Creeping Tyranny by Robert Boren

Author:Robert Boren [Boren, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: South Bay Press
Published: 2017-05-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10 – Paseo Del Mar

“Harry!” Sam shouted in the darkness.

“He’s hit in the thigh,” Clem shouted. “Looks like a big flesh wound, but I’ll put my belt around it so he doesn’t bleed too much.”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Do that. John, help him, okay? I’ll check this vehicle out. Make sure nobody else is alive inside.”

“Got it,” John said.

“Damn, this hurts,” Harry said.

“It’s going to take all three of us to get him into the back of your Jeep,” Clem yelled.

“No problem,” Sam said. “Vehicle’s clean. It’s a frigging GAZ Tigr.”

“What’s that?” John asked.

“Russian version of a Humvee,” Clem said. “Read about them.”

“Who wants to drive it back?” Sam asked.

“I will,” Clem said. “Let’s get Harry taken care of now, though.”

Sam rushed over and they wrestled the big man into the back of the Jeep.

“Damn, Harry, how much do you eat?” Clem said.

“Shut up,” Harry said, laughing. “Ouch.”

Sam got into the driver’s seat of the Jeep. Clem rushed over to the Tigr with John. They drove to the access road. Sam stopped after they got off the highway and motioned for Clem to pull next to him.

“You gonna lock the gate back up?” Clem asked from the driver’s seat of the Tigr.

“No. John, call 911 okay?”

“I don’t need no damn ambulance,” Harry shouted from the back of the Jeep. “Let Dr. Grace look at me when we get back.”

“You sure?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Harry said. “Lock the gate.”

Sam nodded and jumped out of the Jeep, running to the gate to close and lock it. He was back in the driver’s seat in a few seconds, racing up the road with the Tigr behind him. They pulled inside the park and stopped next to the office.

“Sam!” Connie shouted as she ran out to meet them. “Thank God.”

“Call Dr. Grace,” he said. “Harry got shot.”

“Oh no,” Connie said. She rushed into the office to look up his number.

“Where’s Harry?” Nancy asked as she hurried over.

“He got shot,” Clem said.

“No!” she said, rushing to the Jeep.

“Don’t worry, woman, I’m gonna be okay,” Harry said. After a delay that felt longer than it was, the retired doctor arrived.

“Thanks, Dr. Grace,” Nancy said.

He nodded and rushed over to the back of the Jeep, setting his black bag down next to Harry. He pulled out scissors.

“You’re not gonna cut my damn jeans, are you?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I am,” he said. “Relax. If this looks even a little dicey, I’m calling 911. Oh, and by the way, you’re gonna need pain meds either way.”

“You can still prescribe, right?”

Dr. Grace sighed. “Yeah, but I try to avoid it. I’m supposed to be retired, remember?”

“I know, Doc. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he cut open the jeans. He pulled out a small flashlight and took a close look. “You’re lucky. We can probably just clean up the wound and bandage it. No square dancing tonight, though.”

Harry cracked up. “Good excuse. Nancy won’t like it.”

“I heard that, you old fart,” Nancy said from behind Dr. Grace.

Harry laughed hard.

“Hold still, dammit,” Dr.

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