The Camouflaged Cross: Tales Of Christian Preppers In The End Times (Just Run Book 1) by Cal Wilson Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Cal Wilson
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this duffel bag and game cart all you could find to carry Kirk’s body back up here?”
“Yeah, that’s all I could find. And like I said, I will handle the body.”
“Hmm, good.” Kathy said. Kathy rested her right hand on the black nylon gun holster that was connected to her belt.
“OK, let’s go,” Peter said, turning around.
“Peter, wait a minute,” Jesse said. “We have some more entrails for you to drop off at the roadblock.”
“What, like it’s not smelly enough down there?”
“Not yet. Here,” Jesse said, handing over a heavy black plastic trash bag to Peter.
“OK, thanks. Give us about an hour and we should be back with Kirk’s body.”
Jesse started walking away. “Alright, I’ll get someone to start digging a grave, and maybe we can ask Lawson to get ready to say a few words. It’ll have to be quick.” He stopped himself and turned back. “Wait. We should say a prayer before you guys go.”
The three of them bowed their heads and held hands. Jesse began, “Heavenly Father, we thank you for the life and friendship of Kirk, and we thank you for his brave example. We ask that you bless Peter and Kathy, and hide and protect them from the evil men who killed Kirk. We ask that you make this a good excursion, keep them safe, and keep their spirits up. In Jesus’ name, amen.”
Peter and Kathy both said, “Amen.”
“Stay safe you two,” Jesse said as he gave a short wave and walked back towards to center of the compound.
“We’ll be back soon,” Peter said.
*****
Peter and Kathy began to walk into the woods, almost immediately disappearing into the dense forest. The hiking trail, more of a deer path, was covered with thick bush that was intentionally not cleared. It was hard to keep sight of the trail that they were walking on.
“Kathy, I noticed you brought your gun. Did you fill the magazine?” Peter pushed aside a few branches to walk on the trail.
“Yes, my Glock 45. I hope we don’t need it, but I want to have it just in case.”
“Just remember that a gunshot make a lot of noise. Those 45’s are very loud. But a single gun won’t protect much us from those thugs who killed Kirk.”
“That’s true, but it sounds like the guys who killed Kirk drove up here real fast. I just want to be ready in case they return.” Kathy said. “Hey, slow down.”
“Oh, sorry. I have just made this trip so much lately. It seems like,” Peter bent over as he walked so that he could walk beneath a thick tree branch that hung over the trail. “Lately it seems like I have been the garbage man around here. Not only deer entrails like these here, or that bobcat that someone killed and tried to eat a couple weeks ago, but also with just about any trash that might make the roadblock any smellier. I get sent down there to drop off whatever stinks.” Peter paused and walked slower, thinking that what he was about to say was funny. He tried to smile. “I came up with a name for this trail: ‘the Entrail Trail.’ Of course not many people think that’s very funny.”
“Probably because most normal people think entrails are gross.”
“Could be.” Peter resumed his hike. “Well I think it’s funny anyway. The entrails keep coming, and I keep bringing them down to the roadblock. And it is getting pretty smelly. In fact, smellier than we had hoped. That’s part of what makes it a great roadblock.”
“Yes, I’ve heard the smell’s pretty bad.”
“That’s for sure. The roadblock all started with a couple of tank traps, you know, those steel x’s that screw up trucks or tanks that might try to drive through.”
“Yes, I was nearby when Jesse ranted about getting overcharged for those things.”
“Yeah, that’s what I heard. $150 apiece for some pretty simple welding jobs. Jesse would have bought more but he was still paying off one of the camping
“Yeah, that’s all I could find. And like I said, I will handle the body.”
“Hmm, good.” Kathy said. Kathy rested her right hand on the black nylon gun holster that was connected to her belt.
“OK, let’s go,” Peter said, turning around.
“Peter, wait a minute,” Jesse said. “We have some more entrails for you to drop off at the roadblock.”
“What, like it’s not smelly enough down there?”
“Not yet. Here,” Jesse said, handing over a heavy black plastic trash bag to Peter.
“OK, thanks. Give us about an hour and we should be back with Kirk’s body.”
Jesse started walking away. “Alright, I’ll get someone to start digging a grave, and maybe we can ask Lawson to get ready to say a few words. It’ll have to be quick.” He stopped himself and turned back. “Wait. We should say a prayer before you guys go.”
The three of them bowed their heads and held hands. Jesse began, “Heavenly Father, we thank you for the life and friendship of Kirk, and we thank you for his brave example. We ask that you bless Peter and Kathy, and hide and protect them from the evil men who killed Kirk. We ask that you make this a good excursion, keep them safe, and keep their spirits up. In Jesus’ name, amen.”
Peter and Kathy both said, “Amen.”
“Stay safe you two,” Jesse said as he gave a short wave and walked back towards to center of the compound.
“We’ll be back soon,” Peter said.
*****
Peter and Kathy began to walk into the woods, almost immediately disappearing into the dense forest. The hiking trail, more of a deer path, was covered with thick bush that was intentionally not cleared. It was hard to keep sight of the trail that they were walking on.
“Kathy, I noticed you brought your gun. Did you fill the magazine?” Peter pushed aside a few branches to walk on the trail.
“Yes, my Glock 45. I hope we don’t need it, but I want to have it just in case.”
“Just remember that a gunshot make a lot of noise. Those 45’s are very loud. But a single gun won’t protect much us from those thugs who killed Kirk.”
“That’s true, but it sounds like the guys who killed Kirk drove up here real fast. I just want to be ready in case they return.” Kathy said. “Hey, slow down.”
“Oh, sorry. I have just made this trip so much lately. It seems like,” Peter bent over as he walked so that he could walk beneath a thick tree branch that hung over the trail. “Lately it seems like I have been the garbage man around here. Not only deer entrails like these here, or that bobcat that someone killed and tried to eat a couple weeks ago, but also with just about any trash that might make the roadblock any smellier. I get sent down there to drop off whatever stinks.” Peter paused and walked slower, thinking that what he was about to say was funny. He tried to smile. “I came up with a name for this trail: ‘the Entrail Trail.’ Of course not many people think that’s very funny.”
“Probably because most normal people think entrails are gross.”
“Could be.” Peter resumed his hike. “Well I think it’s funny anyway. The entrails keep coming, and I keep bringing them down to the roadblock. And it is getting pretty smelly. In fact, smellier than we had hoped. That’s part of what makes it a great roadblock.”
“Yes, I’ve heard the smell’s pretty bad.”
“That’s for sure. The roadblock all started with a couple of tank traps, you know, those steel x’s that screw up trucks or tanks that might try to drive through.”
“Yes, I was nearby when Jesse ranted about getting overcharged for those things.”
“Yeah, that’s what I heard. $150 apiece for some pretty simple welding jobs. Jesse would have bought more but he was still paying off one of the camping
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