Bug Out! Part 3: Motorhome Madness Read Online Free

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    As soon as they got into the gate, the Sheriff pulled out his cellphone and called Hilda.
    “Hilda? Jack here.”
    “What happed back there?” she asked. She sounded scared.
    “Tell everybody that our folks all survived,” he said, “but Jeb got shot in the leg. Do you have any crutches or a walker or a wheel chair?”
    “No walkers,” Jeb said.
    The Sheriff and Jerry chuckled.
    “I heard that,” Hilda said. “Tell that old reprobate that he’ll take what I give him and like it.”
    “I don’t think I want to tell him that, Hilda.” He laughed.
    “Alright, I do have a set of crutches, which were Jer’s from when he broke his hip. I’ll grab them and meet you guys.”
    “Thanks, Hilda,” he said. He put the phone back in his pocket.
    In the clubhouse, everybody was still afraid to move. Hilda looked at the women sitting at the table.
    “What’s going on?” Jane asked.
    “Everybody is alive, but Jeb’s hit in the leg. I need to get some crutches out to him.” She went into her house, which was in back of the clubhouse, and took the crutches out of the hall closet. Then she went out with them to meet the men. She watched Jeb trying to use his rifle as a cane and shook her head.
    “I hope that gun isn’t loaded, the way you are using it,” she said.
    “Oh, it’s empty alright. The bullets are stuck in some bad guys back there,” he said with a grin. He took the crutches and got them under his arms, and then shifted to one side so he could get his rifle on his back with the sling.
    They were just about to the veranda on the clubhouse. The Sheriff went off towards his car and got on the radio. He made several calls, and joined the others inside.
    “Alright, the doctor’s on his way. I also got the Army sending somebody, so we can discuss what happened back there.”
    “Good,” Jerry said. He sat down next to Jasmine, and she slid close and hugged him.
    “Where’s Frank?” Jane asked.
    “He is in the blind, keeping an eye out until the cavalry shows up,” Jeb said.
    “You left him out there alone?” Jane cried.
    “No, he’s not alone,” Jerry said. “He’s got Lucy with him, and that .44 mag lever gun. He’ll be good for a few minutes.”
    “By the way, you’ve got one hell of a dog there,” Jeb said. Jerry nodded in agreement.
    “What do you mean?” Jane asked, still visibly upset.
    “That damn dog saw the last two bad guys and pointed to them. We just had to look where she was looking.”
    “I’m not happy about him being there alone,” she said.
    “Ah, he’s pretty safe up there,” Jeb said. “The walls are thick enough to stop bullets.”
    Jane snorted. “You got hit.”
    “My own fault. I wasn’t expecting company, so I had the door open. They got me with the first shot. Killed four of them after that.”
    “Who’s them?” asked Hilda.
    “Three Islamist fighters, and three militia men,” Jerry said.
    “What!” Jane said. “Jeez, nobody has any good info around here. Were they working together or fighting each other?”
    “Working together, definitely,” Jeb said. “The person who shot me was a militia guy. He’s also the first one I shot. Traitor.”
    “So the Army has the situation all wrong?” asked Jasmine. “That’s not very encouraging.”
    “You’re telling me,” Jane said.
    A siren sound floated in from the distance, getting closer and closer. Then the fire department emergency vehicle pulled up in front of the clubhouse, and two paramedics piled out.
    “Where’s the doc?” the Sheriff asked.
    “Right behind us,” the first paramedic said.
    They heard another car pull up, and the door open and close. The doctor came running into the clubhouse with his black bag.
    “Where is he?” asked the doctor.
    “I’m right here, Doc,” Jeb said.
    “Jeb, I didn’t know it was you.”
    “Yep, it’s me, George. Be gentle.”
    “You’ll probably heal up on your own, you old bushwhacker,” the doctor said as he approached.