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Kaitlyn, Grace, and Dos were behind me, sitting calmly at the picnic table nestled near the west and south walls, and well below the wall around the patio. A burst flew over my head and hit high on the south wall of the house, burrowing harmlessly into the adobe.
"Dad, that came from someone crawling up the rocks on this side of the creek. He's getting close to the road!" Grace informed me.
I ignored the shooter because he couldn't hit us from that angle with the wall between us, and I knew he had to cross an open area once he cleared the rocks. I'd have a good shot then.
The other target raised his head above the top of the bank and fired a burst that hit the SW wall of the house; his head exploded, and he and his rifle fell back into the arroyo.
I swung the rifle to the climber.
He didn't like the open space, or maybe he didn't like the odds, because he hesitated with his right hand on top of the rock he was behind. I guess he decided to try, because his arm snaked over the top, his hand grasped the edge, and he lunged for the ledge he had to cross. The bullet caught him in the chest before he made it, and he tumbled backward onto the rocks.
"Any moving heat signatures?" I asked.
"No, Rob," Kaitlyn assured me. "Some are gone, and some are fading, but none are moving."
"Okay, give me the controls and let me bring it back and get it stowed away." She handed me the controls and asked what they should do now.
"Great job, everyone; I think the danger has been mitigated for the time being, but let's remain careful anyway; crouch down and go back in the house. Get your stuff together while I put the drone away. I'll grab my go bag, we'll get in the Jeep, and go meet Saguaro at Study Butte. We have a long drive ahead of us before we get to the Mountain Lair."
- COMMENTS
Anonymous9 months agoYou should go to work for Disney, writing fairytales like this one where the MC is a the greatest guy in the world wealthy and magnanimous, but can't keep his wife happy. All the while you inerlace woke political positions that are obviously fraudulent in there assertions. What I find even more puzzling is that you debate with the critics who comment on the story. Dude it's your work and it is just a story who cares about the criticism from people reading your work for free. Some will like others will not. My opinion is it that it could be better without the preaching and maybe more believable if the MC actually had some flaws, and wasn't the perfect husband totally and irrationally wronged by his wife family and business partners.
Anonymous12 months agoAny story must provide the reader be able to believe, or at least accept, the story plot and behavior of the characters. This story has, for me, a very serious, thought not yet fatal, flaw, namely his ex wife. NO one who went through the emotional agony of cold betrayal, such he did, would ever be able to accept he presence with such equanimity. Given he wanted to kill her on sight, the thing saving her were the kid, makes any silly rapprochement totally unbelievable. The woman is a narcissistic sociopath who meal ticket dried up so she returns to door number one to be taken care of...USING the children as her entry pass.
The second issue for me is his apparent "couldn't care less about border security.
I wonder how he feels about the INVASION [100,000 and climbing] of our country. The cartels are shipping in Fentanyl by the ton- for anyone's info the Fentanyl is manufactured in China and sold to the Cartels-resulting 150,000 deaths annually.Thats 411 deaths a day..FAR WORSE than any "mass shooting" All because the Dems opened the border. Let's not fail to mention the hundreds of young girls sent north by the cartels and sold into prostitution.
These two large issues aside I'm liking the story and chracters.
