“Let’s go home girls.” Emma said and hugged Amanda and helped her into the truck. It had happened so fast, but she was glad that Paadi had killed those bastards. She wasn’t sure if it were good that the children saw the killing, but the girls knew at least, that they’d never have to worry about those men again. Hailey’s speaking proved that it was maybe a good thing.
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Brian stood back and wiped the sweat from his face. The two poles were in the ground. He had planted the poles down about two feet. He’d opened a bag of Quikrete and filled the holes. The concrete should set up quickly. He looked over when he heard the truck engine and figured it was BJ, moving his RV. The dogs and Cooper were by the chicken coop and Cooper ran over to stand with Brian.
Brian watched as BJ moved the large fifth wheel expertly and backed it over to where he’d indicated earlier that morning. It was a nice-looking camper. He’d liked to get a look at it. They would have to set up some kind of small wood stove in the thing. That would be tricky, he’d not want to burn the thing down. He’d have to talk to BJ about that, but they could figure it out later. Now, they’d get him settled in his spot.
When he’d first arrived, Brian had wondered how he’d get everything done, that needed getting done by himself. It wouldn’t have been that big of a problem, but he had Cooper to care for and think about. He couldn’t afford to screw that up, the child’s very life depended on him. Then, Emma and her friend came. Two more helping hands and two more defenders of their home. It was nice having other adults around as well. He didn’t feel that tight panic sensation that clung to him daily.
Now, they had BJ. The man seemed to be a good guy. Only time would tell. Brian considered himself a pretty good judge of character and he thought that Emma and Paadi were as well. They’d each agreed, and Brian suspected that if Paadi didn’t agree, they’d know about it quick. He chuckled at the thought. Her accent cracked him up. It was a pleasure listening to her. He walked over to the large RV, Cooper in his arms.
BJ jumped out of the truck, grinning.
“Watch this.” He grinned and pushed a button. The RV began to extend arms from below and Brian watched as the camper began to right itself, self-leveling.
“Self-leveling. I also have three bump outs.” BJ announced and pushed another button and the sides of the RV began to expand outward.
“Wow, nice man, really nice. You mind if I come in and take a look?” Brian asked, his eyes crinkled in excitement, he put Cooper down and the boy jumped up and down in excitement, his mouth open in awe.
“Oh cool!” The child cried excitedly, hopping up and down beside Brian, like a flea.
“Sure, let me give you the nickel tour.” BJ laughed and ruffled Cooper’s thatch of blond hair.
Brian picked Cooper back up and stepped up into the RV. He was surprised at how spacious it was. Though the space was packed with supplies, Brian could tell it was a very nice space indeed. At one end, there was a leather couch, bags and boxes stacked neatly on the three leather cushions. Beside the couch were two reclining chairs. Across from the chairs was a mounted flat screen TV and below, an electric fireplace. Beside the reclining chairs was a kitchen table with two chairs. They were wooden and looked well made. There was a center island with a double sink. The countertop was Corian, but looked nice, it was a speckled cream color.
The kitchen was small but neat, with plenty of cabinets and a small pantry. Opening them up, he saw they were well stocked and neat. The kitchen had a gas stove top, and microwave but no oven.
“Wow, I’ve never been in one of these. This is nice BJ.” Brian smiled; he was impressed.
“It’s only about three years old, so it’s still shiny. I also have solar panels, so I can still watch TV, use the fireplace. I’ve got a quite a few propane tanks for the hot water heater and stove. The propane tanks had been taken on my last toll booth, so I had to pick up more. I have some in the storage under the RV and in the back of the truck. I’ve got enough for now, but I’m thinking I should get more.”
“I’ve also got a few propane tanks as well. I was thinking about building a shed away from the house, in the woods, to store them. I don’t like having them too near.” Brian said.
“That’s a good idea, no need for something to explode, Christ, that would set off a chain reaction. I can help build the shed. I’m pretty good with a hammer.” BJ grinned.
“Damn, that’s great. I just put up poles for a clothes line, the women are picking up buckets to do the wash.”
“Here, let me show you something.” BJ sniggered and walked to the other end of the RV. Sliding open a door, BJ stepped aside so Brian could look in.
“Wow, nice bathroom.” Brian breathed, his eyes looking over the large shower, which had supplies stacked inside, a toilet and vanity. It looked like a normal bathroom. Then BJ opened another door and inside were two sets of bunkbeds. They were also crammed with even more supplies, box food, toilet paper, and canned foods.
“This is where the boys slept. Passed this is the master bedroom.” BJ said and Brian caught the sadness in the man’s voice at the mention of his sons. He looked into a large bedroom, and was impressed. It looked like a queen-sized
