The Accord by D Stalter

Author:D Stalter [Stalter, D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic
Published: 2018-09-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15 Riley

It was close to noon when Riley and Will crossed the road to the second corn field. Moving twenty feet east, they found the path through the corn. Will lead Riley south, the path veering to the east, closer to the highway separating them from the farm and bunkhouse.

Will stopped and threw up a hand. Riley froze. He could see the road past Will’s shoulder.

Will turned and put a finger to his lips. He took one measured step, then another. Riley followed. He saw Will reach down and pull the pistol out of his waist holster. He did the same, holding it facing the dirt.

Then he heard the voices. “How long do we have to watch them?” a younger sounding voice complained. “We’ve watched them for two days. They got security. We can’t get past them. Let’s just go find another place.” They knelt in the tall weeds at the edge of the field. Both wore clothes that were a couple sizes too big. Riley thought they’d probably fit them a few months ago.

“Shut up. We watch during the day, learn the patterns, and then we go in at night. We can get through that security easy. I want more than their food and guns. I want that little blonde girl.”

“Ma ain’t gonna let you bring her home.”

“Never said I was bringing her home. Now shut up.”

Will planted his feet and leveled the pistol before saying, “Don’t move.”

The pair stiffened. The younger one tossed his gun in front of him before he lay his hands flat on the ground. “Don’t shoot,” he cried.

The older one lay his hands on the ground, but one still clutched a dirty revolver, his finger wrapped inside the trigger guard.

“Very slowly,” Will said. “Let go of the gun and push it away.”

The man’s grip loosened, but then he jerked and rolled to his back. The gun started coming up, but Will’s shot ended the sneak attack. The gun dropped to the ground. The man spun and face-planted, nose digging into the dirt. One final breath, more of a groan, escaped his lips.

The boy scooted away. “Don’t shoot!” he screamed. “I ain’t armed. Don’t shoot!”

Riley stepped around Will. He knelt next to the boy and pulled both his arms behind his back. Holding them with one hand, he pulled the knot on the paracord wrapped around his left wrist and yanked. The cord unwrapped and he used it to bind the boy’s hands behind his back and rolled him over.

He was younger than Riley had thought. “How old are you?” he asked.

“Thirteen. Is my dad dead?”

“Yes.”

“Good! He was a mean sonofabitch. He wanted to kill those people and take their food and guns.”

“Yeah,” Riley said. “And what did you want?”

“I just wanted to go home and not get beat.”

Will looked down on the boy. “What would you have done when you came back at night to sneak in?”

He shrugged. “Probably shoot my gun at the ground and hide.”

“You’d have been killed.”

“Probably.” He looked at the ground between his feet and a tear slid down his cheek and splashed on the ground.

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