Prepper's Crucible-Volume Three: A Post Apocalyptic Tale by Bobby Andrews

Author:Bobby Andrews [Andrews, Bobby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bobby Andrews
Published: 2015-10-17T23:00:00+00:00

The ride back to the ranch was uneventful. Don sat in the passenger seat, thinking about what Cory and Ed had said, and realized how true it was. The fact of the matter was everybody was beginning to get edgy. Tempers were beginning to flare occasionally, although nobody in the group was openly fighting with anyone else. Don concluded that he would not be able to make up bogus work assignments without the group realizing what he was attempting to do; although he had done just that during his 20 years in the military. That was with young, impressionable men who were in a system characterized by rigid discipline. The endless drills, inspections, and other activities designed to keep young men out of trouble simply would not work with older and wiser people, who knew him well.

Don was also growing increasingly worried about how comfortable the entire group had become since the encounter with the gang. There was no question in his mind that the security posture at the ranch was greatly diminished from an acceptable level of preparedness for an attack or other forms of trouble. Although they now had a radio from the sheriff’s department, and could call for help in the event of an emergency, he also knew they couldn’t count on the Sheriff’s being able to respond to a crisis in a timely way. He mentally chided himself for allowing the situation to deteriorate to the point of becoming a form of carelessness that could cost everyone dearly if anything unanticipated came to pass.

As they approached the gate, Don called into the ops center. Ben cleared them through the gate, his AR dangling from a sling. They parked in front of the porch. As they got out of the ATVs and removed their tactical vests, Don sat in the passenger seat, still lost in thought. He finally concluded that the security situation was his responsibility and his alone, and it represented a failure of leadership on his part that had to be repaired. He decided he needed to call a meeting, confess his failure, and take steps to remedy the situation. He also had to ask the group to address the issue of boredom, and discuss how to combat it, so they remained cohesive and focused. He sighed as he got out of the ATV, muttering, “The only thing I hate more than failure is having to admit it.”

“What’s that?” Cory asked.

“Nothing,” Don replied. “I’m just thinking out loud.” Cory shrugged and walked into the ops center, where he stowed his vest and AR. Don followed and did the same.

Don was still thinking about what he was going to say to the group when Mary, who was staffing the ops center, said, “The Sheriff is at the gate.”

“I’ll get it,” Don replied. He grabbed his AR and left the house. Clearing Bear through the gate, he returned to the porch, where Bear was waiting for him. Cory and the kids also sat on the porch, chatting with Bear.

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