Beyond Borders_Post Apocalyptic EMP Survival Fiction by Bobby Akart

Author:Bobby Akart [Akart, Bobby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 35

November 28

Woodhouse, Alberta, Canada

Luck was often beyond a person’s control. But decisions were always in a person’s hands. Good decision-making, coupled with preparation, could create both luck and opportunity. This was evidenced by the stroke of luck, and generosity, afforded Cooper and the gang when they’d arrived in Nanton the night before.

Cooper read the situation properly, took a chance, and as a result, a very generous family took them in for the night and provided them comfort. Not only did they have a warm place to sleep by a roaring fire, but they were fed two hot meals. More importantly, their hosts provided them hundreds of rounds of ammunition for their weapons, a critical element of their chance to survive.

After voicing their appreciation and issuing promises to come back when things settle down, the group of five hit the trail and continued their trek toward the U.S. border. Both horses and riders were rejuvenated as they made good time with full bellies and hearts filled with hope.

They were provided two tents large enough to sleep in, additional water bottles, and several cigarette lighters. The group was now relatively set for shelter and water, and with ammunition for their rifles, they could hunt for food. Now, their biggest challenge was to stay out of harm’s way.

The folks in Nanton had provided the group some advice on the upcoming towns along Route 2, which led due south to the border town of Carway. Their most likely point of trouble would be the bridge crossing at Oldman River just north of Fort Macleod.

Rumors had spread that some of Fort Macleod’s less savory characters had commandeered the bridge and were exacting a hefty toll from those attempting to cross. The town’s motto of small town, big heart had been replaced with give me what you got, no arguments.

This was only the group’s third day of travel, and they weren’t ready to duke it out with a bunch of local thugs. After some discussion, it was agreed the group would stop early for the night just south of Woodhouse. They’d made good time that day, and it was a good idea to rest their horses. The group planned on breaking camp before dawn in order to arrive at Fort Macleod near daybreak.

Palmer studied the map with Pacheco while Cooper and Riley got the fire going. Morales volunteered for horse-feeding duty.

The fire was roaring now, as the group made no effort to hide their location from prying eyes. They hadn’t seen a house nor human for miles. They camped near a shallow lake, which had thawed thanks to warming temperatures. Morales was pleased that the watering was easy as he allowed the horses to drink thirstily without concern of bacteria. Nothing could live in this cold water, he surmised.

Everyone settled around the campfire, where they enjoyed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches made by the folks in Nanton. Palmer laid out her proposed route, having taken on the unofficial title of navigator.

“If we veer off Route

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