state and county that holds firmly with the Second Amendment, and she is between a rock and a hard place. There is nothing wrong with people owning and practicing with firearms, but there is something wrong with people that are planning to use force against law abiding citizens, especially in times of trouble.
“She has support in trying to resolve the situation, but the militia also has some theoretical support, too, in general principle. I don’t doubt that if something would happen, those supporting the militia verbally would quickly change their minds. But that would be too late.”
Bandy sipped the tea for a moment as Bob took his coffee and did the same. Magdalene had taken the chair beside Bandy and she was drinking tea, like Bandy.
A few seconds of silence and then Bandy spoke again. “It could come down to that, I’m afraid. Having to wait for something to happen is very disconcerting, but doing anything to the group now could get us in more trouble than the militia gets in.”
“Exactly as I described,” Magdalene said. Bob sighed again and Magdalene continued. “Which means that people are going to be at much greater risk, over and above any risks that a breakdown would cause, if something does happen.”
“And there are no doubts in my mind that we would be a major target here,” Bob said. He straightened in the chair and put the cup on its saucer. “I will not put my family at great physical risk, even to help Angus. So part of the solution has to be protection for my family and the ranch.
“I had not thought of things in this light much before Angus began bringing up the subject of survival in difficult times, but this ranch would be one of the key facilities to maintain and feed the area population if food can’t be brought in.
“Angus feels the same way about his place. That’s what got him so involved with the militia. At first he was just looking for some information on how to prepare. And then, when the leader of the militia suggested that they, the militia, become the enforcement arm for Angus’ operation, Angus fell for it.
“Slightly, I must say, and quickly realized the dangers. But it was too late. The militia has a foothold in his life now, and knows enough about him and his family to put on the pressure.”
“Really complicates things,” Bandy mused. He thought for a few more moments before asking, “He has a home place, in addition to the business location?”
Bob nodded and Magdalene spoke. “It is a beautiful house on a large, very nice piece of property not too far from here. But it is just pretty much a normal house. I do know he put in a generator and has bought some supplies and such, and made arrangements to build some type of disaster shelter.”
“He’s been holding off on building it,” Bob said, picking up where Magdalene left off, “ever since the militia leader started making demands on how it was to be built. Angus was really Gung Ho initially, once he got the survivalist bug, to get something done, since he thinks things are going bad quickly. But now he doesn’t want to make it easy for the militia to take it over.”
“I see. So the militia wants something suited to a raiding lifestyle, while Angus and you and your family want something to protect yourselves, but to also allow you to help the community in times of need. That pretty close?” Bandy asked.
Bob looked rather surprised, after thinking about it, but Magdalene had immediately said, “Yes.”
“I suppose that is what I would like to see. I thought Angus was drifting a little off the deep end at first, but I’m seeing what he was talking about happening, and the very presence of the militia is a sure sign that things would be dangerous, even in an otherwise difficult but more or less benign event.”
All three looked over when Ana-Bella walked into the room. She looked at Bandy and said, “You came! Thank
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