Reload
of a mesa that was now an island
a few miles away
“How’d it go in town?” Julie asked.
“The farm store didn’t have the parts I need. I’m not sure what I’m going to do. Never mind that, you’re never going to believe what happened.” Alvin Lowry said.
“I’d just parked Ivan when a man in a wheelchair was gunned down by a Federal Agent. It was an ambush. A cold blooded murder if there ever was one. Right there in the middle of town with every one watching.” he said
“What are the Feds doing in Texas?” Julie was scandalized.
“Beats the hell out of me.” Alvin said. “The shooter stepped out into the open like he owned the place. He started telling everyone what to do.”
“I bet that went over real well.” Julie said.
“Not hardly.” Alvin replied. “He started taking return fire right away. Everyone on the street had pulled their hand guns and was shooting at him.”
“Let me see your Glock dear.” Julie said.
He grinned and handed it over to her. She checked the load.
“Bad boy” she said. The magazine was only partially full. She was scandalized.
“Why didn’t you swap to a full magazine?” she asked “You might not have had time to later!”
He handed her a handful of empty magazines.
“Wow!” She said “Were you in a war?”
“Pretty much.” he said.
“You sit there and tell me what happened. I’ll get the magazine loader and some ammo. I’ll help you reload those magazines.” she said.
He handed her another bigger, magazine. She looked at him in shock.
“Rifle too?” she asked.
He nodded. She scampered off to get the ammo while he fixed coffee. They sat down at the kitchen table to reload empty mags.
“Now. Tell me what happened” She demanded. “Pass the ammo. I need some thirty ought six.”
He did that.
“The Fed. was armed and armored.” Alvin continued his tale. ”I guess he thought us Texans were no threat to him. We taught him different. I think I put a round through his leg, between the ceramic plates.”
“He ducked into an armored van that was parked nearby. Evidently they’d been waiting for the Water-Tribe ArchMage in ambush.” he said, thumbing 9mm Luger into the mags.
“WaterTribe ArchMage?” she asked. “What the hell is that?”
“I’ll tell you all about that part later.” he grinned.”It’s a story all it’s own. There has been a LOT happening that we haven’t heard much about.”
“The van took off. It was haulin’ ass like the devil was chasing it. That was pretty much the case. The sheriff had taken offense to gunplay in the middle of his town. Him and his posse were after that van.” he said.
“That would be almost everyone who owned a gun?” she asked.
“That’d be about right. Almost everyone in town has a grudge with the Feds since how they acted after the flood and wanted to get even.“ he said “The van definitely had a following.”
“You too I expect.” she looked at him.
“Well hell yeah. I wasn’t going to miss out on the fun, but first I had to take care of that poor fella. It wasn’t respectful to leave his body lying on the street face-up in the sun.” he said.
“I walked over and looked down at him. He opened his eyes and looked me in the eye. I must have jumped a foot.” Alvin recalled.
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