.”
“Yes, Mr. Kevin.”
Kevin headed for the study
to get on the computer and check the prep forums he was now a member of. There were all kinds of rumors of what might be happening
around the world. The TV news networks weren’t any more help. Speculation, for the most part.
Samantha was a
smart woman. She made it to and from the library safely that day and the next several days, as well.
time was spent moving the truck load deliveries of the items he’d ordered previously from where he’d arranged
them to be unloaded in town, moved to the Munson, and then moved one Unimog U500 load at a time to the garage basement. The
garage basement soon took on the look of the other shelter components.
Christmas, unlike Thanksgiving, was a simple
home affair at the Homestead. Only a small, pre-decorated tree was put up, with less than a dozen presents on the table or
leaning against it. At the Homestead, most of the attention was on the news reports of serious trouble in Europe and Asia.
top off the dangers looming politically, winter was turning into one of the worst in years, despite of, or perhaps because
of, global warming. Suddenly, out of the blue, Kevin asked Samantha, “Have you ever thought about switching your Jeep
to a diesel engine?”
“No. Not really. Why?”
“Well… Look what’s going on.
Gasoline is over six bucks a gallon, and the supplier I use said he can’t guarantee delivery on short notice any more.
He’s not getting as much fuel as he used to. Going diesel would allow us to use our Jeeps even if gasoline is unavailable.”
be honest,” Samantha said, “My library job doesn’t pay enough to do something like that, I’m sure.”
okay. I’ll pay for the conversion.”
“You know I’m not going to allow…”
can pay me back over the next several months, a little at a time. Whatever you can afford.”
She didn’t like owing money. But she’d come to believe in making reasonable preparations for what might come.
With the availability of biodiesel from the Farm, it made sense.”
“Okay,” she said finally. “I
guess it’ll be okay. Who does engine swaps like that?”
“There’s a place in St. Louis that I
found that will put a Cummins 4BT four-cylinder diesel engine in Jeeps.”
“How would we get my Jeep up there?
I can’t take off from work,” Samantha explained.
“Not a problem. It would take less than a week to
do both Jeeps. I’ll put a tow bar on mine, and drive yours up there with mine in tow. You can use the Sonoma or Suburban
if you need to while I’m gone.”
Her mind already made up, Samantha nodded. “Okay. But I do pay you
back, a little at a time.”
Kevin nodded. “Fair enough. I’ll plan on leaving in two days. There is
supposed to be a break in the weather then.”
It actually took two weeks, and the break in the weather was
long gone when Kevin was able to head back to the Homestead. He was wondering just what Samantha might do when she saw her
vehicle. If she recognized it. About the only thing the same on it when he’d headed for St. Louis was the paint job.
It was now equipped for heavy-duty off-road use, just like his, in addition to now being diesel powered.
Kevin said when Samantha and Polly came out onto the porch after Kevin went into the house after parking the rigs on the house
garage apron. “I can take the stuff off, if you don’t want it…”
“Oh, Kevin! You just
had to, didn’t you? It’ll take me forever to pay you off for all that work.”
“Not really. I
got a deal.”
“Yeah. I bet. Well, it’d cost as much to take the things off as it will to keep them,
so I guess they stay.” Despite the light snowfall, Kevin led Samantha over to the Jeeps. Polly went back inside. Kevin
went over the changes to Samantha’s Jeep in detail.
After Kevin unhooked and parked his Jeep out of the way,
Samantha got into her Jeep and took off before Kevin could attempt to get into the vehicle with her. Kevin was sitting on
the porch watching the snow fall when Samantha returned a few minutes later.
“Well?” he asked, standing
up and opening the front door to let her in the house.
“It’ll do. I’ll have you your first check
as soon as I get paid again.”
Kevin wanted to argue and tell Samantha she didn’t have to pay him, but came
to his senses in time. She’d never go for it.
All thoughts of the situation vanished when Polly came rushing
from the kitchen. “It’s happening! It’s happening?”
Samantha had started up the stairs to the
second floor, and Kevin was on his way to the study. Both turned and headed for her in alarm. She was pale and both Kevin
and Samantha first thought she was having an attack of some kind.
There was an attack, all right, but not a medical
one. An attack on a US Carrier Strike Group near Taiwan. Polly was headed for the family room and the new big screen TV connected
to the satellite receiver. Samantha and Kevin followed.
“I saw it on the little TV in the kitchen,” Polly
was saying as she tuned the TV to the news channel they usually watched.
“Oh my Lord!” Samantha said, her
right hand going to her mouth. Kevin stood watching the destruction and deaths of hundreds of US Naval personnel, his fists
clenched at his sides.
It was hard to tell exactly what was happening, other than that ships were on fire, emitting
huge volumes of smoke. There were suddenly more missile tracks, these outbound from the US ships still able to respond.
screen went blank suddenly, and then the talking heads were back on. Before they were able to speculate on the situation the
image cut to the Presidential Seal on the podium at the White House briefing room. There was pandemonium that only got worse
when the President walked on camera and stepped behind the podium. Finally the President raised one hand and the roar was
reduced to a murmur.
“My fellow citizens. I come before you to report that an unjustified sneak attack on
one of our Naval Fleets had taken place. I… We… are trying to contact Communist Chinese authorities at this moment
to prevent escalation of the incident. There will be further news later. I suggest everyone seeing and hearing this broadcast
prepare for the worst.”
Samantha and Kevin looked at one another. Polly was watching the talking heads again.
Kevin said, “Samantha move the fresh food to the shelter and get it ready. We might not have much time, later. Polly,
I want you to monitor the TV in the kitchen and let us know if something else happens. I’m going to disconnect the major
electronics in the house in case of a HEMP.”
Polly didn’t ask what a ‘HEMP’ was, but hurried
off to the kitchen with Samantha. Kevin headed for the utility room off the garage where the electrical panels were. He switched
from commercial power to the generator, and then disconnected the telephone line.
Suddenly his cell phone rang. It
was Claude, at the Farm. “Some of the hands want to go in and get their families and bring them out here. What do you
want me to do?”
“Forget the roads out here. Have everyone that wants to go to the Farm meet us at the Marina.
We’ll ferry them to the Farm with the boats.”
“Yes, sir. I’m on it!”
back to the kitchen. “Samantha. Change in plans. Leave the food for now. I want you to get in the Nautica and head for
the marina. I’ll be taking the Munson. Polly, call everyone you can think of that might need shelter. We can handle
up to forty. Have them meet us at the marina.”
“You sure about this?” Samantha asked. She was already
getting her coat from the rack by the back door.
“I’m sure. I have the means to save people. I have to
“But what if you get caught out and the bombs fall?” Polly asked, barely keeping the terror
out of her voice.
“Won’t be bombs. Be missile warheads,” Kevin replied. “But we’re not
likely to have one close enough to us to be in immediate danger. Even if they hit Springfield, we would have several hours
before we get fallout.” Kevin turned to look at Samantha. “You ready?”
She looked scared, but game.
Samantha handed Kevin his heavy coat and the two headed for the boathouse in what was shaping up to be another of the ice
storms the area was prone to.
Both pushed their respective boat to the limit, headed for the marina at town. When they
arrived, the Farm’s Munson was already there, taking people and their possessions on. When that boat was full to a dangerous
level, Harold Gould, the senior hand at the Farm, closed the ramp of the Munson and eased it back from the boat ramp.
ran his Munson up into place and started loading people, shouting out, “Anyone going to the Homestead, wait for the
other boat!” Samantha was backing it into a slip so people could board since there was no front ramp on the Nautica
the way there was on the Munsons.
Taking a moment to run to the parking lot, Kevin opened it up, pulled the hood release,
and turned the battery disconnect switch to off. He reached further back under the HVAC blower and flipped a small switch
he found by feel. It shut off the fuel line to the engine, even if someone found the battery switch, which wasn’t likely.
After locking the van by hand, he ran back down to the Munson.
More people were coming, despite the weather conditions
and Kevin loaded up as many as he could take. Samantha would have to take the rest. He waited until the last person in sight
was loaded and then backed away from the ramp and turned the boat toward the end of the lake where the Farm was. Harold dropped
into line behind him, and Samantha followed, third in line.
Kevin didn’t see it, but there were several people
getting into private boats and following. It was only when the three boats stopped at the Farm boat ramp did Kevin turn around
and see the flotilla of small boats. “Criminey!” He saw Claude helping people up the slick ramp and called out
to him. “How many can you take?”
Claude looked up and saw the other boats approaching, too. “We’ll
just have to shoehorn them in!”
Kevin nodded. Four families were still on his Munson. “Polly said we were
going to the Homestead.” Kevin nodded. Looking over at the Nautica, he saw a few people disembarking, but most were
staying on the boat. Leaving Claude to handle the Farm, Kevin backed the boat up and headed for the Homestead, Samantha right
behind him in the Nautica.
When they’d backed the two boats in the boathouse, Kevin did a head count as people
climbed up onto the walkways. He was glad he’d told Polly to limit it to forty people. There were forty-two.
led the way up to the house, helping where he could as the nearly panicked people struggled with babes in arms and suitcases.
Kevin got a shock when they got close to the house. There were three strange vehicles parked in front of the house garage.
to pull the Glock 30 from the ankle holster, Kevin went up on the porch. Polly was just inside the open door, talking to some.
He relaxed when she said, “I’m so glad you were able to come. I worry about getting sick in all this.”
went inside, the rest following. It was Dr. Holloway and her two nurse friends. Dr. Holloway was speaking when she saw Kevin.
“I brought a family that needs help. She’s eight months pregnant and they don’t have any type of preparations.”
wasn’t going to refuse them, but the shelter was going to be at maximum capacity. “Down here,” he said,
going to the basement stairs. He missed the look on Samantha’s face when she saw Dr. Holloway. Dr. Holloway didn’t.
just make yourself comfortable here in the basement. No need to go into the shelter until and unless there is an attack and
we get fallout.”
Kevin noticed one of the men shake his cell phone and dial it again. The man closed the phone
and asked, “Any one loan me a cell phone for a minute. Mine’s not working.”
Someone said, “Try
it outside the basement. Mine’s not working, either.”
“Won’t do any good,” Kevin said,
checking his phone. It, too, wasn’t getting a signal. The cell tower wasn’t that far away. The cell phones had
always worked in the basement, though not in the shelter.
“We probably got hit with a HEMP,” Kevin explained.
Those that knew what he was talking about explained to the others when Kevin didn’t. He headed up the stairs and found
Polly in an animated discussion with Samantha.
“What’s up?” Kevin asked, seeing the hurt look on
“Nothing,” Samantha said, “Just a family disagreement. Now. They’re here.
What do we do with them?”
Dr. Holloway stepped out of the stairway. “Is there anything I can do to help
get things organized?”
It was Samantha that answered, a bit sharply Kevin thought. “No. We have it all
“As you wish,” replied Dr. Holloway, turning and going back down the stairs.
looked at Samantha a moment, but the look on her face stopped Kevin from saying anything about the short verbal exchange.
Kevin finally said, “We need to know who all is here, and what they brought with them. Show everyone the bathrooms and
get a crew together to fix some supper for everyone. Polly I don’t want you waiting on these people. They aren’t
guests. They can, and will, help wherever they can.”
“He’s right, Aunt Polly,” Samantha said,
her hand going to Polly’s arm. “This is going to be hard on all of us, but it is something we have to do. But
you’re still a bit under the weather and I won’t have you straining yourself to take care of people more than
able to take care of themselves, given the opportunity they have been given by Kevin’s generosity.”
know, Samantha. That’s why I invited her. So we’ll have a doctor here.”
Samantha’s eyes cut
to Kevin, but quickly away when he looked puzzled. “That’s not important now,” she said to Polly. “For
the moment… Samantha turned to look at Kevin and asked, “We are safe for the moment, right? Polly can go to her
room and lie down for a while?”
“Of course. There is a chance… slim… that we won’t even
have to use the shelter except for sleeping and the two extra bathrooms. It all depends on whether or not we get fallout.”
will we know?” Polly asked. “Can you see it? I didn’t think you could see it.”
a couple of remote reading radiation survey meters in the shelter that will tell us if there is any radioactivity coming down.
We should be able to see the fallout, but not the radiation.”
“Okay. I trust you, Mr. Kevin. I think I’ll
do as Samantha suggested. Take a lie down for a while.”
Polly headed upstairs and Kevin turned to Samantha. “I’m
beginning to get the feeling you don’t like Dr. Holloway.”
“I guess not,” Samantha said. But
she turned around and headed down to the basement before Kevin could continue the discussion. “Now probably isn’t
the time to discuss it, anyway,” Kevin thought to himself.
Following Samantha down into the basement, he found
her with a notepad in hand, going from one person to another, making notes. Kevin took another pad from a cabinet and began
doing the same thing, starting at the other end of the room.
Kevin took the lists to study. Samantha began to bring
a family at a time into the shelter to show them where the bathrooms were, and where they would be sleeping. Kevin was more
than a little disappointed at the amount of whining and complaints he was hearing. It was almost to the point that he was
going to tell people they were free to go home if they didn’t like the facilities.
But one of the CDV-717’s
made a clicking sound, and then the second did, too. They were getting fallout. There was no way Kevin was going to send people
out into it. With the needle barely registering, Kevin waited until everyone had finished the meal that had been prepared
while he was in the shelter before coming out and suggesting people make their way inside. “We’ve just begun to
get fallout. Probably from Springfield. It’s really low reading right now, but I won’t take chances. Everybody
in. Samantha, you’d better get Polly.”
Samantha nodded and trotted up the stairs. Kevin saw Dr. Holloway
helping the pregnant woman and wondered for a moment about the problem between her and Samantha. But the needs of the shelterees
took precedence and Kevin began to tend to them.
It was midnight before everyone except Kevin and Samantha was in a
bed or bunk and the shelter quiet. Samantha sat down beside Kevin and he looked over at her. “Want to tell me what’s
going on now? Between you and Dr. Holloway.”
“It’s nothing. Really. Something I realize I’ve
blown way out of proportion. It isn’t a problem now, and won’t be in the future.”
still like to hear it.”
Samantha sighed. “Okay. I was at the clinic with Polly one time and overheard Dr.
Holloway talking to one of the other female doctors. They were discussing the chances of ‘landing’ you, now that
you were back here. It was just sort of cold, to me.”
Kevin laughed. “Well, thank you for looking out for
my virtue. But you really don’t need to. I’m not interested in a relationship now. And considering things, maybe
“Oh,” Samantha replied. She hid well the fact that it was a very disappointing answer to
her. “But now you know,” she said, rising from her chair. “No harm, no foul. Okay?”
and nodded. “No harm, no foul.”
“Okay. I’m going to put on a pot of tea. I suspect you’ll
be up most of the night. You said you needed to keep an eye on the radiation until it peaked and one hour later.”
With those numbers I can calculate shelter stay time. If we’re lucky, it won’t be more than a couple of weeks.”
looked over at the wall with the bunkroom and bedroom doors. “Let us hope,” she said softly.
It was a long
two weeks, but it was only two weeks that everyone had to stay in the shelter. But Kevin did finally discover the facts about
the sound powered telephone. It was connected to one of the shelters at the Farm. And it worked just fine.
two weeks were up, the oldest were allowed into the basement for most of the day, though everyone slept in the shelter.
Kevin finally picked four people to go outside with him to take a survey of the area nearly everyone was clamoring to get
out. Things weren’t as bad as Kevin had feared they might be. The fallout was cleared from around the buildings, and
people allowed up into the house, with, again, the oldest, allowed to go outside and help in the greenhouse. The children,
despite their pleas, weren’t allowed outside for over a month, when the radiation on the Homestead grounds was down
to a safe level. At least as safe as it would be for a long time.
The same schedule was kept at the Farm. With considerably
more room, they fared slightly better, emotional wise, than those in the Homestead shelter. Kevin had locked the hatch to
the garage basement. Kevin did not want those in the shelter to know how many supplies he had available. Some people were
already discussing staying on after they got out. Without consultation with Kevin.
When he overheard two of them talking,
he put a stop to the idea. No one he didn’t invite to stay afterward was welcome. When it was safe to leave the shelter
for good, everyone would get a week’s worth of supplies, and a ride back to town, but that was it.
raw when that day came. Some took Samantha aside and begged to be allowed to stay. She referred all of them to Kevin. “His
house, his rules,” she told them. She wanted none of the emotional strain that Kevin was being put under.
want me to take them in?” Samantha asked Kevin, her voice low as the first group heading to town gathered their things
up in preparation to going down to the boathouse.
“No,” Kevin replied. He was now wearing a gun belt and
holster, with one of the M1 Garands slung over his shoulder. “I don’t want you in harms way.”
think it’ll be any safer here, with you gone?” Samantha asked.
She had to smile slightly at the sudden
look of panic in his eyes. “I didn’t think about that. But… You can trust the Parker Brothers. Get them
to lend a hand if need be. And give them their guns back now. Do you have yours on you?”
Samantha nodded and
lifted the edge of her jacket to show him the pistol she had selected out of all the possibilities that the Senior Kevin and
the current Kevin had provided. It was a classic. A Browning Hi-Power 9mmP.
“Use it if you have to, understand?”
understand. There is too much to lose, for too many people, for this place or the Farm to fall into… less capable hands.”
Kevin said, his eyes now on the group he was taking to who knew what home situation. He led the way down to the boathouse.
worried the entire time he was gone. She gave the Parker Brothers back the weapons they’d brought with them but Kevin
hadn’t allowed in the shelter. “Kevin said I could count on you if there is trouble in the ranks with him gone.”
you may, Miss,” Paul replied. He was the older brother. Pete was two years his junior, though, at thirty-two and thirty,
they looked like twins. Samantha was glad they were there.
She eagerly sought Kevin out when he came back that afternoon.
“How’d it go?”
“Better than I expected. The van was still there. Someone broke a window to
get in, but the cutoffs did their job and they couldn’t start it.
“There were only a few people around.
The death toll is high. But, as bad as that is, it leaves some resources for those that survived. At least for a while. I
was asked privately by every head of household if they could come back for more food when the week’s worth ran out.
I told them arrangements could be made, but there would be either work, silver coins, gold coins, or trade goods involved.
A couple of them didn’t like the answer very much.”
“I bet. Okay. Everything here is okay. There
were some questions about why the Parker Brothers had been given their weapons when no one else had. I told those people asking
that the Parker Brothers were your deputies.”
“Deputies?” asked Kevin, his surprise evident.
I had to think of something and ‘enforcers’ sounded a bit harsh.”
Kevin smiled slightly. “Harsh
Samantha was serious when she said, “You have the Keys to the Kingdom, remember? All the things
your Great-grandfather and you have stored? A working farm, able to pickup and continue, even after a nuclear war. The ability
to make a better life for everyone willing to cooperate. You have a responsibility…” Samantha looked down at the
floor. “At least, that’s the way I see it.”
“I hadn’t thought about it like that,”
Kevin said softly. “Keys to the Kingdom. It always just meant my monetary legacy. With the way Great-Gramps arranged
things… I think he might have had exactly what you said in mind.
“Though the Homestead shelter was designed
for just family, the facilities at the Farm were designed for far more people than live and work there.”
done exactly like your Great-grandfather would have done, I’m sure. He’d be proud of you.” Samantha’s
right hand went to Kevin’s arm. “I’m proud of you. What you’ve done. And allowed me to do, as well.”
was looking at her and didn’t see Dr. Holloway come up to them. He started when she said, “Am I interrupting something?
I need to speak with you, Kevin.”
Her stiffness showing her feelings, Samantha walked away.
to Dr. Holloway. “Yes, Dr. Holloway?”
“Please,” she said, smiling, “Why can’t I
get you to call me Michelle?”
“Well… Michelle, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
need to go in with the next group that goes to town. None of the cars we brought start. I want to get the clinic up and running.
There are going to be some survivors that received too much radiation for good health. I need to do what I can. It is clear
that you have an extensive supply of emergency supplies. I’m hoping you can let me have some to take with me, in case
the clinic and pharmacy has been looted.”
“Of course. But they aren’t going to be free,” Kevin
Michelle’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I want you to care for the family here, and those that
work at the Farm without compensation. I’ll provide the means for that, and what supplies I can for you for treating
others as you see fit.”
“I guess you have a deal.”
Before Michelle could say anything else,
Kevin continued. “I’ll keep you and your staff fed adequately, too, so you won’t have to worry about that.
Just taking care of people.”
Michelle’s rather hard looked softened and she smiled. “Thank you. I
knew you’d come through for the community.”
“Yeah. The community. Make a list of what you’d like to have, and I’ll see if I can produce it. I’ll
take you and your friends in tomorrow and we can check out the clinic and the pharmacy. Salvage what we can.”
Thank you, Kevin.”
“Sure… Uh… Michelle.”
Kevin went to the study to find the
list of medical supplies located at the Homestead. He knew there were more at the Farm, but intended them to stay there, to
meet the needs of those staying there.
The next morning, Michelle gave Kevin her list of wants and Kevin put together
a kit out of the supplies he had.
Again Kevin left Samantha in charge, with the Parker Brothers there to see that things
stayed peaceful. There were some of the temporary residents that really did not want to leave. They would be the last ones
to leave. But they would leave, Kevin had told Samantha.
When they reached town in the Munson it was cold and wet,
the sky still showing the signs of dust in the very highest levels of the atmosphere. This time Kevin took someone in he could
trust to stay with the Munson while he fired up the Van, which was still in its parking spot, with no further damage.
took a while at the pharmacy. Though it had been ransacked and all narcotics taken, there were plenty of things to salvage.
They basically took everything in the pharmacy except the knick-knacks and loaded them into the van.
The clinic was
basically intact, with the drug cabinet it contained forced open and narcotics taken. Again, those after the things they could
use to replace their street drugs left behind very valuable other drugs.
Kevin radioed the Homestead and told Polly
that he wouldn’t be back for a while. He was staying in town to get the clinic fixed up for use, and get living quarters
set up in it for Michelle and the nurses. He had offered weapons to the three women, and all had refused. Hopefully, the three
were valuable enough to be kept safe by the people in town.
He parked and disabled the van again, and went down to
the Munson. “Any problems, Greg?”
“No, sir, Mr. Crain. Some curious people, wondering if we had brought
in supplies. I told them no.”
“Okay. Let’s head back. I want to stop at the Farm before we go to
After talking things over with Claude, it was decided that most of those now at the Farm would
be going to their homes soon. With the winter well upon them, there wasn’t that much to do that the regular Farm employees
couldn’t handle on their own. “You have what you need to see that everyone goes home?” Kevin asked as they
walked down to the Lake in a freezing drizzle.
“Yeah,” Claude said softly. “I do. Mean’s there
are going to be some unhappy people. And you realize that, with the way the winter is shaping up, there might be some of these
people we’re sending home won’t make it?”
“I know,” Kevin replied. “And I intend
to do everything I can to prevent that from happening. But it has to be done so as not to endanger the majority. There are
only so many meals that are going to be available over a given time span, even if we maximize our production. Which is going
to be difficult if the weather doesn’t change seasons like it should. If we wind up with a severe nuclear winter, we
might be down to just saving ourselves.”
“Well, I’m glad it is you that will be making the calls
and not me. Now that I know you, I have to say, you are much like your Great-grandfather. That’s a major compliment
Kevin nodded and the two men shook hands.
Kevin and Greg hurried up to the house from the boathouse
as the freezing rain turned to snow.
Kevin couldn’t bring himself to sent Jenna Floyd home with her new baby.
Tony Floyd was a good guy, and a hard worker, but not a planner. Their home, though small, would be almost impossible to convert
to wood heat, and there would be no running water. They were far from the lake and couldn’t easily transport water with
their vehicle out of commission due to the HEMP burst. Tony agreed to work for Kevin in return for room and board for himself,
wife, and new baby.
There were a few similar cases at the Farm, and Kevin gave the okay for Claude to make the same
arrangements to allow the real hardship families to stay.
Polly, despite the situation, was in seventh heaven having
a baby to help care for. And Jenna and Tony both pitched in and helped every way they could, Jenna in the kitchen and greenhouse,
and Tony around the Homestead.
The Parker brothers stayed at the Homestead, as well, at Kevin’s invitation. Both
were bachelors and had military experience. Kevin expressed his concern about future attacks on the Homestead and they agreed
to maintain security and help with the other work that Kevin didn’t have time to do because of his frequent trips to
town in the Munson. He took limited amounts of supplies and helped where he could to get people set up for the hard times
Greg Vane was the other person staying at the Homestead, with his family of wife and two daughters. They were
in much the same situation as the Floyds, but through no real fault of their own. When they had gone in, with the last load
of Townies, they found their house looted and burned almost to the ground. Though there were other homes that they could have
taken, Kevin preferred the family stay at the Homestead. All four were hard workers, despite the girls’ ages of only
eleven and thirteen.
Greg was great with the boats, and Nancy could and did work outside with the men, and then helped
in the kitchen and greenhouse when she wasn’t. And she and Greg both had combat experience, giving Kevin even more confidence
that the Homestead would be in safe hands even when he and Greg were in town. Everyone was armed with the weapons of their
choice from the Armory, though no one except Samantha knew from where the guns seemingly materialized.
But that was
the limit to the bedrooms in the house at the Homestead. If anyone else stayed permanently they would either have to live
in the shelter, which Kevin was adamantly not going to allow, or living quarters would have to be brought in.
the changes at the Farm finalized, with the additional housing he had available, had Henry Jenkins, the arborist that cared
for the trees on the both properties, and Samuel Lufkin, the local large animal vet, and their families in residence. Then
there were the three families like the Floyds. Young couples with babies or small children, or a baby on the way. Until arrangements
could be made for adequate housing in town, they would stay at the Farm.
Claude had been right in two of his thoughts
that day Kevin had stopped and talked to him in the freezing rain. Some people didn’t make it through the winter, and
others were less than happy with the way Kevin was sharing his wealth.
Kevin did his best to guide people to make the
changes necessary to convert their existing house to wood heat, and arrange for proper sanitation, which meant outhouses,
and water, which meant carrying it from the lake and boiling it for safety.
Most did their best, but it was not a large
community. There were other preppers in the area, but they were staying close to home. Kevin knew where three separate compounds
were, and talked to them regularly on the Amateur Radio, but they offered no help with the local situation.
came to a head in May. Even at that late date, winter was still the norm, with there having been only a few days of spring
like weather. Kevin and Greg had stopped at the Farm and picked up some fresh meat and greenhouse vegetables, to add to the
smaller quantity of greenhouse produce from the Homestead.
Kevin usually let Abner Cousins know ahead of time when
he was bringing food in. Abner ran the service station with mini-mart before the war and was doing essentially the same thing
now, with Kevin his only supplier.
Abner sold or traded the products Kevin brought, and Kevin gave him a portion of
the proceeds. Abner was at the marina, as expected, but so was a crowd of at least twenty people, mostly men. Kevin recognized
some of them as Townies, but there were some that not only did he not recognize, but didn’t like the look of very much.
eased the Munson to the boat ramp, wondering if he was making a mistake. Suddenly a couple of men had Abner by the arms. He
wasn’t going anywhere. Clarence Dowdy stepped toward the Munson and said, “Kevin, we here to take this load. We’ve
decided that the Farm is part of the town and should be run by our new town council. We’ll be out tomorrow to put our
own people in place.”
Greg was ready to fight, Kevin knew. But Kevin had no wish to die at the moment, and he
would if a fight started. There were guns already in the hands of half the group facing him. “Take the load and go,”
Kevin said coldly.
“Just like that?” Clarence asked.
“Just like that,” replied Kevin,
drawing disappointed looks from Greg and Abner. “Drop the ramp, Greg.”
Greg did so, reluctantly, and stepped
back. Those of the group without guns hurriedly moved forward and began carrying the crates of produce and meat from the Munson
to the top of the boat ramp.
As soon as the man with the last crate stepped off the bow ramp, Kevin slipped the water
jets into reverse and backed away from the boat ramp without waiting for Greg to lift the ramp. He continued backwards until
he was well away from shore before slowing. He had Greg up the ramp and then Kevin set out for the farm at high speed.
saw the look on Kevin’s face and shivered slightly, thinking, “I’m glad I’m on his side and not with
that bunch back there.”
Kevin left it to Greg to secure the boat when they made landing at the Farm. He jumped
over the bow ramp and strode toward the Farm office building.
“Didn’t expect you back,” Claude said.
Then, noticing the look on Kevin’s face, asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Got hijacked. A bunch
of the Townies took the load when we landed. They plan on coming out and taking over the Farm.”
you know that?” Claude asked.
“They said so. Right out. Get everyone together. I want to talk to them.”
stuck his head out the door and called to his foreman. “Jake! Get everyone together. Emergency safety meeting.”
Boss,” Jake said and headed out the front door of the small office building immediately.
Claude stayed silent
as Kevin paced, looking ready to explode. When Jake came back and said, “Everyone is in the meeting room,” Kevin
still said nothing and just headed for the room.
“Okay,” Kevin said when he got to the front of the room.
“We have a problem. Serious problem. There is a group of Townies that has declared that the Farm is now part of the
town and will be run by the town council. They have stated that they will come out tomorrow and take the place over.
intend to fight. Anyone here that wants to leave before the fight starts, get your stuff and I’ll take you to any place
on the lake you want. Those willing to fight, stay, and we’ll go over a strategy.”
There was much murmuring,
and two people suddenly got up and left the meeting room. After several long moments of silence, Kevin spoke again. “There
are preparations already in place that will make the defense of the Farm much safer and easier than you might think. Some
of you may have noticed the earth berms pushed up here and there on the Farm, especially on the access road.
berms are fighting positions, arranged to provide protective fire for each other. I suspect that an assault will also be made
by boat. With a little preparation, our own boats will take on that attack if it occurs.
“All those that aren’t
satisfied with the weapons you have, stay and talk to Claude. We have effective weapons available for everyone that wants
one. Another chance for anyone to leave with no hard feelings.”
A lot of looking around took place, but no one
else got up and left. “Give Claude and me a few minutes and then you can get together with him about the weapons and
the plan of defense.”
The Farm employees and dependants made their way out of the meeting room quietly. Kevin
turned to Claude. “You know what we have available here. There are some Barrett M82A1 sniper rifles at the Farm. We’ll
run four of them over here. Pick out your best shooters and plan on three of the Barrett’s supporting the approaches
by land, and one to watch the water approach.”
“Will do, Kevin. Unless they bring a couple of squads of
trained troops, they don’t have a chance against us. You think they even suspect that?”
“No. I don’t.
But I want this one battle to be the last battle we have to fight. Things are tough enough now without this kind of thing
going on. We need people that are willing to cooperate with us, not take over. This is my property and so is the Homestead.
My Great-grandfather set them up, I believe, to be a center of positive influence and help for the local community in times
of trouble. I just don’t think that a town council can run the Farm any better than you can, or be any more fair in
distributing our goods than we are doing. The expectation of something in return for enough food to eat isn’t unreasonable
in my opinion. And as egotistical as that it is, my opinion is the one that counts as long as I control the Homestead and
“I’m with you, Kevin,” Claude said. “Most of the group here, is too. I think
any dissenters will change their mind when they see what the have-nots will do in their attempt to take from the haves.”
Get everyone ready. It could be as early as dawn when the attack comes, though I doubt it. But I want everything ready by
then. I’ll send the Barrett’s over as soon as I get back to the Homestead.”
“You can count
on me,” Claude said. The two men shook hands and Kevin headed back down to the Munson.
When Greg saw Kevin striding
down the road toward him he quickly untied the Munson and had it ready to go when Kevin stepped past a small group of people
waiting and boarded the boat. He went into the wheelhouse. “Get them on here and find out where they want to go.”
Kevin stood stonily in place behind the wheel until the group was loaded and sitting down in the Munson’s
cabin, their gear stacked outside. He looked over at Greg.
“Town. All of them,” Greg said.”
nodded and backed the Munson from the boat ramp. “Hang on, Greg. We have a lot to do and a short time in which to do
A light rain started on the way back to town, but it wasn’t a freezing rain. Just cold. It rather
fit with Kevin’s mood.
“Mr. Crain,” said one of the men that was getting ready to get off the boat
at a point just outside of town. Kevin had refused to take them to the marina. “I hope you understand…”
He looked over at his wife and their six year old son. “They’re all I have… I can’t risk…”
look softened. “I know, Howard. I know. You have to do what you think best.”
“Thank you. And if you
have a radio I can use, I’ll give you as much information as I can on what is going on without jeopardizing my family.”
looked at Howard for a moment and then reached under the console of the wheelhouse and picked up a marine band handy-talky.
“Don’t risk yourself or your family,” Kevin said, handing the radio to Howard. He named a channel and Howard
Howard was the last off the Munson and looked back. Kevin thought he might just change his mind, but when Howard
looked at his wife and child he didn’t turn back to the boat. He headed for the road that led to town.
began to come down harder as Kevin headed the Munson toward the Homestead. He radioed ahead to have everyone assemble so he
could talk to them when he got there.
He gave essentially the same speech as he had at the Farm. No one indicated in
any way that they wanted to leave. The Parker brothers and Greg all immediately volunteered to go to the Farm and lend a hand
there, but Kevin shook his head.
“We’ll be in the Munsons in case some of them come by boat. With the fuel
situation the way it is, I think that will be the primary avenue of attack, though I didn’t tell Claude that. I want
the Farm concentrating on land defense and let us worry about the Lake. I want the Homestead battened down for an attack.
Now, I don’t think they’ll try anything here, but I want a watch kept and everyone armed that can use a gun. Samantha,
can you lend me a hand?”
Samantha nodded and the others left to take care of the preparations for a possible
attack. She followed Kevin outside. After stopping in the workshop for shovels, they went to the far end of the firing range
berm and dug out the outside doors to the armory.
When Kevin radioed for Paul and Pete Parker to come out there both
whistled at the sight of the six Barrett scoped rifles and cans of ammunition that Kevin and Samantha had removed from the
armory. Both men’s eyes went to the just uncovered entrance of the armory, but they said nothing about it.
of these go to the Farm, with two cans of ammunition each. The other two stay here.”
It took two trips to get
everything situated. Samantha volunteered to take the weapons to the Farm in the Nautica. Kevin almost said no, but she had
the determined look on her face he’d come to recognize. He sent her off with a wave, and worried the entire time she
While he was waiting anxiously for Samantha to get back, Kevin familiarized Nancy, Jenna, and the Parker
brothers of the prepared defenses of the Homestead. He let Paul take it from there.
He and Greg began to load the Homestead’s
Munson with guns and ammunition. Then everyone lent a hand to fill sandbags that were stacked into a fighting position in
the cargo area of the Munson. Enough bags were filled to do the same for the Farm’s Munson.
Great-grandfather really covered the bases, didn’t he?” Paul asked, nodding toward the stack of sandbags that
Kevin had shown up with.
“Just about,” Kevin said. “I hope it’s enough.”
said a short prayer of relief when Samantha backed the Nautica into the boathouse. She was perfectly fine and began to help
with the sandbags. “They’re really working at getting ready,” she told Kevin. “And the Barrett’s
are really appreciated. One of the guys used one in the service and is going to give the other gunners a crash course in their
use and care.”
Kevin nodded. “Okay. Good. Now, you’re familiar with the defenses, but Paul is experienced.
“I’m driving one of the boats,” Samantha said evenly.
driving one of the boats,” Samantha repeated. “Don’t even waste your time.”
The others carefully
minded their own business for a few minutes as Kevin tried everything he knew to change Samantha’s mind.
change. She was at the helm of the Homestead Munson at three the next morning. Kevin, Greg, and Tony were aboard. Greg would
be at the helm of the Farm Munson, with Tony in the fighting station. Kevin would be in the fighting station of the Homestead
It was still dark when Greg and Tony transferred to the other Munson. Claude had a team ready to help move
and stack the sandbags. He and Kevin conferred for a few moments, but it was interrupted when Samantha called for Kevin. “It’s
Howard on the radio.”
“Yes, Howard?” Kevin asked, having joined Samantha.
leaving. Three cars and trucks. But they’re full of guys. And from what I can see, a whole bunch of boats are getting
ready. But I don’t think they’ll leave until the vehicles can get there.”
Kevin said. He hung up the mike to the radio and stepped out of the wheelhouse. “Finish it up. There is a fleet waiting
for us to take care of.”
The last few sandbags were hurriedly placed, and Tony climbed into center of them. He
was handed two rifles and a heavy bag of magazines.
Kevin did likewise. When the two men were in place, Kevin said,
“Let’s go take it to them. No need to wait until they’re ready.”
Both Munsons were soon on
plane, headed for town at their highest speed in the dark, a slight rain misting the windshield of the helm station. Kevin
had Samantha slow down when he saw lights and activity at the marina. Greg followed suit.
Kevin and Tony each emptied
an eight-round en-bloc clip from an M-1 Garand before those at the marina located the sound of the shots and saw the muzzle
flashes as the two men reloaded the Garands and kept firing.
With the slight motion of the Munsons, and the distance
of four-hundred yards, it wasn’t sniper grade shooting. But people were falling, holes were appearing in inanimate objects,
and the sound of bullets passing those on the marina gave many of them pause in their actions.
But the hard core of
the group rallied the rest and they took to the boats they’d been loading. Engines fired up, a total of twelve boats
headed directly into the teeth of Kevin’s and Tony’s shooting. Several on the boats began firing, but with the
boats moving as fast as they were, they hit little.
Kevin had Samantha fire up the engines again and head for the Farm
at a moderate speed. Greg quickly followed suit. The firing from the boats was getting more accurate as they gained on the
Munsons. Both boats began to take rounds that went through the aluminum.
Kevin blanched when the windshield of the
wheelhouse starred almost in line with Samantha’s head. The bullet had traveled all the way through the back of the
cabin and out the front. One of the Townies had something more powerful than the rest, and whoever it was had the range.
Samantha to stay down and start a zig-zag course, Kevin reloaded the Garand but set it aside and picked up an HK-91 with a
20-round magazine. He climbed out of the protection of the sandbags and moved to the rear of the boat. Trying to time the
shots with the motion of the boat, he emptied the magazine. One boat suddenly slowed and changed course. One of the others
was too close and ran into the first one at high speed, both boats going dead in the water.
Several of the other boats
slowed for a moment, but the five in the lead stayed on course at high speed. Kevin stuck his head in the wheelhouse and told
Samantha, “Stay down and as soon as I’m back in the sandbags, turn and head right toward them at high speed.”
eyes were wide, and fear showed on her face, but she nodded gamely and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
making his moves based on the other boat and he turned when Samantha turned. Kevin and Tony were both using the HK-91s now
firing rapidly and reloading from the bags of magazines beside them.
Kevin winced when he head rounds going through
the aluminum of the boat. Then one round hit a sandbag next to his face and he flinched. It took a moment for him to clear
his stinging eyes. When he could see again, the two small fleets were almost on one another. Kevin could see and hear Tony
firing. Taking aim again, Kevin opened up. The man in the bow of the lead boat tumbled into the water and the boat began to
Kevin was impressed with Samantha when she skillfully turned the boat, causing their wake to slam into yet
another boat. It came to a stop, several people in the water. Then Tony got a lucky shot and one of the boats went up in flames
when its fuel tank was hit and blew.
Greg had turned the opposite way from Samantha and two boats went after him, pumping
round after round into the back of the Munson. But when Greg suddenly brought the boat about in a breathtaking turn and dead
stop, Tony did his thing and managed to hit the helmsmen in two of the boats, and take out a shooter, as well.
had the range then and hit at least one shooter in the early dawn light. Then the helmsman in that boat. It went into a high
speed, uncontrolled turn and Samantha swung wide to avoid it.
The other attacking boats began to turn tail and run.
Kevin intended to make the lesson a hard one. He yelled at Samantha to give chase. He was surprised that Greg didn’t,
too, but shots were still coming from the other boat. Kevin could tell when Tony switched to the Garand again, as the range
One of the boats was well in the lead, but Kevin peppered the other three that were left. He really hated
destroying equipment that would run, so he tried to avoid hitting the engines. But despite his care, he holed the engine of
the closest boat and it began to slow. Samantha went past it and Kevin emptied the magazine into the boat. It was no longer
The other two craft spread and took off in different directions. Kevin motioned to Samantha to continue after
the lead boat. She had the throttles against the stops and the speed generated wind whistled through the holes in the boat.
switched to the Garand the way Tony had, and began arching bullets toward the boat. It was approaching the marina boat ramp
at high speed and Kevin suddenly wondered if there was anyone at the wheel.
There must have been, for the boat nosedived
suddenly when the prop was thrown into reverse. “Stop! Stop!” Kevin yelled and Samantha brought the Munson to
a fast stop. Kevin waited for the three stern waves to pass before he sighted carefully on the other boat, which was now partially
up the ramp.
He was aiming at where the helmsman should be inside the cabin, but a figure burst out of the cabin and
Kevin switched aim. The figure went down, laying half in and half out of the boat. Another man came out of the cabin, holding
up one arm and hand. The other arm lay limply by his side.
Samantha, at Kevin’s hand motion, steered the Munson
up next to the other boat. Kevin didn’t recognize the other man as he motioned him to the rear of his boat. Kevin was
in the act of climbing out of the ring of sandbags when a shot rang out. And then another and another.
rest of the way out of the gun emplacement, Kevin managed to hold onto the HK-91 and brought it around. But Samantha had handled
the situation handsomely. Not only was the man with the supposedly injured arm face down on the deck, the third man that had
been on the boat and came out of the cabin shooting was crumpled right in the cabin door.
Kevin dropped the ramp of
the Munson and checked the three men. All were dead. He turned around when the other Munson idled up to the boat ramp.
stuck his head out of the wheelhouse and yelled, “Greg is hit. It’s bad!”
“I’m going after the doctor,”
Kevin yelled back and sprinted to the van. Kevin was amazed that it was still there. He figured someone would have figured
out what was keeping it from starting. But all they’d done was break out all the windows and bust the headlights and
After de-activating the kill switches, Kevin raced toward the clinic. There was a light on and Kevin came
to a sliding stop and jumped out of the van. He ran into the clinic. Dr. Michelle Holloway was there, dressed, with her bag
ready. Both the nurses were also there. They wore medical backpacks.
“You knew?” Kevin asked.
Holloway nodded. “How bad is it?”
“I don’t know. I’m only concerned at the moment with
one of my men on the boat.”
“Let’s go, then.” Michelle said, stepping toward the door of the
Kevin got them to the marina and the three began to work on Greg right there on the boat. Two hours later Michelle
stood up and said, “It’s up to him and God now. We’ve done all we can with what we have. Bed rest and plenty
of good food and no stress may pull him through. Or it might not.” She tossed Kevin a bottle. “One a day until
he doesn’t need them any more.”
Kevin nodded and put the bottle in his pocket. The two nurses were checking
the men in the other boat. They simply confirmed what Kevin already knew. It was then that he turned and saw Samantha. Her
face was white, and at first Kevin thought it was just the sight of the dead. But then he noticed she was holding her left
arm in her right hand. There was a steak of blood on her coat from just below her armpit to the waist.
Why didn’t you say something?” Kevin cried and ran over to her. “Michelle! Michelle!”
turned around and saw the two. She hurried over and moved Kevin out of the way as she called for the nurses. They shielded
Samantha from Kevin’s sight as they worked on her.
It was only fifteen minutes before Michelle stood up and told
Kevin, “It’s not too bad. Classic flesh wound. Grazed the left breast, went under the skin and grooved a rib.
Went out the back without any more damage.”
She stepped out of the way when Kevin went to Samantha, her coat
wrapped around her again. “I thought I’d lost you! Why didn’t you say something? You could have bled to
“I knew it wasn’t bad. Greg… Greg was much more important.”
ever say that,” Kevin said, almost angrily. “Greg is important of course. But you’re the most important
thing in my life. I couldn’t bear to lose you now.”
Tony, Michelle, and the nurses made themselves scarce.
mean that, Kevin?”
“Yes, I mean it.” His voice was still harsh. “I love you. I didn’t
really realize it until I saw you hurt. I love you.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you finally realized.
I’ve been head over heels in love with you for a very long time.”
Careful of her side, Kevin took her gently
in his arms and kissed her.
“I need to check on others for injuries,” Michelle said after the third kiss.
“People could be dying.”
“Yes. Yes. Of course,” Kevin said. “Tony. Take Samantha and
Greg back to the Homestead. I’ll take the Ladies on their rounds.”
Samantha started to protest, but fell
silent when she saw Kevin’s look. Docilely she sat down on one of the fallen sandbags and watched Greg while Tony fired
up the boat and head for the Homestead at moderate speed.
“How many?” Michelle asked as they headed for
one of the drifting boats.
“Don’t know and don’t really care as long as this finished it. Too many
people are going to die because of the conditions to waste a life on warfare.”
“I’m a little amazed
that you feel that way, as mercilessly as you seemed to have conducted this campaign. You knew they were coming and just met
them head on. Couldn’t you have tried to negotiate?”
Michelle was checking one of the men in the first
boat they came to. “Another dead one. This one bled to death.”
Kevin’s stony face told her he didn’t
care, as he answered. “They threatened Abner and said they were coming to take over the Farm. Just like that. So, just
like that, I responded. It is my property and I intend to defend it. Too many people depend on it for it to fall into anyone’s
hands that won’t see to it that everything is done that can be done, for this area to survive what is to come.”
you see yourself as a savior?” Kevin was maneuvering close to one of the boats just barely afloat. There was one man
clinging to it.
“Bring him aboard and tie him up,” Kevin ordered. “There are blankets in the cabin.”
aren’t just going to shoot him?” Michelle asked, seeming surprised when Kevin didn’t.
I’m not going to shoot him. It’s Mike Blount. He has a family to take care of. They need him. It’s his pure
luck that he didn’t die. He agrees to leave us alone from now on, he’ll be able to buy food and fuel from us,
just like before.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Michelle said as the two nurses took care
of the man. A hard look from Kevin and one of them tied Mike’s hands and then covered him with the blanket.
Kevin asked, steering for the next floating body.
“Do you see yourself as a savior?” Michelle repeated.
small smile curved Kevin’s lips. “Savior? Certainly not. I just one man protecting what is mine, and doing the
best I can to help those that both need it and deserve it.”
“But you have no right to decide who deserves
The two nurses pulled another half-alive attacker up the lowered ramp and onto the cargo deck of the Munson.
Michelle turned to treat him as Kevin replied, “I might not have the right, but I do have the resources, and I intend
to remain in control of what is left.”
Michelle looked back at Kevin. “What is left?”
don’t have an unending supply, Michelle. This community, other than what it can produce on its own, is dependent on
what my group can produce in the greenhouses for this year. Possibly next. I don’t think we are going to have a full
blown nuclear winter. But it is fact that this summer we aren’t going to be able to grow field crops. If summer is as
delayed next year as much as it was this year, we’re all in big trouble.”
“And if that happens, you’ll
just circle the wagons on your little kingdom and let the rest of us starve.”
“Don’t put words into
my mouth,” Kevin replied, his voice harsh. “Yes. It is my little kingdom, since you put it that way, and I’ll
destroy, if I can, anyone that tries to take it from me.”
“I see. So, I should refer to you now as ‘Your
Kevin was getting fed up with the conversation. He was eager to know how things had gone at
the Farm. If there were any more injuries. Or, and he shivered, deaths, of his employees and others under his care.
you wish. Kevin is fine with me. You just do your job, as agreed, and you’ll be okay.”
and again focused on the injured man. He was from one of the boats that had burned. One arm was burned badly, and he had almost
Despite his itch to leave those that had attacked to their own devices and go see about the Farm, Kevin continued
to ease the Munson up to each body floating in the water, and to the boats, checking for those that were still alive. The
dead Kevin insisted be left for pickup later. The living took precedence.
He continued to insist that those even remotely
possible of starting trouble be tied up after they were treated. After what seemed an interminable time, Kevin finally nosed
the Munson up against the boat ramp. They were met by Claude and several of the Farm hands, all still armed.
lose anyone?” Kevin called, standing beside the cabin of the Munson to keep an eye on his captives.
Claude called back. “Couple of minor wounds, but nothing serious. It was a massacre. They didn’t know what hit
“Any survivors?” Kevin asked then as he lowered the ramp so Michelle and the nurses could
get off the boat.
“None,” Claude replied, stepping aboard the boat. He looked at the seven captives lying
on the cargo deck. “I see you had a few.”
“Yeah,” Kevin replied. “How did it go down?”
must have thought they were totally undetected. They left the vehicles down at the gate and came marching up the driveway.
They weren’t using lights, so they stayed on the road. We had people behind every berm. Waited until the group was well
past the first berm and then we let loose. They all went down in the first volley.”
Fourteen men and two women.”
Kevin shook his head. “What a waste. Don’t know for sure, but we killed
at least twelve.”
“What do we do with these?” Claude asked, nodding at the captives. “Execute
There were cries of fear and a lot of begging for mercy.
“No. No. We’ll just let them
go. They know, if any of them try anything else, the penalty will be death, if they aren’t killed in a new attack.”
captives all relaxed slightly.
“Find someone to go back with me and I’ll unload this bunch. When Tony brings
the other Munson back, load up their dead, and pick up the bodies from the lake that you can find. Take one of the Toolcats
with you to dig a grave wherever the survivors want it and bury the bodies.”
Kevin went back to the wheelhouse
of the Munson and tried the radio. Samantha answered immediately.
“You all right?” she asked.
fine,” Kevin replied. “Just a bit sick to my stomach at the carnage I’ve caused.” When he looked forward
again, he saw Michelle watching him. He didn’t know if she’d hear him though the busted windshield, and didn’t
really care either way.
“Did anything happen there?” he asked Samantha.
“Yes. Two people with
dynamite bombs tried to sneak in and set them… Don’t know where they planned on, but neither one made it. We have
a big hole in the driveway, now, plus six sticks of dynamite.”
“Send Tony to the Farm, with the bodies,
or what’s left of them. I’m taking the survivors from the lake back to town to turn them loose.”
think that wise?” Samantha asked.
“I’m not going to execute them. Nor keep them as slave labor, which
is about the only other choice.”
“Okay. I’ll get Tony on the way. Greg seems to be doing okay. He’s
conscious and asking what happened.”
Kevin breathed a sigh of relief. It was a very good sign. “Excellent!
I’ll be home in a few hours. Keep a watch in the meantime, just in case there was someone else.”
hung up the microphone and started the engines of the Munson. He raised the ramp and headed for the Marina. Michelle tried
to start up another conversation with him, but Kevin brushed her off. She went back out onto the deck and began to talk to
some of the survivors.
Just before Kevin was ready to leave the marina, with the survivors on shore with Michelle and
the nurses, a large group of town residents showed up. Kevin tensed slightly when he saw that several were armed, but none
of them made any hostile moves toward the Munson.
There were sudden cries and several of the group ran to the captives,
whom the nurses were now untying. One woman walked toward the Munson and quietly asked, “Is that all of the ones that
“Yes,” Kevin said. “The bodies will be here in a while.”
The woman turned
and walked away without another word. Several people followed her when she bypassed the crowd and kept walking.
started the Munson and headed for the Homestead. Samantha was waiting for him in the boathouse.
Keys To The Kingdom
It took two days to locate all the bodies in the water and get them to the town and buried. Kevin grated
at using the fuel, but decided it best to give everyone in town that had lost someone some kind of closure. The working vehicles
that the land contingent used were returned to the town and left at the Town Hall.
It took two weeks to patch all the
holes in the two Munsons, and over a month to find suitable glass with which to replace that shot out during the battle.
during that time a close watch was kept, but no one else from the town tried to get any type of revenge. June third saw the
first full day of sunshine, with a temperature in the seventies. Kevin and several of the others that understood the dire
possibilities sighed in relief. The change in the weather was a good sign that the nuclear war’s influence on the weather
would be short-lived.
Those that had drawn weapons from Kevin were allowed to keep them, and encouraged to carry them
any time they were away from the Homestead or the Farm. Every trip to town with one of the Munsons with a food delivery now
was comprised of at least six people, all armed.
From time to time, Kevin would look at the lone key he now wore on
a chain around his neck and wondered about the fifth lock. Where it was. What removing the lock would reveal. Forty-seven
years later his eldest son wondered the same thing when Kevin gave him the key.
The equipment and supplies sat
in cool, dark, dry, silence waiting for the day a key would turn in a lock, and a set of doors would open, revealing more
of the senior Kevin’s preparations for emergencies.
Jerry D Young