Bug Out! Texas Book 3: Republic in Peril by Boren Robert

Author:Boren, Robert [Boren, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: South Bay Press
Published: 2016-06-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13 – Ranch Road Detour

“Oh, geez,” Kim said, sitting up in bed. She held her head. Eric stirred.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Southern Comfort,” she said. “My head is killing me.”

Eric chuckled. “You were pretty drunk last night. I think Sherry was even worse, though. She was trying to feed the girls some of that stuff before Francis stopped her.”

“I remember,” Kim said. “I think it scared them.”

“They didn’t drink any?”

“No,” Kim said. “Those are small-town girls.”

Eric laughed. “Small town girls were usually more aggressive, at least when I was growing up.”

“What do you mean?”

“One of my small-town friends said it best. Nothing for teenagers to do in those little towns except get high and screw.”

“Oh, brother,” she said, getting out of bed. “Ouch!”

“There’s aspirin in the bathroom. Cabinet over the sink.”

“I miss anything last night while you guys were inside Dirk’s trailer?”

“Not really,” Eric said as he got up and went for the coffee maker. “We couldn’t decide about today.”

“Today?”

“If we should go for broke and drive the five hours to Fort Stockton.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, whatever you guys feel comfortable with. I can drive too, you know.”

“You ever pulled a trailer?”

“Does a small boat count?”

“Yes,” Eric said. “It counts, but they’re lighter and easier. It’s fine. You should learn. Maybe you should take the first leg today.”

“I’m game,” she said, “if my head quits banging.”

“You’ll feel better after some coffee and breakfast,” he said. “Trust me. Take a vitamin pill too.”

“Does that help?”

“Helps me,” Eric said. He brewed a cup of coffee and handed it to her, then made one for himself. “I’m gonna go see what time the others want to leave. Have some cereal.”

“Okay, honey,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee as he left.

The air was crisp, the cows starting on their daily trip down to the front gate. They might hold us up. Francis was outside the trailer having a smoke. He smiled as Eric walked up.

“Good morning,” Francis said. “Sleep okay?”

“Like a baby,” Eric said. “Kim didn’t feel so good this morning.”

Francis snickered. “Neither did Sherry. They drank that whole bottle last night.”

“She do that often?”

“Almost never,” Francis said. “I’m glad they did last night. Good to blow off a little steam every once in a while. Had to draw the line at the girls joining in, though.”

Dirk walked out of the trailer. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Eric said. “What time do you guys want to leave?”

“Sooner the better,” Dirk said. “You?”

“Same,” Eric said. “Want to try for Fort Stockton today?”

“I still think we ought to play that by ear,” Dirk said. “Who knows what we’ll run into on the road.”

“Fair enough,” Eric said. “I suggest we keep our weapons handy.”

“I agree,” Francis said. “Been hearing bad stuff on the grapevine.”

“Grapevine?” Eric asked.

“Police message boards, on my laptop earlier,” Francis said. “Problems are worse to the east of us, but there have been problems in Sonora, and the southwest part of the state, too. The border with New Mexico is really bad. So is the Rio Grande Valley and along the Gulf.

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