by Ray Gorham
DAUNTING DAYS OF WINTER
BY
RAY GORHAM
Daunting Days of Winter
All Rights Reserved © February 2014 by Ray Gorham
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Contents
Prologue
1859
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Sample Chapter from 77 Days In September
PROLOGUE
Daunting Days of Winter picks up the story where 77 Days in September, originally released in May of 2011, leaves off. 77 Days in September is the story of Kyle and Jennifer Tait, an ordinary couple surviving extraordinary circumstances.
Kyle, a supervisor with an electrical power company, has been in Houston helping with recovery after a major hurricane. As he prepares to fly home to Montana, terrorists launch a massive EMP strike against the continental United States, successfully destroying the electrical and computer infrastructure of the nation. Kyle’s plane crashes upon take-off, and he barely escapes the burning wreckage, only to find himself stranded in a country where technology has been wiped out and modern-day people are left struggling to survive in a primitive world.
Forced to devise a plan to get himself home, and with the help of a fellow airplane survivor, Kyle builds a handcart to haul the meager supplies he needs to attempt the 2,000-mile journey from Texas to Montana on foot.
Across the country, Jennifer and their children, David, Emma and Spencer, face unimaginable challenges of their own. With no power, communication, or modern conveniences, life in rural Montana is not as carefree as the family is used to. Grocery stores are looted, doctors are unavailable, and law enforcement is unreliable, if not nonexistent. The residents of the Tait’s small community band together to deal with the new reality in which they live, forming councils and structure, but quickly realizing that life will be far more difficult than any of them care to imagine.
While Jennifer toils to protect and provide for their family, Kyle and his handcart slowly move northward. He encounters stranded motorists, hostile gangs, highway bandits, and extreme weather conditions that threaten his safety and his very life. But he also finds evidence that, despite the dire circumstances, goodness and mercy still exist. In neighboring Wyoming, Kyle is saved from certain death by Rose Duncan, an attractive and independent woman isolated from her family and with whom Kyle quickly bonds, testing his resolve and his dedication to his family to the extreme.
With Kyle completing the last leg of his journey home, Jennifer’s trials escalate and her family’s safety is threatened after she repeatedly rebuffs the unwanted advances of Doug, the local law enforcement officer whose sanity and stability are slipping away. At Doug’s mercy, Jennifer faces violence and assault during a series of events that culminate in the death of Doug and the potentially fatal stabbing of the Tait’s son, David, leaving Kyle to return to an empty, blood-stained home before finally reuniting with his family.
Daunting Days of Winter begins the day of Kyle’s miraculous reunion with his family and takes you further into the experience of post-EMP America. Enjoy the adventure.
1859
The impact of an EMP on the modern world would change life beyond imagination for the average “civilized” person. It would take us back to a time before electricity, computer chips, and satellite communication. It would take us back to a year like 1859.
In the century and a half since 1859, the world has seen change on a scale inconceivable to any previous generation of people. We’ve progressed from man, wind, and animal powered forms of transportation, to cars, airplanes, nuclear submarines, and space shuttles. Health and medicine have progressed from bleedings and wooden teeth to heart transplants, genetic engineering, and brain surgery. The availability of knowledge has transitioned from elementary primers that remained current for decades, to computer tablets that store thousands of books, update daily, and show live video feeds from around the world.
And yet, the citizens of 1859 saw change as well. Trains began to challenge steamboats for commercial superiority, electrification was being developed (though the first public generating station wouldn’t be built until 1881), dental hygiene improved with the patent of the toothbrush in 1857, and medical and scientific breakthroughs were occurring at a breakneck pace around the globe.
For the average citizen, however, everyday life wasn’t much different from what it had been when Columbus crossed the oceans or King Arthur’s knights roamed the countryside. Life expectancy was just over forty years for a newborn child, three in ten children died before the age of fifteen, and a woman who bore eight children (a common family size for those times due to the manpower needed for the family farm and ineffective birth control) stood a better than ten percent chance of dying during childbirth. Two-thirds of all men worked as farmers, clearing the land, sowing by hand, and herding the animals, as well as helping to provide the local defense. These farmers were supported by a spouse who, in addition to helping in the fields, spent a large portion of her day cooking, sewing, teaching, mending, washing, hauling water, doctoring children and animals, gardening, and taking the wagon to the general store.
Compared to today, life was difficult and challenging in a host of ways. The Oregon Trail was the transcontinental highway of the time, having been used, at that point, by nearly 400,000 brave pioneers who walked or rode in a wagon across the continent, many who would end up buried in unmarked graves along the way. That same trail would continue to be used for another decade by immigrants heading for Oregon, California, Utah, and other places in the West, until the first transcontinental railway was completed in 1869.
Bank robbers and highway bandits plied their trade during these years with relative immunity, escaping afterwards into the unmapped and uninhabited countryside or to towns where word of their deeds hadn’t reached. On those occasions when the law did catch up with these outlaws, justice was swift and harsh, and often at the end of a hangman’s noose.
Diets were bland and variety was limited. Farm animals provided the protein, supplemented mainly by whatever could be grown locally, usually corn, potatoes, apples, grains, and a few other staples. Soups and breads were regularly served in most households, while ice cream,
chocolate, potato chips, and Coca Cola either hadn’t been created yet or were such luxuries that the average person had never experienced them.
Clothing was typically handmade and passed down from one child to the next, and furs were often worn out of practicality, not as a fashion statement.
Mail delivery was slow, unreliable, and inefficient, making long distance communication difficult. The Pony Express, offering Missouri to California delivery in the unbelievable time span of just ten days and achieved by way of 120 riders using 400 horses and covering 1,900 miles, wouldn’t begin its eighteen months of operation until the next year, in April of 1860.
Politically, James Buchannan was president, Oregon was admitted into the Union, and a fifty-year old lawyer named Abraham Lincoln was building his reputation as a presidential candidate. An English naturalist named Charles Darwin, who few in America had heard of, published a book proposing a radical theory on the origin of species. And John Brown, a militant reformer, tossed a proverbial match into the gas can of slavery by way of a failed uprising at Harper’s Ferry, Virginia, paying with his life just six weeks later at the conclusion of a short trial.
One other event from 1859 also deserves mention. On September 1st of that year, Robert Carrington, while watching the sky from his private observatory in London, observed a flare on the sun of such unusual brightness and intensity that he diagramed and made note of the event. For the next two days after the flare, the world was awash in unusual phenomena. Northern Lights, observed as far south as Jamaica, were so bright in parts of America that tradesmen, lacking watches and alarm clocks, went to work thinking it was morning, and people across the Northern Hemisphere believed neighboring towns to be on fire. Even birds were fooled into thinking that it was daytime and began singing during the night.
A few telegraph operators witnessed sparks leaping from their equipment, while others saw papers ignite. In Boston, operators unplugged their telegraph equipment batteries and were still able to operate on the current provided by the aurora. In other areas, telegraph wires shorted out and fell to the ground, triggering isolated wildfires.
The solar anomaly of 1859, a mild curiosity at the time, has since become known as the Carrington Event and has been determined to be the most powerful geomagnetic storm on record. Because the world was technologically primitive at the time, the impact was limited to a heightened aurora, damaged telegraph equipment, and some unexpected shocks for a few telegraph operators.
Historically, such storms occur about once every hundred years. If one were to happen today, most scientists predict that the impact would be similar to that of a global scale EMP, causing trillions of dollars in damage worldwide. Beyond the damage and the dollars, however, the loss of our electrical and computer infrastructure would be devastating. It would impact the world significantly, and send every nation back in time, perhaps to a lifestyle not unlike that of 1859.
CHAPTER 1
Friday, November 18th
Deer Creek, MT
Kyle gently stroked the back of Jennifer’s hand. “I still can’t believe I’m actually home. I’ve dreamed about this so many times that I’m terrified I’m going to wake up.” Emotions remained close to the surface.
Jennifer laughed. “You keep saying that. We’re real, Kyle. Believe it. Our family really is back together again.” She grabbed his hand, squeezing warmly with both of hers and kissing the back of it. Spencer had fallen asleep on the couch between them with his head resting in Kyle’s lap, and he stirred, mumbling something that neither of them could make out, then wiggled his shoulders and drifted off to sleep again.
“He’s gotten taller.”
Jennifer nodded. “You said the same thing about Emma and David. Also told us we all look skinnier. But you can say it again if you want. You can say anything at all, as long as you promise never to be gone again.” She could feel tears bubbling up and dabbed at her eyes as her voice trailed off.
Kyle squeezed his wife’s hand and rubbed her foot with his. He tried to make eye contact with her, but she was looking out the small window, staring at the sliver of a moon that hung in the night sky. “Don’t worry. I don’t ever plan on being away from you again. Besides, my legs are so tired from walking, I don’t think I could go another mile, especially if it’s away from you.”
Jennifer let out a long, deep breath and closed her eyes, pressing Kyle’s hand against her cheek. “Your hands are rough. I don’t remember them being like this,” she said, her voice soft and sleepy.
“You should have seen the blisters I had the first few weeks. I didn’t realize how soft I was before all this happened.”
“I like them. I know why they’re rough; it means something to me.” Jennifer tried unsuccessfully to fight off a yawn. “Have I mentioned how good you look with a beard?”
Kyle nodded. “A couple of times. I don’t agree, but who am I to question your taste.”
Spencer stirred again and moaned, then rubbed his eyes as he shifted positions. Emma sat on the other side of Kyle, leaning against the armrest with one leg draped over Kyle’s leg and an arm behind his back.
“I’m tired,” Emma said, yawning. “But I don’t want to go to bed.”
The fire in the fireplace cracked and popped and lit the room in a dancing, honey-yellow hue. “You can stay up as long as you want, Em. It’s not every day your dad gets home after walking across the country. He’ll be here tomorrow, too. Isn’t that wonderful?” Jennifer paused, then continued in a halting voice. “So don’t think you have to stay up all night.”
“I won’t stay up too late,” Emma answered. “Just a little while longer.”
Kyle turned as David pulled himself out of the recliner he was resting in. “The fire needs more wood,” he said as he stood.
“I’ll get it, Son. You sit down. Don’t strain yourself.” Kyle started to gently move Spencer off of him, but David protested.
“I’m fine, Dad. You’re just like Mom and Mrs. Jeffries. They worry about me all the time. My wound doesn’t really even hurt anymore. I can get the wood. I’m not a cripple.”
“I know. I know. But if you tear it open, it could be dangerous. You know as much as anyone what the situation is.”
David smiled. “Got it, Dad. You can go back to staring at Mom. I’ll put more wood on the fire so there’s enough light for you to see her.”
“Maybe we don’t want the lights on,” Jennifer said playfully, her emotions temporarily back under control.
Emma made a gagging sound. “If you guys start kissing again, I’m going to be sick. I’ve never seen so much kissing in all my life.”
“Emma, you’re nine,” David said as he placed a log on the fire. “I’m guessing you haven’t seen much kissing, besides Mom and Dad.”
“You’re one to talk, David; you don’t even have a girlfriend.”
“How do you know I don’t have a girlfriend? You follow me around all day?”
“Kids. Cut it out,” Jennifer said, giving them a look. “Dad didn’t walk all this way to listen to you fight. I’m sure he could have stayed in Texas and found some other kids to do that.”
Kyle grinned. “This feels normal. Not you guys arguing, well, okay, I guess that is kind of normal, but just being together, talking, listening, touching. This feels normal. It feels right.” Kyle choked up, and Jennifer’s eyes glistened in the firelight.
“Mom cries a lot too. So don’t feel embarrassed,” Emma said matter-of-factly. “We’ve all gotten used to it. Didn’t know it was contagious though.”
“You’re such a ditz, Emma,” David said as he returned to his seat. “Mom, why couldn’t I have had two brothers?”
Kyle reached out and pulled Emma into him, burying her face in his chest. “Don’t say that about my only little girl, David. She might be ditz, but she’s the only ditz I’ve got, so you’d better treat her well.”
Emma let out a muffled yell.
“Am I smothering you?” Kyle asked, relaxing his embrace. “Or is my
smell killing you?”
“A little bit of both, actually,” Emma said as she leaned back against the armrest. “But you’re not the only one who stinks.”
Kyle laughed as he tussled her hair. Jennifer leaned forward and glared warmly at her daughter, her lips hinting at a smile.
“What? He does kind of smell.”
“What’s gotten into you, little girl? I can’t remember the last time you had this much spunk. Are you feeling alright?”
Emma shrugged. “I’m just glad Dad’s home.”
“I’m sorry I smell so bad, Em. It’s been a few days since I had a bath. For some reason the motels were all closed. Maybe I can get cleaned up a little better tomorrow. Hopefully Carol won’t mind if I make an even bigger mess of her bathroom.”
“You smell just fine to me,” Jennifer said as she leaned back into the couch. “And Carol has repeatedly told us to make ourselves at home here.”
“I spit bathed with a wet towel a couple of times this week, but the river was awfully cold, so it was short and sweet. Those clothes I was wearing, they should probably be burned just to keep us safe.”
“We’re not burning any clothes. We make everything last. We’ll set you up with a real bath tomorrow. There’s a crew that brings water up from the river every morning. It’s not our day for bath water, but I’m sure they’ll make an exception. Your showing up here has really made a difference in the mood of the community. I actually saw a lot of people smiling for the first time.”
“I think I met most of the community today, but I really don’t know these people. How’s it been?”
Jennifer shook her head from side to side in a slow and deliberate motion as she searched for the right words. “It’s been difficult, but you seem to have given a lot of people hope who had lost it. You-- making it back from so far away--it’s amazing. I still almost don’t believe it. I’ve prayed for it and dreamt about it, thought about it every hour of every day, but I was losing hope, just like everyone else.”