Chapter 2Fort Atkinson was a town that was builton the remainders of one of the original colonies that settled inAmerica back in the sixteen hundreds. It was nestled at the foot ofthe mountain, with the rock formations towering high above it.Snow-capped peaks finished off the postcard look. I could see theappeal: with the mountains in the background the town was safe fromattacks that way.
I would notice something like that. Ihadn’t been allowed to take my guns on the plane. Something aboutlicenses, and I had them sent by special courier. They would onlyarrive tomorrow, and I felt naked in this new town. I breathed in thecrisp mountain air and drove down the road on the rental bike. Istill couldn’t stomach a car, but that was because I was picky.
I’d left the night before and stayedin a m
