Chapter 4War at home, how long will it last?
We could hear them out there, the helicopter, the blaring horns of the truck, the rounds being loosed into the shadows of trees and the trees themselves. Dad and I went from one spider hole to another looking for anyone coming close to the property. Luckily none of them figured the “animal trail” which ended at the house was really a road. None of them but one.
This guy was apparently smarter than the rest of them, and he went for a walk up the road by himself. Dad's traps didn't get him. The guy just kept on coming. We saw him for a long time. Dad's cameras were working very well indeed. He had a hand held radio attached to his belt, and he had one of those shoulder epaulet mounted microphones that he could reach up and key while doing someth
