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The fact that the government encouraged people to stick their noses in their neighbors business wasn't anything new, nor was it something anyone wise would ignore. Back in the Bush years, it was part of the national "vigilance" in the wake of 9-11. The Obama years had shifted focus from religious extremism to domestic issues, still in the name of terrorism. Alot of hunting guides and weekend

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I just put up a post that I was literally interrupted in the middle of writing - about two weeks ago. As in the rest of the "really real world", my little slice of heaven here in the Rockies is going through some turmoil, and as such my workload tripled overnight. Anyway, enough with the excuses, and please accept my sincere apologies.

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We got our first winter storm of the season over the weekend, so I was out on I-70 until 0900 Tuesday. I'm proofing a long post for the second chapter, and it should be up late tonight. Side note - After too much thought and some precious insight, I've decided to publish my first ebook. Although it will not be this story, (yet...), it will be along the same lines. The story is actually something

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He had about 10 miles of unmaintained road before he got back to the state road, which he drove extremely carefully. Any road that wasn't an interstate hadn't seen any upkeep in years, and tearing up suspension parts was usually terminal for the vehicle. It wasn't that you couldn't find parts anymore - it was that you had to be really committed to pay what they cost. The influx of cheap foreign

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Aside from hearing a dog barking from at least a half a mile away, the hike back was uneventful. Aaron stayed off the trails for the most part, instead running parallel to them at about 30 meters. As he approached the parking area, he chose to cut through the woods at a slant and come out on the forest road so that he would end up behind anyone hanging around the small lot. That turned out to be

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After he cleaned out the organ cavity, all that was left was working the carcass down to manageable proportions. Since there was not much to work with, there was no point in hanging it up - within fifteen minutes he was stuffing six bundles of not quite boneless meat into his old ALICE pack. Each bundle was wrapped in surplus dot matrix printer paper he'd found sitting at the curb, still in the

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First and foremost, I 'd like to thank Nova for the plug he gave me on his blog -  American Apocalypse. Most of you who know me have already heard of AA. For those of you who haven't - www.americanapocalypse.blogspot.com Check it out, immediately, if not sooner. Buy the books - Kindle, Smashword or paperback - you will not be disappointed. I'd also like to offer some explanation to my

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Basic training during a near unbreakable Missouri summer heat wave had worked well to prepare him for Iraq. Since combat operations had been declared over, three times over at that point, his stint there was short, and he lucked into catching the tail end of winter at Shok Valley. Assigned to 3rd BCT, 10th Mountain Division, he served 2 full tours in the 'Stan' before returning home to Ready

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As he set about the skinning and gutting process, Aaron let his mind wander back to how he ended up poaching deer in the Jefferson National Forest, as pathetic as that sounded. At least it was bow season.... The pitiful fact was he wouldn't let himself free of the past - keeping it at the forefront of his mind was his own self induced prison. It always went back to Nags Head, a hot August night

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Pulaski County, Southwest Virginia Aaron Schleigher stepped into the clearing, departing the treeline for the near side of a slight rise running across from the south. It was an unseasonably cold morning, perhaps a few degrees above freezing, with the sky a mix of high dark clouds billowing in from the west giving way to a murky sunrise. There was just enough of a streak of orange mixed into the

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There were only a few pictures of the couple from the border ranch, found dispersed amongst several sites that would probably cease to exist in the near future. They looked like typical 2nd or 3rd generation western ranch owners, maybe in their late 50's or early 60's. Definitely parents, probably grandparents. What they did not look like were terrorists. Of course, the definition of "terrorist"

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The news looked as bleak as it ever had - nothing new there. China was still trying to figure how to stabilize itself after the rest of the world couldn't afford their cheap junk anymore. Pakistan was still deep into a three sided civil war, as India was sniffing at Kashmir. Again. Britain was mired in debt, as Wales threatened succession. Bodies were still piling up in Iraq. A new Pope was being

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Mike sat staring at the laptop screen long after his wife had sobbed herself to sleep. How she could do that was beyond him. All he wanted to do was something, but he knew that it wasn't the late hour alone that prevented him from.... what? What was he going to do? They had been responsible and honest all their lives, and where had it gotten them? They had taken their series of licks over the

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Mike fished his house key out of the daypack that he carried literally everywhere and quietly entered his house, as to not wake his sleeping wife. As it turned out, she was awake and staring at her old laptop perched on the coffee table. "Hey, babe," he offered cautiously. "What're you doing up?" Darcy Heath looked up at her husband with a faraway look in her eyes, but said nothing. After a

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The drive home was thankfully uneventful after he crossed the county line near the Eisenhower Tunnel, and he only had one stop for fuel and brackish coffee in Silverthorne. There were a few changes since he had been this way a few years ago. Upon exiting the interstate at Frisco to cut down Highway 9, Mike noticed that all of the side streets leading toward the residential areas to the west had

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Thinking of his wife, Mike pulled out his phone and brought up her contact info. She's going to love this, he thought. She answered on the 3rd ring. "Hey, babe." She sounded a bit harried. "Hey. I got popped by SO outside Idaho Springs. 6 over..." Might as well get that out of the way. "Why are you on 70? Oh, Mike.... how much?" "$340. I'll find a way to make it up. And, there's a fatal or

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Mike got out of his car and paced, trying to come up with an excuse to not light a cigarette, or scream, or both. Smokes had gone to over $8 a pack earlier in the year, finally making them unobtanium for all but the most dedicated smoker, but he still bought a pack every week or so. He'd figured the $40 per month saved wasn't worth the stress of quitting all out. That, and being forced to quit by

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Central Colorado   "I'll need to see a copy of your license, registration, and proof of insurance." The deputy was young, probably barely old enough to buy his end of shift beer. He had been aggressive to make the traffic stop, especially for 6 over the posted 65 mph limit, but now he seemed a bit nervous. Maybe he's feeling ashamed for shaking people down for infractions that wouldn't have

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As this forthcoming work of fiction is being written in the latter half of 2010, most people will always remember this as a time of economic hardship. Some have called it the the "2nd" Great Depression, while others just refer to this as another recession - another bump in the road... With the "official" unemployment rate hovering around 10%, I'm sure that there are more than a few people out

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For years now, I have been enthralled with "end of times" fiction - I think it began with the original publishing of "The Stand", when it was first out. Of course there were many versions of the theme prior to that, and so many since that the niche has become mainstream. I personally read hundreds of stories per year that fall in this category, from books to blogs, short stories to anthologies.

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