An Old Man And His Axe: A Prepper fiction book of survival in an EMP grid down post apocalyptic world (Old Preppers Die Hard 1) by Ron Foster Page A
Authors: Ron Foster
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could think of as the conflicting stay here and leave messages came to him from Becky and her son.
“I am sorry, Farley, I shouldn’t have shouted at you. You can stay, I didn’t mean for you to leave, I just didn’t want you telling me that there were no chances any more. I will be good, I promise!” Becky said looking at him imploringly.
“Do I stay or go?” Farley thought to himself watching the crazy banshee change personalities.
“She will be all right in a minute, Farley. Stick around and let me talk to her.” Jeremy said going to comfort his mother.
“Damn. I am in a nut house, how in the world did I set that woman off, anyway? One minute she loves my insides and next she wouldn’t mind seeing me gutted like a steer.” Farley thought wondering what exactly the problem was. He didn’t understand women enough he already knew that. How you could get fussed about for one thing when it was another thing bothering them but this woman was an enigma all to her own.
“Farley, it will be ok, you ain`t got to worry about a thing. Just go for a walk and come back for some more drinks; she will calm down in a minute. Her psychiatrist says she is non-violent.” Jeremy offered.
“ Damn, I needed to hear that like I need a hole in my head.” Farley considered as he dragged his bug out bag, rifle and extra chow out the door. He might have had some lonely feelings beforehand but they were gone now.
Farley loaded his van and set the 5 gallon jerry can of gas out begrudgingly for them to find in the morning and fired up the van and started to back out the yard before Jeremy came running out to beg him to stay.
“She’s all right now, she’s crying about what she done, come on back inside, she has a handle on herself now and really wants you to come back in.” Jeremy advised.
“Holy crap, boy, kind of hard for me to trust her now. I didn’t do shit except tell her I didn’t think the power would come back on anytime soon and tried to hold her hand to make her feel better. What kind of stupid do you think I am to get back around her now?” Farley said in a huff.
“Weird as it sounds, she will be fine by the second or third drink if you can tolerate her. She will cut herself off soon after that and go to bed. She really does feel bad about going off on you like she did and promises to be good.” Jeremy said teary eyed.
“I am either the biggest fool or the biggest softie in the world, I will do what you ask, Jeremy, but the first time she starts hollering at me again, I am out of here, o.k.?” Farley said shutting the van down while arguing with himself over which was worse, going off in the dark in to the great unknown or dealing with that harridan that was sugar and spice one moment and a bitch from hell the next.
“Thank you, Farley, I know it’s hard to understand her but I know her. It will be o,k. She is just having a hard time adapting.” Jeremy said.
“That room I am going to, maybe be borrowing, have a lock on it?” Farley asked.
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“Yea, it’s got one but you’re bunking with me.” Jeremy said letting that axe of a statement fall on his head.
“Oh hell no, that isn’t going to work, young son. I don’t know you or her and I can’t see myself hemmed in that way. I tell you what, I will come back in for a bit but I am sleeping in the van, o.k.?” Farley said trying to wrap his head around the situation.
“That’ll be ok, you can park in the driveway next door if you feel like you need to or you can even park in the one next to it. Ain’t nobody there, those folks left weeks ago but she won’t let me break in to see if they left anything edible around yet.” The boy said trying his best to keep Farley from leaving.
About that time, Becky came running out imploring Farley to stay and have another drink with her and for whatever reason Farley decided he would for this evening share a bit of this nightmare
“I am sorry, Farley, I shouldn’t have shouted at you. You can stay, I didn’t mean for you to leave, I just didn’t want you telling me that there were no chances any more. I will be good, I promise!” Becky said looking at him imploringly.
“Do I stay or go?” Farley thought to himself watching the crazy banshee change personalities.
“She will be all right in a minute, Farley. Stick around and let me talk to her.” Jeremy said going to comfort his mother.
“Damn. I am in a nut house, how in the world did I set that woman off, anyway? One minute she loves my insides and next she wouldn’t mind seeing me gutted like a steer.” Farley thought wondering what exactly the problem was. He didn’t understand women enough he already knew that. How you could get fussed about for one thing when it was another thing bothering them but this woman was an enigma all to her own.
“Farley, it will be ok, you ain`t got to worry about a thing. Just go for a walk and come back for some more drinks; she will calm down in a minute. Her psychiatrist says she is non-violent.” Jeremy offered.
“ Damn, I needed to hear that like I need a hole in my head.” Farley considered as he dragged his bug out bag, rifle and extra chow out the door. He might have had some lonely feelings beforehand but they were gone now.
Farley loaded his van and set the 5 gallon jerry can of gas out begrudgingly for them to find in the morning and fired up the van and started to back out the yard before Jeremy came running out to beg him to stay.
“She’s all right now, she’s crying about what she done, come on back inside, she has a handle on herself now and really wants you to come back in.” Jeremy advised.
“Holy crap, boy, kind of hard for me to trust her now. I didn’t do shit except tell her I didn’t think the power would come back on anytime soon and tried to hold her hand to make her feel better. What kind of stupid do you think I am to get back around her now?” Farley said in a huff.
“Weird as it sounds, she will be fine by the second or third drink if you can tolerate her. She will cut herself off soon after that and go to bed. She really does feel bad about going off on you like she did and promises to be good.” Jeremy said teary eyed.
“I am either the biggest fool or the biggest softie in the world, I will do what you ask, Jeremy, but the first time she starts hollering at me again, I am out of here, o.k.?” Farley said shutting the van down while arguing with himself over which was worse, going off in the dark in to the great unknown or dealing with that harridan that was sugar and spice one moment and a bitch from hell the next.
“Thank you, Farley, I know it’s hard to understand her but I know her. It will be o,k. She is just having a hard time adapting.” Jeremy said.
“That room I am going to, maybe be borrowing, have a lock on it?” Farley asked.
.
“Yea, it’s got one but you’re bunking with me.” Jeremy said letting that axe of a statement fall on his head.
“Oh hell no, that isn’t going to work, young son. I don’t know you or her and I can’t see myself hemmed in that way. I tell you what, I will come back in for a bit but I am sleeping in the van, o.k.?” Farley said trying to wrap his head around the situation.
“That’ll be ok, you can park in the driveway next door if you feel like you need to or you can even park in the one next to it. Ain’t nobody there, those folks left weeks ago but she won’t let me break in to see if they left anything edible around yet.” The boy said trying his best to keep Farley from leaving.
About that time, Becky came running out imploring Farley to stay and have another drink with her and for whatever reason Farley decided he would for this evening share a bit of this nightmare
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