walkers the survivors by Zelda Davis-Lindsey Read Free Book Online

the bison over some hundred of so years ago.  Not very sporting but then when you're hungry...
         That reminded me I was hungry.  Mason had come to tell me dinner was ready as I was drying my feet off.  He let me use him for support while I pulled my shoes on then he pulled me in tight and  kissed me, nearly knocking my socks, err...I mean shoes off.  I pulled back and kissed his chin then smiled.  He smiled back and we walked back to Lacy's RV for dinner.  Canned stew again tonight.  I could smell it before I reached the RV.  If I wasn't so hungry, I'd just go to bed but I'd better eat, no telling what was ahead of us.
        Duke came in and said he'd contacted Ken with the sat radio.  They were at a campground north of White Sulphur Springs and planed to stay a few days while he scouted with the plane.  He said except for the walkers in  Lewistown which was in the center of the state, they'd made good time and everyone was doing ok.  Duke told them about the problems in Billings, but since it wasn't worth their time, they could decide if they wanted to stay away from that area.  It was good to know that the Montana crew was doing ok.  They'd been on my mind since Billings.  It was decided that we would call every evening just to see how far the range was on the phone.
          We poured over the maps that evening trying to figure out what direction to go at Cheyenne.  I knew I didn't want to go through Denver so we'd bypass it and it looked like we would be going east of it.  The road would be flatter, there were more side roads and less bridges to deal with.  West of Denver was nothing but mountains so we had to go east a bit then head south.
         That decided we turned in for the night.  Mason was feeling frisky and I did by best to calm him down before we finally fell into an exhausted sleep under the stars.  Morning found us eating pop tarts again but the coffee was sure good.  I hated to drink coffee on the road, I seemed to spend a lot of time going to the bathroom and that meant one of the RV's had to stop so I could.  I wasn't the only one with the problem so it seemed to work out ok.  Although, the guys did nothing but grumble which we gamely ignored.
        We could smell Cheyenne before we could see it.  Smoke rose straight up from the area of the refinery so we could guess what happened there.  We came upon the Little America travel center but we'd already decided not to stop.  After the Billings truck stop no one had the nerve.  There were three big trucks in the fuel bays and several cars in the parking lot but we kept going.   We took the interstate east towards Omaha with no problems then found the road blocked.  So we back tracked to the entrance to the interstate and got back on it to go farther south and then turned east again.  We did this so many times that we suddenly found ourselves in Colorado headed to Carr.  OK, we hadn't planned on that but we decided to go with it. 
         Traveling south again we found a small area where we could refuel and eat a little something.  Duke was complaining about his bus, so Howard had his head under the hood with Sam beside him.  Duke paced around the bus mumbling and gesturing but was ignored by everyone.  We'd been there, done that, but Clint and Mercy found it all amusing.  The kids and dog ran off some excess energy while the rest of us sat in the shade in the neat fishing chairs Randy had gotten in Billings.
         When we first met him he was hitchhiking in the dessert with one of the chairs strapped onto his back.  Bright red, if I remember correctly.  He had Lacy sitting in a red one at the moment.  It had a small table that sat to the right of the arm. A breeze kicked up and boy did it feel good cause it dried the sweat on my brow.  Pulling my tee shirt open I allowed some of the air to dry my chest.  Mason noticed, waggling his eyebrows at me but I just smiled and shook my head.