The Bonner Incident: Joshua's War by Thomas A Watson, Michael L Rider Read Free Book Online Page A

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    Glancing back as he rode up and along the slope, Joshua finally found a small cliff three hundred yards away and two hundred feet over the draw that he could watch from. There was no way on Earth he was going to set any trap and leave it, in case an innocent person showed up walking in the woods.
    Tying King and Jack up, he eased back down to the spot overlooking the trap, laying his Lapua down and covering up with the ghillie blanket. More to keep warm and dry from the drizzle than to hide from the team. Getting comfortable, Joshua waited. He was only three miles from where the team had camped and knew he would’ve made that in an hour, an hour and a half tops.
    Looking at his watch two and a half hours later, Joshua sighed wondering where to hole up till late afternoon so he could go and retrieve the trap. Thinking about how he was going to get that nut off, Joshua leaned down, looking through the scope down into the draw. Seeing movement, his heart sped up, then he saw a head.
    Slowly, the first man walked up the draw using a stick in one hand with his rifle slung over his shoulder. Seeing the man panting, Joshua wondered if any of the ones after him were in shape. Leisurely, the rest of the team came up behind the point man. All of them had their rifles slung, but only a few had suppressors and one had a gun hanging across his chest.
    Pushing record on the camera and reaching up, Joshua focused his scope to see it was a belt-fed machine gun across the man’s chest. “Motherfuckers ‘are’ wanting a war,” he mumbled. Zooming his scope out, Joshua moved the crosshairs to the hidden trap then back down the draw to the team, figuring they were a hundred yards away from it.
    Like he was playing a college prank, Joshua grinned and focused the scope again as the team stopped, pulling out drinking tubes and a few pulled out cans of soda. He could see their faces clearly as they panted and sucked down fluids.
    One that was drinking a can of soda crushed the can, tossed it and unzipped his pants, relieving himself. “Oh, I have to drag a porta potty in, but you can just piss and shit anywhere?” he growled.
    A man walked past the point man patting his chest and saying something before moving up the draw. “You need to buy a lottery ticket,” Joshua said with his crosshairs on the old point man. The new point man had his thumb under the sling of the M4 hanging on his shoulder, looking around like he was on a nature walk. The others fell in behind him as the old point man waited till the others had passed and brought up the rear.
    Following the new point man with his crosshairs, Joshua wanted to tell him to hurry up. When he was a few steps away from the log, Joshua moved the crosshairs to the trap. Reaching the log, the new point man paused, looking around and then stepped over.
    Joshua jumped, slightly moving the crosshairs upon seeing the jaws snap shut and he heard them clang shut three hundred yards away. But it was followed by a bloodcurdling scream so loud, he was sure someone heard it in Boise.
    All of a sudden, gunfire roared in the draw as the others pulled off their weapons and just shot. Some shot down the draw, others shot to the side and up the draw and Joshua held the crosshairs on one who was shooting up in the air.
    The one with the belt-fed machine gun held down the trigger, sweeping one slope then the other like the hounds of hell were charging down the slopes as the others put new magazines in and continued firing while the new point man continued to scream.
    Only when the machine gun ran dry and the others had emptied their third magazine did they stop firing, but point man was still screaming, lying on the log. The closest man moved up, dropping his empty magazine and slamming in a new one. He looked over the log at point man’s bloody leg in the massive jaws and turned, puking on another man who had followed him up.
    The others ran up to see what happened and Joshua could tell that more than