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 Page B

damn thing unless I tell you to do it and if I had me a brick I’d put it under the gas pedal to keep you from playing race driver while I’m in it! Absolutely no stomping on the gas, no stomping on the brakes or jerking the steering wheel, you got it? Everything you do, you ease into it and you listen to me without question, o.k.?” Farley said wondering what he had got himself into now for letting this little heathen drive that big block engine car that the old man might have been running moonshine with because that engine was definitely not stock.
     
    “OK, I’ll listen. I have been around cars. I am not totally ignorant you know.” The boy said flustered at Farley’s lack of trust in him.
     
    “All right then. Here we go Jeremy.” Farley said as he pulled off the side of the road and shut the engine down so they could swap seats.
     
    “Stick your foot on the brake, see it don’t go anywhere at the moment.” Farley said wanting the boy to know exactly where the brakes were at first.
     
    “Well, I already know how to start a car up; Mama had me start the car up in the winter time to warm it up many times. I already drove it backwards once when she wasn’t looking too!” Jeremy said watching conflicting emotions cross Farley’s face.
     
    “All right, since you know how to start one, here we go.”  Farley said looking over at him and poised to grab the boy or the wheel if needed, and thankfully the kid didn’t stomp on the accelerator.
     
    “Hey, this is easy! Nothing to it! I’m driving!” Jeremy said, all smiles.
     
    “Yeah, you are doing well. Let’s keep it that way. Your motto today is slow and easy wins the race, you got me? I tell you another thing too son, once you start driving back towards that old crazy bastards house, don’t be turning it into no road race or be leaving me behind because, I also got this.” Farley said, arching his back and reaching into his pocket for the .380 pistol.
     
    “Why didn’t you shoot that old man then? Why didn’t you shoot him, Farley?” The boy asked, looking at him like he was the dumbest creature on Earth.
     
    “Get your eyes back on the road, boy. I would have shot the son of a bitch but he was on me too quick and I couldn’t get to it so I thumped him with that whopper chopper instead.” Farley said still sweating from the encounter.
     
    “That was pretty cool! I never seen two old men go at it before; I didn’t think you all had it in you.” The boy began before Farley gave him that look again.
     
    “This old man can still dance son, as for that other one, that son of a bitch put me through my paces and I feel lucky to be alive!” Farley said with a grimace.
     
    “I mean, no sooner than I quit worrying about you running at me with your Boy Scout knife then that old man came running at me with that axe and murder in his eye. I guarantee you if I could have got to my pistol this day would have ended quite differently.” Farley said only half glad he hadn’t shot the old son of a bitch and wondering now what to do about him further.
    “So what’s the plan now? We know he’s awake or we think he is maybe awake. He’s probably madder than hell and you left that axe of his laying out in the front yard so he’ll probably be back at us again with it!.” Jeremy said looking over at Farley.
     
    “Damn boy, I told you watch the road.” Farley said easing the steering wheel back to get in the middle of the road.
     
    “I don’t know boy, I’m thinking on it. If that axe finds its way into his hand again, I will shoot him. Now the big problem is I was going to give him his car back less that bit of gas we borrowed, but I’m thinking better of it at the moment. Which way is your Mama’s house from here anyway?” Farley asked but already knowing the answer.
     
    “Well you got to go right back by Finch’s house to get there. Are you going to sneak up on him or you going to put the pedal to the metal as we go by?” Jeremy