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    Nelson wasn’t happy with that at first but soon found this was what his family needed. Nobody knew crap about farming in his family or Michelle’s. Over the last three years, they had learned so much, and Michelle even had a small garden in the backyard. Nellie taught the wives how to can, store food, and cook from scratch. They were only required to come out once a month, but everyone usually went much more than that. Last summer, Gavin had stayed out there, helping Bernard for a few weeks after baseball.
    Thinking of the others, Nelson chuckled. The only other family was the Wolfe family: Matt, who was a cop here in Springfield, and his wife Ashley, who was a dispatcher. They had a four-year-old girl, Brittany, and a six-month-old son, Mike.
    The other addition was Gerald Wallace, who was single. Gerald was one of the few people Nelson was actually afraid of. He was never mean and only kind to everyone, but Nelson could see Gerald could raise nine kinds of hell. Gerald had retired from the Army after serving twenty-five years, and most of those were in the Special Forces. When Nelson was in the army, he went to Ranger school but didn’t serve in a Ranger battalion, but he damn sure knew of the Green Berets.
    Gerald did have a younger sister, who he added as part of his family. Nancy was thirty-two, and Gerald had put her through college, and she majored in computers. She had set up a nice system out on the farm but was the only one who didn’t follow the once-a-month weekend stays at the farm. With all the help Gerald put in out there, nobody could really say much; he spent more time out there than anyone beside Bernard and Nellie.
    Pulling into his driveway, Nelson saw Michelle wasn’t home when he pressed the button to open the garage. After carefully pulling the truck back inside, he closed the door, climbed out, disarmed the alarm, and opened the door to see two Rotts waiting on him. “Back,” he said, walking inside. The dogs had a doggie door beside the sliding glass door, so he headed to the bedroom, taking the compact 1911 and holster off, and pulled out a full-sized tactical 1911 and an outside the waistband holster.
    Feeling better with a bigger gun, he exchanged magazines and headed to the kitchen to grab his keys for the Blazer. “Zeus, come. Hera, stay and wait for Momma,” he said, heading for the door and grabbing a leash. Both dogs were trained in obedience and basic attack, but Zeus was almost two hundred pounds of pure German Rott. Nelson figured just the size of Zeus would make others leave him alone.
    He had no problems so far, but he wasn’t taking chances. He clipped the leash on, opened the door, and rearmed the alarm then closed the door and locked it. Leading Zeus over to the Blazer, he opened the passenger door, and Zeus jumped in. Nelson grinned, seeing the truck move in response to the massive dog.
    Walking to the other side, he climbed in and fired up the Blazer then headed back to work. Pulling back in his parking spot, he reached over and cracked the passenger window several inches then did the same to his. “Stay. Guard,” Nelson said, getting out, and Zeus looked around. “I won’t be long,” he mumbled, walking through the employee entrance.
    Several people were surprised Nelson was back but smiled, seeing him grab a shopping cart. Pushing the cart over to the hunting section, Nelson started grabbing thousand-round boxes of 5.56 and loading them into the cart as Daren walked over. “Dude, you starting a war?” he asked, taking a box from Nelson then putting it in the cart.
    “Have several new guns to try out and a three-gun competition this weekend. When I got home, I realized I needed more ammo,” Nelson said, filling the shopping cart. Seeing another empty cart nearby, he walked over and grabbed it. “Make sure you place an order to replace this tonight, and we should get it by Monday.”
    “Sure, but they’ve been much faster. We should have it tomorrow