Forgotten Forbidden America:: Patriots Reborn

FORGOTTEN FORBIDDEN AMERICA

PATRIOTS REBORN

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THOMAS A WATSON

Copyright © March 15, 2016

THOMAS A WATSON

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to all my readers, thank you.

                                                                       Acknowledgements

Well here we are again, and I can’t say enough to all my fans for the encouragement to pursue writing as a full-time job. I can now say I truly enjoy my work. I love your comments and questions, so keep them coming.

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Title Page

Credits

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1…………………………………………………………….

Chapter 2……………………………………………………………

Chapter 3…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 4…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 5…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 6…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 7…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 8…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 9…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 10…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 11…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 12…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 13…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 14…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 15…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 16…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 17…………………………………………………………..

Chapter 18…………………………………………………………..

List of Watson’s Books……………………………………….

Chapter One

It was three days after Nancy had informed everyone that most of the group was wanted by the federal government. Sitting in his cabin drinking coffee, Nelson was looking at the printouts laid out on the kitchen table Nancy had gotten off the internet the night before. In the top right corner was a picture of him.

Wanted
: Nelson Jackson.
Age:
34.
Weight
: 240 lbs.
Height
: 72in.
Hair
: Lt. BRN

Violations for immediate detainment without appeal

Suspect moved weapons from retail storage area without notifying or receiving BATF approval. Refusal to report to work reassignment. Removal of private firearms from residence without BATF approval. Refusal to turn over known and verified large gold/jewelry purchase.

Violations—Detainment Until Disproved

Large quantity food purchase within seventy-two hours after presidential order limiting households to no more than a seven-day food supply. Large ammunition purchase twelve hours before presidential order limiting civilians to fifty rounds per quarter. Bi-monthly large cash withdrawal greater than five years. Refusal to enroll minors in certified government mandated schools.

Risk Factors for Terrorist Assessment

Known active member of multiple gun rights organizations. (Violation)

Known active member of Tea Party.

Known member of multiple citizen rights organizations.

Known active member of multiple hunter organizations. (Violation)

Known active member of multiple conservation organizations. (Violation)

Known active member of Southern Hill Baptist Church.

Known Christian.

Active competitive shooter. (Violation)

Former U.S. Army (ref. no. 415574336)

Associates

Bill Nelson (Brother): incarcerated

Michelle Nelson (Spouse): Wanted Fugitive (file 4557K64)

Giving a sigh, Nelson set down the paper, not wanting to read over his other “Associates” again. He glanced at Michelle’s, and hers read almost like his, but her detainment list was longer because she was a registered nurse and quit.

Picking up his coffee cup, Nelson sighed, “The nerve of her to quit her job.” He took a sip. He wanted to kid and make a joke to ease his tension, but he couldn’t even do it to himself. Glancing up at the clock, he sighed, seeing it was only 4:30 in the morning. “The only way they would know I moved weapons from my home is they have been there.”

Zeus and Hera came over on each side of him, lying their massive heads in his lap. “Yeah, not feeling so hot about this shit anymore,” Nelson said, putting his cup down and rubbing their heads. “You know, I could’ve saved money on horses and just bought more Rotts. I bet even Gavin could ride you, Zeus.”

Hearing his name, Zeus looked up and panted at him. “Yeah, boy,” Nelson smiled, rubbing Zeus’ head. “I’m guilty of shit as they retroactively applied the laws they make up.”

“You’re talking to the dogs again,” Michelle said, yawning as she walked in the kitchen.

“Yeah, they listen and don’t talk back.”

“I listen and give feedback,” she said, grabbing a coffee cup.

Not taking the bait, Nelson winked at her. “And wise feedback it is.”

“You learned well, young Jedi.”

Nelson got out of his chair and walked over, wrapping his arms around her. “You know I like it when you talk
Star Wars
.”

“I’m not putting it on,” Michelle giggled as she hugged him. “At least not today.”

“Well, I won’t be facing Vader, so we can go about our new life.”

She glanced over at the printed wanted sheets on the table. “You know, that’s printed on paper; it’s not going to change no matter how many times you read it.”

He let her go and walked back to the table. “Yeah, but I’m still having problems coming to terms that this is the same country I grew up in and served in the military for.”

Grabbing her cup, Michelle walked over as he sat down. “Baby, Nancy said that sixty-four million Americans are wanted for immediate detainment, and another forty-eight million are wanted for detainment until cleared. That’s over a third of America, babe. They aren’t going to actively hunt us.”

“Shit, even if they did, we have no connection here,” Nelson said, picking up the wanted sheets again and shaking his head. “What worries me is they know we aren’t at our house; they already came calling on us.”

Sitting down, Michelle reached over and took them away. “I know, Nelson, but you need to keep your mind in the ‘now.’ You’re worrying about the ‘maybe.’ The kids and I can live through this with you, but we can’t make it without you.”

“Shit,” Nelson laughed. “Says the woman who charges ambushes.”

“We aren’t talking about Iraq today,” she snapped, getting up.

“Oh, but you can chew my ass regularly for stupid shit I did over there,” Nelson mumbled under his breath.

Refilling her coffee cup, Michelle shook her head. “You do know I’m not deaf, right?”

“Yep,” Nelson said, reaching for the wanted papers Michelle took from him.

“Nelson,” Michelle snapped without turning around or even looking at him. “Leave the damn things alone. We are wanted outlaws, so quit.”

Sitting back in his chair, Nelson stared at the back of her head in true amazement. “How do you do that?”

“Women become Jedi before they get married,” she said, walking back over. “It’s our defense as the male half tries to ascertain the rank.”

Nelson grabbed his empty mug as he stood. “I’m telling you now, if you ever pull out a light saber, we are getting a divorce that day,” he said, walking to the coffee pot.

“That’s why they don’t let us have them,” Michelle giggled. “The husbands would get jealous, and we don’t really need them.”

“Damn right they would.”

Grabbing the wanted papers, Michelle folded them up. “So it’s more lumberjack for you today?”

“Better believe it,” Nelson said, grinning. “My light saber is orange with a thirty-two-inch blade and says Husky.”

“I really wish you would use one of the smaller chainsaws. Why do you insist on that monster?” Michelle said, getting up with the wanted papers. “Your others are orange and say Husky.”

“Yeah, but like you said; they are smaller. Man Card rules say if you have a big one, use it.”

Michelle froze when she heard that. “There are so many things wrong with that; I don’t know where to start.”

“Because you don’t have a Man Card,” Nelson said, taking his cup back to the table. “Any man would understand that.”

Not taking the bait, Michelle closed her eyes and sighed. “Since you’re ready for the gym, give me a minute, and we can go.”

When she walked down the hall, Nelson reached for the wanted papers only to see them gone. “Fuck! Not only is she a Jedi; she’s a damn ninja.”

“I heard that,” Michelle called from down the hall.

“With super hearing,” Nelson mumbled, sipping his coffee. Putting his cup down, he grabbed his tactical vest and put it on then grabbed his AR and slung it over his shoulder. He drained his coffee cup and made a bottle for Devin. Grabbing Michelle’s gear, Nelson put it on the back of the couch then stood at the door.

Hearing Devin objecting to being woken up and hearing Michelle argue with the baby, Nelson smiled. “If Devin understands all those words she’s using, we have a born scholar.”

Seeing Michelle walk out carrying Devin, Nelson gave a devious grin, looking at her in her workout clothes. “Babe, mind out of the gutter,” she said with a smile as she held Devin out.

“I was just thinking, ‘Wow, she’s so beautiful,’” Nelson huffed, taking Devin. “Hey, soccer ball head,” he said, making Devin smile.

“His head isn’t that big,” Michelle said, putting her vest on. “But back to your thoughts. I have no doubt you were thinking that; it’s what you were adding after it.”

“So you don’t like me thinking about jumping my hottie?”

“No, I like it, but when I see that look on your face, I want to throw you down till you cry for me to stop,” Michelle said, picking up her AR.

“That, I would like to see,” Nelson said, opening the door.

“Well, quit falling asleep.”

Nelson held out his hand, grabbing hers as they walked around to the front of the house. “Babe, women are like diesel tractors; it takes a lot to get y’all warmed up, but when you do, wow. All that warm up work is tiring. Men are more like firecrackers; we can have long fuses, but they usually burn fast and only one bang.”

Leaning her head over on his shoulder, Michelle said blandly, “Become a faster diesel worker, and learn to tie firecrackers together.”

Keeping his mouth shut, Nelson walked out the gate then around the moat and berm they had built. Walking into the gym, they found it empty and put Devin in his bouncy chair then started their workouts.

It wasn’t long before Matt and Ashley arrived. Ashley put Mike in a bouncy chair beside Devin as they joined in. When Nancy walked in followed by Gerald, Matt and Nelson stopped their set and stared as Gerald walked over with a grumpy face.

“Thought you didn’t work out,” Nelson said, climbing back under the weight bar.

“I did this shit for over twenty years. I said I didn’t like it,” Gerald said as he watched the two and was impressed with the plates Nelson had on the bar as he lowered it to his chest. “Nancy won’t shut up about me not working out.”

“Want to join in?” Matt asked as Nelson racked the bar.

“You boys are a little advanced for me,” Gerald said, waving at the bar. “That’s two hundred and seventy pounds. I only weigh one ninety.”

“No, it’s three hundred and fifteen pounds. The bar weighs forty-five pounds,” Matt said as Nelson got up.

Gerald nodded. “That’s what I mean. I need a beginner group.” Gerald took a step back as they added a forty-five plate to each side.

“I go first,” Nelson said as Matt climbed under the bar. “My last max set is his starting set.”

“Shit, no wonder Matt’s so big we need to feed him hay. He’s trying to lift the Earth,” Gerald huffed. “So you boys working chest?”

“Chest and shoulders,” Nelson said, helping Matt press out his last rep.

“Alright, I’ll join you, but I go before Nelson, and the first fucker that laughs, we go outside.”

They both looked at him startled. “Gerald,” Nelson said, walking over. “There’s never laughing about someone that can’t lift as much. Shit, everyone has to start from somewhere.”

“I’ve seen gyms throw people out for shit like that. That’s close to Man Card violation,” Matt said, grabbing a towel to wipe his face off.

Feeling much better hearing that, Gerald grinned. “Well, let’s get this over so I can be sore.”

After the weights, Matt and Nelson led Gerald into the steam room. “I’m going to be sweating to death today; why do I want to start early?” he asked, sitting down as the steam filled the small room.

“Cleans the pores and starts to relax the muscles,” Nelson said, leaning back.

When they left the steam room, Gerald was panting. “Shit, I’m looking for a thermometer sticking out of my ass to say I’m done.” They chuckled as they led him to the hot tub. “Now this, I will like.”

Nelson and Matt grabbed the babies and climbed in to find Gerald trying not to fall asleep. “For your first day of iron, Gerald, you pushed some good weight,” Nelson said as Devin let out a yell and started slapping at the attacking bubbles.

“You always finish in this,” Gerald mumbled.

Matt laughed. “We come on off days just to soak.”

“You will see me with you then,” Gerald grinned as Devin yelled louder and slapped the water, attacking the bubbles. Cracking one eye open, Gerald watched Devin slap the surface. “What is he doing?”

“Killing bubbles,” Nelson and Matt answered together.

The three women climbed in the ten-person hot tub, and there was still plenty of room for Devin’s war against the bubbles. “Does he ever give up on his battle?” Nancy asked as Devin raised both hands, yelling, then slapped the water hard, splashing everyone.

“He stops when the evil bubbles retreat,” Nelson laughed and used his hands to scoop bubbles together in clumps and pull them across the hot tub to Devin.

Nancy sat and watched the two for several minutes. “I’m beginning to think Nelson taught this to him.”

“Not just Devin,” Michelle laughed. “He taught all of our kids to fight the evil bubbles from taking over the world.”

“Devin,” Nancy said, holding out her hands. Devin stopped mid assault and looked at her, wearing a big smile. “I have bubbles over here.” Letting out a squeal, Devin leaned toward her, holding out his arms.

“You sure, Nancy? His war is vicious,” Nelson said, holding Devin back.

“I’ll help him,” she smiled.

As Nancy pulled him over, Devin squealed at all the new enemies that had spawned out of his wrath. Seeing a large cluster of enemies closing, Devin cried out, slapping both hands on the cluster of bubbles. With water dripping off his face, he looked around but did not see the cluster of evil bubbles. Devin raised his hands in triumph.