Avenger (The Bugging Out Series Book 6) by Noah Mann

Author:Noah Mann [Mann, Noah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: bug out, apocalypse, survival, post apocalypse, Preparation, survivalist, prepper
Publisher: Schmuck & Underwood
Published: 2016-10-27T06:00:00+00:00

Twenty Six

Elaine was not as receptive this time to the idea of me being away. Particularly for the amount of time that would be required.

Other considerations, though, informed her resistance to the extended assignment.

“And what about the people you told me about? The ones who broke in here? Being in Remote would put you in direct contact with them.”

“Not necessarily,” I said.

“Can you promise that?”

I couldn’t.

“I don’t know why they did what they did,” I said. “There’s no reason for them to target us.”

“What about just you?”

I’d told her what Martin had thought about the other break-ins being diversionary. And I’d shared with her what I’d found in Remote, incontrovertible evidence of Olin’s presence at some point. She had all the pieces to speculate just as I had as to the reason for any special focus on me.

“If Olin is there...” she said.

“These are two separate things,” I reminded her, recalling Schiavo’s words when I’d shown her the rocks left by the man who murdered my friend. “He probably passed through there on his way east, heading back to where he came from.”

“So Martin is wrong? And what you saw doesn’t matter?”

“No,” I told her, pacing across the living room floor, away from where she stood near the front door, dusk tipping toward night just beyond. “This is all just bigger than fears, all right? We’re trying to accomplish something here.”

“That’s Angela talking,” Elaine said.

I stopped and faced her. Her arms were drawn tight across her chest, a look of mild anger and raging fear about her. There was nothing I could say to convince her that this was even close to a good idea, even if what the evidence suggested was unfounded. In the end, I decided to say nothing, and grabbed my coat from the closet and walked past her, onto the porch and down the walkway. As I reached the sidewalk, the front door slammed behind me.

* * *

We’d had disagreements, but nothing I would have termed a fight. Until now.

I walked down our block and followed a path that would take me to the coast as it meandered through an orchard which had been planted near the south side of town. The pear trees were naked, their limbs fully bare since late autumn. Nearly full, the moon above cast twisted shadows from the gangly branches that would bear fruit in spring and summer. There was enough confidence now to believe that the trees and fields would again bloom and sprout and provide Bandon with the bounty it needed.

There were times, though, when such confidence came second to what my friend had espoused so plainly—hope. As a town we still embraced the ideal of that. As a man, it had become the thing that drove me. Hope for a better future for my child. And for my wife.

She was rightfully upset at the possibility I’d brought into our home. Absence, my absence, would introduce fear into our home. Into our relationship. She would fear for me, and I would fear.

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