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talk about it some more in the morning when there was a blinding pain and he woke up on the floor. Old Man Tucker listened then checked the back door. It was unlocked. He stepped outside with Mrs. Driscol, luckily the crazies were gone. Unfortunately so was the Driscol’s SUV. He came back in and went to the living room and on to the den, he wasn’t gone long. He came back in, one of those big Russian rifles in his hands, the one with the scope on it.
    “They stole just about everything that we had set out; pistols, rifles, ammunition. Everything.”
    He was putting bullets into the rifle one at a time. They looked long and deadly compared to the .22s that Billy and I had.
    “We still have ours Mr. Tucker.” Billy said holding up the STG. 
    Mr. Tucker looked at him and said “Good job son, keep them close.”
    Mom looked at Old Man Tucker and said “what are you going to do?”
    Old Man Tucker slammed the bolt home and said “I’m going to hunt him down and kill him.”
    Mom said that he couldn’t do that, Mrs. Driscol said that he wasn’t judge, jury, or executioner. Elaine sat at the table and held her head in her hands. Lucy was helping Mr. Caulfield and Billy pulled on my sleeve and we went into the living room.
    “Old Man Tucker is right” Billy said in a hushed whisper. “Mr. Franks shouldn’t have done what he did.”
    I looked at him and shook my head
    “I don’t know Billy, maybe there was some other reason?”
    “Like what?” Billy snapped back.
    At that moment Old Man Tucker came through the living room and went into the den, Mom and Mrs. Driscol following behind him trying to talk him out of doing what he said he was going to do. When they came out he was wearing a shoulder holster with a revolver in it and another holster on his belt. They were two of those old colts he seemed to love, the DA-41s. 
    We all gathered back in the kitchen and Old Man Tucker finally stopped and said his piece.
    “The Franks attacked Mr. Caulfield, they could have killed him, they left the door unlocked and all of us could have been killed. They stole the best firearms I had, the rest of them in there are guns, sure, but they are antiques for the most part. I don’t have enough ammunition for them. We need those guns back; the Franks didn’t give a damn about any of us, and I don’t give a damn about them so I guess that’s fair, but he put us all at risk. Me, you, the kids, all of us could have died, we still might if we don’t get the guns back. I am going to find him. I’m going to find him and I’m going to kill him.”
    He paused for a moment then spoke again
    “Mrs. Williams please understand, I have to do this, now where are the keys to your van?”
    Mom looked very upset but Mrs. Driscol nodded to her so she dug in her pocket and handed them to Old Man Tucker. About then Lucy and Mr. Caulfield came in from the living room. Mr. Caulfield had a double barrel shotgun over his shoulder and a pistol in his hand.
    “Mr. Tucker, I want to help, but what is this?” He held the gun up for Old Man Tucker to see.
    “It’s a Russian Nagant revolver and it’s a 7 shooter.”
    Mr. Caulfield held it up and looked at it and said quietly
    “Well, I’ll be.”
    Mrs. Driscol and Mom were talking quietly and finally Mrs. Driscol said
    “Well, if you two are going we all are going.”
    She seemed rather certain of that but Old Man Tucker seemed a little ticked off by the suggestion. 
    “I can move quicker alone, it would be better if you stayed here, the boys can watch things can’t you fellas?”
    He looked over at Billy and me, the armory guards with rifles and revolvers. We both chimed up that we could and that he could count on us. But mom was adamant.
    “No, no, no. Your house, your rules; my van, my rules.”
    That was something that Old Man Tucker couldn’t argue with so he just threw up his hands and said
    “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    “I wouldn’t think of it” Mom said, “now