didn’t want to be by the gate anymore.
Easing through the gate, Lance pulled over to the barn and shut the Hummer off again. They cleared the barn again and let Jennifer start the gathering as they moved over grabbing bee suits and a cart. “Brings back memories,” Ian chuckled, pulling the net over his head.
Pulling the cart over, they loaded up four of the hives and pulled them over to the Dodge truck. Being as gentle as they could, they put the hives in the bed and went back for the other four. When they were loaded they wrapped the hives in netting then went to the barn to find Jennifer cussing as she loaded rolls of barbwire.
“We have a lot of that,” Lance said, moving over to help.
“This is one thing we can’t really make,” Jennifer huffed as they put it down.
“We see someone walking down the road,” Allie’s voice came over the radio, freezing all of them.
Seeing Ian and Jennifer moving fast out of the barn, Lance hissed. “Move slow; fast movement is easily seen.”
They crept to the front of the barn and didn’t see anything in front of the house on the road. Turning, they saw a figure moving at a slow pace down the road. “Shit, they saw that from a mile away,” Ian mumbled.
Lance moved back inside the barn, taking off his pack. “You two keep loading,” he said, pulling out the 3D camo and taking off his vest.
“You’re going to it?” Ian huffed.
“Be damned if I’m going to let him come here,” Lance said, pulling on the outfit.
They watched as Lance turned into a bush and grabbed his rifle. “You don’t need to go that far out for it,” Ian said, moving to the trailer and tightening his gloves.
“I’m not,” Lance said, putting on his hood and glasses. “I’m going to the edge of the field.”
Walking out slowly, Lance headed to the corner of the field where the fence stopped at the slope of the ridge that loomed over the farm. As he walked, Lance noticed the cows moving away from the fence and from the figure walking on the road. The figure stopped and changed directions, heading toward the fence then veering toward the moving cows. “Never done that before,” Lance mumbled as he walked slowly toward the figure.
When he was a hundred yards away, he could smell the stinker easily, but it was nothing compared to the dead ones. He saw it at one time was an old man as he walked into the fence, reaching out towards the cows and growling. Easing to within thirty yards, Lance raised his rifle, put his sight on the old man’s head, and squeezed the trigger.
The old man’s head snapped back, taking his body to the ground with a flop. Looking down the road, Lance saw two more figures stumbling toward him from down the road. “Have two more half a mile away,” he called over the radio.
“Trailers almost loaded,” Ian called back.
“Ian, can you back that truck up to the horse trailer?”
“Yeah,” Ian called back dejected.
“Call before you do; I want to see how they act.”
Lance just stood motionless as the two figures slowly moved toward him. They were only a few hundred yards away when Ian called, “Starting the truck.”
When the farm truck started, the two figures went from a slow shamble to a trot. “Yeah, they have a hard on for sound,” Lance mumbled, staying motionless.
He watched the two move down to the ditch and stop by the dead old man then look up at the barn as Ian backed the truck up to the horse trailer. Lance lifted his rifle and shot both. “That’s why I don’t want to use that damn equipment,” he said, pulling out a squeeze bottle and moving over to the fence.
He squirted lighter fluid over the bodies then put the bottle up and pulled out a lighter and reached through the fence. Whoosh sounded as the flames engulfed the bodies. “Not as flammable unless you let them set for a few days,” he grinned, putting the lighter up and stepping back.
Hearing the truck turn off, he looked back to see the trailer backed up to the
Easing through the gate, Lance pulled over to the barn and shut the Hummer off again. They cleared the barn again and let Jennifer start the gathering as they moved over grabbing bee suits and a cart. “Brings back memories,” Ian chuckled, pulling the net over his head.
Pulling the cart over, they loaded up four of the hives and pulled them over to the Dodge truck. Being as gentle as they could, they put the hives in the bed and went back for the other four. When they were loaded they wrapped the hives in netting then went to the barn to find Jennifer cussing as she loaded rolls of barbwire.
“We have a lot of that,” Lance said, moving over to help.
“This is one thing we can’t really make,” Jennifer huffed as they put it down.
“We see someone walking down the road,” Allie’s voice came over the radio, freezing all of them.
Seeing Ian and Jennifer moving fast out of the barn, Lance hissed. “Move slow; fast movement is easily seen.”
They crept to the front of the barn and didn’t see anything in front of the house on the road. Turning, they saw a figure moving at a slow pace down the road. “Shit, they saw that from a mile away,” Ian mumbled.
Lance moved back inside the barn, taking off his pack. “You two keep loading,” he said, pulling out the 3D camo and taking off his vest.
“You’re going to it?” Ian huffed.
“Be damned if I’m going to let him come here,” Lance said, pulling on the outfit.
They watched as Lance turned into a bush and grabbed his rifle. “You don’t need to go that far out for it,” Ian said, moving to the trailer and tightening his gloves.
“I’m not,” Lance said, putting on his hood and glasses. “I’m going to the edge of the field.”
Walking out slowly, Lance headed to the corner of the field where the fence stopped at the slope of the ridge that loomed over the farm. As he walked, Lance noticed the cows moving away from the fence and from the figure walking on the road. The figure stopped and changed directions, heading toward the fence then veering toward the moving cows. “Never done that before,” Lance mumbled as he walked slowly toward the figure.
When he was a hundred yards away, he could smell the stinker easily, but it was nothing compared to the dead ones. He saw it at one time was an old man as he walked into the fence, reaching out towards the cows and growling. Easing to within thirty yards, Lance raised his rifle, put his sight on the old man’s head, and squeezed the trigger.
The old man’s head snapped back, taking his body to the ground with a flop. Looking down the road, Lance saw two more figures stumbling toward him from down the road. “Have two more half a mile away,” he called over the radio.
“Trailers almost loaded,” Ian called back.
“Ian, can you back that truck up to the horse trailer?”
“Yeah,” Ian called back dejected.
“Call before you do; I want to see how they act.”
Lance just stood motionless as the two figures slowly moved toward him. They were only a few hundred yards away when Ian called, “Starting the truck.”
When the farm truck started, the two figures went from a slow shamble to a trot. “Yeah, they have a hard on for sound,” Lance mumbled, staying motionless.
He watched the two move down to the ditch and stop by the dead old man then look up at the barn as Ian backed the truck up to the horse trailer. Lance lifted his rifle and shot both. “That’s why I don’t want to use that damn equipment,” he said, pulling out a squeeze bottle and moving over to the fence.
He squirted lighter fluid over the bodies then put the bottle up and pulled out a lighter and reached through the fence. Whoosh sounded as the flames engulfed the bodies. “Not as flammable unless you let them set for a few days,” he grinned, putting the lighter up and stepping back.
Hearing the truck turn off, he looked back to see the trailer backed up to the
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