see 'em but I heard 'em standin' there talkin'
'bout what they was plannin' fer me. What they was sayin' made me
keep real quiet 'til they was gone. I was shakin' from bein' tired,
from tha smell o' tha smoke, an from bein' scared but when they went back
'round tha end o' tha house I got up an' slipped 'round tha corner o' tha
cinder block buildin' an' looked in tha door. Them people from tha
bus was all dead, shot. Musta been a hell of a scene when them soldiers
done it. Musta been tha soldiers. Couldn't o' been nobody else.
They ain't no words for it. That wasn't tha worst. Tha way
that some o' them dead women was layin' made me try not ta think what Bill
an' Bob 'ad been doin' to 'em after tha soldiers 'ad left but I guess it
kept 'em busy while I got outa tha cellar an' behind tha cinder block buildin'.
I spose them women couldn't o' been hurt no more nohow but it still gave
me tha worst feelin' yet. I didn't even feel real no more.
Sometimes,
ya kin see a lot more in one quick look than ya ever wanna remember an'
I jus' took one look through tha door an' turned an' ran as hard as I could.
That saved my life again. I ran straight out from tha place, didn't
even know where I was goin', over a hill, down a slope, an' stumbled an'
fell inta a gully. Just as I hit tha bottom, they was a big boom
an pieces o' house started ta fall all 'round me. I guess tha light
bulb worked. I didn't even notice, right then. I just laid
there an' cried.
After
a few minutes, I got up, climbed outa tha gully, an' went back fer a look
at tha house. They wasn't much left o' tha place 'cept a cellar-shaped
hole in tha ground. The near wall o' the cinder block buildin' had
got blowed over by tha blast an' fell in an' covered most o' tha dead people.
At tha far end o' tha cinder block buildin' they was a little room with
a iron rack, a big propane burner, an' what was left o' some people.
They was mostly burned but tha blast had blowed out tha fire. I didn't
see no trace o' Bill, Bob, or them Rottweilers. I dug ma stuff outa
what was left o' tha pickup truck an' walked away.
When
I got back ta town, a few days later, an heard 'bout them airplanes that
was hijacked in New York an' tha Pentagon, it all made some kinda sense.
Don't you believe nothin' tha gov'ment says 'bout what happened on 911
six years ago. It's all a pack o' lies. None o' them hijacked
planes never hit no buildin's. They was all landed safe somewhere
an' everbody on 'em was murdered an' burned. Tha folks that I saw
was one bunch of 'em. They was all people from one o' them planes that
got hijacked. I reckon them soldiers went back later an' finished
burnin' 'em, when they found out tha place had got blowed up.
I've
thought about it a lot since then an' I think that they's some kinda secret
gov'ment base hid out there in them woods. I don't know what goes
on there but ain't none of it good or why would they hide it from us in
a wilderness? Bill an' Bob wasn't part of it 'cause they wasn't soldiers.
They was too careless ta be soldiers, but they worked fer 'em. They
all picked a damned good place ta put their house fer murderin' people
an' burnin' 'em, tha River of No Return Wilderness.
Whenever
I get a chance, I hike back in there. Try ta disguise myself a little
differnt ever time, just in case, but I ain't never seen tha same guys
twice. Anyway, they's some damned scary people in there, armed ta
tha teeth an' wearin' camo, just like tha ones on them troop carriers.
Fer a long time, whenever I got too close to their base, they chased me
out. I kept smilin', actin' stupid, sayin' yes sir, sorry sir, won't
happen again sir, an' goin' back again tha next chance I got. Ever
time, I marked it on my map. Now, I got a boundary. I know
where they stop people so I know where they are, close enough. Over
tha last six years, I got a lot better at it than I usta be. Nowadays,
when I go in they don't see me 'less I show myself an' I got ma route all
planned, jus' outside o' where they stop people.
It's
a forest, right? I like tha woods as good as tha next guy but tha
next long dry spell that happens, when tha wind is right, me an' a big
ol' box o' kitchen matches is gonna send some o' them bastards back ta
visit Bill an' Bob. Tha ones that git away won't have no forest left
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