Chapter 8

Red, Shane, and Nathen enter the main cabin, where everyone except Richard had congregated.  Red walked over to the sliding glass door that opened to the deck outside. Slowly and quietly, Red opened the door, and Richard emerged.  Red clears his throat and starts. It’s a quarter to 6 now, and the sun should be set within the next hour.  Red looks around, seeing a coffee table across the room. He crosses the room, grabs the table, pulls it to the middle of the room, removes the map out of his backpack, spreads it out, and points to the dry storage lot on the map. He says, we are here, and we need to be here in the upper parking lot.  Red seeing little colorful stones around the cabin, grabbing them, he places a few in the parking lot.  We are parked here, and the exit of the parking lot is here. Taking the two vehicles, we agreed on. We will need to disable any vehicle being left behind to give us the best chances to escape.  Red moved his finger around the map.  We are here, and we need to get to the other side. We will stop on that side of the lake.  There is a small water inlay that is actually pretty deep here, points Red. We have to stop so Doc can heal.

The inlay is at the lake’s highest point, with trees and cover, so we will be well hidden while Doc does her thing.  Umm, says Jase, how long will that take?  As long as it takes, said Red looking back down at his map.  Once DDoc’sfinished, we will be going off-roading about 2 miles over the mountain and through the reservation here points Red.  Any questions asked, Red?  Red looks around. Awesome, we leave in 10 minutes as long as it’s still clear, so go to the head, grab a few supplies, pass the joint, and let’s get her done!

As everyone left the main cabin to collect the few items they needed, red putting his hand over DDoc’squietly asks, you good.  Doc nods her head wearily, her eyes heavy, her voice shakes II’mgood she repeats.  Red rubs Doc’shand, Shane will get you to the gate, and I will take over there.  With her eyes closed, Doc nods her head, Shane to the gate and then you to the parking lot, she repeats.  Red sat on the love seat next to Doc, with her resting her head on his chest.  We will be okay said Doc; we will be okay.

Ten minutes had passed, and Don and Beth were the last 2 to return to the main cabin with a couple of cloth bags.  Beth hobbling to the bar, she started going through the bottles finding flavored vodka shot bottles that she quickly dropped into her bag and looked up as everyone was looking on.  What? Asked Beth, you never know, she said matter a factly, I’m just thinking ahead. She snickered.  For what? Said Don.  Medicinal reasons, said Beth, it’s excellent anesthesia if anyone else gets hurt, or barter if we need it. As Red said earlier, we have no idea what we are going to stumble onto.  The room became quiet, and still, you could have heard a pin drop when Don spoke up.  No shit, baby, I love that you are a functioning alcoholic said Don as he walked over to the bar.  One by one, they all found small bottles of alcohol, over-the-counter pain medications, hard candy, and miscellaneous items that could be used for trading.

One by one, they crawled out from under the boat cover and over the swim deck and out.   Richard remained on the main deck to keep an eye on the group through the gate where Shane would be waiting and keeping guard for him.  Shane waited for Richard just inside the gate to the dry storage lot as the rest of the group made their way to the top of the hill.  Red carrying Doc over his shoulder at this point led the group to a small grouping of trees just across from the top parking area.

The sun had started setting, leaving streaks of gold, red, pink, purple, and gold across the sky.  The group left the dry lot a little earlier than they were initially expected to.  Hoping they would be able to see where they were going as not to have anyone else injured.  Red kept a watch for Richard and Shane; using binoculars, he watched the main gate as Shane and Richard slipped out and around the wall, when Red saw lights, bright lights dancing up the hill about a mile below dry storage.  Come on; guys get a move on it, Red muttered to himself, peering through the binoculars.  Richard and Shane just turned the corner of the wall when a razor flew through the main gate like a bat out of hell.  Red watched as the headlights danced around the Dry storage lot.  Red checking on Richard and Shane periodically muttering, move it, guys, move it!

Shane was the first to reach the group of trees with Richard just behind him.  Red, still glued to the eyepieces, watched as the lights continued to dance, back and forth, up and down, speeding up around the corners.  What the hell whispered Don, is that our people?  Red looking back, answers, No, I don’t know who the hell that is, but they sure are tearing it up out there.  Yes, murdered Red still looking through the binoculars.  Did Shane and Richard make it to the gate? Asked Don?  Yeah, they are almost to the tree line said Red.  The lights stopped dancing around the small buildings, they were quiet and still, and the occupant or occupants’ red couldn’t quite tell.  Good job, guys whispered Red as they disappeared into the trees.

Red and Don watched the side-by-side. Did the driver get out yet, Don asked?  I don’t think so, replied Red, but I’m not getting a clear view.  Red trying to get a better view, makes his way to the top deck, hoping to get a better view and see what’s going on over there.  With Don behind him, Red started scanning the area in front of the side by side. The headlights are making it hard to see, said Red. I’m going to have to go check it out.  What, you’re going to what stuttered Don?  Here said Red handing Don the binoculars, says cover me I’ll be right back, and without warning, Red disappears down the stairs and under the boat cover.  Cover me, muttered Don. What the hell am I going to do if he gets caught? The group will kill me.

Red is ducking behind boat after boat making his way towards the lights when he sees the driver exit the side-by-side.  Jr whispered, Red, what are you up to?  Jr made his way to the side door of building B; he unlocked the door and turned back to the side by side.  Red watching Jr gets something from the passenger side of the side by side and heading back towards the building.  Red suddenly gasps. It wasn’t something but someone.  Jr re-emerged from behind the side by side with this smaller figure beside him.  He couldn’t tell if they were male or female.  It had what looked like jeans, a t-shirt stained with what Red could only assume was blood, tennis shoes, and a box where the head would be.  It was a homemade iron box like the one Art was making. Okay, so you all come up here whispered Red as he maneuvered his way across from the open door.  The room was small, like a supply closet. Red had missed this door earlier, and now, peering into the room, he knew he needed to get his group out of there ASAP.

Red, having made it back to the boat, grabs Doc and looks at the group. We gotta go. We have overstayed our welcome said Red.  Red stables Doc on her feet and says, we go together now.  Don looking intensely at Red. What the hell scared Red thought Don falling in line watching each of them disappear under the boat cover.  Red fastens the cover, handing Don the tree branches.  Don, I need to have you at the rear of the group, whispers Red use these branches to erase our footsteps.  As they all make their way towards the gate, they hear a blood-curdling scream coming from the back of the lot in what Red could only imagine what was going on.  Red turned to the group and waved to get a move on it.  Weaving around the parked boats, they make it to the gate.

They stop at the gate and scan the area for anyone else or side-by-side that could sneak upon them.   Red, holding up one hand silently, giving everyone instructions.  Without a second thought, they all filed through the gate, with Don taking up the rear, still erasing their footprints.  On this side of the dry storage, there wasn’t much for the group to take cover behind if anyone showed up, so Red took a longer way to the tree line.  Following the wall to the back of the dry storage lot, they heard another scream followed by banging and the sound of some power tools, a women’s voice begging for things to stop. Jr cursed at her when Kevin tripped over something hard just in front of him, landing face-first in something gooey, cold, sticky, and smelly. Oh, boy, was it stinky.  Red sees this play out let’s go of Doc and drops down next to Kevin, holding his hand over his mouth silencing them.  Red holds Kevin there for a second so he can regain control and quietly get back up.  Red motioning to Kevin to look at him and not break eye contact.  Red helps him up, and in a swift movement as if they were dancing, Red pulls Richard to his feet and around the back of the wall.  Tammy was still holding Doc up when Red returned to her side, and they all disappeared behind the wall when they heard the side-by-side startup.  The lights beamed over the back wall. Red looks at Kevin.  They were all watching the lights when Red hands Kevin a shirt from his backpack.  Put this on, Kevin whispered. Red, don’t look down, just drop the shirt, and we leave.  Following Red’s instructions, Kevin pulls off his t-shirt, drops it, and pulls the shirt over his head. They all head up the hill, disappearing in the tree line one by one.

The group caught up to Shane and Richard, who were sitting against a couple of trees, watching as the lights continued to dance around the dry lot.  Holy Shit said, Shane. You have no idea how happy I am that we are all up here.  I don’t know what he’s doing, but he is pulling around to the side of the dry storage wall.  Holy fuck whispered Beth. He’s right there. We were just there, does he know, do you think he suspects asks Beth stammering for words? I doubt it said Don I erased our footprints.  What the hell is that? Said Tammy, a little louder than she expected it was going to be.  They all turned and quietly watched as Jr pulled a body from the bed of the side-by-side.  Is that, no way it can’t be said, Tom?

Everyone looked at Tom in anticipation of what he was going to say next.  That my friend is having a bad day, said Tom, and that’s an iron maiden.  Art had been making iron maidens and using them on the other people on the lake, well, at least whoever is still here.  Tom walked over to Red and said, we need to get out of here fast.  Several years ago, in the year 2021, when the whole insurrection happened, there were ritual killings, he used homemade iron maidens to torture his victims.  He was as sadistic as they come. Okay, said Red, Tom, Shane, and I are going to scout up to the trucks. We will be a little while, and then we will all get the hell out of dodge.  Sounds like a plan, said Red as they disappeared, leaving the rest of the group to wait. They made themselves comfortable and waited for the guys to return.

Red, Shane, and Tom made their way over the small hill that overlooked the parking lot. As they scanned the lot, he noticed eight vehicles.  Two trucks were in front of the lot, and it would provide cover for us to get through, said Shane.  Red, nodding, agreed, but we need to get to the lot on the top of the hill.  Looking around, Red notices a dirt path.  Motioning to Shane and Tom, they started up the dirt path.  If this goes all the way around this, maybe our best escape route said Red, but we need to scout the area and ensure there isn’t someone staying in the parking lot.

Shane, Tom, and Red follow the dirt path, past the lower parking lot, until they see a T in the path.   The upper parking lot should be that way, said Tom.  Agreed said Red as they turned to the right and towards the upper lot.    As the hill disappeared under their feet, they saw the upper lot.  It was quiet, dark, and it looked to only have four vehicles, one being Red’s and Doc’struck, but one was a lake patrol or park ranger truck.  Red whispering to Shane and Tom, first we need to check that truck and make sure it’s empty.  Then we check the bathrooms and the other vehicles.  We are also going to have to disable the vehicles we aren’t going to use, just to be sure they can’t chase us down.  Any questions?  Yeah, said Shane, what do we do if there is someone in the truck?  Well, one of us will head back to the group and have them bunker down while we keep a watch out.  When it’s safe, one of the other two will get the group and catch up. Okay, follow me said Red as they slowly made their way to the ranger’s truck.

Shane, Tom, and Red duck behind a tree about 20 feet from the ranger’s truck.  Without, a word Red holds his hand up and points in the direction of the truck.  Tom was instructed to put his hand on SShane’sshoulder and Shane would put his hand on RRed’sshoulder, and they make their way to the truck.  The truck was quiet, and still, no lights were beaming through the windows.  Red made it to the passenger side of the truck.  They were standing with their backs against the bed of the truck, slowly creeping their way to the passenger window, and Red peeked in.  Red gasps quietly, staring through the window.  This made Tom and Shane release one another and peer through the window.

All three of them couldn’t believe their eyes.  There was blood splatter all over the inside of this truck, along with what we could only assume to be one of the rangers laying across the bench seat in nothing but his whitey tidies and undershirt.  “Oh, fuck exclaimed Shan. Is he still alive?” ”  do you see the amount of blood spray? I’m pretty sure that all this blood should be on the inside of his body, so no, I’m pretty sure he said.  Said Red. Okay, let’s check the other vehicles and get back to the group.    The first truck they came to was NatNathen’sburban.  Looking through a window, they determined it had been sitting here since Nathen parked it, and it didn’t appear to be tampered with.  The third vehicle was a Ford truck black-on-black beautiful truck that was only a couple of years old.  The fourth truck was RedRed’sodge Dooly. As they approach, they notice something on the front of the boat trailer.   A small box wrapped in only funny pages from the Sunday paper and twine.  Red looking around and scanning the darkness, picks up the box and gently shakes it.  Clank, clank, it sounds like something metal like keys or something, said Red as he checked the box for any unsealed sides or corners.  Pretty strange this was left here, and no one messed with it, said Tom.  Agreed said Red, fumbling with the twine.  Hey, your stone is glowing said Shane excitedly.  Red looked down at his shirt. We got to go said Red as he shoved the box into his jacket pocket.  Red, Shane, and Tom started to make their way to the bathhouse.  It was a small building. The guy’s bathroom was on one side and the women’s on the other.

First, the girl’s bathroom said Red.  They quietly open the door; everything is still and calm.  Red clearing each stall notices something written on the stall door and chuckles.  For a good time, call Lora at 555-2121.  Another was Becky was here! And Shit or get off the pot.  Brings back memories chuckled Red as he shook his head. Okay, this one is cleared now for the men’s bathroom.  Red headed towards the door as they took their positions.  Out and around the corner to the men’s bathroom.  Red cracks the door a little and peers through the crack.  They wait a couple of seconds, and Red pushes the door in, and they enter.  They cleared each stall quickly and quietly as to wake the dead.

Tom, Shane, and Red took a minute to use the facilities and get cleaned up a bit. Okay, we have five minutes, and that’s all said Red as he headed into the last stall.  Tom, already in a stall, whispers 10/4 good buddy with a soft chuckle.  Shane takes to the sink to clean as much of the smell as he could.  OMG, this is amazing. It feels so good said Shane softly when Tom speaks up from inside the stall. I’m asking, so don’t, but if you need a few minutes alone with your thoughts, we can give you a minute, chuckled Tom.  Get your mind out the gutter said, Shane. The water is hot and feels so good on the hands and face I wish I could make myself small and crawl into it moaned Shane as they all quietly giggled.

Tom, Shane, and Red finished within five minutes, and again they took their positions in line, holding each other’s shoulders.  Red peaks through the door and not seeing anything open the and are face to face with an older man in his 60 to 70 years old, bald, thin, stood about six feet tall and looked like he’s seen better days.  As Red stares into his eyes, the man quietly pushes them back into the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed, and they all stood there for a minute quietly watching when the man said Hi, my name is Jack and holding out his hand.  Hi, said Red holding a hand out to shake with Jack. My name is Red, and this is Tom and Shane.  Nice to meet you said, Jack.  Nice to meet you as well, said Red, but who the hell are you?    Are you here alone or are you with the people and the marina?  Jack was looking back and forth between the guys I’mI’mone.  I came out to do a little fishing. I got here shortly after 3 am Saturday morning, I launched my boat, tied it up to the dock, and parked my truck, and by the time I parked my truck, I was getting out, I heard a blood-curdling scream.  The ranger was stripped down and massacred, and I mean, it was a very slow and painful killing.  So, I ducked down in my truck, I actually crawled into the back of the SUV, so they wouldn’t notice me if they checked.  I fell asleep in the truck until the sunrise, and by that time, the world fell apart, Jack solemnly said, looking down.  I heard the announcement repeating on the lake, so I checked radio stations. Most of them were dead air, but there was one that said this was a terrorist attack and stay put until further notice, so I bunkered down in my truck.  Have you been here in the parking lot this whole time? Asked Red.  Yes, said Jack, I pretty much have run of the parking lot. They haven’t been back up here since the killing.  Why have you stayed here? Asked Red.  Honestly, safety in numbers, and I don’t have numbers, replied Jack.  Makes sense said Red.  What are your plans, Jack? Red said as he scanned the parking lot.  Not much, and I really don’t want to stay here alone, said Jack. There’s more of you. I won’t be in your way if you let me tag along.  Red turned to Shane and Tom, and without a word, the two men quietly turned and started to clear the parking lot.

Red and Jack quietly collaborated, and Red followed him to his truck as he pointed out and explained what he saw the day of his arrival. Jack’s Tahoe was sitting at the top of the hill across from Red’Red’ste Dodge truck.  Jack opened the back doors to reveal a makeshift bed that Jack had obviously been using, a small ice chest, a cloth bag with dry goods, a small garbage bag, and a gallon jug with what Red could only assume was his pee bottle.  Red walked around to the truck’s passenger side and opened the door, carefully inspecting the front and back seats.  There were more food wrappers, empty soda and water containers, a small bag with clothes peeking through the open zipper, a few books and a map, one of those foldup maps that can never be folded the same again, and a few medicine bottles were thrown about.  Looks like you had a nice little hiding spot here said Red.  Yes, however, this isn’t the best part, said Jack as he started walking, motioning Red to follow.  I have an advantage here, one that has helped keep me alive, said Jack.  Curiously Red looked around, seeing Shane and Tom approaching from the far side of the parking lot.  Red followed Jack as he got more and more excited like a child showing off his favorite toys.  Shane approached Red on one side and Tom on the other. Clearing his throat, Shane looked at Red and quietly motioned that something didn’t feel right.  Red agreed as he turned to follow Jack once again.  The four of them approached the railing on the edge of the parking lot.  Red looking out over the lake, turned to Jack, okay said Red, I saw this when we arrived.  Jack quickly interrupted, no, not here; there Jack pointed at something just below the guard rail.  Red, shaking his head in confusion, said again, okay.  Just then, Jack leaped over the railing, motioning to the others to follow. He started walking while periodically looking back at the other men.  Red jumped over the railing with Shane following close behind and motioned for Tom to hang back and keep an eye out.

By this time, it was fully dark, probably close to 7 or 730pm and Doc, who had been leaned up against a tree, jumped, her arms flailing, legs kicking, a low muttered NO, NO! as she jerked awake startling Tammy, who hadn’t left her side.  Are you okay? Asked Tammy as she handed Doc a bottle of water.  Yes, where’s he? Doc asked in a panic. Monster Called Doc.  It’s okay, Tammy started. No, No, it’s not something wrong.  What’s wrong? Asked Tammy. I’m  I’mure I feel something like never before, and I’m not sure if it’s good or bad, said Doc as a tear rolled down her face.  I’ve felt this explained, Doc.  Tammy helped Doc to her feet.  Doc looked around; we need to get closer to the parking lot.  Nathen on one side and Tammy on the other help Doc to the little hill that overlooked the parking lot with their group in tow and their road to safety when Doc saw movement by the railing. Tom whispered Doc.  They stood there in the dark silently watching, when Andy noticed lights dancing behind them.  Two or three side by sides were dancing in the dry storage lot behind them.  We have to get off this lake for Fucks Sake said Andy, and now!  Agreeing, Doc moved the group towards the Rangers Truck.  Wait, said Nathen. Let me scout the ranger’s truck and find Red and Shane take cover behind the hedges. I’ll be back. He said as he disappeared into the darkness.  Tammy gave a little chuckle and looked at Doc. I just remembered the rules to survive a horror flick. Doc snickers a little. Yep, that sounds about right.

Jack was bobbing and weaving through the brush with Red close behind. We’re all there said Jack pointing it’s just over there.  Jack moving some brush around, uncovered a cave of sorts.  Here, over here, said Jack as he climbed a latter that took the two of them into what reminded Red of a hunting blind.  Tom situated everything and started moving branches and debris out of the way, revealing a perfect lookout.  Red looked around in amazement. He could see the docks, the ranger station, most of the trails, dry storage, and the headlights of the side by sides moving almost rhythmically below them.  Jack hesitantly, I saw you guys, your group, moving along the shoreline in the boat. I saw you sink the boat, which was pretty fucking genius if I do say so myself.  I even saw one someone enter the boathouse and three leave. I saw the canoe disappear into the fog and the lights shining from the windows of the boathouse.  I saw all of you head into the dry storage lot where impressively, your group was never seen even with the crazies coming and goings, but I didn’t over here until I saw you at the ranger’s station. Honestly, I was afraid to reveal myself. You never know if someone is good or bad.

I stay away from the ranger’s truck together. It makes my skin crawl and freaks me out.  I wanted to help him, but there was only one of 5 of them and me and me, and they are crazy, believe me, said Jack.  Wait, what five of them? Repeated Red.  Yes, five, four guys and a girl, and let me tell you what, I would be more afraid of her than I am of them.  She had no remorse, no care, no fucks given, pure evil! said Jack.  However, the best part of this is we can see all the way around us, but they can’t see us, and I’ve tested the theory, but they haven’t been up here since they did what they did to that range, dude.

Okay, said Red scanning the area, let’s get up to the lot and get the fuck out of here!   Red looked at Shane. You know what vehicles we plan on taking.   Shane nods his head quietly.  Cool, disable what we plan on leaving behind instructed Red, and then meet us by the railing.  Shane turned and disappeared into the darkness.   Jack fidgeting with a tree branch, looks at Red. Do you mind if I tag along, hesitantly asked Jack? This lake is getting more dangerous by the day.  I don’t make that decision said Red, but I can take you to the group and go from there.  Decisions are made by all of us as long as Doc approves.  Yes, yes, that would be awesome, said Jack. Okay, said Red, let’s get the group up to the parking lot and get the fuck out of dodge.  The rest of the group said Jack looking stunned, yes, we have a group of good people trying to get to safety, and we all decide our fate together.  With safety in numbers, we might just live through this, said Jack.  Something like that said Red something like that.

Jack and Red made it back up to the parking lot where Shane was anxiously waiting. Don’t go, whispered Shane, but the group is already here. They are just beyond the Rangers truck, waiting for directions.  Damn it, Doc! Whispered Red. Does she always have to be a daredevil?  Shane snickered at the comment and turned towards the truck.

The group gathered just outside the parking lot. Okay, said Red first, this is Jack.  He has been surviving up here in the parking lot, so welcome.  The group will have a few questions for you just to put everyone’s mind at ease, said Red. Jack nodded as he looked at the group.  Shane, do you remember what we talked about?  Shane lifts a thumb and nods his head. Okay, we have the two trucks ready to go. The other vehicles have been disabled so that we will move quickly to that white Dodge dooly, and that brown Tahoe said Red as he pointed towards the back of the parking lot.

The lights dancing below them are behind dry storage, said Nathen, and it looks like they are headed this way!  Doc slowly tries to stand. We leave now said Red. Our window is quickly closing.  Without missing a beat Red swiftly and quietly head towards the Rangers truck, don’t get separated reminded Red, and keep it tight.  The group strategically made their way across the parking lot, stopping to hide behind each vehicle so as not to be seen.  The lights danced across the hill and into the sky as they quickly approached.  I thought you said they don’t come down there, said Shane.  No, said Jack. I said they hadn’t been here, not they don’t come here.  Sdon’tshaking his head, semantics Jack semantics.   The truck and Tahoe were sitting at the back of the lot, and the group had loaded into the vehicles when the lights came crashing down on the parking lot.  The groups now in the vehicles of their choice took cover as close to the floorboards as possible.  Red occasionally peeking through the driver’s windows.  Did you disable the ranger’s ranger’s truck Red asked as he looked over at Shane?

The blood drained from Shane’s face. I didn’t. They wouldn’t try to use it to go after us in a truck looking like that.  Reasonable people wouldn’t, crazy sons of a bitches, I don’t know said Red I don’t know.  Side-by-sides playfully racing around the parking lot, weaving in and out of the vehicles, hooting and hollering as they came to a stop.  The woman was the first to the truck looking in through the driver’s side window, pretty fucking gross, she said as she opened the driver’s door.  Stepping back and choking on the stench, this one is fucking ripe, she said, letting out a squeal of happiness as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands.   Did you check the door first? cried Art.  Yes, Mr. bossy pants, the string hadn’t moved. Who the fuck would even want to open this door anyway.  Well, someone other than us, of course, she said happily, bouncing up and down.  For fucks sakes guys, said JR, let’s go! They looked around as if taking inventory.  Fuck it, let’s go, let’s I’ll race you back, said Art as they jumped back into their side-by-sides, and away they went.  First, round the parking lot for what seemed like forever, racing in and out of the vehicles as if playing a fast game of chicken before taking off as fast as they could down the hill and back into dry storage.

That was close, said Red as he sat up looking around the truck before locking eyes with Doc. We’re safe now said Doc lets go.  Red looked at Doc with concern growing in his eyes.  You good Doc asked Red.  Good replied Doc, good, but I need to heel whispered Doc as she slowly faded into the seat between Red and Nathen.  Heal, okay, we can do this.  Red and Don stood in front of the trucks with a map and a small red light flashlight.  Red instructed Don on where they needed to be.  Doc needs healing time and water, and sadly this is the only place for miles that can help heal her.  We are going to take this road, Amo road, around to the back of the lake, Red said, pointing at the map.  Once we get here, we will have to walk about a half mile in order to make it to the hot spring. There’s a hot spring here? Asked Don.  Yes, it’s not well known and mostly Indian used, so we will be safe there until morning when we’ll leave during the early morning. It’s safer during the early morning hours when the fog is thickest and the lights from the vehicles can’t be seen well. Sounds good, said Don, as the two shook hands and remember Don No headlights, lights can be seen for miles around here, so we drive by moonlight.  I will lead said Red.  They looked around one last time, locating the dancing lights from the side-by-sides.

The two trucks slowly made their way out of the parking lot. Looking in both directions, Red pulls out onto Amo Road with Don closely behind.  It was about 9 pm and completely dark. The only light to guide their way was an almost full moon.  The vehicles made their way down a windy road, over two bridges, and through the desert before reaching an unnamed gate with a simple sign attached reading.  This is a private frontage road. Do Not enter without prior authorization.  Red, exiting the truck, tells Shane.  I need to piss wait here.  Shane leaning in through the opened truck window, reaches in and gently brushes Doc’s hair aDoc’srom her face and asks How’s it hanHow’s   Doc opens an eye and cheerfully says “hanging” and smiles  Red making it back to the truck looks at Shane.  Can you close these gates once we are thorough, and we need to brush away any tracks we’ve made?  No problem, said Shane as he headed for the fence, picking up a couple of branches on his way.  Shane opens the gate, waits while the trucks drive through, then closes the gate and sweep away the tracks within 100 feet of the fence. He then sticks the branches in a nearby tree to help conceal them.  Shane then gets into the truck, and off they go towards the hot spring.


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