#13: Henry Drake -Executive Decision
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Henry made an executive decision, not having coffee and cigars was just too much of a hardship. He was also getting a mite low on food. He'd always kept the truck stocked for just this type of eventuality, but he’d been sitting for a long time and he was running out of stores. It was time to take the bull by the horns. First things first.
The truck that had jack-knifed in front of him was a dry van. Henry used a wench bar to break the lock on the trailer doors. Apparently the truck was on the way to deliver to a big box store of some sort. It was full of treasure, tons of treasure, the best kind. Henry spent the next few days digging and sorting through it.
He had even less reason to go anywhere now. The dry van was a gold mine. It was full of all types of food and other stuff. He even found coffee and cigars. Henry was set for months.
Except that the water appeared to be rising. It was normally forty feet or more to the swamp from this part of the bridge. It sure didn’t look that far to him now.
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One day Henry was leaning over the guardrail fishing. Beside him were two ice chests. One had his catch. The other had beer. He even had ice. He’d been stealing fuel from various trucks to keep a reefer full of meat running. He’d had about all the steak he could handle for a while so perhaps fish would be a welcome change.
Henry was reasonably content. For some values of ‘content.” He was all alone, true, but Over the Road Truckers were always alone. Some called his profession “Solitary confinement with a view,” Henry had been trucking for a LONG time, so he was used to being alone. In fact he preferred it.
He had been keeping an eye on the water level. It was definitely rising. That was worrisome.
He’d seen no one else in the time he’d been stranded. He’d opened the doors and explored the contents of several trucks nearby. He was a trucker so he wasn’t surprised at what he’d found. He’d found just about anything he wanted.
He had even found ammo. There might be other guns somewhere in the freight but he hadn’t seen them yet. Oddly enough he already had a gun. Now he had a few thousand rounds for it.
He’d also found boats. The truck with the ammo had been going to a sporting goods store. It had inflatable boats, kayaks, Jon boats, fishing gear, archery supplies and all types of sharp pointy things.
He could leave anytime he wanted to he supposed. He just wasn’t sure that he wanted to. Why should he? He was set pretty well on the bridge. He had food, water, beer, cigars and all kinds of toys with which to catch food to supplement his diet. If he got tired of eating steak from the reefer he might try to fish from the river. Cajuns lived in the swamp. No reason he couldn’t do the same.
What more could he want?
He’d have to think about this. He’d give it a week or so...more.
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The Next Episode will be
#14: Banana Slug : Rolling on a River…
The Previous Episode was
# 11: Naomi - PowWow
The First Episode was
# 1 : Prologue…
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Book One: SoulStone
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