Monday, August 31, 2020

Quest: The power of a name

It was the end of the road for Thibodeaux and Andi.

There had been no word from “higher”.

Thibodeaux made expeditions three miles to the south and to the north and none of Sayed’s observation posts were still operating. Just him and Andi.

He knew the jig was up once they ran out of hard-tack. You can starve to death eating rabbit meat. Not enough fat. Not enough calories.

And they weren’t catching all that many rabbits. The rabbits had figured out how to twist around and chew through the synthetic cordage. Unlike steel, the nylon was no match for bunny teeth.

Thibodeaux and Andi discussed the best way to surrender. They knew there was a high risk that they would be shot while turning themselves in.

Andi voted for surrendering to the two lovers they saw strolling twice-a-day. Her reasoning was that they were the ones most likely to have empathy for the couple.

Thibodeaux was of two minds. While he agreed with Andi in principle, the man had clearly been wounded and since he was of military age, it was a damned good chance that Sayed’s forces had been the ones to shoot him. Men tend to resent things like that and had been known to hold grudges.

In the end Thibodeaux agreed because he didn’t have any better ideas.

Wyatt and Tikka were very regular in their walks. Andi had them timed down to a ten-minute window.

Thibodeaux and Andi stashed their guns in the middle of a blackberry thicket some 150 yards from the road. If things went sideways they wanted to be able to recover them.

They left their backpacks and water there as well. 

They intercepted Wyatt and Tikka a quarter mile off Howell Road. Howell Road was a heavily traveled artery and they didn't want a crowd. On the other hand, they didn't want the couple they were surrendering to to feel isolated and to think they were being ambushed.

Thibodeaux and Andi stepped into the middle of the road some thirty-five yards ahead of Wyatt and Tikka. They were holding hands as they walked out of the brush that lined the road.

They turned and faced Wyatt. They separated by about six feet and raised their hands and Andi loudly announced “We are political refugees from Ann Arbor and we want to surrender to you.”

Then they waited.

Wyatt saw a scruffy, hairy, muddy man who he knew was not a Buffer-Zone fighter. That is, a threat.

Tikka saw a magazine-cover, glamorous model. That is, a woman so gorgeous that Tikka was instantly intimidated.

Wyatt slipped his handgun out of his holster and kept it at low-ready as they approached the couple. Tikka had a .22, bolt-action long gun for defense against feral dogs and to pot the occassional woodchuck or squirrel. She didn’t think to un-sling it.

“Who are you?” Wyatt asked. His voice was not particularly loud. Just loud enough.

“We are refugees from Ann Arbor and we are surrendering to you.” Thibodeaux said.

“Yeah, I heard that. If you are refugees, then why are you surrendering?” Wyatt asked.

“Good question” Thibodeaux admitted.

“We are surrendering because we recognize that you are calling the shots.” Andi said. Then, she regretted her choice of words. Getting shot was NOT what she wanted to have happen.

“So who ARE you?” Wyatt repeated.

“My name is Thibodeaux and this is my wife Andi” Thibodeaux said.

Tikka saw the lightening fast glance Andi gave Thibodeaux. Andi's head did not move a millimeter, just her eyes. Tikka guessed that until just now, Andi had been oblivious to the fact that Thibodeaux was going to identify her as his 'wife'. 

She was not wrong.

Wyatt nodded. He had not picked up on Andi’s quick ‘tell’. His eyes were glued to Thibodeaux. His 'spider' senses told him that Thibodeaux was by far the more dangerous of the two. "My name is Wyatt and this is my fiance, Tikka."

Neither Thibodeaux or Andi missed the fact that Tikka’s eyebrows shot to her hairline. Tikka would never be the poker player that Andi was.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you both like rabid dogs” Wyatt said. “We have been over-run with your kind, stealing and breaking into homes.”

“Shooting you might be a kindness. A bunch of you have Ebola” Wyatt concluded. "It is not a pretty way to die."

Thibodeaux winced.

“I used to work with a guy” Thibodeaux said. “We moved from job-to-job for almost two years. Last I knew, he married a girl who lived near Eaton Rapids. Any chance you can call him and get a character reference?”

“Not likely he is still alive. The first wave of Ebola took lots of folks” Wyatt said.

“Maybe” Thibodeaux said. “I got a letter from him while things were getting hairy and he was alive back then.”

Tikka, who grew up north of Eaton Rapids and far more likely to know if Thibodeaux’s friend was alive asked “Who is your friend. I might be able to tell you if he is still alive.”

“His name is Milo Talon” Thibodeaux said.

Even Wyatt knew who Milo Talon was and knew that he was very much alive. Milo had been instrumental in getting General Spackle to approve the land-grants and to getting the garden plots plowed. Milo Talon supplied the tractor and the manpower. Milo Talon owned the trucking company that delivered the vast majority of supplies that had kept Wyatt alive the last nine months.

“How do I know you aren’t making that up?” Wyatt asked.

“Ask him” was all Thibodeaux could suggest. From Thibodeaux’s standpoint, things were going well. Neither Andi nor he had been shot. Yet.

Given sufficient priority, it is possible to daisy-chain repeaters together and talk over great distances. Wyatt, as a wounded soldier who never abused the privilege was able to command that priority.

Milo almost didn’t pick-up the call. They were hustling to put together a shipment and he was busy. Gladys “suggested” it would be in his best interest to pick up the call. Nobody wanted to piss-off the local operator, so he sighed and toggled the call in.

“Yeah, whaddya got?” Milo asked, cutting to the chase. He was beyond busy with dozens of people wanting a piece of his time or a favor.

After a lag as each repeater collected and disgorged the message in chunks, he heard “I am guarding an enemy combatant who claims to know you. Says you can give him a character reference” the disembodied voice said.


“What is his name?” Milo asked.

“Never gave me a first name. Just calls himself ‘Thibodeaux’.”

The roulette wheel had to spin around twice before the ball dropped into the slot.

“Scruffy bastard? Talks like a drunk with a mouth full of marbles?” Milo asked.

“More or less” Wyatt responded.

“If you don't mind, can you hand him the radio” Milo asked Wyatt.

Then, once he was sure the radio had been handed over “You dirty, rotten bastard. You still owe me $10 for lunch”

“Yeah, about that. I have been busy. You know, you are a lot more likely to get it if your soldier boy doesn’t shoot me first” Thibodeaux said.

“Hand the radio back to your guard” Milo said.

“What is your name, son?” Milo asked.

“Wyatt” Wyatt responded.

“Tell you what, Wyatt. It will take me an hour to get there from Capiche. I could get there quicker but it would be hell on the tires. Is there any chance you and my friend Thibodeaux could stay tucked out of sight until I get there? You know how folks have been getting excited when they see enemy combatants.” Milo asked.

Wyatt agreed that he had no pressing engagements and he and Tikka could keep Thibodeaux and his wife company until Milo showed up to take things in hand.

Milo walked out into the warehouse and asked which truck was closest to fully loaded for shipment to the Buffer-Zone. The crew pointed at a Ford truck.

“Throw five gallons of gas in the tank. I don’t have time to fire up the gassifer” Milo said. That was a lot easier to say that now that the Canton-to-Burlington line was delivering crude oil up the Michigan spur and Ozzie and Gabby had figured out how to distill it without blowing up.

Fifty-five minutes later, Milo pulled up to the GPS coordinates Wyatt had transmitted. By post-Ebola standards, it was a Cannonball Run.

“Shit, I knew you were too ornery to kill.” Milo said, hugging Thibodeaux and thumping him on the back.

“We have a screaming need for people who will work” Milo said. “There just aren’t enough people who know how to do ‘stuff’.” 

"I don't think there will be any issues in getting the two of you in except that you need to go through quarantine.

Thibodeaux cocked an eyebrow.

"Ebola" Milo said. "We have a vaccine but you still need to be in quarantine for four weeks."

"It isn't a very good vaccine. It takes a while to kick in and it isn't 100% effective with older people. So to protect them and to keep you out of sight...we need to find a place to stash you during your quarantine.

That is when Tikka piped up again.  “Mr. Talon, My fiancé has a forty-acre farm next to his that they can stay in. I can make sure they have food, water and whatever else they need if they stay there.” 

Milo smiled and said, "Call me 'Milo'."

Turning to Wyatt, Milo asked "What about you? Are you willing to put up with this devious bastard for a month? By the way, I appreciate how discretely you handled this. Most people wouldn't have shown as level of a head."

Wyatt was trapped. The third richest man in Delta Township/Capiche just told his bride-to-be that they were on a first name basis. Wyatt punted.

"It is really up to Tikka, Mr. Talon. She is going to do most of the work. General Spackle isn't very eager to let us least just yet. If Tikka wants to do it then I am all in" Wyatt said.

Milo smiled. "Whaddya think, Thibodeaux? You got a better offer?"

That is when Andi sent Thibodeaux a smile that promised many joyful nights over the coming decades “I think we should take them up on it, 'Hubby'.”


---The end of the third and final saga of Seven Cows--- 


  1. *Well I think this published early*

    A nice wrap up. Although there many areas of the story I'd love to learn more about. I enjoyed it very much. It has given me much to think about and gives me hope as I watch our society plunge toward such an experience.

    1. It did publish early.

      A minor detail in the overall scheme of things.

      Thanks for the compliment. I think highly of engineers.

  2. Great story well done. I really enjoyed it. It made this hard time a bit easier. thanks much--ken

  3. Good work, sir! First thing I read most every morning.

  4. I have really enjoyed the story. You write well.

  5. The third and final saga? Say it ain't so, Joe. I have enjoyed this story and your writing immensely.

    I hope that at some point we may be treated once again to future stories about the good folks of Eaton County and Capiche.

  6. i like stories with happy endings and good guy wins.

  7. I was very glad to see a happy ending for Thibodeaux.

    1. Me too.

      For the most part I don't plot out a grand story arc and then write to the arc.

      Thibodeaux came in as a bit-character and got more air time because he was interesting and clearly an odd-ball in the Ann Arbor constellation.

      It was quite late in the story that I realized that I had created two "Milo"s. One met Nyssa and settled in Capiche. The other was trapped behind enemy lines.

      One of the endearing things about Thibodeaux is that he could be any one of us: Dog-paddling for all we are worth. Changing our direction on those rare occasions when the waves of the storm lift us high enough that we can sight the shore. Day-by-day we do our best and pray that we come to a good ending.

  8. This saga was very enjoyable to read, with so many characters to flesh out in a vast universe. Each one could have their own story written about them. Great job, and thank you!

  9. I've enjoyed your writing immensely. Copyright it! Quickly. And publish! you'll get sales.

  10. Great writing, thoroughly enjoyed them. Bought the book! Thank you!

  11. Excellent work!
    I'm eagerly awaiting more, as the muse strikes you of course.


  12. Thank you, I always enjoy your fiction.

  13. Dittos to all the above. I've greatly enjoyed reading your stories.

  14. I have very much enjoyed this saga. Thank you for sharing your writings with us. Online fiction is woefully underappreciated, so I second the suggestion that you copyright the story and maybe find a publisher. Some of the most entertaining fiction I've read in recent years started online(Deep Winter, The Consultant, Lights Out, Indivisible, Nightcrawler). Again, thanks.

    Stay safe, stay away from crowds.

    1. Edit: My apologies, I was unaware that you had already published. Purchased now, weekend reading.
      Stay safe

    2. No worries. Glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for buying the book.

  15. Throughly enjoyed all 3 series (you owe me a nights sleep for publishing on Amazon, re-read it in one sitting).

    My AO is more concerned with supply chain issues and utilities than the Golden Hoard.

    Please write more when the muse moves and as always stay away from crowds.

    1. I am delighted that you enjoyed it!

      The good thing, for me, is that up-North, missing a night of sleep in the summer isn't as many hours on my tab as it is in the winter or down-south.

      There is absolutely no substitute for an intelligent assessment of your own, personal area-of-operation. I commend you for expending the effort!


      PS: I will consider it a great favor if you write a review on Amazon. I am up to three reviews. In my mind, the best review includes enough information so potential readers can make a well-informed decision "Will I enjoy this book? Is it for me?"