Notes from the Edge

  I am in the middle of home construction, writing and a half dozen other projects. I spent yesterday doing yard work, cutting tree limbs and trees, clearing out an old garden, and in the midst of that the delivery truck showed up with all of the building materials I ordered and, of course, I was here alone when it showed up.

The delivery guy uses a lift to take the stuff off the truck bed, a tractor trailer flatbed actually, and sets it on the ground. So, there it was, a pile of Sheetrock, studs, and other building materials sitting in my driveway. I had been in the middle of cutting down a tree, so I went back to that. A kind of, ‘Finish one thing before you start the next thing approach.’ And of course I was hoping someone might show up to help.

The Tree: If you have ever cut down a tree you have maybe been where I was yesterday. In the ground, stretching up into the sky, the tree didn’t look so big, tall, formidable. First, a short explanation about why I had to cut down the tree: It was where it should not have been. Maybe that’s a little too short, here is a longer explanation: Over the years the previous owners had allowed the tree to grow right next to the house. As a result the trunk was now touching the roof edge, and towering over the garage, and the base was right up against the garage wall, to one side of the door.

At first, I thought, I’ll buy an ax and chop it down. Then I looked it over and decided it would take all weekend to chop it down, and, besides, I don’t know anything about chopping trees down, so I canned
that idea. Next I thought of a chainsaw. But, I thought, if I buy a chainsaw to cut down this one tree that isn’t a very good tool cost to tool return ratio. And, knowing me, I will begin to look for other things to cut down. And, that is bad as there is a whole forest behind my house. And, I have seen people juggle chainsaws, not that I would, but… So, I decided against the chainsaw. So, how to get the tree down?

I looked it over, judged the tree to be no big deal. Went and got my new reciprocating saw (This is a great tool for any do it yourself-er.). It is like the electric knife you use to slice the turkey with, only a lot bigger and with a selection of blades to cut through nearly anything at all. Cut a car in half? No problem. Cut a
wall right out of your house? No problem. Cut a pipe, piece of wood, window opening into a wall (That is why I bought it. I want a window where there is none), no problem. I know these things are true because I have used a reciprocating saw to do them at various times in my life. But, cut down a tree? No. Never.

I sorted through the blades. I bought blades for everything, but there were none marked ‘Tree Cutting’ so I selected one marked ‘Wood and Metal’. I ran out the extension cord, plugged in the saw and started
cutting. I mean, why think it out first? It’s a tree. It needs to be cut down. The saw is in my hand. Could it be any clearer? Well, as it turns out, it could be.

I began my cuts on the front, a wedge chunk cut out in the direction I wanted the tree to fall (I saw that as a kid hanging around loggers one day in the woods. The north country used to be full of loggers. That’s how they did it). Step one done. My cat, Buster, peeked around the corner of the house at me, decided I was crazy, and took off toward the other side of the house. But, I have noticed, unlike dogs, cats will abandon you in times of need, or just when you need a little encouragement. A dog will look at you and grin, and your confidence soars. A cat looks at you, shakes it head and runs away and you begin to rethink your entire life. Don’t get me started on cats.

Okay, I moved on to step two, coming from the back of the tree and cutting towards the front notch I had made. I guess now would be the appropriate time to say I had taken off my gloves, believing I did
not need them. And, also, to note three other things. First: A reciprocating saw is not made to cut down trees. Second: If you’re going to use a reciprocating, or any type of saw, for something other than what it was intended for, wear your damn gloves! And Third: Don’t try this at home kids. I’m a trained professional writer, and I have written about people who have cut down trees with reciprocating saws, so I have some experience.

Ten minutes later, I realized my plan was not going according to, well, my plan. My plan was simple and effective, cut the tree through until it fell. I like simple plans like that because there isn’t much to go wrong. But, the blade was not coming through the tree, so I stopped. That is when I realized I had misjudged my angle, I had cut through part of the trunk and was now cutting a swath through the dirt, stone, etc, that surrounded the tree, but not actually making any progress into the trunk itself.

$#@%*$#, I said. And then a few other things I have neglected to write down here. I looked at my palm, no gloves, so I had blistered the palm in a quarter sized circle. Brilliant, I thought. Then, @#$%^*$# Tree, I muttered. The tree didn’t seem to mind. It sort of just stood there. I repositioned the saw and began again. This would have been a good time for someone to interfere, but no one did.

It only took a half minute of cutting at the right angle to cut through to the notch, and then the tree swayed back onto the garage and the blade, stopping the saw. The tree seemed about to go over onto the roof, and that was when I realized just how big that tree was. Even so, I put my weight into it, convinced it to pivot, and down it came, away from the roof and the garage, just like I had planned it.

That was when I noticed that neighbors on both sides had stopped to watch. Probably sure I would drop the tree on the house or the garage, but I disappointed them and dropped the tree on my truck instead.
Everything got quiet instantly it seemed. I heard my neighbor on one side snigger, but when I turned in that direction he seemed to be looking up at the sky for rain. Which, I might add, I should have been doing.

So, there I am. Tree on truck. A huge load of building materials sitting in my driveway, neighbors amused to say the least, a hole worn into my palm. A second blister on my thumb.

I know, quit whining.

Okay, I will.

After I cut up the tree into manageable chunks with the reciprocating saw, I realized that my mistake had been misjudging the size of the tree. And the weight of the tree. And the wisdom of cutting down a tree
with a reciprocating saw. And, well, maybe the cat was smart to hit the road early on. Once it was in pieces it didn’t seem so big to me. I had planned to load the pieces into the truck and take them to the
land fill. But, the truck was a little messed up, so I dragged the trees around to the back of the house and made a pile, called the wrecker for the truck, and about the time I had that done it was obvious I had to get the materials inside before the rain began. I barely made it.

In the end I sat and watched the rain fall as I sipped a Lipton Iced tea (Love that stuff), picked at the broken blister on my injured hand, and wondered why I ever decided I could cut down a tree with a
reciprocating saw in the first place. Was I really an idiot, or only a throwback to the days when… Uh, I have no ending for that, because I’m pretty sure there never were days where men and women cut down trees with reciprocating saws. I mean, how would they get the power out there in the deep woods? And, in my deep woods, there are always bad things lurking about, so they would have been killed and eaten by something long before they cut any trees down, with or without a reciprocating saw.

I thanked God that I didn’t hit the car too, which had been sitting right next to the truck. At least there is something to drive until the truck comes back… If the truck comes back. On the plus side, the tree is no longer growing into the garage roof, and since I was on a roll I actually raked up all the mess I made and things look pretty good. And, all of the materials are here for me to start the remodeling job on Monday. And, skin grows back. My palm will heal. I fear the truck is terminal though.

In other news. I got very little work done on writing, but it is progressing. The OutRunners book is still with the editor. The oppressive heat
wave and high humidity broke for a while last night. A promise of
things to come? I hope so. And, Open
Office, the software I use, has a new if you are an Open Office fan. If you aren’t, you should be.
It’s free and very good.

The
rain was good for all things living, except the cat. He did not
appreciate the rain at all. Came running up to me and jumped on my
lap soaking wet, and cats do not like being wet, so, instead of
shaking like a dog will, he just rubbed against me until he was dry
again. Great. None of the drywall got wet. That would have been
worse. And, nothing lasts forever. And, the tree is not rubbing
against the garage. I know I said that but it bears repeating because
it was the whole reason I went out there in the first place. Oh, and
the reciprocating saw was not damaged at all. So, I can cut that hole
in the wall tomorrow that I wanted to cut to install a new window.
Wish me luck…

Hope you had a great week. I’ll be back next Sunday…

I will leave you with a free chapter of Earth’s Survivors: World Order:

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EARTH’S SURVIVORS: WORLD ORDER

POST
PLAGUE

Frequent Walker

In this world time moves by, doesn’t stop for you or me. The ones who
stop and wait are the ones who never see…

So my feet… move me on though they’re weary of this flight. They
will lead me to tomorrow, wipe the fallen from my sight…

In my life I have seen distant dreams of futures past, and the one
who filled my cup left it empty at the last…

And my eyes, tired from sight, rimmed in red and slow to see, can’t
conceive eternity from the edge of what can be…

Walk alone through this world. Through this cold I’ve always known.
Taking only what I need from the seed that has been sown…

And this world sells itself pretty dreams that cannot be, and though
we stop to look we can never truly see…

Take my time, tap the glass, raise the bubbles from my cure. Pull the
curtains on my pasts, and all I thought they ever were…

As my soul finds its way, push the darkness from my mind. Lay your
words upon my heart as my rest I go to find…

Pick me up. Fill my cup. Fix the damage in my head…

Fill my soul. Make me whole. Raise me from the dead…

Show my eyes what can be. shine your light so I can see…

Let my heart lead me on, from your memories in my mind. lay your
coins upon my eyes, speak your magic line by line…

As my sun slowly sets I will try not to forget all the lessons from
this world and the souls that I have met…

Lyrics copyright 2010 Geo Dell

PROLOGUE

Post Plague:

Year 32: October 39^th

The Nation

Bear sat at the mouth of the cave staring out over the valley below.
This close to the thick plastic the air was cold, but the wooden
benches were comfortable, if a little hard. They had served for
dozens upon dozens of people since Mike and James had built them some
thirty years before. They still served them well. He turned and
smiled at several children who sat nearby pointing out different
landmarks in the valley far below. The children, especially, never
seemed to tire of sitting on the low benches and looking out over the
valley.

Bear chuckled to himself, turned his eyes from the other benches, and
back out on the valley far below. The snow was falling heavy. Two
hours ago late fall had been holding steady, little smudges of green
had still existed throughout all the fall foliage in the valley. Now
it was quickly becoming a blanket of white. Fall had lost this round.

Years before they had devised a new year that better kept track of
seasons and the much longer year the Earth now had. Even with a year
that now held some 95 extra days, spread throughout the year to even
the seasons out, the time still seemed to move by too quickly. Time
was never a friend to anyone, Bear thought. Well, maybe to death,
nothing else.

The seasons had worked themselves out after a few years. Some longer,
some shorter, it was winter that had come out the winner in that
round. Even slightly longer winters had a huge impact on the year
around weather and the planting that could be accomplished. It took
much longer to get through winter, Longer for spring to thaw the
valleys and fields for planting, longer for the sun to warm the
ground, and glaciers were forming in the north. Growing ever bigger
year by year. Bear had sometimes wondered in years past if he would
see them come this far. Of course the answer was no. They would not
come this far in his lifetime, but he had no doubt they would come
her eventually.

Winter was coming in strong, there would be little left to do soon,
but plan the bison hunts, and tell stories around the fire.

They still kept their own herds, started from the stock they had
worked so hard to bring into this valley, but they often hunted. The
habit was good, and it passed the skills down to the younger ones.
There were places in this still young world where those skills were
essential.

The whole mouth of the cave had been closed off from the elements for
many years. Thick plastic sheets that spanned floor to ceiling. An
aluminum frame that held them. Warmth inside, the elements without,
but always within reach. Something James had built. The last
thing James had built, Bear remembered sadly. That had been back when
Mike had lead the Nation. No, he told himself, that had been back in
the council days. Before the wars had begun. Before the years of
leaders, kings, the two queens and everything else that had come with
the wars. With the end of the Zombie Plagues and the second great
death. Even so, even in the council years, Mike had been their
leader. The council had made its decisions but Mike had lead them.

Bear had been the leader of the Nation for several years now, he had
assumed it when the Nation was broken, falling apart. He had helped
to rebuild it, but he was getting older and it was getting closer and
closer to the time when he would need to turn the reigns over to a
younger, stronger person. Maybe even this winter, he thought, as he
watched the snow swirl and blow.

Back in the cave behind him there were three generations waiting to
take their own steps into the procession that would bring them to
leadership. Some of those young men and women were ready now. It
really wasn’t something he should be thinking about, it was something
he should be doing.

“Grandfather?”

Bear smiled up into the eyes of Rain, a newborn at her breast, her
swollen belly a testament to the one coming. There were so few. He
took one of the furs from his shoulder, and laid it across the worn
wooden planking for her. A second went around her shoulders as she
sat.

“It’s not too cold for the baby this close up is it?” Bear asked.
The plastic held the weather out, but it was still very cold this
close to the huge plastic sheets.

Rain smiled back. “Thank you, grandfather. No, it isn’t too cold.”
She looked out over the valley too. ”It’s beautiful,” she said.

“It is, but it can be treacherous. Winter is here now… Probably
you should stay?” he asked the last. Too often he came off as
demanding. The rule giver. It was something that Beth had always
chided him about. His mind clouded at the memory of her, gone now for
the last ten years. And him still here, still leading.

“It’s what Ron and I thought too. Alabama Island will be there in
the spring. I thought we could send a messenger… Maybe tomorrow
after the snow?” She smiled widely. She knew he had been worried,
and she was glad that he had given them the time to work it out
between them. Glad now to give him what he would consider good news.
Bear had already stood and turned though, his large frame standing
tall from the rock floor.

“Candace,” he called out.

A young woman came from the back area of the cave. She was tall,
dark, short cut black hair framed her face. Her clothes were stitched
leather, heavy, well made. A machine gun rested upon her back. A wide
belt circled her waist, pistols on either side and a knife sheaf
depended from it. Firepower was an luxury. Not easy to come by any
longer. At one time everyone had made their own bullets, but the wars
had destroyed most of that. Now the Nation was one of the few that
still knew how to make it, and more than that, had the materials to
make it.

She came and stood next to Bear. She looked so much like her mother
and namesake, Bear thought, that it amazed him. He had known Candace
at this age, the resemblance always threw him when she was here, and
made him think for a second that reality had side slipped and he was
back in time somehow.

“I will need you to deliver a message to your mother for me,”
Bear told her. He stood and walked a short distance away and
continued to talk to her in low tones. Rain turned her face back out
to the valley and watched the thick flakes of snow fall. When they
finished their conversation they both came back to the benches.
Candace starred out over the valley, her eyes veiled.

Rain smiled at Candace, but her face barely softened. She was so
serious. The OutRunners never smiled, Rain thought. Always serious,
and Candace was no exception. Rain supposed she had been the same
during her service too, but something in Candace had gone past
service, she had come to love it. She had never left it. It was her
life. Younger than Rain herself, she had already been an OutRunner
for several years. Rain had done her own duty for two years and had
then become a wife and mother. She and Ron were going to Alabama
Island to be considered for leadership within the Fold. She listened
to the low whispers of talk between Bear and Candace and thought
about her own life as she did.

She had come to this valley as a child with the original settlers.
Years past now. That bought her to nearing her middle years, the age
of leadership in the Fold. As she looked out over the valley she
realized there was little left of the original settlement she had
watched rise from the valley floor as a child. In those days the
people had still clung to the old technology. That was long gone now,
except with the OutRunners, and some other applications like the
power plant, a few others. The people themselves had gone back to
simpler roots. The old ways James had taught them. His motto had
been, why use it just because it’s there? Do we really want to
return to the old life, or do we really want to move on to something
else? Always a challenging question, and one everyone had to answer
in their own way.

The cave, the ruins of the stone houses; that was all that remained.
It had all been destroyed in the wars. There was only a Nation at all
because Bear had come back, killed the interlopers that had enslaved
the people, freed them, Rain included, and taken the valley back. In
those days the Fold was a small faction and the Nation ruled
everything. The Nation went on to rule all of North America, but as
all large peoples they had fallen. The Fold had ascended, and then
they had fallen too. Now the remaining peoples waited for the real
end. They ruled their own small places, nothing else. The end that
had begun all those years ago was finally coming to fruition.

Those women born before the end had started, those women could
reproduce. The new ones could not. The potion that had given them all
a shot at living through the catastrophe had caused them to bear
children that could not continue the human race. Occasionally one
would bear a child, deformed, and they didn’t live long.

Bear spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

“A team is outgoing with Candace. She will tell them to look for
you in the spring.” He smiled. “Maybe that will give me time to
talk you out of leaving.” He smiled, but it was an uneasy smile.

Rain smiled. He didn’t know why they were leaving. They had told him
it was simply time to move. She didn’t know how he would feel if she
did tell him, but she hadn’t wanted to hurt him.

Bear turned back to the valley, speaking as he did. “They will know
inside of a week.”

Rain made up her mind. “They have asked us to come… To be
considered to lead… Mike himself asked for us.”

Bear turned and straightened. “Mike?” He nodded. “I thought
surely he would be dead by now, he has been so poorly. Candace is
still strong.” He looked from Candace to Rain as he spoke.

“He lives… Mother rules now,” Candace told him quietly.

“… I remember the times we spent there… When it was still good
for all of us,” Rain said. Her eyes teared up, she shifted the
baby, and looked at Bear.

Bear nodded. “You should not leave here. I have, just today, sat
staring out at this valley and wished you would stay so I could offer
you this leadership,” He turned away to hide his own eyes
from her. “Not so large as Alabama Island, but large. And in need
of new blood.” He turned back to face her. “Had I known, I would
have offered. I was afraid you would refuse it.”

“I…” she caught herself as her voice broke. “I didn’t
know…” She turned her head away and then stood quickly and walked
away.

Bear turned to Candace. “I had thought that it would be that would
lead after your parents stepped down.”

“It was offered, I refused. My place is here, in the Nation. This
valley was where I was raised, not there… I … I refused,” her
eyes seemed to struggle to say more, but it was not really necessary.

It was the same with many aspects of the split that had torn the
Nation apart. There were sides and they were chosen. After all of
these years he couldn’t think of a single reason why he had stayed
and fought for the Nation as opposed to the Fold. He reached out and
placed one large hand on her shoulder. “I understand your choices.
I am glad that there are no barriers between your mother and father
and you.” He waited for her eyes to meet his. “I hope to be going
with you. I should make some changes here.” He glanced over at
where Rain stood talking with Ron.

Candace followed his eyes.

Ron had watched Rain from the seat he shared at the fire with some of
the other hunters. He excused himself, and followed her to the back
of the cave where they made their own winter quarters.

“Rain?” he asked as he came to her and placed one massive hand on
her shoulder.

“He is stepping down… He wanted me to know he would have already
given the leadership to us.” She turned and buried her face in his
shoulder and wept. The baby fussed for a second, upset at the
confinement and emotion, and then went back to nursing, sniffling as
she did.

Ron smoothed her hair with his roughened hands. He turned her slowly,
and then pulled her and the baby down to the floor where he held her
silently for a few moments.

“What do you want, Rain. What do you want?”

“I can’t leave now. I can’t. We can lead here. We can make it
bigger. Rebuild it even more from the wars. It could be good,” Rain
said as she looked at him with her tear reddened eyes.

“Trade the sea for the snow?” he asked with a smile.

“Leaders can visit.” She shifted around. “I think all the
people that caused the wars are dead now. Just the ones who worked so
hard to end it are still going, except Beth. Bear, Mike, Candace,
Patty, Billy, Pearl. They are still here. They still want it all back
together. We should try to get this all as one again. As Leaders we
could do it. I could accept leadership here, you could accept it
there. It could work.” Her eyes pleaded with his own.

“They will turn both of us out if we tried that,” Ron told her.

“Not if we were straight forward. Accept leadership here and take
the proposal to them next spring. We will already be leaders here.
They can only say no, but I do not believe they will say no. I think
it is time to put us all back together,” Rain said softly. The baby
let go of her nipple and began to fuss. “Poor, baby,” she soothed
as she put her over her shoulder and patted her back softly, rubbing
for short periods. Her eyes met Ron’s own.

“Tell Bear. Tell Bear and see what Bear says about it,” Ron said
after a few moments.

~

Bear watched the heavy flakes fall. He had not known what to make of
Rain jumping up and leaving so quickly as she had. He only hoped it
was because she wanted time to talk to Ron about what he had said.
What he had essentially offered.

He had shocked himself. While it was true that he had been sitting
here thinking about turning leadership over, he had not thought it
would be so soon. He had hoped that when Rain and Ron came back from
their trip to Alabama Island he could approach the subject with them.
Now he could see that it would have been far too late then. They
would have left and they would never have come back.

It saddened him to think of passing leadership to someone else, but
in another way the responsibilities were too heavy. He was too old.
Candace and Mike were both younger, Mike’s health was poor, but
Candace was strong. He couldn’t understand why she would give up
leadership. A position she had held in one capacity or another for
all of the years since the end had come. She was a natural. What
would make her consider stepping down, he wondered as he stared out
over the valley.

He had been on the verge of rising, going to find Rain, when Ron
dropped down beside him.

Bear held his eyes when he turned to him. “She spoke to you?”

“She did, grandfather.” He laughed. “She would never leave you
now.”

“It wasn’t meant to make you stay… It was time,” Bear said. He
turned his eyes back out to the valley. In the far distance a herd of
bison grazed. Whether their own or a wild herd he could not tell. At
one time the entire valley had been closed. No longer. A smaller
valley on the opposite side of the mountain held the winter herd.
Small. What they could afford to keep and feed through the cold
months, and the cold months were lasting longer and longer now. The
rest were turned loose. They mingled with the wild herds, but they
never forgot the valley was their home, and so they could be depended
upon to come back in the spring.

Ron followed his eyes and watched the herd of Bison in the distance
through the blowing snow. “Big herd.”

Bear nodded and then turned. “You will stay?”

“She will stay…” he paused and let his words sink in. Concern
mounted in Bear’s eyes. “She seems to think that I should take the
leadership being offered by the Fold… Bring us all together as a
people again.”

Bear smiled. “She is like my own blood.” He laughed. A
small laugh, but then he let it roll out of his huge chest. “Might
give Mike a reason to live after all. I can see it. I can see it.”
He fell quiet, watching the bison as they moved more fully into the
protection the walls of the valley offered. Their coats were already
snowy, carrying the weight of the snow as it hid them from the eyes
of predators. Ron watched with him.

“Almost gone already… If I didn’t know exactly where to look…”

“Yeah. I never get tired of it,” Bear agreed. “I’m older than
all of them, you know. It’s so unfair. Beth was so young, should have
outlived us all. Here I am in my late seventies, almost eighty now…
Soon I will be…” He sighed. “Mike is barely fifty, Candace a
little younger than that.” He shook his head. “Where did it all
go to?” He turned and met Ron’s eyes, but Ron only shrugged as he
held his eyes. Both men turned back to the valley, but just that fast
the Bison, who had been moving nearer, had disappeared under their
walking blankets of white.

“Insulates them too. Hard for me to believe that but it is true,”
Bear said. He turned back to Ron. “She’s right… It’s what should
have been done long ago.” He stood and turned back into the cave
where Candace stood talking to several other OutRunners. The only
vehicles they still had were the OutRunner vehicles. Everything else
had long been given back to rust and age. The OutRunner vehicles had
only gotten better. Built from scratch and modified with more and
more technology as they came across it in the old, hidden military
bases they sought out on their missions.

Bear stood to his full height and raised his arms high above him.
“People,” Bear’s voice boomed out and the people in the cave
stopped what they were doing and looked to him. He may have been
closing in on eighty, but there was still a great deal of fight in
that voice. Power. He waited until he had everyone’s attention, at
least those that were inside. At one time there had been several
thousand people here. Now there was slightly more than two thousand.
Still a great responsibility, and a growing one even with the world
on the brink of the extinction. Most were working at this time, but
it didn’t matter. The news would find them.

Rain came from the back. The baby gone. Most likely sleeping on a
pile of furs with a few others, Bear thought. She came to Ron. Her
face tense. Unsure what was about to be said.

“You all know me. You all, I hope, know that I am not pretentious.
I pray to God I never have been or will be. I am just a man.” He
paused. “There is no easy way to say this, for I love you all. You
mean something to me. Every one of you. And if you can look at this
in that light you will realize it is past the time I stepped down.”
A few gasps punctuated the silence and a very low buzz of hushed,
surprised conversation.

“It has never been concealed from you that I have looked upon Rain
as my blood. That is why I hope and pray that you will accept her
leadership of this Nation.” Bear fell silent and the silence in the
cave held for a few moments before the cheers began. With a few
seconds the crowds around himself and Rain were so thick they found
themselves pushed together and herded back into the central area of
the cave. Questions. They would have them. He had to answer some of
them at least.

Bear raised his arms and waited for the quiet. “I give you your
leader… Will you accept her?”

The cave reverberated with the shouts of yes.

“It’s finished then,” Bear said softly. He said it softly
deliberately, to hold their attention for a moment longer. “Before
the celebration begins I will explain why it had to be now. When
Candace and her OutRunner team leaves I will be going with them to
Alabama Island. I will leave tonight with them, and I do not know if
I will return. My wish will be to return, but that old dog age is
nipping at my heels, and who knows, maybe I will reach the warmth of
the sea and wish to stay there.” He waited for the laughter to die
down. “You needed a leader now. A leader that can take you to the
next place the Nation needs to be. The same place we have all worked
to attain, togetherness, healing, advancement. A man or a woman
grows, or they die. The Nation is the same way. We forgot that back
in the wars. I have remembered it now. Rain has never forgotten it,”
his voice fell even lower. “Something I only wish I could claim.
Something I am proud of to see living within her.” He met as many
eyes as he could.

“God willing I will see you all again,” Bear told them. He turned
and embraced Rain as her tears fell and then his eyes fell on Candace
where she awaited him. He kissed Rain’s eyelids, told her he loved
her and wished her all the best there could be: He then joined
Candace. A moment later they were making their way through the tunnel
to the eastern side of the mountain where the OutRunners had their
own quarters. The laughter and cheers of congratulation falling away
behind them.

“You surprised me,” Candace said as they walked.

“I surprised me,” Bear agreed.

The OutRunners were ten all in all. He found that impressive. The
first group he himself had formed had been only four. And what they
had then was nothing compared to what they had now. Weapons,
vehicles, armor and bags of tricks, some of which Bear was sure he
himself didn’t fully understand the implications of.

They turned from the main tunnel way into a wide-open area filled
with large trucks and bustling with activity.

“Ten minutes…” Candace faltered, unsure how to address him. For
so long she had addressed him as Leader: Grandfather, when she had
been younger, she didn’t know what to do now that he had turned his
reigns of leadership over so quickly.

“Bear will do,” he told her as her face colored. “Or
grandfather.”

“Ten minutes… Grandfather,” she said at last. Bear nodded and
turned his attention to his own preparations for leaving as he
waited. He pulled his pouch from one wide pocket and rolled a
cigarette.

“Roll me one,” Billy Jingo said as he walked up. “That was so
fast, Bear.” Billy told him. Behind Billy, leaning against the wall
from the tunnel, Pearl gave a hand wave and Bear smiled and waved
back before turning his attention to Billy.

‘Shit will kill you,” Bear said as he rolled a second smoke and
passed it to Billy.

“So I hear, yet I am still alive.” He studied Bear for a few
moments. “Took me completely by surprise. I thought it would be
this… The easy life right to the end, Bear.”

Bear sighed. “So did I, to be honest. Things sometimes do change
fast though. And that is what happened here. I had a chance to do the
right thing, and I did it. Doesn’t make up for all of my life… A
little though.”

“I have always liked Rain,” Billy said. “She’ll make a good
leader.”

“You’ll support her?”

“With everything I am,” Billy agreed. “Pearl, Dani too.”

“Bear,” Candace said as she approached. “We need to get going.”

Bear took the hand Billy offered, and then Bear hugged him, pulling
him to him. “Been a long road,” Bear said huskily.

“It has. I for one believe you will be coming back. Don’t make me
wrong,” Billy told him as he followed Candace to one of the huge
trucks. Bear stepped inside and then turned back. “Give Rain a big
hug for me… I will be back if I can, Billy. If I can.” He turned
back, the door hummed and then disappeared. Billy stepped back as a
moment later the truck came to life and began to roll near silently
across the floor to a huge metal door set into the wall. A second
later that metal door began to lift, revealing the swirling snow
outside. A few seconds later and the truck was gone. The door down,
the floor wet and steaming. Billy turned and found Pearl behind him,
she took his hand and together they walked back to the long tunnel
that led back to the main cave.

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