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Banned by U.K., Savage hits back
Radio talk star blocked from visits, along with terrorists, neo-Nazis
Talk radio host Michael Savage is considering legal action against Britain's top homeland security official after she released today a list grouping him with terrorists and neo-Nazi murderers banned from entry because the government believes their views might provoke violence.
In a telephone interview with WND, Savage said he is still waiting to hear back from attorneys, but he noted Britain has very strict anti-defamation laws.
Home Secretary Jacqui Smith said she decided to publicize the list of 16 people banned since October to show the type of behavior Britain will not tolerate, according to U.K. news reports.
Savage's immediate reaction upon hearing the news was typically wry.
"Darn! And I was just planning a trip to England for their superior dental work and cuisine," he recalled thinking.
"Then it sank in," he told WND, "and I said, 'She said this is the kind of behavior we won't tolerate? She's linking me with mass murderers who are in prison for killing Jewish children on buses? For my speech? The country where the Magna Carta was created?'"
Smith explained to Britain's GMTV that she believed it was "important that people understand the sorts of values and sorts of standards that we have here, the fact that it's a privilege to come and the sort of things that mean you won't be welcome in this country."
"Coming to this country is a privilege," she said. "If you can't live by the rules that we live by, the standards and the values that we live by, we should exclude you from this country and, what's more, now we will make public those people that we have excluded.
In an interview with the BBC, Smith said Savage, the No. 3-rated radio host in the U.S., is "someone who has fallen into the category of fomenting hatred, of such extreme views and expressing them in such a way that it is actually likely to cause inter-community tension or even violence if that person were allowed into the country."
Savage said his message for Smith and the people of the U.K. is, "Shame on you. Shame that you've fallen to such a low level."
"It's interesting to me that here I am a talk show host, who does not advocate violence, who advocates patriotic traditional values – borders, language, culture – who is now on a list banned in England," Savage said. What does that say about the government of England? It says more about them than it says about me."
The U.K. list also includes Hamas leader Yunis Al-Astal, former Ku Klux Klan grand wizard Stephen Donald Black, neo-Nazi Erich Gliebe and radical pastor American pastor Fred Phelps, known for his virulent anti-gay protests at funerals. Phelps' daughter Shirley Phelps-Roper also is on the list.
Smith said the British government believes the people on the list have views or attitudes that could provoke violence.
"If people have so clearly overstepped the mark in terms of the way not just that they are talking but the sort of attitudes that they are expressing to the extent that we think that this is likely to cause or have the potential to cause violence or inter-community tension in this country, then actually I think the right thing is not to let them into the country in the first place. Not to open the stable door then try to close it later," she said.
"It's a privilege to come to this country. There are certain behaviors that mean you forfeit that privilege."
The others on the list are Jewish extremist Mike Guzovsky; imprisoned Russian skinhead leaders Artur Ryno and Pavel Skachevsky; and Islamic leaders Wadgy Abd El Hamied Mohamed Ghoneim, Abdullah Qadri Al Ahdal, Safwat Hijazi , Amir Siddique, Abdul Ali Musa, Samir Al Quntar and Nasr Javed.
Said Savage, "How can a nation put me on a list and leave hate preachers in England who say that we're going to kill all of you? We're going to convert all of you to Islam. How is it possible that those hate preachers can't be deported from Britain, but I can be banned from Britain? People who advocate actual murder cannot be deported from Britain.
"How is it that liberalism has gotten so distorted and cowardly?"
http://www.worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=9712

Homeland agency pulled back extremism dictionary
WASHINGTON — The same Homeland Security Department office that categorized veterans as potential terrorists issued an earlier report that defined dozens of "extremists" ranging from black power activists to abortion foes. The report was nixed within hours and recalled from state and local law enforcement officials.
Whites and blacks, Christians and Jews, Cubans and Mexicans, along with tax-hating Americans were among several political leanings listed in the "Domestic Extremism Lexicon" that came out of the Office of Intelligence and Analysis (I&A) in late March.
The lexicon lists definitions for key terms and phrases used by Homeland Security analysts "that addresses the nature and scope of the threat that domestic, non-Islamic extremism poses to the United States," the report said.
Click here to download a PDF of "Domestic Extremism Lexicon" http://video1.washingtontimes.com/video/lexicon.pdf
Black separatism was defined as a movement that they said advocates the establishment of a separate nation within the U.S., and its members "advocate or engage in criminal activity and plot acts of violence directed toward local law enforcement" to advance their goals. Black power is a "term used by black separatists to describe their pride in, and the perceived superiority of the black race," the report said.
Under the listing "antiabortion extremism," the lexicon cites a movement that "advocates violence against providers of abortion-related services." It notes that some people in the movement "cite various racist and anti-Semitic beliefs to justify their criminal activities."
"The lexicon was not an authorized I&A product, and it was recalled as soon as management discovered it had been released without authorization," said Amy Kudwa, Homeland Security spokeswoman.
"This product is not, nor was it ever, in operational use," Ms. Kudwa said.
WASHINGTON — Rep. Peter T. King, New York Republican and ranking member of the House Homeland Security Committee, said the report "causes further concern that Congress needs to get to the bottom of exactly how DHS determines what intelligence products to distribute to law enforcement officials around the country."
"Although we have evidence that some of the groups described in this and other DHS intelligence products are an active terror threat to our nation, I would be interested in knowing why this lexicon mentioning left-wing extremist groups was deemed inappropriate by DHS and recalled, yet a similar report focusing on veterans, antiabortion activists and anti-illegal immigration activists was fit for distribution and sent out by DHS to law enforcement agencies across the country," Mr. King said.
The 11-page lexicon document lists terms from A through W, beginning with "aboveground," which is defined as extremist groups or people who "operate overtly and portray themselves as law-abiding," and ending with "white supremacist movement." The listing notes six categories of white supremacists: Neo-Nazi, Ku Klux Klan, Christian identity, racist skinhead, Nordic mysticism and Aryan prison gangs.
A "left-wing extremist" is described as someone who opposes war or is dedicated to environmental and animal rights causes, while a "right-wing extremist" is someone who is against abortion or for border enforcement.
The same "right-wing" definition appeared in a report last month that prompted an outcry in the veterans community for also suggesting that veterans of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars were targets for extremist groups to recruit for attacks against the U.S.
That report was not recalled; however, the department said it has instituted changes to more carefully review these reports before they are sent to local law enforcement agencies.
"Since this happened prior to our last experience, our new internal protocols were obviously not in place," Ms. Kudwa said.
Roger Mackin, the head of the I&A responsible for the report that suggested veterans were being recruited to commit terrorist acts in the U.S., was replaced late last month. Ms. Kudwa said then that the personnel moves were categorically not related to the veterans-related story reported by The Washington Times in mid-April.
She also said Mr. Mackin would move outside Homeland Security, to the cybersecurity section at the Office of the Director of National Intelligence. The new detail for Mr. Mackin had been planned for several weeks and predated the April 7 report, Ms. Kudwa said at the time.
The latest report to become public, the lexicon on domestic extremism, stated that people involved with anti-immigration extremism "may have been known to advocate or engage in criminal activity and plot acts of violence and terrorism to advance their extremist goals."
"They are highly critical of the U.S. government's response to illegal immigration and oppose government programs that are designed to extend 'rights' to illegal aliens, such as issuing driver's licenses or national identification cards and providing in-state tuition, medical benefits, or public education."
"Cuban independence extremism" is defined as those who "do not recognize the legitimacy of the Communist Cuban Government and who attempt to subvert it through acts of violence, mainly within the U.S."
Mexican separatism defines those would advocate an armed struggle to take back Arizona, California, New Mexico and Texas, the report stated.
Environmental extremism is described as those "who use violence to end what they perceive as the degradation of the natural environment by humans."
And, the "tax-resistance movement" is described as "groups or individuals who vehemently believe taxes violate their constitutional rights."
The criteria in the listings are a willingness to advocate or engage in criminal activity or plot acts of terrorism.
The report lists traditional extremist groups, such as racist skinheads or lone terrorists who might plot against the U.S., as well as some obscure groups. Racial Nordic mysticism is listed as an ideology adopted by many white supremacist prison gangs "who embrace a Norse mythological religion, such as Odinism or Asatru."
http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2009/may/05/homeland-pulled-back-extremism-dictionary/

Georgia says it stopped army mutiny
TBILISI, Georgia (AP) — Georgia said it had ended a brief mutiny Tuesday at a military base near the capital and thwarted a plan to disrupt NATO exercises.
The Interior Ministry first announced that the mutiny was part of a Russia-supported plot to overthrow the government, and that the suspected organizers had been arrested the night before.
But the ministry later backed off and said the plotters were intent mainly on disrupting NATO military exercises set to begin Wednesday in Georgia.
The several hundred soldiers at the base handed over their weapons and surrendered after speaking to President Mikhail Saakashvili, who suggested that force could be used against them if they refused to give themselves up to police, an Interior Ministry spokesman said.
Saakashvili said in a televised address that the mutiny was an isolated case and the situation in the country
"The plan was to have military riots at different places all over Georgia," Interior Ministry spokesman Shota Utiashvili said. "To make sure that at the minimum the NATO training will not happen and at the maximum there is a full-scale military riot in the country."
Russia's NATO envoy Dmitri Rogozin was quoted by the Interfax news agency as saying the allegations of Russian involvement were "crazy."
Russia's Foreign Ministry said the Georgian government was engaged in its "latest anti-Russian prank." The ministry statement said, "Russia in principal does not interfere in the internal affairs of Georgia."
An official in Saakashvili's office said the intent of the mutineers seemed to be limited to disrupting the upcoming NATO exercises. There was no evidence, he said, that they planned a coup attempt. Neither is there any evidence of Russian involvement. He spoke on condition he not be identified because he was not authorized to speak on the record.
Russia, which fought a brief war with Georgia last year, has sharply criticized the exercises, which it said would encourage Saakashvili to rebuild its devastated army.
The Georgian president has been the target of more than three weeks of street protests by opposition demonstrators demanding he resign. His government has accused Russians of supporting the opposition.
The official in Saakashvili's office said the mutiny was inspired by a small group of disgruntled officers who were involved in a similar action at the same base in 2001.
Opposition leaders said the reports of the planned coup were made up; some called it a "virtual coup" and a "staged play."
"It's nothing but a tall tale, and we've heard so many of them already," said Georgy Khaindrava, a former Saakashvili ally. "Saakashvili could not make up anything smarter."
Utiashvili, the Interior Ministry spokesman, had said the suspected coup plot was organized by a former special forces commander, Georgy Gvaladze. Gvaladze and another former military commander have been arrested, and other suspects were still being sought, he said.
He also had said the ministry has a video of Gvaladze talking to his supporters about the planned coup, and that he is shown saying that 5,000 Russian troops will come to support the coup, and that it was planned for Thursday.
A ministry statement released later said Gvaladze was accused of organizing the military mutiny.
Defense Minister David Sikharulidze said earlier that he had been blocked from entering the military base in Mukhrovani, about 20 miles from Tbilisi, the capital. The base's tank battalion of about 500 army personnel had announced that they would refuse to follow orders, he said.
Among the mutineers were civilians who had no relation to the battalion, he said.
The soldiers from Mukhrovani were bused to another base, where they were to be questioned.
The NATO exercises, which continue through June 1, were originally planned to include about 1,300 personnel from 19 NATO and partner nations.
But some former Soviet republics have recently decided not to take part.
Among the countries to back out was Armenia, which is dependent on Russia for its economic survival. Four other former Soviet republics — Estonia, Latvia, Kazakhstan and Moldova — and Serbia also had decided to pull out, the Russian newspaper Vedomosti reported Tuesday.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/world/2009-05-05-georgia-coup_N.htm

At What Point Is a Traitor a Patriot?
by William Buppert
"Fascism should more appropriately be called Corporatism because it is a merger of state and corporate power"
~ Benito Mussolini
We are now entering an era where not only is your patriotism questioned but the word traitor is bandied about with abandon by the usual suspects in DC whenever one is disappointed or outraged by the latest usurpation of liberties and freedom from the central government and the Offal Office in the WAFL (War Against Freedom and Liberty) House formerly known as the White House.
Little did we know that in 1917 Woodrow Wilson and Vladimir Lenin started an ideological race to see whether America or Russia would form the perfect Soviet union. Fast-forward to the last decade of the Busheviks and Obamunism and it appears obvious the Russians came in second and we took the Gold Medal. The collectivist efforts of the Government Supremacist Party with its Democrat and Republican wings have finally paid off and we are entering the home stretch where the Federal Government now takes ownership in major corporate ventures, the entire banking system and the national security apparatus is being used to seal the deal. I would submit the system is doomed but it does not mean the DC regime won’t take the rest of us down with it.
Now we are asked to pledge our support and monies to a government that is not only out of control and extra-Constitutional but seeking to turn America into a Stalinist hellhole flying a Green Swastika.
So what is treason and what is traitor?
The Constitution of the United States, Article III, defines treason against the United States to consist only in levying war against them, or in adhering to their enemies, giving them aid or comfort. This offence is punished with death. By the same article of the Constitution, no person shall be convicted of treason, unless on the testimony of two witnesses to the same overt act, or on confession in open court. The more conventional definition means one’s refusal to acknowledge the legitimacy of the present government or performing services for foreign nations like spying or fighting as the Patricios did during the 1848 Mexican-American conflict.
Pay attention to the second clause. Who in America truly thinks we were destined to become a stronger imitation of the pathetic Soviet structure of state organizing principles embracing the worst economic nostrums, the brutality of occupation behavior by the central government toward its citizens ensuring the creation and nurturing of a special class of rulers in our own American nomenklatura? I would suggest that our rulers in DC are adhering to their enemies, giving them aid or comfort because they are contravening the Constitution and the spirit and letter of limited governance on a daily basis.
Let me make one more clarification that will alienate some readers. My reference to patriot is lower case much like my use of libertarian. I have no use for the conspiracists, religionists and opportunists who use the capital-P Patriot nomenclature as a thin disguise for their lack of intellectual rigor or a red, white and blue excuse to avoid their financial obligations (I am not referring to taxes). Whether the Christian Identity church or the self-styled Patriot lawyers who plead their cases before government courts, I am not interested.
It is high time to revisit the definitions because the gulf between our rulers and the people is ever widening and the knives are coming out. The question actually becomes who is the traitor. Those who seek to lift the Constitution above men to substantiate the rule of law or a rule by men who hold themselves above the Constitution in interpretation. I have commented before that the Supreme Court is the use of robed government employees to expand and approve the growth of the Leviathan state at the expense of individual liberty with an imprimatur of legitimacy and it has proven out.
We now see that there is nothing the Federal government can recognize as a brake or impediment to whatever power they wish to exercise. We have sophisticated men and women going through intellectual rationalizations of torture and the imposition of institutionalized physical pain on men who have no Constitutional rights whatsoever. Washington, with a sweeping gesture of overbearing arrogance, participates in the largest multi-trillion dollar money-laundering exercise in the history of man to satisfy bankster special interests and does not allow the bill-payers to see where or what the money is doing and discourages the borrowers to repay the monies loaned.
So it appears as if we are laboring under a tyranny that would make George III blush. The Tea Parties have at least encouraged some Americans to look at their roots. I, for one, agree with the recent Tea Party critic on LRC that the events are far too civil but the time for mischief is coming. The original Boston Tea Party did not file EPA impact statements or ask permission to smash the state.
The point is that treason is usually the term employed by the besieged statists when they discover someone has parted the curtain or discovered their tailors are using vapor fabric. The eminent Lysander Spooner would inform you it is no treason at all to oppose bad laws.
The Congress has even gone so far as to question the use of wiretaps that catch them in the net when they betray their country to a foreign power which are the very authorizations they themselves enjoined against the American people. CongressCreature Jane Harmon obviously has loyalty issues that are much more germane to the traditional understanding of traitorous behavior:
Lo and behold, Jane’s had an epiphany. She now "think[s] the question is about ... did our government abuse the rights of American citizens, including members of Congress, with legal or illegal wiretappings…" It seems that compromising yourself on tape focuses the mind about as wonderfully as hanging does. And catch Jane’s conflating "members of Congress" with "American citizens." What a wit!
What an ingenious defense from the same Congress that has appointed the illiterate Janet Napolitano to head up the Department of Fatherland Security which is presently hounding the right-wing terrorists of the nation who either agree with the Constitution or served in the military. A tangled web we weave. So, so (your best Joe Pesci imitation), let me get this straight. I am a traitor if I wish to observe the Constitution as the highest law of the land using strict constructionist interpretation but I am a loyal American if I seek to exercise leniency or influence on the outcome of a spy debacle by AIPAC. Just so you know that justice turns in the way we have cynically come to expect in DC, the espionage charges against the AIPAC defendants have been dropped.
The Tea Party in 1775 was a traitorous act by Britons against Britain and a necessary event to sever the illegitimate rule of a faraway government (much like DC but more mild and principled) which sought through taxes, regulation and military occupation to lord over a people who wanted none of it. It was a traitorous act in the sense it refused to any longer recognize the legitimacy and span of control exercised by a many-tentacled imperial beast reliant on a host to draw energy and power from much like a remora. DC is the sine qua non of the modern phenomenon of a Remora Nation. It represents the last gasp of a grasping, imperious and unprincipled kakistocracy (government by the least qualified or most unprincipled citizens) desperately clinging to power for the sheer sake of it.
We are in a unique situation in these united States as opposed to the Colonists. We have founding documents in both the DI and the Constitution (dare we say the unfairly maligned Articles of Confederation) that can be used as a measure of performance and a report card for our rulers in DC. They have failed. The whole Progressive and Neoconservative project is in an ascendant position that will either collapse or seal the fate of all freedom-loving Americans. I would suggest that we are strikingly similar to the Soviet Union in the 1980s with the implementation of policies that are nonsensical, dangerous and economically illiterate. They are conducting themselves much like a nomenklatura bent on securing their fortunes and immunity before the whole rotten system known as modern twentieth-century American governance rips asunder under the weight of its stunning contradictions and absurdly vicious behavior to its host population.
My point is that the traitors aren’t us; it is every man and woman who places their allegiance to a contemporary power structure in DC and not to the foundational documents that animated the Founding. In the end, the government-media complex is a powerful propaganda tool which may succeed in identifying Americans who want limited or no government as traitors, so there it is. If a traitor is the American who takes a stand, draws a line in the sand and stands against the Red Tide emanating from DC, count me in the ranks. I love my country but fear my government.
"...it does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds..."
~ Samuel Adams
http://lewrockwell.com/buppert/buppert22.html

Olofson machine gun transfer conviction upheld
May 4, 3:19 PM
David R. Olofson's conviction "for knowingly transferring a machinegun in violation of 18 U.S.C. § 922(o)" has been upheld.
A May 1 ruling from the United States Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit held on May 1:
In sum, the defendant’s proffered jury instruction was not a correct statement of the law, and the district court properly rejected it. Furthermore, the evidence presented at trial was sufficient to sustain Olofson’s conviction, and 18 U.S.C. §§ 922(o) and 924(a)(2) are not unconstitutionally vague as applied to the facts of this case. In addition, the district court did not abuse its discretion in either excluding the defendant’s firearms expert from the courtroom during the government expert’s testimony or in denying Olofson’s motion to compel the production of evidence he had requested from the government. Accordingly, we AFFIRM Olofson’s conviction.
Earlier today I reported on my WarOnGuns blog that exclusion of expert witness Len Savage from the courtroom during testimony by his government counterpart was held to be "not an abuse of discretion." The Wisconsin Law Journal case digest can be read here.
Olofson's legal options at this point appear to be to request the Seventh Circuit Court to hear the case en banc, to petition the Supreme Court, or to accept the decision. A relief fund has been established to fund his legal costs by Gun Owners of America.
More information on developments in this case will be reported as they're made known.
Click here to download the decision.
For those unfamiliar with the case, see the additional information at the bottom of this post. In short, Olofson had a semiautomatic rifle that could misfire if certain ammuniton was used. It was determined that even though it was a malfunction, it legally met the definition of a machine gun.
http://www.examiner.com/x-1417-Gun-Rights-Examiner~y2009m5d4-Olofson-Machine-Gun-Transfer-Conviction-Upheld

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Here is part two of The Liddy Scenario
They were all also up at six the next morning. Julie Anne had been more than a little concerned for her privacy, but both men went well out of their way to give her all she wanted and then some. Brody had breakfast ready for them when Julie Anne and Ranger had finished in the bathroom and were dressed. He did the same while they ate.Since they were going to fuel up Brody’s truck, they all rode it, with the bicycles in the back. Brody dropped Julie Anne and her new bicycle off at City Hall, and he and Ranger went out the rest of the way to the cemetery. The first thing they did upon arriving was refuel the truck and the equipment. Ranger dropped the measuring stick in the tank and read it. Less than fifty gallons.They’d barely finished when the first semi showed up. Things were getting worse. The truck had fuel for its engine, but none for the reefer trailer. The bodies would no longer be frozen, or even chilled. Even with the PPE on it was a terrible experience. The driver of the truck, after the first whiff when he opened the trailer doors, began to throw up and ran to the cab of the truck to get away from the smell.It wasn’t the first time they’d laid a baby to rest, but under these conditions the three that they did that morning were harder than any of the others. The two men could see the tears in each others eyes when they looked at one another after the last one was set down. Brody and Ranger covered the bodies with an inch or so of earth just as quickly as they could after they were in the trench and then slowly worked to finish filling the section.That was the last semi. Apparently there was no more fuel for the big trucks. That is not to say the bodies quit coming. They didn’t. But it was one or two at a time, in whatever city vehicle had a little fuel. Ambulances, street maintenance trucks, even some commercial trucks that still had a little fuel had been commandeered for the cemetery runs. More than one vehicle was left at the cemetery parking lot, without enough fuel to get back to their assigned station. A few of the drivers took off walking. Some caught rides with vehicles that still had fuel.Brody had made a point of parking his truck in the cemetery garage and closing the door that morning. It was noon time, and Brody and Ranger were sitting outside the garage, eating their MRE lunch. There was only one more MRE left.Julie Anne showed up on her bicycle, looking what could best be described as disheveled. She obviously wasn’t a regular bike rider. At least she’d decided on wearing pants instead of one of her usual business suit skirt, blouse, and jacket combos.“I hurt in places I didn’t even know I had,” she said, stepping off the bicycle when she got up to them. “I guess it’s better than walking, but remind me not to plan any trips on one.”Brody and Ranger looked at one another, and then back at Julie Anne when she continued.“How are you guys holding out?”“It’s tough,” Brody said. “Without the reefers… It’s just bad.”Julie Anne’s face fell. “They’ve already run out of fuel and started using the small stuff?”Ranger nodded and swept an arm to include the vehicles on the lot. “Small stuff is running out of fuel, too.”“What are we going to do?” Julie Anne asked, accepting the MRE and bottle of water that Brody held out to her. She sat down on an upturned bucket the way Brody and Ranger were to eat.“All that we can do,” Brody said, after taking a sip of water. “If the city can’t get the bodies here, we can’t bury them.”“But what happens then?” Julie Anne added a bit of water to the entrée heater pack and slipped the entrée in.Brody and Ranger exchanged another of their meaningful looks.“The way I see it,” Brody said slowly, “is when we reach the point where we simply can’t do anything else, we either decide to hole up at my place… Or we boogie on out of here for greener pastures.”“Leave?” Julie Anne asked. “We can’t just leave!”“Why not?” asked Ranger.“Because… Well… Because… We just can’t! What about the city?”“You’re in the know at the EOC,” Brody said. “What is the city doing? And for how much longer can it do it?”Julie Anne bit her lip. “People are trying. The ones that are left. Some left early on… A few more, every day. You’ve buried some that didn’t have any supplies or couldn’t take the heat or died of dehydration in their sleep. The Mayor keeps asking for help from the State, and the Governor is asking for help from the Feds. Everything is just falling apart! No one can get paid. And even if they did, there’s no food or fuel to buy. And it is so hot all day and all night!” She was blinking back tears.“It’s like this all over,” Brody said gently. “People are helping people where they can. But everyone has to do what they can for themselves.”“I know,” Julie Anne said. She sat there holding the MRE entrée without eating it. “But how?”“You just plug along and don’t give up,” Ranger said. “That means eating when you can.”Julie Anne began to eat, silently. She ate all the components of the MRE and drank a full bottle of water. “I need to go back to the EOC and see what the situation is, now.”“Be careful,” Brody cautioned her. “People are desperate. Someone might even try to take your bicycle to get out of town on.”“Surely not! I’m a City Employee!”“So?” Ranger asked, very softly for him.“I’m trying to help!”“Of course you are,” Brody said. “But they won’t know that ahead of time and might not care if you even get a chance to tell them. For what it’s worth, we’ll come looking for you if you aren’t back here by seven.”It was more the last statement that scared her than the earlier statements. “I’ll be careful. And I’ll be back in plenty of time.” With that she climbed back on the bicycle and pedaled away.“Things are getting out of hand, dude,” Ranger told Brody. “She’s almost clueless. This city is going to go up in flames if things don’t get better, and you know that isn’t likely. We really need to be thinking about getting to Toby’s place.”“I know, Ranger. But there is just something about her… She’s a babe in the woods about some of this, but she’s working like a trooper, doing everything she can of her job.” Brody looked at his friend. “Let’s see what she has to say tonight, watch what news we can get, and then make some kind of decision.”“Works for me,” Ranger replied. He stood, tossed his trash in the can beside the garage door, and hitched up the Tyvek coveralls tied at his waist. Brody did the same, and they headed back to continue filling the trench over the last body that had arrived.Brody was pacing back and forth at six thirty that evening, in front of the garage. Julie Anne hadn’t showed up yet. But then he saw her pedaling toward him and relaxed slightly. When she stopped beside him she slowly got off the bike. Brody could tell she’d been crying.“What is it?” he asked as Ranger looked on.“They are starting to burn the bodies!”“Where in the world are they getting the fuel?” Ranger asked.“They got a tank car in, but it was decided it was better to burn the bodies near their point of death using some of the diesel to get the fires going than it was to bring them out here. There’s dysentery and cholera going around.”“There really isn’t that much risk with most communicable diseases for transmission from corpses. But cholera is one of them. It’s nothing to play around with,” Brody told Julie Anne. “It could turn epidemic quickly, if proper procedures aren’t used to handle the bodies. Things like we’ve been doing.”“There aren’t enough suits and respirators and gloves and boots and… There just isn’t enough to go around for everyone exposed to some of the corpses.” Julie Anne sighed. “Maybe they are right to burn the bodies where they are.”“It would be better to bring them here and keep a burning pit going in one of the slit trenches,” Ranger said. “Use less fuel and keep the danger as isolated as possible.”“I’ll suggest that in the morning. Right now… Can we go home? I’m exhausted,” Julie Anne said.Only a few minutes later they three were pedaling their way toward Brody’s apartment building. Though Julie Anne was oblivious to the fact, Ranger and Brody had seen the activity ahead of them. Someone was planning on ambushing them.“Turn left! Turn left!” Brody said urgently, nearly running over Julie Anne as he did that very thing, before she could react.“What? Why? This isn’t the way to your apartment.”“There are some people up that street laying for us,” Ranger quickly said, stopping when Julie Anne did, turning the bike around to watch the street intersection.“Come on, Ms Baumgartner! We need to travel quickly!” Brody was speaking urgently. He started off, looking backward at her. “Come on!” Ranger will keep watch and delay them until I can get you away.”“Me? Safe? What is…” At least she’d started pedaling, following behind Brody. She looked back at Ranger and gasped at what she saw. He had a handgun drawn and was pointing it toward the intersection where they’d turned.She looked around at Brody, who was pedaling slowly still trying to urge her to more speed. “Come on!”“He’s got a handgun,” she protested when she pulled up even with Brody. “They’re illegal!”“Yeah, well…” Brody ducked when he heard the sound of a shot.Julie Anne looked around. “What’s he shooting at?”“That wasn’t him, Julie Anne! That’s someone shooting at us! Come on, will you?” Brody reached over and gave Julie Anne a push on her back to speed her up. She was looking behind her and she saw the muzzle flash of a gun aimed at them. Then the flash of Ranger returning fire.She didn’t hesitate after that, suddenly terrified at what might happen to her if caught… There had been stories going around the EOC about women caught out… Julie Anne stood on the pedals and was pedaling for all she was worth, following Brody.“What about Ranger?” she called over to Brody.“He can handle himself! You just stay with me! When you’re safe, I’ll go after Ranger!”Julie Anne wasn’t sure she could pedal another stroke when they arrived at Brody’s apartment building. Brody tossed her his keys and spun his bike around. They could still hear gunshots from the direction they’d come.“I’m going back,” Brody yelled. “Get in the apartment.”There was no argument this time. Carrying the bike, Julie Anne hurried up the steps as quickly as she could, shying away twice when someone opened an apartment door, having heard her banging the bicycle against the walls in her haste.She fumbled the keys getting into the apartment, but finally got inside, ready to collapse. But she moved over to a window and peeked out. It was fairly dark now and she could see muzzle flashes, though she wasn’t hearing the sound of the shots. But they stopped and she neither saw nor heard anything for a long time.Julie Anne thought she’d jumped out of her skin when a loud knock sounded on the door to the apartment. “It’s me and Ranger,” came Brody’s voice through the door. She hurriedly went to the door and unlocked it for them to enter. Both were carrying their bikes.“Are you both all right?” she asked, looking at them intently after turning on the battery lamp.“Got a little nick from that first round,” Ranger said, very obviously quite annoyed at the fact.“Get the first-aid kit,” Brody told Julie Anne. “It’s not bad, but I want to get it cleaned and covered. He’s sweating like a pig and it might contaminate the wound if there is something on his clothes from handling the bodies.”Julie Anne saw Ranger turn pale at Brody’s words before she headed off to the bedroom. She’d seen a tote marked first-aid kit. When she carried it back into the living room Ranger was sitting down and Brody had the battery lamp held close to his right arm.“Should be fine,” Brody said, handing the lamp to Julie Anne to hold for him after she set down the first-aid kit. She watched, entranced, as Brody helped Ranger get his shirt off and then began working on the short crease on his upper right shoulder.He cleaned it thoroughly, and then held it closed with one hand as he applied wound closure strips to it. The entire time Ranger had stayed silent, lips a tight line from the pain. With the wound closed, Brody went through the first-aid kit and pulled out a bottle of over-the-counter pain reliever and gave Ranger three of them. Julie Anne went to get a bottle of water for him to wash them down with.With Ranger taken care of, Julie Anne suddenly found herself shaking uncontrollably. Brody saw her and quickly went to her. She didn’t object when he took her in his arms and held her for several moments.He released her and, looking deep into her eyes, asked, “You want to talk about it?”Julie Anne bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m okay. I just am going to have to be more careful. I can see that.”Brody let it go at that, but kept a close eye on her as they went about the evening routine of getting sponge baths to wash away the day’s sweat, get into clean clothes, and have something for supper.Julie Anne was watching Brody in amazement as he put together their supper, using storage supplies and two single burner camping stoves. “This is good,” she said when Brody offered her a taste. Brody smiled in return.They settled in early after their supper, tired from the day anyway, but exhausted from the hard ride away from danger they had taken.The next morning, as he changed the dressing on Ranger’s arm, Brody saw Julie Anne acting hesitantly as they got ready to leave. “You want me to go with you to the EOC this morning?”Eagerly she asked, “Would you?”“Sure.” Brody looked over at Ranger. “You in?”Ranger nodded. “Just a scratch. I’m good to go. Strength in numbers.” He looked at Julie Anne. “I don’t suppose you’d want to carry a piece, just in case?”“A piece?” she asked quizzically, and then, when it dawned on her what he meant, she shook her head. “No. Positively not. Handguns are against the law in this city. I’m certainly not going to turn you in, but I don’t want any part of it.”Ranger nodded and didn’t press the matter, which surprised Brody. “Well, if everyone has everything they need, I guess we should be off, if we’re going to do this.”Julie Anne let the two men go first to check the area around the apartment building entrance. No, she didn’t want a gun, but she did admit to herself that there was more than a little comfort in knowing that someone had one, and was on her side.Brody motioned to her and she joined them on the street. As they rode at an easy, steady pace toward the EOC in City Hall, all three began to feel a bit eerie. There was almost no activity or noise to be seen or heard. They saw two dead bodies on the way, but didn’t approach them. Brody made a note of where they were so they could be picked up and dealt with.Brody and Ranger waited outside the building, talking quietly about future plans, while Julie Anne went inside. She wasn’t there very long. It wasn’t a particularly happy smile, but she was smiling slightly. “They agreed to keep taking bodies to the cemetery and burying them in the trenches. Dr. Crane, the coroner, said without a huge amount of diesel we’d never be able to burn the bodies. It is harder to do than I knew.”Her smile faded. “But they won’t allocate any more manpower or equipment.”“Well, that’s just great!” Ranger said, his anger obvious. “What do they expect? For the dead to get up and walk there on their own?”Julie Anne kept her composures at Ranger’s outburst. “No. No. I got them to agree to fill the cemetery diesel tank, and offered the use of Brody’s truck and you two to take the reports that come in to the EOC. We’d get the bodies ourselves.”“We?” asked Ranger, a bit more calmly.“I thought… I can’t handle the bodies… But I can drive.” Julie Anne’s response was soft, and both men could tell it was costing her. “I should do more than just sit around.”“You’ll still need to wear PPE,” Brody said.Julie Anne held up the bag she’d carried out of the building. “I have what I need. We can get another box of filters, but that’s about it.”“Ranger,” Brody said, “It’s up to you. I’m willing. But this is far more than I asked you to do.”“What the hey?” Ranger said after a few seconds. “In for a penny, in for a pound.”“Thank you,” Julie Anne said. “Both of you.”“Let’s get this dog and pony show on the road,” Ranger said, straddling his bike. Brody took the bag from Julie Anne and put it on the rack on the rear of his bike and strapped it down. The three started pedaling toward the cemetery.The fuel truck was already there, filling the fuel tank. All three noted the pistol belt around the driver’s waist and the grip of the pistol in the holster. Julie Anne stared at it for a moment, but said nothing.“Sign off on this,” the fuel truck driver said as soon as the tank was full. “I want out of here. Criminey. A delivery in a cemetery. Don’t seem right. It is spooky.”Julie Anne signed the delivery receipt and handed the clipboard back to the driver. He tore out the yellow copy of the form and handed it to Julie Anne. “Good-bye and good luck. I am so out of here!”Placing the receipt in her hip pack, Julie Anne took out a relatively short list. “These are the reports the EOC got in during the night. The two bodies we found were already on it.”“I’ll get the truck out, Brody said. Ranger and Julie Anne stood silently as Brody went into the garage and opened the garage door, and then drove the truck outside. Ranger went in and closed the door as Brody stopped the truck and got out.All three put on their PPE, leaving off the respirators. “How do you stand this, in this heat?” Julie Anne asked, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead as soon as she zipped up the Tyvek coverall.“Goes with the territory. Expect to loose weight,” Ranger said.“At least something good will come of it,” Julie Anne said.“You don’t need to lose any, and there is a lot of other good coming out of this,” Ranger said gruffly and moved over to the truck. He got in the cab and slid over to the middle of the seat.Julie Anne’s eyes widened in surprise and she looked over at Brody. “He’s a surprise a minute,” Brody said.“I guess,” Julie Anne said, walking over to the truck, trying to get adjusted to the over boots she was wearing over her athletic shoes she been using since she got the bike.Neither man said anything at the initial awkward moments as she drove the truck away from the garage in spits and spurts. She turned red and kept her eyes straight ahead until she managed to get the feel of the boots and driving the truck in them.It was a horrendous day for the three. Their first stop was to pick up charred bodies that others had tried to burn with some of the diesel and failed. After almost throwing up into her respirator at the first body, Brody and Ranger insisted she stay in the truck while they handled the bodies. They appreciated her effort, but they needed her in condition to drive.All the past efforts had been to handle the bodies as respectfully as possible, never putting one on top of another, but that went by the wayside. Brody and Ranger had to stack the bodies like cordwood in the bed of the pickup, and then again in the slit trench to minimize the amount of dirt work they would have to do with the equipment.Julie Anne had brought, along with her PPE, ID tags and personal effects bags with her. Brody and Ranger quit trying to check the bodies where they found them. The few people that were about nearly went ballistic when they saw Brody and Ranger going through the clothes of the bodies, looking for ID.Brody had Julie Anne write down the description he gave her of each body and the location found. The bodies were searched at the cemetery, and ID’s found, where they existed, and personal effects were bagged and tagged before the bodies were put in the trench.Many of the bodies had already been disturbed, some with indications they’d been searched and valuables taken. Some had suffered depredation from the many feral animals that were roaming the streets of the city. Some were in their homes or apartments. Many, like the two the team had seen that morning, lay abandoned on the street, placed there by people fearful of disease.None of the three could stomach a lunch, though they went through the rest of the bottled water Julie Anne had provided. They finished picking up every body on the list that Julie Anne had been given, but it was already late in the day and none of the three were up to going back to the EOC and to get another list. The bodies they’d recovered were covered, filling the trench they’d been using. Brody drove Julie Anne and Ranger back to the apartment.Brody insisted they all eat something, though, like the other two, he didn’t eat much. But they consumed several bottles of water between them.“Time to get more water,” Brody said, surveying his remaining supply. “Before we go traipsing out at night, let’s try the boiler and hot water heater in the basement.”“Is that water safe?” Julie Anne asked. She’d started to protest on other grounds, but decided they really did have to find some water.“Should be, anyway, but we’ll filter it all, just in case,” Ranger said. He pointed at the stainless steel appliance on Brody’s kitchen counter. “That’s a Crown Berkey purifier. We just pour the water we recover into the top, and draw off the filtered water at the bottom.”“Nice,” Julie Anne said. “I use a Brita pitcher to get the bad taste out of the water. I guess that’s just a big version.”“Little more process than a Brita,” Brody said, “but yes, essentially the same thing. A Brita would probably work for the water we’re going after tonight, but I’d be leery of it for water from the lakes, ponds, and the river. We may have to resort to that pretty soon.”As they made their way down to the basement, carrying several of Brody’s now empty water containers, Julie Anne asked, “What about the other tenants. Won’t they need some of this water?”“First come, first served,” Ranger said. “If there were babies… or pregnant women… I might try to see that they get some. But people are responsible for themselves. It’s not up to me to provide for all their needs because of their shortsightedness.”“I see,” was all Julie Anne said, and let the subject drop.Brody set down the two five-gallon containers he was carrying and pulled out his keys when they got to the basement access door.“You have keys for the basement in your apartment building?” Julie Anne asked.“Uh… Unofficially,” Brody said. “This basement will provide good shelter space in case of a nuclear attack. I want to be able to get into it easily. I kind of borrowed the super’s keys once and had a key made for me.”“Oh, Brody!” Julie Anne said. “How do you two manage to stay out of jail?”“Practice,” Ranger said, grinning.“A lot of it, I bet,” Julie Anne replied, a small smile curving her lips.“Okay,” Brody said when he had the door open. “Over this way.”Brody knew his way around the basement, and all three of them had brought flashlights, so it didn’t take long to fill the containers. Julie Anne couldn’t quite handle one of them full, so she held the flashlight as Brody and Ranger carried theirs upstairs and then for Ranger when he went down for the other two. Brody was pouring water from one of the containers into the top of the Crown Berkey when they returned.With clean drinking water, and plenty of water to bathe with, Julie Anne didn’t object when Brody offered her a hot shower instead of a sponge bath. He heated water on the camp stove and filled a sun shower bag with the water and showed her how to use it in the tub in the bathroom.All three took advantage of the sun shower and then Brody and Ranger went back to the basement to refill the containers while Julie Anne prepared a simple meal for them all.They listened to Brody’s battery radio that evening before they went to bed. The news wasn’t good. Even in the Mid-West, where there had been few attacks, things were getting very bad. Julie Anne, Brody, and Ranger could attest to that.There was tremendous loss of life, again for the same reasons the three were seeing in their city. The heat and resulting dehydration due to lack of water, lack of medical care and sanitation, even starvation as the situation continued. Violence was rampant as those most desperate made every effort they could to provide for their families, on top of the ordinary crime that was a part of life in modern society.Julie Anne went to bed, a very thoughtful look on her face.The next five days went much as that first one. The heat wave still had not broken and even young, normally healthy individuals were succumbing to it, lacking adequate water. When they stopped at the City Hall on that sixth day, Julie was about to enter the building when shots rang out inside.Startled, Julie Anne just stood there until Brody ran up the stairs and grabbed her. “Come on! Let’s get out of here!”“But…” Julie Anne tried to protest, but one of the front windows was smashed from a bullet coming from inside the building. It had been aimed at her. She joined Brody and Ranger in the truck and Brody sped away.“What is going on?” Julie Anne asked.“I don’t know, but I think the city government is no more,” Ranger said. “Anarchy reigns for the moment. Brody! Look out!”Two men, armed with rifles or shotguns, stepped out into the street from behind vehicles. Brody, with nowhere to go, floored the accelerator. One of the men got off a wild shot before the right front fender knocked him flying. The other man had jumped back in time and began firing at them as Brody made the first turn he could.All three of them on alert, Brody took a roundabout route back to the apartment building. When they were all in the apartment, Brody turned to look at Julie Anne and said, “Okay. Things are out of hand. I’m not risking my life or Ranger’s out in that anarchy. It’s time to bug-out. We have a place to go. You’re welcome to go with us.”Julie Anne’s habit of biting her lip when in difficult thought showed itself again. “I… I… I so want to help in the city…” She took a deep breath, released it, and then continued. “But I think you are right. Until authority is reestablished in the city, it’s not going to be safe on the streets. Is there any way we can stay and try to help in the recovery, when it happens?”Ranger was shaking his head. “Not during this phase of the collapse. A lot of people are going to have to kill each other off before a recovery can take place. Until then it’s better to crawl in a hole with supplies, and pull the entrance in behind you.”“Ranger is right, Ms Baumgartner. I have supplies for another month for the three of us, but it could be many months… even years… before the city is safe again.”“But what would I do? I can’t live off you. It’s not right.”“You have two good hands and a head on your shoulders. Will mean helping out on a working farm, but I believe you could handle it,” Ranger said.Brody was nodding. “Toby will find a spot for you at his place, if you’re with us.”“Who is this Toby? Where does he live?”“He’s in the more rural area outside the city about fifty miles,” Ranger said.“Has a primitive farm. Kind of like the Amish, but he’s not Amish,” Brody explained.Ranger added a little more. “Farms with horses and oxen. Has a huge garden and a couple of greenhouses. Milk cows, pigs, chickens. Real old fashioned operation. We sometimes go out during harvest and lend a hand.”“Toby lets us keep supplies there,” Brody said. “Does several of us preppers. We consider it our Retreat, though it belongs completely to Toby. He keeps the place going on minimums, just to make a living, but the place will support quite a few of us, if we all help.”“And you say I would be welcome? I’m not a prepper, the way you are. I don’t have anything to offer,” Julie Anne said.Both men could see she was wavering, but hated the idea of charity. Ranger addressed the idea directly. “Believe me, it wouldn’t be charity. You would be working everyday, except Sunday. Only the absolute necessary things are done on Sundays. Toby is big on observing the Sabbath.”Brody added his thoughts, “Cooking, washing, cleaning… You’re a management type. You could help with the books and record keeping. There is a lot of it, because Toby has a very precise breeding plan for all his animals. He does all that himself, now.”“What if the place is full when we get there?” Julie Anne asked. “You said there are several of you. Won’t they all be there, if that was the main plan?”“We have reserved spots,” Ranger said. “That included Brody and me, and a companion each.”“Oh. I see,” Julie Anne said, frowning slightly. “You understand that I don’t plan on being anyone’s companion, don’t you?”“Of course,” Brody quickly said.Ranger agreed just as quickly. “But since neither of us have anyone, that means there is space and supplies for you.”Julie Anne sighed. “I don’t think I could survive on my own. Do you think we’ll be able to make it, with things going the way they are?”“We’ll make it,” Ranger said, rather grimly, Julie Anne thought. “If we’re going, let’s get to it,” he added.“First we consolidate the supplies. I think we can take everything between us we have left.” Brody looked over at Julie Anne. “Anything else in your apartment you need?”She shook her head.“Ranger?”“Nope. I left the house the other day without expecting to come back for a long time.”“Then let’s get to it.”It took three hours to get everything rearranged and loaded into Brody’s truck. Julie Anne said nothing when Ranger and Brody came down with the last load, wearing handguns, with long arms slung over their shoulders.“I’m going to top off the fuel,” Brody said when they were in the cab of the truck and he’d started the engine.“It’s on the way, anyway,” Ranger said. He chambered a round in his Bushmaster M-4 carbine, and held the carbine with the barrel just slightly out the window on his side of the truck.Brody had put his rifle behind the seat when he got in the truck, but he took the pistol from the holster on his hip and stuck the barrel between the seat and seat back so he could get it if needed.There was no trouble on the way to the cemetery. Brody was fueling the truck from the cemetery tank when he said, “I’m filling all three tanks, this time. I’d like to take some more. I saw a couple of drums in the garage, Ranger. See if one of them would work for fuel. We have just enough room, I think.”“You’re not going to believe this,” Ranger said, coming back outside, a big grin on his face. “One of the drums is almost full of gasoline and there is a transfer tote full. For the weed eaters and lawn mowers I guess. Never thought to check it out, before.”“They’re nuts storing gasoline like that!” Brody said.“May be nuts, but it turns out to be our advantage. I’m going to fill my rig. And Julie Anne’s. We can take all three. Give us some back up if there is trouble.”“Ms Baumgartner?” Brody asked. “You up to a convoy with us?”“I’m not real sure about doing this…”“The fuel, you mean?”“Yes.”“Consider it back pay,” Ranger said. He was coming out of the garage with the wheeled tote. He headed for the parking lot. “Your keys?” he asked, stopping by Julie Anne.“Very well,” she said and handed Ranger the keys to her hybrid.It took Ranger five trips with the tote to fill both gasoline vehicles. Like Brody, he had three tanks on his pickup. The drum was empty, but the tote was full when he’d finished. Brody helped Ranger load it up and secure it in Ranger’s pickup. “You want to move some stuff from your truck to mine?” Ranger asked.Brody shook his head. “No. I want to get out of here.”“Okay. Let’s load that empty drum and fill it with diesel.”Julie Anne was keeping an eye on the entrance of the cemetery, as asked, though she doubted anyone would be coming here, considering the circumstances. With the drum in Brody’s truck loaded and filled, the three huddled together.Brody and Ranger showed Julie Anne the route on a map she had in her car, so she could find it if they got separated for some reason. “Ranger, take it easy. We want to move, but Julie Anne isn’t experienced in convoy work. I’ll bring up the rear.”“Got it,” Ranger said. “But if we hit trouble before seeing it, you know the drill. Bull through it at high speed, guns blazing.”“That was what you did this morning,” Julie Anne said, looking at Brody. “Only you didn’t have guns.”“Oh,” Ranger said, “I had one, but just a pistol. And Brody got us out of there toot sweet.” Ranger touched the rifle slung on his shoulder,” the next time, if there is a next time, it’ll be different.”Julie Anne shivered at the vehemence in Ranger’s voice. She was nervous at first, following Ranger out of the cemetery parking lot. But he made it easy on her, signaling well ahead of turns, and going a modest speed. It turned out to be an uneventful ride. They saw a few people, but all at a distance. Julie Anne thought that several were armed, but she couldn’t be sure. She stopped behind Ranger’s truck when he stopped at an innocuous looking gate on a gravel road just off a country road, out in the rural area southwest of the city.Ranger just sat there for what seemed to Julie Anne to be an interminable time. But since Ranger was waiting patiently, and Brody was too, behind her, she just tapped the steering wheel in time with the music on the CD she was playing. It was nice in the car, since she had plenty of fuel at the moment, she’d run the air conditioning the whole time they were on the road. She felt a bit guilty at doing so, but the cool air felt wonderful after days without it. Brody hadn’t run the AC in his truck when they were working, to save fuel.Finally someone came out of the woods the gravel road was cut through, startling Julie Anne, since he seemed suddenly just there. The man waved at Ranger and then unlocked and opened the gate to let the three vehicles through.The man looked at Julie Anne curiously, but simply waved her on. Brody came through the gate after her and the man closed and relocked it. Brody waited for the man to come up and get in the cab of the truck with him before he followed Julie Anne up the road.She parked beside Ranger when he stopped the truck alongside another non-descript pickup parked on a gravel parking lot. Brody pulled in beside her and all exited their vehicles. Brody motioned Julie Anne over to join him and the man that had opened the gate.“Ms Baumgartner, this is Toby Green, owner of this farm.”“How do, Miss?” Toby, asked, touching the brim of his wide hat. Julie Anne quickly decided it wasn’t worth the effort to correct him over the Miss and Ms.“Hello,” she said, holding out her hand. “I hope I’m not intruding. Brody said it was all right if I tagged along.”“Sure ‘nough,” replied Toby, taking her hand for a quick shake and release. “We still have a lot of room. Only a few of the guys have shown up. Kinda surprising. I was expecting more.” He looked over at Brody. “You seen or heard from Katrina and Patrick?”Brody shook his head. “Just me and the Ranger,” he replied. “Who else is here?”Toby ran through a string of names that Julie Anne knew she wouldn’t remember until she met the people attached to them.“Okay. Let’s get you settled,” Toby said. “You have luggage, Miss Baumgartner?”Julie Anne nodded and moved over to Brody’s truck. Brody and Ranger handed the two suitcases out. Toby took the big one, but let Julie Anne carry the smaller. “You’ll be up in the house with the other unattached ladies,” Toby told her and headed off toward the building that Julie Anne took to be the house.“What about Brody and Ranger?” she asked, picking up her pace a bit to keep up with Toby.“Ranger will take a bunk in the bunk house. Brody has a trailer out in the woods where he stays when he’s here.”“I see. I want to thank you for allowing me to stay during this… whatever it is.”“Pure old disaster, if you ask me. The old balloon went up big time. Thought we’d be at war first, but this is just as bad. Them terrorists sure knew what they were doing when they took out the infrastructure. How bad was it in the city?”Julie Anne’s face told much of the story to Toby. “Bad, huh?” he asked before she spoke.“Very bad. We tried so hard…” Feeling safe now, Julie Anne was having a hard time keeping the emotion in check.“Yeah. Brody would. Little surprised the Ranger helped out.”“You know what we were doing?” Julie Anne asked in surprise, getting her emotions under control enough not to start crying.“No. Just that Brody would be doing anything he could to help. What was it you do that he was helping with?”“Burials. I’m the City Cemetery Administrator. My two people left and Brody said he’d help and then he called Ranger and he helped, too. I got them some gear and fuel and a little silver, but they just kept working when that all ran out and they had to use their own supplies and they took care of me, and…”“Easy there, girl,” Toby said, as Julie Anne’s words came faster and faster and began to edge into hysteria.Julie Anne took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. They were at the house and Toby led the way inside. They were immediately met by a short, heavyset woman that turned out to be Toby’s wife, Patricia.“This is Miss Julie Anne Baumgartner. She came in with Brody and the Ranger,” Toby said, to introduce them. “My wife, Patricia. You’ll be helping her out where you can.”“I’m sure that Brody told you there would be work here,” Patricia said, taking the large suitcase from Toby. “No idle hands on this farm. No siree. Idle hands lead to bad things. Come along up the stairs, young miss. We’ll get you settled right in. And then there is work to do.”Rather at a loss as what to do or say, Julie Anne followed along silently. Patricia stopped in front of one of several doors lining the hallway in the second story of the house. “You’ll be sharing with Darlene. Baths are both down the hall. Darlene uses the bed on the left as you go in. Plenty of hangers and you have half the drawers. Laundry is on Mondays. Get settled in and come on down to the kitchen. I’m sure you can find it.”Patricia set down the suitcase she had carried just inside the door and turned and left, leaving Julie Anne to her own devices. It hadn’t occurred to her that she would be sharing a room. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” she said and went about unpacking after exploring and using the bathroom.The bedroom was neat as a pin, and Julie Anne felt quite comfortable. There didn’t seem to be any air conditioning running, as the windows were open, but it was comfortable in the room.Everything put away, with a tiny bit of room to spare, Julie Anne went downstairs. It wasn’t hard to find the kitchen. Delicious smells were coming from it. When she entered Patricia and two other women, much younger than their hostess, were working. It seemed to be bread baking day. There were pans cooling, pans in the oven, pans of dough rising, and more dough being worked. By hand, Julie Anne noticed.“This is Julie Anne. She’s new to all of this,” Patricia told the other women. “This is Peg and Samantha.”Julie Anne acknowledged the introductions, foregoing handshakes as both women’s hands were covered in flour in one case, and bread dough in the other.“Wash up,” Patricia said. “You’ll be helping Peg knead dough.”“Is there enough water?” Julie Anne asked automatically.“Of course. Good well water,” Patricia told her.Julie Anne felt a bit embarrassed and said, “We’ve been out of water in the city for weeks. Just bottled…”“Well, don’t go to wasting any,” Patricia cautioned, “but don’t be a’feared of using it, either.” Julie Anne scrubbed, using the bar of soft soap. It was unlike anything she’d used before and had a wonderful lavender smell. She dried her hands on a flour sack towel and joined Peg at the freestanding butcher block where she was kneading a portion of dough.“I have no clue what to do,” Julie Anne said, words she hadn’t had to use in years.Samantha showed Julie Anne which bowl of risen bread to take to the block and turn out on the fresh flour she sprinkled on the block for her. Samantha turned back to doing what she was doing, and Peg took up the instruction on how to knead dough prior to a second rising and subsequent baking.Julie Anne’s back, arms, and hands were aching by the time the last loaf of bread was ready for the wood fired oven build into one brick wall of the kitchen. She washed her hands yet again, and despite the fatigue, asked, “What should I do now?”Patricia smiled at the game look on Julie Anne’s face and said, “You’ve done enough for the moment. Kneading dough can really take it out of you, the way we do it, baking enough at once for the whole week. Why don’t you go soak for a bit and take a lie down before you help get supper ready.”“Thank you,” Julie Anne said thankfully. “I think I will. I might fall asleep. Would someone wake me if I do? I don’t have an alarm clock.”“Sure thing, sweetie,” Peg told her. “I’ll knock on your door as I come down.”“Thank you,” Julie Anne said again and headed for the stairs. Still reluctant to use too much water, she took a shower instead of a soaking bath, and lay down on the bed in the bedroom, wearing her robe.She groaned a bit when the knock came that Peg had promised. Julie Anne quickly dressed again and went downstairs. Patricia put her to work slicing some of the fresh bread, using a long bread knife and a wooden guide block to make even slices.Peg and Samantha were doing other tasks, and there was another woman helping that Julie Anne hadn’t met yet. “I’m Julie Anne Baumgartner,” she said and held out her hand to the other woman.“Darlene. You came in with Brody, I hear.”“Oh. My roommate. Yes. Brody and Ranger were both kind enough to invite me out here until things get better in the city. Toby and Patricia were kind enough to agree to it when we got here.”“Yeah. Brody always did have a soft spot. You and him got something going?”“Enough of that, young lady,” Patricia said sternly. “You will not have those types of conversations in my kitchen.”Darlene grinned and mouthed the words to Julie Anne. “We’ll talk later.”Julie Anne wasn’t sure what to make of it so she just ignored the situation and did her assigned job. She heard activity in the large dining room as the last few things were done for the supper. Patricia led the way out of the kitchen to the dining room, carrying a platter of fried fish. The other women each picked up a dish and followed her.Julie Anne hurriedly arranged the sliced bread in a towel lined basked and folded the towel over. She followed the others into the dining room and paused suddenly at the sight of half a dozen men of several ages standing behind empty chairs. Brody wasn’t one of them. There were already three women seated.Following the example of the other kitchen helpers, Julie Anne set her bread basket on the table and then stepped in front of the chair Ranger was behind. The men seated the women, and then took seats themselves.Immediately all the others bowed their heads and Toby said a very heartfelt Grace, welcoming Julie Anne, Ranger, and Brody to the farm as well. Julie said a soft ‘Amen,’ with the others, wondering where Brody was.She couldn’t remember ever having fish prepared the way this fish was. It was coated in salted cornmeal and had been fried in a large kettle of hot oil on the wood stove in the kitchen. There were French fries, hush puppies, and coleslaw to go with it. Not much of a fried food eater, Julie Anne found herself eating more than she probably should. It was good.It was only after she talked to Ranger for a moment after the dinner that she learned she’d eaten catfish raised on the farm. In fact, almost every item on the menu had been grown or produced on the farm, except for the salt, and the sugar used in the pecan pie and ice cream that was dessert. The tea and coffee were two more items not produced on the farm but purchased.Even the corn was grown and ground, as was the wheat for the bread and pie crust. Milk and cream for the ice cream was from the farm’s cows. That was the limit of the conversation. The men were ushered out and Patricia, Julie Anne, Peg, Samantha, and Darlene took care of the clean up.Julie Anne joined them for a few minutes in the living room after the work was done, but none of the men joined them. Julie Anne excused herself and said she was going up to go to bed. She was suddenly exhausted. This time she did take a soak before she went to bed.Quite some time later, when Darlene eased into the bedroom and asked, “You awake, Julie Anne?” Julie Anne feigned sleep, though Darlene’s movements had wakened her. She didn’t want to discuss Brody or Ranger.But she couldn’t avoid it the next morning after Darlene’s windup alarm went off. As soon as Julie Anne opened her eyes, Darlene was asking her about both of the men. Julie Anne made it quite clear she wasn’t involved with either of them. And found herself a little annoyed at Darlene’s expressed joy at the fact.It was several days before she saw Brody long enough to talk to him. “Ms Baumgartner,” he said when she came up to him talking to Toby on the front porch of the house. Toby went into the house.“When are you going to start calling me Julie Anne, like everyone else?”“I guess now,” Brody said, not quite smiling. “Julie Anne.”“That’s better. I haven’t seen you. Is everything all right?”“Just tired. We’re pulling twenty-four seven security. There are only a few of us and I’m putting in a lot of hours patrolling.”“Patrolling? Like in the Army?”“Like all the services. But yes. This place is a ripe plum, ready for picking by anyone with enough firepower. Fortunately there isn’t much of an organized group in this area. We’ve run off several individuals trying to sneak in and steal food from the fields.”“People are hungry,” Julie Anne said. She didn’t want to start an argument, but she had to express her beliefs.“I know. Toby knows. He has some, what we call ‘humanitarian supplies’ for people in real need. Primarily families with children, pregnant women, women with babies…”“Ranger said something similar once,” Julie Anne replied.“Almost all of us in this group feel that way. Not everyone does. But we have to be careful. If word spreads far and wide enough, this place will be swarmed with unprepared people. At least unprepared except for arms and ammunition to try to take it over. Always seems like people that are anti-gun are more than ready and willing to use them to get what they want.”Julie Anne was taken back by Brody’s bitterness. “I… I… Perhaps I should go,” she said.“I need to go get some sleep. I’m on duty again in a couple of hours.”Julie Anne watch Brody walk away, his shoulders slumped. She didn’t know what to do. Ranger was acting chipper at breakfasts and suppers, which he had, along with the other single people, in the house. Only Brody, as far as she knew, was eating alone. Those with families had bungalows or trailers on the property and prepared and ate their meals as family units.Going back into the kitchen, Patricia saw the concerned look on her face and asked, “What’s troubling you, dear?”“It’s Brody. He doesn’t look good. He just seems… different.”It was Darlene that told her, before Patricia could. “He had to kill a man two days ago. He was trying to steal a horse and started shooting when Brody braced him.”“Oh, no!” Julie Anne said. Brody and Rancher had spoken of using firearms so casually. Apparently it wasn’t a casual thing, at all.“Brody’s taking it hard,” Patricia said. “He’s a sensitive man and always wanting to help people. Something like this hits a man like him hard.”“I think I’ll go check on him,” Darlene said, a gleam in her eye that Julie Anne didn’t like. “Did he say where he was going?”“To get some sleep,” Julie Anne said firmly. “I don’t think you should bother him.”“I’ll let him tell me that,” Darlene replied, already taking off her apron and heading for the door.Julie Anne watched Darlene leave, but did nothing else, except frown.Two days later Julie Anne took Ranger aside after supper and told him, “I want to learn to shoot. Can you teach me?”“I could, Julie Anne, but I’m not that good of a teacher, and I’m pretty busy with security patrols. You should ask Toby. He taught several of the people here now how to shoot. They all do very well for people that shoot very seldom.”“I will ask Toby, then. Thank you, Ranger.”She found Toby where he usually was after supper, in his den, listening to shortwave and Amateur Radio traffic. Julie Anne knocked on the open door and waited for Toby to invite her in.“How are you acclimating, Julie Anne? You certainly seem to fit in here quite well. Patricia says you’ve taken to the kitchen with a vengeance.”“I just want to do my part. Which is why I wanted to talk to you. Ranger said you might be able to teach me to shoot.”“Oh, I’m quite sure I could. Most people can learn to shoot. If they really want to. Not everyone is cut out to own and use weapons.”Julie Anne bit her lip for a few moments. “I really want to. I think… with things the way they are… I should learn to defend myself effectively. There might not be someone around to save me the way there has in the past.”“Think it over tonight. If you still want to do this, catch me in the morning and we’ll set up a training schedule. I take it you don’t have any firearms.”Julie Anne shook her head.“Well, don’t worry. We have some loaners on hand.”“Thank you, Toby,” Julie Anne said and then turned and left.After a month of daily practice Toby declared her ready to defend herself. She immediately asked, “Can I go on the sentry duty rotation?”Toby whistled softly and then drew in a breath. “Julie Anne, that is a huge responsibility. You don’t just have to know how to shoot, but when. You learned that in a personal defensive situation, but sentry duty is rather different. You are usually dealing with people for a while before gunplay enters into it, if it does at all.“Are you sure you’re up to supporting the Farm’s values, responsibilities, and goals? I have a feeling they aren’t quite the same as your personal values.”“In the past… I never could have done it, I know. But I’ve learned things the last few months. About myself and about the world out there.” Julie Anne made a vague gesture to include everything outside the Farm.“Okay,” Toby said after a long hesitation. “I’ll put you with someone with experience.”“Brody?” asked Julie Anne.“No. It will be one of the other women who pulls sentry duty. Probably Angela. She’s experienced and patient with newbies. She’ll give you some more training in the specifics of sentry duty.”Julie Anne nodded. Angela was one of the women with a family at the Farm. Her and her husband both did sentry duty and farm work.“I’ll have her contact you when she’s ready to take you under her wing. Could be a few days before we change the schedule.”“Okay. Thank you, Toby.”Pleased with the situation, Julie Anne threw herself into the kitchen work as she waited for Angela to contact her.Ranger noticed the new energy Julie Anne had and asked her about it after supper a couple of days later.“Toby taught me to shoot, and how to defend myself. Angela is going to teach me how to do sentry duty. I feel better about being here and doing my part.”“Not everyone has to pull sentry duty,” Ranger said. “Very few of the women do.”“I know. But I want to do this. Brody, and you, especially, probably have saved my life two or three times. I want to be able to do that for myself, and perhaps help save someone else if it becomes necessary.”“Good for you. There was a time when I wondered… But you’ve come through this with flying colors.”“I suppose I doubted myself, too. And I still feel bad about not helping out in the city more.”“I think you did well beyond the call of duty.”“Maybe. But you and Brody didn’t have that call at all, and yet you did help.”Ranger made light of it. “Yeah. That’s just us. Good Samaritans.”Julie Anne smiled slightly. “I suppose so. I need to get back to the kitchen. A large pile of dishes awaits me.”Ranger watched her walk away, lost in thought. Ranger wondered if she was thinking of him, or Brody.Another month passed and Julie Anne was comfortable standing sentry duty. It would be some time before she was allowed on the roving patrols, though. That was another training scenario entirely.Angela had become a good friend and mentor. Julie Anne spent some of her free time at Angela’s helping to take care of the three children in the family. Something else she’d never done before. She found she liked being around the children and asked to be reassigned from kitchen duty to child care.There was no problem with it, and Julie Anne became a teacher, using home schooling materials that were at the Farm, in addition to her sentry duties.Her first encounter with outsiders went fairly well, considering. Angela and Julie Anne saw the three men walking along the county road. All three carried hunting rifles and had revolvers on their hips.“I’ll cover,” Angela whispered and shifted position just enough to be able to watch what was happening, but be out of the men’s line of sight. She raised the MURS radio to her lips and notified the house that something was up.Julie Anne waited to see if the men checked the gate. As often as not, she’d been told, people seeing the locked gate walked on by. Not these three. They stopped in the middle of the county road and discussed something. Julie Anne was sure the discussion was about the locked gate, though they were speaking in low tones and she couldn’t hear them.When all three stepped toward the gate, Julie stepped partway out from behind the tree she was using for concealment. “Far enough,” she said firmly, her carbine pointed about two-thirds of the way between her and the three men.“State your business,” she said, marveling at how calm she was.“Looking for game,” said the apparent leader of the three. “Who are you?”“Doesn’t matter. This is private property. And the owner isn’t giving out hunting permits anymore. I suggest you try your luck further on.”“Who are you to say if we can hunt or not?” asked one of the other men. He looked to be the youngest.“Private land, private use. Move along.” Julie Anne was forceful but calm.“Maybe we just want to have a little parley with you.” This from the third man. Julie Anne felt chills go down her spine at the way he was looking at her.“No parley or anything else. Move along.”All three men took a step closer to the gate. “One more step and I shoot you,” Julie Anne told the leader.The other two seemed more than willing to risk the man getting shot, but he had other ideas. “Okay, guys. Let’s just back off here a minute and see what kind of agreement we can come to about hunting here.”The third man, with a laugh that was more bark than anything, said, “I know what I’m hunting.” His eyes were boring into Julie Anne’s, in an attempt to intimidate her. He stepped forward.Julie Anne shot him square in the chest, without hesitation. He went down like he’d been pole axed. The carbine was aimed at the leader now. “Move along, and take his body with you, or we can continue this the hard way.”The younger man looked a bit sick. “You said you’d shoot him,” he said, pointing at the older man.“Oh, gee. Thanks,” said the leader. He looked angry. Julie Anne suspected the anger was directed as much at the man she’d shot and the younger one than it was at her. With Julie Anne’s carbine aimed square at him, he told the other man, “Let’s get him and get out of here.”The two picked the third up, one on each side, their shoulders under his arm pits. They started back the way they had come. Julie Anne started to relax, lowering the carbine slightly. Suddenly the younger man dropped the one they were carrying, spun around, drawing his revolver and shouted, “He was my brother!”A shot came from behind Julie Anne and the young man went down. Julie Anne drew a bead on the leader, who was running as fast as he could go down the road. She couldn’t pull the trigger and shoot the man in the back. Julie Anne looked around. Angela was there, along with Brody, Ranger, and Toby. It was Angela who had shot the young man. She looked a bit sheepish. “I think you probably had him, but I couldn’t take the chance.”“I… I… Uh… I don’t…” Julie Anne went to her knees and lost her lunch and part of her breakfast.Angela knelt down beside Julie Anne and put her hand on Julie Anne’s back, saying, “Let it out. Happens to almost everyone the first time. Did me.”The three men were checking the two bodies. When Julie Anne was able to stand up again, she noted that the men’s guns and equipment had been removed and Ranger and Brody were moving them to the side of the road.It was Toby that told her, “I’ll send someone down for the bodies. They’ll get a decent burial. And, by the way, you did the right thing, not shooting that man in the back. Sometimes it’s necessary, but I think he learned his lesson.”Julie Anne, pale as a ghost, nodded. “Come on,” Angela coaxed. Brody and Ranger will take the rest of the shift.”“No, I should…”“It’s standard procedure,” Brody said. “A confrontation like this is hard for anyone to deal with. Better you take it easy for a couple of days. But don’t cut yourself off from people. If you want to talk… Well… Feel free to stop by the trailer to talk to me.”“Or me,” Ranger said.“Me, too,” Angela added. Julie Anne nodded and walked up the gravel driveway with Angela.“What do you think, Brody?” Ranger asked. “She going to handle it, or loose it?”“She’ll handle it,” Brody said firmly. “She’s tough. Tougher than she looks or lets on.”“I hope so,” Ranger said.“Come on. Let’s get out of sight. Those shots might bring someone else to investigate.”Though it was unrelated, Brody’s thoughts proved prophetic In the months that had passed, and martial law declared for the entire nation three months into the situation, no one with any authority had stopped at the Farm. That changed three days after Julie Anne’s confrontation.Toby was summoned to the gate the afternoon the authorities arrived. Seeing Brody as he headed down the driveway at a slow trot, Toby waved him over. “I need you to come with me and back me up. This could be the trouble we’ve been dreading.”Brody nodded. What would be done had been discussed time after time. Only a general plan had been proposed and accepted. Toby trusted Brody to handle the situation appropriately, no matter which way it went.When they got close, Toby continued down the driveway and Brody drifted into the woods and made his way down to one of the good look out points the sentries used to watch the gate.There was a small military convoy parked on the county road. “Who’s in command?” Toby said as soon as he reached the gate. There were three officers standing near the lead Humvee. Two of them came over to the gate.“I’m Captain Collingsworth. This is my second in command, Lt. Randal. You are Toby Green?”“Yes, Captain. We’ve been waiting for someone to show up.”“Is that a fact?”“Yes. We’ve been stockpiling food for distribution as soon as some way became available. Our feeble efforts early in the disaster were not successful. I can show you and your second around to see what we have available, and how much we can continue to produce ongoing.”Captain Collingsworth’s surprise was evident. He and his men weren’t used to being welcomed. At least not when they showed up to collect, rather than distribute.The third officer walked up to Lt. Randal and whispered into his ear, and then went back to the Humvee. “Sir,” the Lieutenant said, “infrared shows two additional hostiles in the woods, about thirty meters back and three meters off the road.”Capt. Collingsworth looked at Toby.Calmly Toby said. “We have security here, just as you do. Not as well equipped, obviously.”“Bring them out,” the Captain said. There was no question. He meant bring them out or his men would, dead or alive.Toby gave the signal and Brody and Ranger stepped out into the driveway, holding their rifles at port arms.“Bring them down,” the Captain said.Toby waved at the two and both men approached cautiously, making no move to draw the ire of the military.“I want no trouble, Captain,” Toby said earnestly. “We have it good here, compared to many places. But we are prepared to help, and help a great deal. But we want to do it as honest, upright, loyal citizens to the United States, cooperating to with all parties to get through this time of trouble.”Lt. Randal spoke before the Captain could. “You don’t dictate to the military. You are under martial law. We dictate to you.”“Dictate as in the President is now a dictator?” Ranger asked angrily, “And you’re his jack booted thugs to carry out the dictates?”“Easy, Lieutenant,” Captain Collingsworth said as Lt. Randal’s right hand moved to his holstered sidearm. Looking back at Toby, the Captain continued, “We’re not used to people offering cooperation. I must say we’ve had to be… forceful… to get some needed supplies and material. Convince me why it should be different here. Some of your people are obviously not in tune with this necessary aspect of the recovery effort.”Toby unlocked the gate and ushered the Captain and Lieutenant inside. “An escort, sir?” the Lieutenant asked.Captain Collingsworth shook his head slowly. “I believe we can trust Mr. Green not to execute us or take us hostage. He knows full well that the rest of the command would lay waste to this property.”“Stay here,” Brody whispered to Ranger, and fell into step beside Toby as he walked up the driveway with the two military officers.The Lieutenant looked at Brody harshly, but the Captain neither said nor did anything in objection to Brody’s presence, so the Lieutenant didn’t either.It was a long tour. Toby didn’t leave anything out, except the large, well equipped underground fallout shelter. Toby gave the Captain a running account of what was on hand, ready for distribution, and what their production capabilities were, given the current weather conditions and staffing situation.“If we could get military security, it would turn several people loose to increase production by three or four percent,” Brody said. It was the first time he’d spoken on the tour. “Perhaps as much as five percent.”“Captain,” Lt. Randal said, “the material on this farm could feed five hundred people right now. I respectfully advise we take everything except subsistence rations for everyone here.”“He’s probably right, Captain,” Brody said. “But if we continue as we are, we can feed at least three-hundred-fifty people on a continuing basis. Isn’t that better than five-hundred one time? For a full recovery it is paramount to maintain breeding stock and seed stock. If you take everything the way the Lieutenant wants, we would probably not be able to take care of ourselves, and you’d have another fifty needy people to take care of.”They had made their way back down to the entrance gate to the Farm. “My orders are to bring in everything we can find. I will contact headquarters and see what I can do. I like your idea of ongoing support and re-supply.”The Lieutenant was not a happy camper, but he followed the Captain back to the Humvee and they got in. The convoy drove off, with the Captain’s Humvee in the lead.“You want us to start digging in more defenses?” Ranger asked eagerly.“No. Settle down, boy. I’m not risking one life taking on the US military. They outnumber us and out gun us. It would be a massacre. There is no point to it. If need be I’ll start over. We’ll start over.”Fortunately cooler heads prevailed. Three days later the convoy showed up again and the Captain told Toby, “Higher ups approved my request to use you as an ongoing supply source. No dice on a security detachment. You’re on your own there. We expect to be able to pick up weekly.“I would suggest you do your best to fulfill the obligation you have taken on. It was a very mixed reaction to my request. Any problems and I will get, and carry out, orders to take everything except enough for you to live on for a month. That includes the property. It will be manned by military staff and continue to operate.”Toby nodded. Brody did as well. Ranger was livid, but said nothing. Neither did Lt. Randal. He was just as displeased with the situation as Ranger.To make sure there were no confrontations, Toby, knowing Ranger, sent him off on an errand that would keep him out of sight and mind for the duration of the presence of the military.Wanting to be as cooperative as possible to minimize problems, Toby had already arranged for the promised goods to be prepared for shipment. It took only an hour for the combined efforts of Toby’s people and the military personnel to get the military trucks loaded.“Keep your fingers crossed,” Toby said as he and Brody watched the convoy drive away. Brody locked the gate behind them. “We’re getting off easy, compared to some.”“True,” Brody said. “But I plan on being ready to take off if they change their minds.”Toby was disappointed, but could understand Brody’s feelings. Brody turned to look at Toby. “But I won’t leave until I know you and everyone else has the best chance to survive, too.”With a nod, Toby turned around and the two men walked back to the ranch house, each engrossed in their own thoughts.The next pick up of food brought a major surprise. Julie Anne happened to be helping load one of the military trucks and asked one of the soldiers, “How is the city doing? When I left, there was a shoot out going on in City Hall.”“Heard about that,” Cpl. Long said. “Supposed to have been real messy. To bad the way it turned out. From the reports we got when we first showed up, the Mayor and his team were doing about as well as could be expected. This new Mayor… Well, it’s not up to me to say. That’s civilian business and only the Captain up deal with them.”“There was a new election?” Julie Anne asked in surprise. “Who’s the new Mayor?”“No election. The Dog Catcher, believe it or not, claimed right of succession and took over until elections can be arranged.”“Harvey Tinsold? You have to be kidding! Even if there was a line of succession, he’d be way down the list!”“Everyone seemed to be okay with it. I wouldn’t want him as my Mayor, from the things I’ve heard, but the Martial Law lawyers said it was as good as any way of getting things back on track.”“For goodness sake,” Julie Anne said. “The man is a drunkard. There had to be someone else in that line of succession willing to take on the job. I mean, I was Cemetery Administrator and I would have been ahead of Tinsold in any line of succession.”“You’re kidding! I think you’d better talk to the Captain. Come on.”A bit annoyed with herself for having spoken up, Julie Anne followed Cpl. Long as he went to find the Lieutenant.“Lieutenant,” the Corporal said, “I think the Captain should talk to this woman. She was in city government.”“I see,” the Lieutenant replied. “Odd to find you out here, instead of in the city, doing your job.”Julie Anne took an instant dislike of Lieutenant Randal. The Corporal made himself scarce, thankful he didn’t have to deal with the Lieutenant very often.“There was a gunfight going on when I left,” Julie Anne said, with some heat in her voice.“Yes. Well. Come along. I’ll let the Captain decide on what to do with you.” Julie Anne followed along, seething inside. Only in part of due to the Lieutenant. She was beginning to feel like she’d done the wrong thing in leaving the city. Especially if Harvey Tinsold was now in charge.“Captain Collingsworth, this woman was in the city government, before she ran out on them and came here.”“I beg your pardon!” Julie Anne said, going red in the face at what was a clear accusation. “I stayed until the shoot out in City Hall. We worked weeks without pay, keeping bodies off the street. We had no idea that there was even any form of city government left.”“That’s enough, Lieutenant,” the Captain said. “You’re dismissed.”The Lieutenant acknowledged the dismissal with a salute, which the Captain returned.“My apologies, Miss…”“Baumgartner. Ms Julie Anne Baumgartner.”“My apologies for Lt. Randal, Ms Baumgartner. Now, what is this about you being a city official?”“I was City Cemetery Administrator, Captain. My employees and I worked above and beyond to keep the bodies off the streets. We buried hundreds in slit trenches. In 100 plus temperatures, for weeks on end, without pay, using the employee vehicles at the end. I do not appreciate being maligned in the way that Lieutenant Randal just did.”Her color faded to pink from red. “We stayed and worked, on our own, with very little support, until the shootout in the City Hall, using my own money to pay the laborers.”“I understand your annoyance, Ms. Baumgartner. I’ll have a word with Lt. Randal. But, that aside, brings us to what do we do with you. Our orders are to try and bring stability to local governments. If there is some impropriety in the current government personnel I intend to put it right. I am not all that pleased with the way Mr. Mayor is conducting himself and his government. We have been told, by several people with grudges against Mayor Tinsold, of this misconduct. But I’m beginning to believe there may be some credence to their reports.”“Well, it’s always been my goal to serve the community, but I never had any intention to run for Mayor. Perhaps in my future… my future before the terrorists attacks… But not now.”“Why not? You certainly couldn’t do any worse job than Tinsold.”“That’s not much of an endorsement,” Julie Anne replied. “And besides, I wouldn’t know where to start.”Captain Collingsworth reached into a gear bag in his Humvee and brought out a sheath of papers. It was stapled copy guide for civilian administrators under martial law. “Read this and get back to me. I think you’ll find everything you need to know in there. You are not expected to go beyond the confines of the topics in that manual.“You would be expected to follow the tenets closely, and do everything you can to maintain peace and order while the country is in redevelopment. One key factor is elections at normal intervals.”Julie Anne noticed a slight change in the Captain’s demeanor when he added, “Despite the hold on federal level elections. Do you think you could serve a temporary term, knowing very well you might not get re-elected, due to the fact you were in line of succession rather than elected initially? Tinsold isn’t even trying to get elections organized.”“Believe it or not, I enjoy serving the public. If the public was to decide they didn’t like the way I served, I would expect to be voted out of office.”The Captain smiled slightly. “It sounds as if you are at least considering the job.”“I must admit, the possibility intrigues me. We put in a great deal of time and effort doing what we could at the time. Had there been any possible way for me to continue to help, I would have stayed. We were chased off at gunpoint. We talked about staying and helping… But… The two men that were helping me dissuaded me from trying. To wait until the anarchy had run its course and things were ready to settle down.”“To be honest with you, they were probably right. The more information I get about Tinsold, the more I think he’s just a minor thug that lucked into a way to get power and pad his nest.”The Captain gave Julie Anne an open radio frequency for her to contact him on when she’d made up her mind for sure. As she left, Lt. Randal came up. From what little she heard before she was out of range of the Captain’s deceptively soft voice, Lt. Randall was getting read the riot act for his conduct.It was a very thoughtful Julie Anne that went back up to the house. She would be on sentry duty in a little while, so she took the time to read the guide the Captain had given her. To be sure she was able to stay alert to the surroundings while she was on sentry duty, she put the thoughts of becoming mayor out of her mind. But she tossed and turned a great deal that night, thinking about it, before going to sleep, decision still not made.She went to talk to Angela about it. And then Toby. Ranger. And finally, Brody. Angela and Toby had been supportive, saying essentially the same thing. “Which ever you chose, I’ll do whatever I can to help.”Ranger, as she suspected and dreaded he would be, was adamantly against the idea. But he too offered his support, even if she did go, adding, “You will probably need a bodyguard. Keep me in mind if you do go crazy and take the job.”It was something she hadn’t thought about. Partly due to the fact that she could take care of herself now, but in part because it hadn’t occurred to her she would need one. From the information they’d been getting, she just might.Brody’s reaction was hard to read. He was supportive, either way she decided to go, but wasn’t at all enthusiastic about either choice. He seemed very preoccupied. Julie Anne found herself very disappointed that Brody didn’t offer more constructive advice. She didn’t admit to herself until the offer didn’t come, but Julie Anne had been hoping he’d offer to help her, the way Ranger had.She made contact with the Captain that evening and said she was interested in helping out however she could. As Mayor, or any other capacity.Julie Anne and Ranger had two days to pack up and get back to the city. Tinsold had gotten wind of the situation and the Captain warned her she might be in danger when she got there.“Too bad Brody can’t come,” Ranger said, after Julie Anne gave him the warning and thanked him again for coming with her. They were in Ranger’s pickup, with Julie Anne’s hybrid on a trailer they’d borrowed from the Farm.“Did he… ah… Did Brody say why he couldn’t?”Ranger turned startled eyes on Julie Anne. “Didn’t he tell you?”Julie Anne shook her head.“I don’t know if I should… Everyone seems to know…”“What, Ranger? What’s going on with Brody?”“He has diabetes, and no more insulin is available. Hasn’t been for months. He’s almost blind now. He doesn’t expect to live much longer.”“Oh, my! I just… I just talked to him… I didn’t notice a thing!” Julie Anne started to cry.“He’s been hiding it from everyone but me and Toby. He only told us when he couldn’t pull sentry duty any longer.”“I can’t leave him alone like this!” Julie Anne said through her tears.“I don’t think he wants your pity,” Ranger said. “Darlene figured it out and is helping him where she can.”“Darlene! But… I…” Julie Anne fell silent and brought her tears under control. After a long time she spoke again. “I suppose… If that’s what he wants… I should leave it alone…”“I think you’re making the right choice, Julie Anne.”Julie Anne put Brody out of her mind. It wasn’t an easy thing to do. But apparently he’d made his choice, and she would just have to live with it.Three day’s later Julie Anne was officially the new Mayor and elections were scheduled for the following November. Lt. Randal was dead, as was Tinsold and several of his buddies. Ranger was sporting an arm in a sling where he’d taken a bullet meant for Julie Anne, and the Captain was in the closest military MASH unit. It all happened in the span of a few minutes.Captain Collingsworth led the small group into City Hall and to the Mayor’s office. The group included Lt. Randall, Julie Anne, Ranger, and two enlisted men. They had no more than entered the Mayor’s office when the shooting started, Lt. Randal opting to assist the Mayor and his henchmen.The first person down was one of the enlisted men, shot by Lt. Randal. He was turning his gun on the Captain, as the other enlisted man was shot by one of the Mayor’s men, when Ranger shot him.The Captain, suspecting possible foul play, was ready. He had his service pistol out and shot the Mayor, who was aiming a revolver at Julie Anne. Ranger bumped into Julie Anne hard, the bullet the Mayor fired taking him in the upper left arm as Julie Anne fell to the floor, in the act of drawing her own pistol. But the Mayor was dead from the Captain’s fire before he could fire again.The firing continued for just a few seconds, the Mayor’s other four cohorts dying under the guns of the Captain, Ranger, and Julie Anne.Julie Anne had a couple of bruises from the fall, and one very slight crease on her left shoulder. The Captain had three wounds, none fatal, though all serious. But, as the standing sentries at the front entrance of the City Hall came running in, the Captain was able to get an explanation out before they could shoot Ranger and Julie Anne before asking questions. Then he passed out.It was years before any real sense of normalcy returned. In the months of Julie Anne’s term of office, the area began to recover. But the stigma of how she came to power, much as Tinsold had, cost her the election she fought so hard to see happen. She and Ranger, married now, went back to the Farm, at Toby’s invitation, after she lost the election. She’d had enough of politics and just wanted to live out her life in a productive manner. The Farm gave her that opportunity, as a teacher.Once a year, on the anniversary of his death, Julie Anne and Ranger, along with Darlene, visited Brody’s grave there on the Farm, mourning the loss of the person that had been such a large part of their lives, for such a short period of time.
End ********Copyright 2007 Jerry D Young

Swine flu deflation
Posted By: Ambrose Evans-Pritchard at Apr 28, 2009
The markets have been remarkably relaxed about the rise in the World health Organization pandemic alert Phase 4 (sustained human to human transmission) - and tonight perhaps to Phase 5.
They seem not to care that confirmed cases of H1N1 avian-swine flu have spread to Israel, Spain, France, New Zealand, and Korea.
This surprises me. The WHO alert is the best objective indicator we have of rising risk, and the potential implications of Phase 4 or Phase 5 are .. well .. awful.
We can all argue about the likely damage from a "severe pandemic" along the lines of 1918 'Spanish Flu' or the Neapolitan pandemic of 1775.
The World Bank has floated a figure of $3 trillion, or 4.8pc of global GDP. The US Congressional Budget Office has come up with something similar. These are arbitrary telephone book numbers.
But even if losses are less, we are still talking about a further deflationary shock to a world economy already tipping into debt deflation (though it might not be a uniform deflation, if shortages push up local food and fuel prices). It would certainly finish off half the global banking system.
It is too frightful to think about. That perhaps is why investors are doing exactly that: refusing to think about.
Over the last couple of days I have been deluged by notes from City analysts and economists suggesting that H1N1 avian-swine flu poses no great threat to the global economy because the authorities showed during the 2003 SARS epidemic in Asia that outbreaks can be contained.
This is a misreading of the threat we face.
SARS is a coronavirus. It is extremely hard to catch. Just 8,000 people were infected worldwide during the entire epidemic (10pc died).
Today's H1N1 outbreak is an influenza virus, which is far more contagious.
Dr. Keiji Fukuda, the WHO's assistant director-general, said it is already too late to stop the spread of the disease. “At this time, containment is not a feasible option.
It is entirely possible that we may see a very mild pandemic. I think we have to be mindful and respectful of the fact that influenza moves in ways we cannot predict.
The worst pandemic of the 20th century occurred in 1918, and it also started out as a relatively mild pandemic that wasn’t very much noticed in most places. Then in time it became a very severe pandemic, one of the most severe infectious disease episodes ever recorded.
Perhaps because so few market players studied science, or have a current link to science, they seem not to realize that the world’s virologists and flu experts are in a state of nail-biting, ashen-faced, fear.
Rob Carnell, chief economist at ING, is one of the exceptions. “We believe fear of infection will lead to drastically altered behaviour. It may be that swine flu does not tip the human fear scale sufficiently, but if it did, with the economy already in tatters, the results could be catastrophic,” he said in a note today.
We may be lucky. The virus may indeed prove mild - like the Hong Kong flu in 1968 - or burn out altogether as it mutates.
The early cases in the US and Canada give hope. So does the apparent fall-off in the fatality rates in Mexico.
But as Dr Fukuda said, nobody can pre-judge the virulence of this pandemic. Least of all the markets.
http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/ambrose_evans-pritchard/blog/2009/04/28/swine_flu_deflation

PATERSON BURNED BY A RACIAL 'FIRE' 300G SETTLES SUIT BY WHITE FOTOG
ALBANY -- Gov. Paterson, who raised state taxes by $8 billion last month, just cost state taxpayers $300,000 more.
The state has secretly settled an embarrassing federal racial-discrimination lawsuit, The Post has learned. The suit accused Paterson, back when he was Senate minority leader in 2003, of firing a white Senate photographer in order to replace him with an African-American.
The lawsuit had been scheduled to go to trial in federal court Monday in Syracuse, with Paterson, the state's first black governor, as a key witness. The case was settled earlier in the week, although a few glitches delayed the final deal until yesterday, legislative sources said.
The settlement ends a civil-rights action first filed in 2005 by Joseph Maioriello, 56, of Schenectady, a 26-year Senate employee who originally sought $1.5 million.
He was fired from his $34,000-a-year job as a photographer two years earlier and replaced by a black employee, El-Wise Noisette. The shakeup happened after Paterson ousted then-Sen. Martin Connor (D-Brooklyn) as the minority leader.
Connor was expected to testify that Maioriello was a good photographer.
While neither Paterson nor the state admitted that Maioriello was a victim of racial discrimination, the size of the settlement means "that the state wouldn't have made out very well if it had gone to trial," said a source close to the lawsuit.
"If nothing wrong happened, why is the state paying out this kind of money?" the source asked.
Maioriello's lawyer, Anne-Jo Pennock McTague of Albany, told The Post that her client was "satisfied with the amount and the fact of a settlement."
Paterson was expected to be one of Maioriello's star witnesses in federal court if the case had gone to trial, a lawyer close to the case said.
The settlement was initially delayed when Senate Majority Leader Malcolm Smith (D-Queens), Paterson's successor and a fellow African-American, refused to give his approval.
Smith had veto power over the settlement since the suit was filed against the Senate. He was in the awkward position of either authorizing a large payment for alleged reverse discrimination or holding out for a trial, which would have forced Paterson to testify under oath.
Austin Shafran, a spokesman for Smith, said he delayed the final settlement to determine if the cost "was acceptable."
Smith was represented by lawyers from the office of state Attorney General Andrew Cuomo, which had no comment.
In the lawsuit, Maioriello claimed he was told by John McPadden, then Paterson's chief of staff, that he was being fired because a number of minority senators wanted to replace him with "a minority photographer, a black photographer."
He said he was also told, "You got to remember who Sen. Paterson is. Sen. Paterson is black."
Paterson, who is legally blind, claimed in a sworn deposition that he didn't see well enough to have fired Maioriello because of his race.
A spokesman for Paterson later said the comment was "a quip, a joke."
Paterson and McPadden denied the race-bias claim.
http://www.nypost.com/seven/05012009/news/regionalnews/paterson_burned_by_a_racial_fire_167078.htm