Bonner Incident by Thomas A Watson, Michael L Rider
Authors: Thomas A Watson, Michael L Rider
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saw two boxes of hand loads for his Sharps .45 2 7/8 caliber. “Why the hell not?” he said grabbing them. Tossing in all of the 45 ammo, he opened the gun safe and looked at his rather large collection. Grabbing the Springfield XD and its clip-on holster, he shoved it onto his belt.
He pulled out the 1878 Sharps Long Range .45 2 7/8 black power and smiled at it. “It was good enough then,” he said running his hand along the thirty-six-inch-long barrel. Laying it down, he grabbed his AR from the safe that Chris had set up for him. “I have a feeling I’ll be using you,” he said, laying the decked out gun beside the Sharps.
Next, he pulled out his Savage BA110 .338 Lapua. It was set up on a tactical stock, but this was the gun he used to hunt elk and he had no trouble hitting one at a thousand yards. It was because of Chris that it was set up on a tactical stock with a massive scope that cost more than the damn rifle. But after Joshua had shot it, he’d understood. The last gun he grabbed was his Ruger 10/22.
“That’s enough calibers,” he said laying the guns next to the others. Grabbing all the ammo for the Lapua and AR, he tossed them in the suitcase and zipped it up. Picking up a large hard rifle case, Joshua put the Sharps and Lapua in and after seeing that he had room for the Ruger, he put it in too.
He closed the case and went to his bedroom, bringing back a tote bag and filling it with empty magazines for the AR, Lapua, Ruger, XD and his 1911. Zipping the bag closed, he looked at the magazines still on the shelf, but he had more at the cabin.
Carrying the stuff to the kitchen, he sat it on the table and headed back to his bedroom closet. Pulling down a large duffle bag, he started yanking down his summer hunting clothes. His winter hunting gear was at the cabin, and his hunting gear far outperformed anything that the government issued. Cramming it all in the bag, he grabbed his extra hunting boots and put them in as well.
Moving to the dresser, he threw in more stuff and was about to close the duffle bag, but stopped, looking again at his closet. He walked over and grabbed a pair of slacks and a polo shirt, tossing them in with his loafers. “Camouflage for the modern world,” he grinned and closed the bag.
After dropping it off downstairs, he ran around the house, grabbing a few more items and bringing them to the kitchen table, but froze upon hearing a car pull in the driveway. Pulling out his pistol, he eased over to the window and peeked out to see Sonya get out of the car carrying a stuffed bank bag and her purse was way overloaded. “What the hell did he park on the grass for?” Sonya said, looking at the truck and horse trailer as she shut her door.
“Where’s he taking the horses?” William asked getting out of the passenger side.
“He’s got some explaining to do,” Sonya said heading toward the house.
Holstering his pistol, Joshua tried to harden his heart as he felt it breaking. Sonya walked in and froze, looking at the pile of stuff on the kitchen table. She turned to see Joshua looking at her and saw his eyes were misty. “What’s going on?” she said tossing the bank bag on the table and putting her stuffed purse on the floor as William walked in and gawked at the pile.
Not saying anything, Joshua walked over and wrapped his arms around both of them. He hugged them tight for several minutes, then let them go. “Sit down, I need to tell you something,” he said pulling out two chairs from the table. When he’d finished telling them what had happened and what was said by the agents, Sonya and William stared at him with open mouths.
“I’m heading to the mountains,” he said, kneeling down in front of them. “If I’m not here, you’re not in danger.”
“Josh, you have witnesses that they tried to kill you,” Sonya said as tears ran down her face. “We can go to tell Buck.”
“Joey may be the sheriff, but he can’t stand up to the feds, babe,” Joshua
He pulled out the 1878 Sharps Long Range .45 2 7/8 black power and smiled at it. “It was good enough then,” he said running his hand along the thirty-six-inch-long barrel. Laying it down, he grabbed his AR from the safe that Chris had set up for him. “I have a feeling I’ll be using you,” he said, laying the decked out gun beside the Sharps.
Next, he pulled out his Savage BA110 .338 Lapua. It was set up on a tactical stock, but this was the gun he used to hunt elk and he had no trouble hitting one at a thousand yards. It was because of Chris that it was set up on a tactical stock with a massive scope that cost more than the damn rifle. But after Joshua had shot it, he’d understood. The last gun he grabbed was his Ruger 10/22.
“That’s enough calibers,” he said laying the guns next to the others. Grabbing all the ammo for the Lapua and AR, he tossed them in the suitcase and zipped it up. Picking up a large hard rifle case, Joshua put the Sharps and Lapua in and after seeing that he had room for the Ruger, he put it in too.
He closed the case and went to his bedroom, bringing back a tote bag and filling it with empty magazines for the AR, Lapua, Ruger, XD and his 1911. Zipping the bag closed, he looked at the magazines still on the shelf, but he had more at the cabin.
Carrying the stuff to the kitchen, he sat it on the table and headed back to his bedroom closet. Pulling down a large duffle bag, he started yanking down his summer hunting clothes. His winter hunting gear was at the cabin, and his hunting gear far outperformed anything that the government issued. Cramming it all in the bag, he grabbed his extra hunting boots and put them in as well.
Moving to the dresser, he threw in more stuff and was about to close the duffle bag, but stopped, looking again at his closet. He walked over and grabbed a pair of slacks and a polo shirt, tossing them in with his loafers. “Camouflage for the modern world,” he grinned and closed the bag.
After dropping it off downstairs, he ran around the house, grabbing a few more items and bringing them to the kitchen table, but froze upon hearing a car pull in the driveway. Pulling out his pistol, he eased over to the window and peeked out to see Sonya get out of the car carrying a stuffed bank bag and her purse was way overloaded. “What the hell did he park on the grass for?” Sonya said, looking at the truck and horse trailer as she shut her door.
“Where’s he taking the horses?” William asked getting out of the passenger side.
“He’s got some explaining to do,” Sonya said heading toward the house.
Holstering his pistol, Joshua tried to harden his heart as he felt it breaking. Sonya walked in and froze, looking at the pile of stuff on the kitchen table. She turned to see Joshua looking at her and saw his eyes were misty. “What’s going on?” she said tossing the bank bag on the table and putting her stuffed purse on the floor as William walked in and gawked at the pile.
Not saying anything, Joshua walked over and wrapped his arms around both of them. He hugged them tight for several minutes, then let them go. “Sit down, I need to tell you something,” he said pulling out two chairs from the table. When he’d finished telling them what had happened and what was said by the agents, Sonya and William stared at him with open mouths.
“I’m heading to the mountains,” he said, kneeling down in front of them. “If I’m not here, you’re not in danger.”
“Josh, you have witnesses that they tried to kill you,” Sonya said as tears ran down her face. “We can go to tell Buck.”
“Joey may be the sheriff, but he can’t stand up to the feds, babe,” Joshua
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