by Nathan Jones
Matt nodded. “We'll make sure everyone makes their shots count. If it comes to that.” She responded with a grimace as she handed him an extra magazine each for his AR-15 and Glock and a 50 round box each of .223 and .40. Matt backed away so the others could also get ammo.
Trev looked a bit disappointed there wasn't another magazine for his .45, also a Glock. He'd accepted 3 from the storehouse as part of his payment for the cache, and that was apparently all that had been available. As for his Mini-14, he didn't need any extra magazines since he already had plenty, and ammo for both his guns.
Within ten minutes they had everyone at the roadblock as ready as possible, and Catherine had sent runners with extra ammo for the snipers Lewis had set up. Matt radioed Chauncey at the storehouse to see if he had any more news of Ferris's whereabouts.
Unfortunately it was the same news. “Nothing since my friend up in Helper watched them roll out a while ago. They could be hear any minute, or they could be crashing through Carbonville.” The retired teacher made an annoyed sound. “I'll let you know the moment I hear anything.”
The bustle of activity around the roadblock slowed as all the most urgent tasks got completed. Matt felt the tension building as the minutes ticked by with nothing to do but wait, and he knew everyone else felt the same. Catherine began outlining a plan for the people behind the roadblock to scatter into the nearby yards and side streets in case Ferris tore through the solid barricade they'd made, but Matt had a feeling it was mostly to keep people's minds occupied.
If over 50 men with automatic weapons and heavy vehicles managed to break through the barricade, the people here might not even have time to run.
It was a relief to know Lewis and his snipers were in the buildings nearest the roadblock, as well as behind fences and trees and lying prone on any high spot of ground nearby. Lewis himself was up on a rooftop that could conveniently be reached by a tree in a backyard, using his binoculars to keep a close eye on the road.
But it was Tom Harding, out in one of the farthest sniper positions in a barn loft a 100 yards down the road and 50 or so feet back from it, that gave the news they'd all been dreading for nearly an hour.
“Vehicles coming down the road towards us,” he said, excited voice nearly lost in a burst of feedback. “Six of them. It's Ferris!”
“Roger. I'll update Helper and Price on the convoy's movements and then I'm on my way,” Chauncey said, and Matt didn't object: If Ferris was here then there was no reason to listen on the radio for news of him, and they could use everyone they could find to defend the roadblock.
Within less than a minute they heard the rumble of engines approaching, and then vehicles came into view driving at a reasonable speed. They were flying little American flags from posts near their windshields, like you saw in parades, and FETF was prominently stenciled on every surface. No soldiers were in sight aside from those driving the vehicles and their passengers, and no indication that the trucks covered in olive green tarp were hiding dozens of armed bandits.
“Looks like he's trying the same trick he tried in Helper,” Catherine said, climbing up onto the righthand car to stand beside Matt. “Fool us once, shame on you.”
Matt turned to look at her, radio ready at his mouth. “Do we hide and let him get close, then open fire, or do we give him your show of force and try to turn him back?”
The older woman frowned deeply. “Whatever he is, whatever he's done, I can't feel good about shooting first. There might still be a way to avoid violence here.”
“I hope so.” Matt gave the front vehicle an uneasy look. The .50 cal Chauncey had mentioned was bolted atop it with a gunner standing behind ready to open fire. That weapon alone could take down a small army in the right circumstances. He turned to warn the people behind the roadblock to stay visible, but be ready to get out of sight quick if that weapon started shooting.
And that .50 cal was just what he could see. What if they had TOW missiles or RPGs to blow the roadblock to smithereens?
Whatever Ferris and the others might have been hoping, once they saw the solid roadblock and the dozens of people lined up behind it they must've thought better of trying to bluff their way in as FETF. The vehicles stopped a hundred yards away while the lead vehicle edged to within shouting range. A short man opened the passenger side door and stood behind it on the tall truck's step up, megaphone in hand. It was definitely Ferris, recognizable even at that range, and although he wore a flak jacket and protective headgear now he was still dressed in the same impractical suit he'd worn last fall.
“Councilwoman Tillman,” the administrator said coldly, voice booming through the megaphone.
“Mayor Tillman, now,” Catherine replied in a shout.
Ferris snorted, the sound creating a burst of feedback. “Anderson finally buckle under the pressure? It was only a matter of time.”
“Mayor Anderson was murdered in cold blood,” the new Mayor shot back. “On the day you left, in fact.”
Even at this distance it was obvious the former FETF administrator couldn't have cared less if he'd tried. “In any case I notice the refugee camp is abandoned. Did you finally drive those poor people away?”
Catherine shook her head. “Just the opposite. We took them into the town and offered them what shelter we could over the winter. We didn't have food to give thanks to the state you left us in, but at least fewer refugees froze.”
Ferris looked over the crowd of hostile faces behind the roadblock. “It seems something happened after I left that you're blaming me for. Not that it matters. Bring down this roadblock, we're coming in.”
Even though he knew better, for just the briefest moment Matt was afraid the mayor would agree, still letting Ferris cling to his tatters of FETF authority even after everything that had happened that winter and what they'd heard from Helper.
But Catherine made no move to give the order. “The town has agreed that we no longer need FETF assistance.” She managed to shout that without sounding sarcastic, which was pretty impressive. “You're welcome to find somewhere else that needs your help.”
“That's not a decision you get to make!” Ferris snapped. “We represent the provisional government up in Utah Valley and we've come to collect taxes.”
Catherine started to reply and her voice cracked slightly. She coughed. “All this shouting is a bit hard on the vocal cords. I don't have a megaphone like you. Could you come a bit closer?”
Matt stiffened. Was that a hint she wanted to try an ambush, or a sincere request? Either way he casually reached down to the radio at his waist and pushed the talk button, then tapped the mic twice with his fingernail. They hadn't arranged any preset signals, but hopefully that would at least alert everyone to be ready.
To his surprise Ferris motioned the lead vehicle to come even closer, to within forty feet. The gunner behind the .50 cal looked nervously at all the weapons in the crowd, ducking slightly behind the front and side armor plates attached to the gun emplacement. Matt almost didn't know the thin, clean-shaven face at first, until the truck got a bit closer. Then he was able to recognize a hungrier, crueler looking Randall Turner looking back at him from behind sunglasses. From the sharp intake of breath from beside him Catherine must have recognized the man as well.
“Better?” Ferris boomed, his megaphone still at the same volume but closer now.
“Better,” Catherine called at a more reasonable volume. “But let's keep this short. We don't recognize whatever provisional government you claim to serve and we want you to leave. We're prepared to defend ourselves if we have to.”
The small man sneered at the crowd behind the roadblock. “With what? Hunting rifles and pistols? I have more firepower on this truck than your entire town combined. Lucky for you I have no desire to hurt you. I'm a Federal agent, sworn to help the people. I'll do that, same as I always have.”
“You seriously want to keep pretending, Ferris?” Matt called. He waved behind him. “Look at us! You think we all gather at the r
oadblock in an armed crowd all day every day just in case? We knew you were coming, and we know who you are and what you've done. You're not representatives of any government, you're common thieves.”
“Thieves?” Ferris snarled, face twisted in rage behind the megaphone. “Thieves? I spent the entire winter trying to keep stupid yokels like you alive! I watched a lot of people die this winter, enough to make the entire population of your podunk town look like a joke. I tried to save all of them and failed. Then I tried to save some and found that to be impossible as well. I realized that all I could do was save myself and my men. Us, by any means necessary, must be alive to impose order during these times so that at least some remnant of our once great nation survives in this area.”
Matt had to fight his own rage. “Over five hundred of our people died this winter. I dug a lot of the graves myself. I don't call that a joke, and neither do the people behind me. We remember who took the food from our mouths and then left once it ran out. It won't happen again.”
In answer the bureaucrat-turned-bandit pounded his fist against the side of the truck near his head. “We're going to take half of what you have, and I call that generous!” he boomed through the megaphone. “If you try to stop me I'll do what I have to. This is to make sure you have a taste of what you can expect if you resist. Fire!”
Immediately Turner hauled the massive gun he stood behind down to point towards the roadblock.
Behind Matt his friends and neighbors screamed and scattered, or simply dropped to the road right where they were. Matt desperately caught the Mayor around the shoulders and lowered her behind the car, which probably wouldn't do much to shield her from .50 caliber bullets but was better than nothing. By the time he managed that it was too late to save himself, so he he stayed where he was as the muzzle of the big gun turned to point straight at him.
If he was going to die at least he'd do it staring Ferris right in the eye, to give lie to the man's claims about not wanting to hurt anyone.
At the last moment Turner heaved down on the back of the gun, sending the muzzle up into the sky as a deafening staccato roar rang out for several seconds. Matt watched fire pour from the gun around a line of bullets closely spaced enough that in spite of their speed he could see them trace off into the distance over the town. Amid that burst of gunfire he heard his friends and neighbors screaming in terror and the expectation of pain.
Then the gunfire stopped and the screaming slowly died as everyone realized they were unharmed. Heads started poking up above the roadblock as Ferris gave them a smug look. “Six hours to give us what we want,” he boomed. “When your time's up we smash right through that pathetic roadblock and gun down everyone where they stand. I think you'll make the right choice.”
He ducked back into the truck, slamming the door behind him, and the vehicle began to back away down the road.
The radio at Matt's belt squawked. “Lucky Turner didn't try aiming at any of you,” Lewis said. “The moment he did he would've got a bullet through the side of the head.”
Matt suddenly realized he was shaking so hard he could barely stand, and he disguised it by dropping down to the road to see if Catherine was all right. She seemed to be, as did everyone else. “Do we attack him?” he whispered to the Mayor. “Now's the chance.”
She shook her head. “The other trucks are too far away. Besides, he might still change his mind between now and his deadline, and even if he doesn't it'll give us more chance to get prepared.”
Matt looked up at the sun. “It'll be close to sundown by then. What if they have night vision gear? If we attack now-”
Catherine straightened and gave him a firm look. “No. Not yet.”
With a sigh he lifted the radio to his mouth and told everyone to stand down. Then he told everyone he'd put in charge of things to organize the people with them to keep doing what they'd been doing and come meet him and the Mayor at the roadblock. “We've got some planning to do.”
* * * * *
“Ferris can pretend he's not a bad guy all he wants,” Chauncey said bitterly. “All his claims about not hurting people as long as they do what he says? Complete BS. He hurts everyone he comes across. Every time he steals from others he guarantees some, maybe all, of those he robs are going to be dead from starvation in a few weeks. And that's a horrible way to die. We survived this winter, we all know just how horrible it is. So if you ask me I say no, we don't do what he says and trust he'll be merciful. The only thing Ferris and his raiders deserve from us is a well placed bullet.”
There was a strong surge of approval from the group, and from the crowd around them listening in, and Matt nodded. “I agree. Last fall Ferris made a bad situation worse and hundreds of our people died because of it. Besides, his claims of not hurting anyone will go right out the window the first time someone doesn't do what he says. If they haven't already, which wouldn't surprise me. I say stealing from us once was too many times, and if he wants to do it again he'd better be ready to die trying.”
This got even stronger approval.
Catherine raised her hands for quiet. “So we agree that we're not giving him half our things?” The crowd made their response clear. “And we're willing to fight to defend ourselves, whatever Ferris and his men might do?” This got a less defiant roar of approval, but everyone still seemed to be in agreement. “Very well.”
She turned to Matt and lowered her voice. “What are we going to do?”
Matt wasn't reassured by the fact that the normally in charge Mayor was looking to him for suggestions, even though this was his job. And to be honest he had his own doubts. There might be hundreds of people in town willing to fight, and enough guns to equip many of them, but Ferris had real soldiers armed with real weapons.
The advantage disappeared fairly quickly with that sort of mismatched training and weaponry, especially since Ferris could attack the town from any direction or even multiple directions. Not even hundreds of men would be enough to properly defend the borders if that happened.
“We don't know how well supplied Ferris is,” Matt said quietly. “If he's got more food than us he could go in for an extended siege, try to wear us down and pick us off until he can roll over us. But he doesn't want that.”
“What do you mean?” Catherine asked.
“It's possible he might have some personal grudge against the town, but this attack isn't personal,” Matt clarified. “He's a raider. He's not here to take over the town again or even destroy it, he just wants our stuff. A siege would use up his supplies as much as ours, and the longer he holds off on a committed attack the less attractive the town is as we use up everything he's here to steal while defending against him. Not to mention we might hit back as hard as he hits us. That's why he tricked his way into Helper, snatched their supplies, and left. That's why he tried to do the same here, and might've succeeded if we didn't have advance warning.”
The Mayor nodded slowly. “So you're saying if he does attack he won't waste any time doing it?”
“Probably in the next few days,” Matt confirmed. “Or even immediately. He didn't catch us by surprise with his arrival, but he might still try for a shock and awe attack before we can properly organize our defenses.”
“You're sounding like a soldier,” Catherine said with a smile.
Matt couldn't smile back. “I wish. A trained soldier would know what to do in this situation. You know things have to be pretty bad if even I can guess at how much trouble we're in.”
“We can't defend the town.”
Every eye turned to Lewis, many looking angry. “Are you saying we should give up?” Chauncey demanded.
“Don't put words in my mouth,” Lewis replied calmly. “I'm not saying we shouldn't fight, I'm saying the town is too big to defend. With his vehicles he could attack us from any side faster than we can respond, and you know what happens once he's among the houses. We have to focus on defending a smaller area, maybe Main Street itself, and accept the rest as lost.”
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p; “He's got machine guns and grenades!” Matt protested. “If we pack into a smaller area he'll be able to butcher us even easier.”
Lewis nodded grimly. “You're right, but I didn't say pack in. We have to treat this like urban combat. Any military knows how difficult it is rolling into a hostile town. Well we have to be that hostile town. We need to use our knowledge of Aspen Hill to our advantage, be able to attack from all sides, have escape routes planned, and give him no targets he can strike at to weaken us, such as the storehouse or any place where civilians are kept.”
“So we should evacuate the civilians to Aspen Hill Canyon and turn this town into a maze of sniper's nests and ambushes?” Trev asked.
“Hold on a moment,” Catherine interrupted. “The point is to defend the town, not kill Ferris's men. These are our homes, all our possessions. We have our gardens here. Every house he destroys hurts us, and if he burns the entire place down it doesn't matter if we win.”
“We have to accept some losses, and houses can be rebuilt,” Lewis replied. “Ferris is a threat to the town and it doesn't look like he plans to leave. So ultimately the goal is to kill him and anyone else who threatens us.”
“Can we get back to the subject of why his deadline is at sundown?” Chauncey asked. “If he's got night vision then defending the town's going to be a whole lot harder. We've got a few flashlights, but not nearly enough.”
“I think I can help us there,” Lewis said with a smile. “And give us a bit of firepower too.”
Matt couldn't help but smile back. “What, something else you've got prepared?”
“You could say that. And you know exactly what it is since you helped me move it just a few hours ago.” Lewis turned to the rest of the group. “I've got 25 gallons of gasoline.” He ignored the shouts of surprise at that. “It won't run vehicles but it should be great for molotov cocktails.”
The Mayor smiled. “You really are a lifesaver, Lewis.” She straightened and raised her voice. “All right then. We evacuate the civilians to Aspen Hill Canyon and turn Main Street into a shooting gallery. As for the rest of the town, just in case they try a side street or backroad instead of going through the roadblocks we'll prepare ambush positions to keep them too busy to do much damage to our houses, and when we fall back it'll be towards Main Street. Hopefully we can lure them in that direction to where we can really hit at them.”