who is holding Tina, smiles and says, “Yeah right.” Don’t get the wrong idea about our relationship. If there is an issue of safety, or something important, I have the last word, because that is what I know best. When it comes to raising the children, I bow to the women of the house. Oh, by the way, Dayna asked me if I explained our situation to you. I kind of forgot that you may not know us very well yet. I am married to all three of the women I live with and all the children call me daddy, even though little Timmy is my only biological child. It was the girl’s idea, not mine, but I am not complaining either. We started plural marriage because there are so many more women than men in our groups.
So far it is working well, I love Dayna, Robin, and Melissa and I am very proud that the children think of me as their father. Morning comes much too quickly, as it has a tendency to do. This time we are taking more fire power along in case we need it. Roy who is a member of Ryan’s family decided to come along. We are glad of that because he has proven to be a very good shot with any weapon and he is his group’s best hunter. Dan is bringing along a couple of bows with enough arrows to fight a war with. He is as good with his bow as Roy is with the guns. We are taking two vans and the pickup truck. We saw a couple of dealerships in the city that had some very nice stake body trucks in the lot. There were also two propane trucks and a gasoline tanker in that city. We will have to take a look at getting those, when we have accomplished getting those people freed.
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Billy really wishes he could come along, but they may need him here. He is definitely the strongest man in any of the groups, and the biggest. He is over seven feet tall and weighs about 350 pounds. He is also one of the nicest people you could ever meet. We take off about mid- morning. We do not even know where we are going once we get past the city. It takes less time getting there this time because we had to push some vehicles and other obstacles out of the way the first time. We stop by the propane trucks and see that they are both almost full. We will definitely get these either on the way back, or we will come back for them. The gasoline tanker is also almost full, so we will get that as well. We go to where we last saw the guys from the south. The bodies are still here and so is some sign that we didn’t expect.
Looking around we find where the truck was parked and not too surprising there is a puddle of oil on the ground. Not a lot, but enough to see they have an oil leak. Now, according to the people we found here, those guys came here fairly often, so there may be a trail of oil leading to where they come from. There is not a lot of traffic on the roads, so it stands to reason that if we find oil on the road it came from their vehicle. Like most small cities there are only a couple of main roads in and out of here. Gary and I decide to walk ahead of the vehicles and look for signs of oil on the road. It doesn’t take very long until we find what we are looking for. We don’t have to follow the trail closely because there are only so many places they could turn off. We drive a good ten miles before we see more sign that someone has been driving on the road. This is at a cross roads and there are tire tracks on the pavement where someone took the corner too fast, more than once, by the amount of rubber on the road.
We have to be more careful now because we have no idea how far away they are. We are all watching a different direction searching for any sign of life. We go down this road for about six miles then we see the same kind of tracks on the pavement. We are following cautiously, still looking all around, hoping to see them before they see us. We are hoping to see some smoke maybe or something else we can see from a distance then go ahead on foot to see what we are getting into. We are barely crawling, not wanting to tip them off that we