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said, a faraway look in her eye.
    “Can’t get George here to settle down, eh,” Trish said, getting an embarrassed look after she said it. “Sorry, that isn’t my business.”
    “It’s not him,” Heidi said. “It’s me. Long story. Maybe someday. We
do
love each other.”
    “Look!” George said, pointing.
    “Crap, that’s a semi-truck,” Terry said. “Lay down and get ready to fire.”
    “Okay,” Trish said, laying down with the rifle in front of her.
    “I’m texting Jerry,” Terry said.
    “Good,” George said. He laid down behind the M107 and took off the front and rear lens caps, then put is eye up to it, his finger on the trigger. Heidi and Terry both got in position with their hunting rifles.

Chapter 4 – Curves and Guardrails
    “Don’t fire yet,” George said, watching the semi-truck slowly coming up the small road, eye above the scope of the M107.
    “Why not?” Heidi asked, eye at her scope.
    “I want them close enough so you guys can hit them,” George said. “Another hundred yards ought to do it.”
    “Okay,” Heidi said.
    “Jerry just texted me back,” Terry said. “He and Jake are at the mortar. Everybody else is in position too.”
    “Tell them to set the mortars for about 350 yards and wait for us to start shooting,” George said.
    Terry looked at his phone, texting with one hand while he kept his other hand on the rifle. “Done.”
    “Just another second,” George said. Everybody got ready, and then he pulled the trigger, the M107 spewing fire out the barrel as the first round raced through. George saw the driver’s head explode in the cab. He fired again and got the passenger, and then opened up on the back of the truck, hitting it with about five rounds in rapid succession. Everybody’s phones buzzed as the short range app picked up the signal.
    “Got some of the lead knocked loose,” Terry said, laughing. He pulled his phone out. “Crap, I see thirty hits.”
    George kept shooting, concentrating on the places where he hit before.
    “So we have 28 to deal with,” Heidi said. “Watch the back of the truck.”
    “Wish we could see it,” Trish said. “Oh, look! Somebody running away from the back, trying to make that stand of trees.”
    “Got him,” Terry said, firing, sending the running man to the ground.
    “There’s another one,” Trish said, as she fired, hitting the man square in the back.
    “Nice shooting, honey,” Terry said. Then a round whizzed by their heads.
    “Watch yourselves,” George shouted. He laid down several more rounds with the .50 call. “Where’s that mortar?”
    Just when he said that, there was a pop, then an explosion, but it was short of the target.
    “Tell them about seventy more yards, a little to the left,” George shouted.
    “Done,” Terry said. There was another pop, and an explosion just past the truck. Several men ran in front of the truck, and they all got hit by Terry, Heidi, and Trish, as George continued to pour fire into the back end of the semi with the big .50 cal.
    “Tell them to come in twenty yards,” George shouted as he fired. Terry took a break from his rifle and sent the text. Then there was another pop, and a big explosion in the parking lot in front of the park.
    “Shit, they have a mortar set up behind that truck!” Heidi cried.
    “Hit them with the mortar again,” George shouted.

    ***

    Kurt and Malcolm were in town, looking at the truck stop. “It’s open,” Kurt said. “Howard’s back?”
    “Maybe,” Malcolm said. “Let’s go by the front and check. We can see the road from the parking spaces there.”
    “Okay,” Kurt said. They pulled into a parking space at the rear side of the building.
    “You go check it out. I’ll stay here and watch the road,” Malcolm said.
    “Yeah,” Kurt said. He left the jeep and rushed around the front of the building, going in the front door. There was a woman at the counter, about 45 years old, in a tight tank top and jeans, tattoos creeping