Freedom Fight: Beginnings Series Book 9 (15 page)

A tin cup of water was extended in front of Ellen as she sat on a fallen tree. “Ma’am,” The soldier gave her water. “Drink this please.”

“Thank you.” Ellen took the cup. She saw another approach with a pan of water that he set it down before her. “What’s this for?”

“Your injuries look as if they weren’t tended to,” the other soldier said. “May I, unless you prefer I do not touch you.”

“Touch away.” Ellen shrugged. “They didn’t give me anything to clean up with.”

“You don’t want an infection.” The second soldier dipped a cloth and brought it to Ellen’s face. “Spring water, It’s fresh but cold.”

Ellen jumped back at the frigid water but it felt good. She saw yet a third soldier approach.

“We have rations, Ma’am. Are you hungry? You should eat.”

“I am hungry.”

The third soldier knelt down by her, opening a sack. “It doesn’t look appealing, but it tastes good. It’s like beef jerky and it’s the protein you need.”

Ellen reached into the bag and pulled it out. She sniffed it, shrugged, and bit it.

The third soldier stared at her. “Is there anything else we can get you? Do you need us to fetch anything for you?” A fourth soldier walked behind the third, extending down an apple. The third soldier gave it to Ellen. “Here.”

Ellen blinked in surprise. “You’re being very nice. Thank you. This is almost too nice.”

The second soldier looked at the others. “Too nice? But Ma’am, you’re a woman.”

“Yes I am.” Ellen shifted her eyes around them. “And as a woman, let me just say, great uniforms. So Civil War like.”

The second soldier snickered as he finished cleaning her off. “They are civil war. Our Captain got our uniforms from a re-enactment center.”

“No kidding?” Ellen said with a smile. “Where is he?”

“South,” the soldier answered. “He was leading another attack.”

“Oh, I thought for . . . Frank.” Ellen stood up when Frank walked with Sgt. Ryder.

Immediately, as Frank neared Ellen, a wall of soldiers stood before her and held out their weapons.

Frank rolled his eyes. “Excuse me. I’d like to see her.”

The one soldier kept his aim serious. “You can see her from there. Please keep your distance from the woman.”

Sgt. Ryder laughed. “Lower you weapons. The woman is his wife.”

Four of the ten that protected Ellen all said the same thing with such shock. “Wife?”

Ellen agreed with their questioning. “Wife? I’m not his wife.”

Sgt. Ryder looked at Frank. “You said she was your wife.”

“She was.” Frank moved to her. “And will be again.”

Ellen lost her sarcasm as she neared Frank. “How are you?”

“Better now.” Frank embraced her tightly, lifting her from her feet.

Ellen let out a breath as he set her down. “God, Frank. Can you do anything less dramatic?”

“Me?” Frank coughed. “You’re lucky I . . .” He coughed again. “Hold on.” He turned his head away from her, coughing.

Ellen closed her eyes with a shaking head. She reached down for her water and handed it to Frank. “Here. Sit for a moment, O.K.?”

Frank’s hand lay on his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He hurt with every breath he took, but he didn’t want to tell Ellen that. He just agreed to sit because, at that moment, Frank needed to more than he let on.

“The United Western Alliance,” Sgt. Ryder explained to Frank and Ellen. “You can call us Freedom Fighters. We’re fighting the Society only they’re just now realizing we’ve declared war.”

Frank sipped slowly from his water. “There’s so many of you.”

Sgt. Ryder nodded. “Now there is, yes. When I first joined back up with the Captain about nine months ago, he had some trouble with them. It’s a long story. He was already leading about two hundred men. We began search parties much like you and the Society do. We seek people who have seen the wrath of the society and enlist them to join our cause. We’ve trained for this moment and have for a little over four months. We’ve just started hitting their camps. Anything that crosses over Kansas we plan to take out.”

“Securing this half of the country,” Frank said, “until you’re big enough to take it all out?”

“Yes. We’ve gained many defectors, those who have the microchip, as you put it. We’ve found if you lock then away for two weeks then gradually expose them to our men, we become the ally and no longer the enemy.”

Ellen snickered as she enjoyed her apple. “My friends Henry and Danny can erase their microchips in a second.” Ellen snapped her finger, “then they just reprogram them.”

“Your people are much more high tech than ours,” Sgt. Ryder commented. “We like to think of ourselves as old world.”

“Like the cavalry,” Ellen commented. “They come in and save the day.”

“Yes, exactly,” Sgt. Ryder said.

“Frank is a one man cavalry.” Ellen looked at Frank and smiled.

Frank had to question. “Why haven’t you contacted Beginnings? We’re on the same side.”

“We realize this now. We’ve begun to monitor you constantly, your radio transmissions that is. Sometimes it’s entertaining. Anyhow, I believe in due time we will. Right now, we have our work cut out for us.”

“You do your work well,” Frank said. “Someone trained these men well and with style.”

Sgt. Ryder smiled proudly. “Our Captain is a good man. He inspires us and we believe in him. I’m sure he’d feel much better if you and the woman came to our home and stayed until you are well.”

Frank shook his head. “We have to go.” He shifted his eyes to Ellen.

“Then let us at least get you to the Anderson Farm. You can rest there. There’s a radio so you can contact your people in Beginnings to come and get you.”

“Where’s this at?” Frank asked.

“About fifty miles east of Beginnings and a little south. An old man and a woman lived there. They both survived the plague then the woman died about six months ago. Mr. Anderson died three months later. They used to feed our men and let them rest there. We’ve kept up their place in their memory and we use it for the purpose that they would want, a safe place pretty well hidden for the UWA.”

Ellen saw Frank’s hesitation. “We should do this. We can call Robbie so he can fly and get us. We’ll get you home and get something in you for the pneumonia.”

Frank reluctantly agreed and he looked to Sgt. Ryder. “We appreciate it. If you people ever need to retreat to Beginnings or need a place to stop, rest, eat, whatever, you just ask for me. You’re in.”

Sgt. Ryder nodded in appreciation. “We’ll remember that but there is one thing we would like to ask of you. We’re heading into dangerous battles. We’ve lost lives and have injured men. We know Beginnings is medically very versed. All we ask is if our men can’t be treated by us, that we can bring them to you to try to do your best to help them.”

Ellen was the one that responded. “Without a doubt, I’m a nurse there. You can be reassured that we have the best medical staff. In fact,” her voice became chipper, “we have this doctor that is not only the greatest mind in the world, but also very good with his hands. He has this vision and he. . .”

“El,” Frank shut her up, “can we not praise Dean?”

“Sorry.” Ellen bit her bottom lip then looked at Sgt. Ryder. “Just bring them to us.”

The UWA began to disperse, heading home while Sgt. Ryder stayed behind until Frank and Ellen were rested enough to journey to the Anderson farm. He kept men behind to escort them, though Frank insisted he could handle it. But to Sgt. Ryder, one couldn’t be too careful when it came to the Society. They were showing up everywhere. Little did he know, there was one in the trees near by them, listening to every word they said.

He sounded sacred to George. He noticed the trembling in his soldier’s voice, but through the trembling, George received a message that helped ease the pain over the loss of his camp, the position of Frank and Ellen. Not only did George know where they were, but he knew where they were headed.

The soldier heard the name Beginnings. In hope to divert the anger of the President he told him about the two, describing them to George. What made it all better for George was the fact that his group in South Dakota would be checking in. As soon as they did, he knew just where to send them.

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It was something Robbie wanted to land and check out for himself. From the air it was an odd sight. He swooped down close catching as good of a glimpse as he could, then remembering where it was, he flew east thirty miles to the area where the search parties moved.

Henry looked up in oddity when he saw Robbie landing and turning off the chopper. Henry was on Jess’s team and all four of them stopped walking and faced Robbie who moved toward them. At the instant Henry saw his face, he knew something was up.

“Robbie.” Henry approached him first. “What’s going on?”

Robbie raised his head in acknowledgment and closed into Henry and Jess. “Jess, radio the other search teams in the area. Tell them to hang tight. I think I found something. Let’s go. I need you guys.”

Without hesitation and a real response, Henry followed and was the first to board the chopper. He waited for Jess, Mark, and Cole to join.

The helicopter landed not far from the town of Williston, North Dakota, half a mile out on what used to be a highway. They turned off the chopper and unloaded.

“I saw this from the air. You guys are not gonna believe this,” Robbie said.

“What is it?” Henry asked.

“You especially, Henry,” Robbie told him. “I hope your stomach is strong today.”

The sound of many buzzing flies greeted them first. The next thing they saw was the American flag, and further into their footsteps into town, the massacre.

Henry immediately covered his mouth. “Oh shit.”

“All Society soldiers,” Robbie looked at them. “I think this is way too close to not be where they took Frank and Ellen.”

Jess breathed outward, the smell tripled in a bad effect from the heat. “But they’re all dead.” He nudged a soldier’s body with his foot. It was stiff. “Three, four hours maybe more.”

“Someone massacred these men,” Robbie said. “As hard as it’s gonna be, we have to look among all these bodies and through this town for Frank and Ellen.”

Cole’s voice sounded distant even though it was close. “I don’t think we’re finding Frank or Ellen here.”

“Why?” Robbie asked.

“Come here.” Cole raised his hand to him.

Robbie hurried over with Henry and Jess. “What?”

“Frank’s signature,” Cole pointed. “This is a Frank thing. He makes us men do this.”

Robbie took a closer look at the body with a single bullet hole in the center of the forehead. “Anyone could have done this.”

“True,” Cole said, “but there’s more than one person shot in the head with the assurance bullet. And . . .” Cole took his M-16 and nudged a body with it. “This guy doesn’t have any arms. Only Frank would shoot him in the head to make sure he’s dead.”

Robbie looked all around. More than he realized, contained that single head shot. “Henry? What do you make of it.”

“Frank’s work, but we have to think. As much damage as Frank can do, He’s only one man. He didn’t do this alone but the bullet hole in the forehead is definitely Frank’s shot.”

Jess joined the group. “The bullet to the head to make sure that they are dead is Frank’s thing. But . . . Is this?” so nonchalantly he held up a decapitated head, clenching it by the hair, and emerging it into the circle of men.

Henry shrieked and jumped back. “Put that down. Oh my God, that is gross.”

Robbie laughed. “Cute. Man, makes me miss the days when we’d whip out our phones and take a picture. That would have been a shot.””

Jess tossed the head and wiped his hands on his pants. He looked curiously at Henry who made a loud audible sound of disgust. “What, Henry?”

“I am not sitting next to you on the chopper.”

“O.K.” Robbie held up his hands. “We should comb this town but I don’t think we’ll find Frank or Ellen either. Something happened here, and if they were here, Frank did his share then he and Ellen moved on.”

Henry nodded in agreement. “Then you should put the chopper in the air and search. If they’re on foot, they can’t be that far.”

“Good idea but there’s only one problem,” Robbie stated. “Which way did they go?”

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Hidden and tucked away was an understatement when the UWA soldiers left Frank and Ellen at the Anderson property edge. They were apprehensive while walking through the high brush and thick trees, wondering what they had gotten themselves into.

But like a light at the end of the tunnel, they emerged into a scene that could have been set twenty years before their time, a small farm, perhaps at one time bigger. The farmhouse was tall and wooden, the paint on the shingles weather-worn. The porch was long and spread out the front of the house, straight from some summertime lemonade commercial.

Frank and Ellen walked slowly toward the house. Ellen felt the effects of the hot sun but Frank did not. He moved slower than usual, his hand hot as it held tightly to Ellen’s. The house looked so old fashioned from the outside. A hand pump water well was off the back. Set further away from that were two graves where the grass had barely time to grow.

The wooden screen door squeaked when they opened it. The front door was open and they walked in. The house smelt old, dusty, but it was neat and it was evident someone had stopped by recently.

“Oh Frank,” Ellen said breathlessly as she walked into the living room. “Look at this place.” She immediately walked to the long table that was placed against the far wall, a thin table and had sprawled across it tons of photographs. “This must be them.” Ellen lifted a picture of a couple, embraced, and elderly. “This is us in thirty years.”

Frank moved closer to Ellen. “It’s amazing they had all this family. They and their kids both lived through the plague.”

“So did we.” Ellen set the picture down and smiled at him. The smile dropped when she noticed how pale he really looked. “Frank, you look bad. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. The one guy said the radio is in the kitchen. I’m uh . . . gonna check it out. Why don’t you open some windows for some fresh air?”

“I’ll do that.” Ellen watched Frank walk away, staggering some, slumping. She walked to the front widow, struggling at first, and then lifting it with a grunt. A warm breeze blew in, flapping the lace white curtain out at her. She moved on to the other windows, stopping and looking at the photographs many times.

Frank looked disappointed when Ellen made her way into the country kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as she walked in.

“It doesn’t work.” He laid down the microphone. “Power supply is bad.”

“O.K.” Ellen walked to the table. “So now what?”

“We can start walking home.”

Ellen laughed in ridicule. “You think? Look at you. You’re sick. You’ve put up this big front. We’re here so why don’t we stay here? I need to find you a bed and make you rest. Maybe tomorrow you’ll be strong enough and you heard Sgt. Ryder. They have search parties out for us. We can flag the house somehow, hang a bed sheet out so Robbie can see it from the air.”

Frank breathed loudly and slowly out, laying his face in his hands. “Would you be O.K. with that?”

“I suggested that.” Ellen grabbed his hands. “I’m sure Robbie will spot us. If he doesn’t, day after tomorrow we’ll start walking. Frank, if you don’t get well, you won’t be able to do what you do best. Besides, I’m in a really nosey mood right now. Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve been in a real house? And those pictures, I love them. I’m sure I can find more.”

“They’re strangers, El.”

“Yeah, but they’re a little bit of the old world, aren’t they?” She gripped tightly to his arm. “Let’s go upstairs and find you a bed. I’m gonna try that pump thing out back.”

With no energy, Frank rose from his seat. Ellen put her arm around his waist and he immediately embraced her. As her head rested against his chest, she could hear the gurgling of his breathing. Ellen knew without saying anything to Frank that if Robbie was going to find them, he had better do it soon because for the first time ever, Frank had been worn down.

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