An Old Man And His Axe: A Prepper fiction book of survival in an EMP grid down post apocalyptic world (Old Preppers Die Hard 1) by Ron Foster Read Free Book Online
Authors: Ron Foster
evidently had been keeping it outside.
“Go look around real quick and make sure he doesn’t have a gun hidden somewhere but don’t steal anything you hear me? I don’t want him waking up while we are outside and him getting a hold of any firearms.” Farley declared sternly.
“If I find any guns can I have one?” The boy asked and then winced as Farley gave him the “stare”.
“O.k., O.k., Farley I ain’t thinking about taking anything but if there is more than one gun we find I want to talk about it more.” Jeremy said and commenced to open closets and look in drawers.
Farley patched the old man up quickly and begrudgingly and looked up when the boy said he couldn’t find any guns but there were some cans of food in the pantry to consider but Farley told him to leave it alone in case the old guy did wake up. He explained to the boy it was bad enough to leave the old geezer in such a state and he wouldn’t have it on his conscience to leave the old guy without food in this disaster. Starvation was no mans friend and he wasn’t reduced to even considering such a notion of abhorrent thievery at this stage of the game.
“What about the car? Are we going to borrow that?” Jeremy said stressing the word ‘borrow’ a bit much.
“I am still thinking on that; let’s go see how much gas he has in his shed first.” Farley said heading for the door.
“Hang on a second.” Farley said and then went to rifle the man’s pockets for his car keys and not finding them spotted them on a table near the door. One way or another if that thing had gas in it some of it was going in his van he decided. This apocalypse was no time for any other small mercies and he needed to get back mobile and on his way if he could. There were two cans of fuel in the garage, a one gallon can marked chainsaw and another can with just factory markings.
“Well, this is the size of the wealth you were after that caused this little fiasco.” Farley said hefting the cans and noting the regular gas one was only half full.
“Well, I would have taken it, a gallon and a half of gas is still a help.” the boy said uncaringly.
“I don’t know what it is that you and your momma are driving but that chainsaw gas has got oil in it. At best you would be smoking like hell if you didn’t dilute the hell out of it with some good gas.” Farley advised.
“The lawnmower still has gas in it. I can dump it in a pot or something and pour it back in the can. You were going to check how much gas he has in his car?” Jeremy said hopefully.
“That’s next on the list. Can you drive boy?” Farley said looking at the house in case that old half-dead scum gullin had somehow managed to wake up by now.
“Well no, I have never actually tried it but you could teach me. Hey, where you got your car parked anyway?” The boy said looking around at the front of the yard.
“I run out of gas a couple miles back and don’t start no shit with me about it. Let’s see how much gas that old sled of his has in it.” Farley said setting off towards the Blue Buick and cranking it up to read the gauge.
“How much has he got?” Jeremy asked attempting to poke his head in the door to see for himself.
“About a little over a half a tank it appears.” Farley said shutting down the car and getting out.
“Well I know why you asked if could I drive now, we will go get your car and you can siphon off half of it and I can drive his home to Momma and we can siphon off the rest. Is that the plan?” The boy said excitedly at the prospect.
“Not only no, but hell no! That car is coming back here. Boy, you don’t have walking around sense.” Farley began before the boy cut him off.
“I don’t know why you want to give it back to him but o.k., I can find something around here to put some of its’ gas in.” The boy began before Farley cut him off.
“No boy, I swear, you the most
“Go look around real quick and make sure he doesn’t have a gun hidden somewhere but don’t steal anything you hear me? I don’t want him waking up while we are outside and him getting a hold of any firearms.” Farley declared sternly.
“If I find any guns can I have one?” The boy asked and then winced as Farley gave him the “stare”.
“O.k., O.k., Farley I ain’t thinking about taking anything but if there is more than one gun we find I want to talk about it more.” Jeremy said and commenced to open closets and look in drawers.
Farley patched the old man up quickly and begrudgingly and looked up when the boy said he couldn’t find any guns but there were some cans of food in the pantry to consider but Farley told him to leave it alone in case the old guy did wake up. He explained to the boy it was bad enough to leave the old geezer in such a state and he wouldn’t have it on his conscience to leave the old guy without food in this disaster. Starvation was no mans friend and he wasn’t reduced to even considering such a notion of abhorrent thievery at this stage of the game.
“What about the car? Are we going to borrow that?” Jeremy said stressing the word ‘borrow’ a bit much.
“I am still thinking on that; let’s go see how much gas he has in his shed first.” Farley said heading for the door.
“Hang on a second.” Farley said and then went to rifle the man’s pockets for his car keys and not finding them spotted them on a table near the door. One way or another if that thing had gas in it some of it was going in his van he decided. This apocalypse was no time for any other small mercies and he needed to get back mobile and on his way if he could. There were two cans of fuel in the garage, a one gallon can marked chainsaw and another can with just factory markings.
“Well, this is the size of the wealth you were after that caused this little fiasco.” Farley said hefting the cans and noting the regular gas one was only half full.
“Well, I would have taken it, a gallon and a half of gas is still a help.” the boy said uncaringly.
“I don’t know what it is that you and your momma are driving but that chainsaw gas has got oil in it. At best you would be smoking like hell if you didn’t dilute the hell out of it with some good gas.” Farley advised.
“The lawnmower still has gas in it. I can dump it in a pot or something and pour it back in the can. You were going to check how much gas he has in his car?” Jeremy said hopefully.
“That’s next on the list. Can you drive boy?” Farley said looking at the house in case that old half-dead scum gullin had somehow managed to wake up by now.
“Well no, I have never actually tried it but you could teach me. Hey, where you got your car parked anyway?” The boy said looking around at the front of the yard.
“I run out of gas a couple miles back and don’t start no shit with me about it. Let’s see how much gas that old sled of his has in it.” Farley said setting off towards the Blue Buick and cranking it up to read the gauge.
“How much has he got?” Jeremy asked attempting to poke his head in the door to see for himself.
“About a little over a half a tank it appears.” Farley said shutting down the car and getting out.
“Well I know why you asked if could I drive now, we will go get your car and you can siphon off half of it and I can drive his home to Momma and we can siphon off the rest. Is that the plan?” The boy said excitedly at the prospect.
“Not only no, but hell no! That car is coming back here. Boy, you don’t have walking around sense.” Farley began before the boy cut him off.
“I don’t know why you want to give it back to him but o.k., I can find something around here to put some of its’ gas in.” The boy began before Farley cut him off.
“No boy, I swear, you the most
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