“Can I help with anything in the kitchen?” Megan asked when she realized the women had gone to the root cellar and were carrying supplies for dinner.
Wyatt put his hand on her arm. “Actually, I wanted to show you something.”
Rosie grinned. “You two go ahead and do whatever you need to do. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” She turned back. “Caitlin is doing fine. That doctor guy is keeping a close watch on her and Duke is keeping a watchful eye on him,” she assured Megan.
Megan thanked her and looked at Wyatt. “What’s up?”
He started walking through the trees behind the house. She followed as they headed up a small path that climbed the hill. It was steep and by the time they reached the top, she was out of breath. Wyatt was standing in the middle of several trees that had dying flowers on them and little tiny buds. She recognized they were fruit trees.
“This is our orchard, well kind of. We planted about thirty fruit trees almost five years ago on one of my trips home. About half have died over the years, but we’re hoping these will thrive. We need the food,” he said in a solemn voice. “Jack is convinced he can get them to produce with a little natural fertilizer. He started a compost heap when we first got here. It won’t do much for this year, but it will be great in the garden.”
Megan had bought compost in the past, but had never tried to make her own. It was a little on the stinky side, but she knew it was excellent for the soil. She would have to check out the compost heap and ask Jack more about it she decided.
She imagined biting into a juicy apple. She could feel her mouthwatering. “What are they?”
Wyatt pointed out each of the trees. “Pear, Granny Smith. My mom insisted on the apples for baking. Unfortunately, only three survived. Over here, we have some cherry trees.”
Megan saw there was already a ton of little green fruit covering the trees.
“Wow! You were definitely thinking ahead. I wish we were better prepared,” she confessed as she walked toward the cherry trees to sniff the blossoms.
“I can’t take credit for this. This was my dad’s brainchild. He wanted to make sure we could live completely off the land should anything happen.”
“Even so, what you’ve managed to build for your family is fantastic. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t stumbled across your cabin and your hospitality. Thank you, Wyatt.”
Wyatt seemed about to say something and then thought better of it. “That’s not what I wanted to show you.” Walking towards a pipe in the ground. “This is what I wanted to show you.”
She looked at the pipe sticking out of the ground. “Okay,” she said slowly, not sure what he wanted her to say. Was she supposed to be excited?
He laughed. “This is what’s going to give us running water in the cabin. The gravity of the water flowing downhill will give us a couple gallons of water per minute. It does have an electric pump, which we can possibly use again if Albert can find us a solar panel to run it. It needs some repairs, but we’re standing on a cistern that holds about five hundred gallons of water. The rain and snow will keep the cistern filled, hopefully. Right now it’s either dry or the pipes that lead from the cistern to the house are broken or clogged.”
She looked around the area. “We have it buried,” he explained, gesturing to a spot in the ground. “This keeps it out of sight, in case someone happens upon it. Water is like gold. We can’t afford to have anyone stealing it.”
“That would be amazing,” she told him with sincere excitement. “I’m envious, truly.” The thought of plumbing and running water gave the world they were living in a bit of normalcy. What she wouldn’t give for the ability to take a shower; even if the days of long, hot showers were gone. She knew he was showing her this to help convince her to stay. It was working.
He got very serious. “You don’t have to be envious, Megan. Stay.” He stepped closer. When she broke eye contact and looked down at the ground, he used his thumb to lift her chin gently. “I don’t want to push, but I really want you to stay.” He held her gaze. “Please.” The word was said in a whisper.
She held his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. His whispered plea nearly brought her to her knees. Hearing the pleading in this man’s voice and seeing the sincerity in his eyes gave her butterflies in the pit of her stomach. The idea of a romantic relationship made her nervous and excited.
Megan took a step back, swallowing the lump that had risen in her throat. “Wyatt, I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you would invite me in. I want to, but, well, I don’t know,” she put her back to him. “I can’t allow myself to be let down, again, and what if I let you down or you get annoyed with me. Living with someone is a lot different than only being friends that see each other on occasion.”
Wyatt’s hand on her shoulder sent an electric shock running through her body.
“I get it,” he told her.
She wanted to try to explain, but she knew how silly it sounded. Her ex screwed her over. Her entire life had been filled with letdowns and people dying or leaving her. Why would now be any different? Especially, now?
They walked back down the hill. It was almost dark, but Wyatt told her he wanted to show her something else. She was expecting something grand. These guys didn’t miss a beat when it came to preparing to live without what she would consider luxuries today.
“This is where we will grow food,” he told her standing in a cleared area. The ground was free of trees and she could tell the soil had been worked quite a bit. There were still some trees on one side, which he explained was more to help conceal the garden.
This portion of the garden would get some shade, but Rosie and Jack had already decided that was where they would grow plants like spinach, peas and lettuce. When Wyatt explained how he and Jack had taken the time to map the sun over a period of several weeks, she was really impressed.
“Again, I can’t take the credit for it. It was my mom’s idea. Because the area is so remote, my dad was reluctant to have us simply plug the coordinates into a smart phone app because he didn’t want any sort of digital record. Jack still had one of his Boy Scout handbooks that he’d been planning to give to Ryland and we were able to do it from that.”
As Wyatt explained, they were then able to create a map of where the sun hit throughout the day to help ensure the success of the garden. Once they were home, Wyatt had entered the data into a computer program and had been able to come up with a relatively accurate map of the sun over the course of a full year. Now, with Jack’s understanding of permaculture, they would be able to capitalize on the different plants based on what they needed from the soil, as well as the amount of space. Those plants that required more water or more sun would be placed appropriately to take advantage of inclines and tree lines. They’d really put some thought into this garden.
She thought about the thing he seemed to keep repeating—hiding. Everything was hidden or concealed. “Can I ask why all the secrecy? Everything you’ve shown me is hidden or concealed in some way.”
Wyatt looked serious. “Megan, one of the most important things to remember in a survival situation is to protect your resources. You have to protect what you have. Desperate people will behave in ways atypical of their normal behavior often resorting to violence to get what they want. What would you do to feed your own daughter?”
Megan didn’t have to think twice about that. She would do just about anything if it meant keeping her little girl alive and healthy.
“But, you guys are so far up here. Seriously, I only stumbled upon this place because, well, I was incredibly lost. Do you think others will be roaming about?”
He nodded. “Yes, I do. As the resources in town and then in the rural areas are depleted, people will spread out looking for anything.”
She grimaced. “It’s so harsh. I was one of those people, I guess. I just knew there had to be more, somewhere, anywhere.”
He looked towards the sun that was starting to fade. “I wish we
could save them all, Megan. I truly do, but I have to think of you and my family first. I have no problem sharing, but if we were to let anyone and everyone come into camp, we would quickly have nothing. We wouldn’t be able to survive here. The thing is, it’s harsh up here during the winter, which is why my dad chose this area. We really only need to worry about the threat of people for about six months out of the year.”
“But you let Kyle in,” Megan pointed out.
“Kyle will only be staying long enough to see if he can help Caitlin and Duke,” Wyatt said flatly.
It was Megan’s turn to feel bad. These people had not only taken her in but were risking having a stranger there to help her daughter. She should consider herself fortunate and blessed that they were willing to take care of her and her daughter. They didn’t have to.
How many other mothers and fathers were out there with nothing to feed their children or worse, possibly sick or injured? It hurt her heart to think of the pain and suffering so many others were dealing with.
She shook it off. “Well, I’ll be more than happy to help with the garden tomorrow after we get back from the school. We’ll also need to check those traps,” she told him. She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice.
He laughed. “Yes, we do. We have a busy day tomorrow. I want to show you the root cellar real quick and then we can clean up and get ready for dinner.”
They walked to the door that was flat against the ground. Wyatt pulled out his flashlight and directed it on the stairs that led into the ground. Megan felt extremely special to see the cellar. It was very important and for him to share it with her meant he trusted her.
Wyatt used the flashlight to point out a small button. Within seconds, the area was flooded with light. There were small LED strips attached to the front of the metal shelves that lined the walls of the cellar and hooked to a battery. The cellar itself wasn’t much bigger than a small bedroom but it was lined with tall metal shelves filled with canned food. An entire shelf was filled with #10 cans of freeze-dried food. Under each of the shelves were rows of plastic five-gallon buckets each with a label indicating dry goods such as pinto beans, rice, kidney beans, black beans, sugar, oatmeal. She stopped to look at him.
“I’m guessing this was all your dad’s idea?” Megan didn’t think she’d ever stop being impressed by his dad’s foresight. She would have loved to meet him.
“Mostly. I helped with these.” Wyatt opened one of the plastic buckets. A shiny bag was sealed inside.
“What’s that?”
“These are Mylar bags. We put all the dried food and some pastas in the bags, added a few bay leaves and oxygen absorbers, sealed the bags and put them in the buckets. This way, if we do get mice, chances are they won’t chew through the heavy plastic buckets. If it gets wet down here, the food will be dry inside the bucket as well.”
“Why not only put the food in the bucket?” she asked.
He resealed the bucket. “The Mylar bags will help the food last longer. The little silica gel packs absorb any of the oxygen sealed into the bag. Oxygen means moisture, which means spoilage. This stuff will last for decades in here.”
“And the bay leaves?”
He smiled. “My mom says they repel bugs. Now, I think it’s a little overkill, but she insisted and another layer of protection is always a good idea.” Wyatt grinned. “Always have backups for your backups!”
Megan glanced around and was in awe of how neat and organized everything was. It was a lot like shopping at a warehouse store.
“Thank you for trusting me to see this, Wyatt. This is absolutely amazing. I can’t believe how much work you guys put into this place. Just, wow. I don’t know what else to say.”
He smiled. “It was a lot of work, but I have to say, it was well worth it. In the short-term, we don’t have to worry about constantly searching for food. We can focus on the long-term like the orchard and growing a garden while everyone else is busy trying to get through each day.”
They made their way back out of the cellar and she helped him cover the door with the leaves and debris. Now she understood why they were so serious about hiding it. It really was more valuable than the contents of a bank vault.
17
Kyle stayed with the little girl, waiting for his chance. Everyone was busy. Most of the men were outside, making a terrible racket. The women were in and out of the house, taking care of laundry and cleaning. Everyone was distracted. It was him and the little girl.
He needed to make sure she never woke up.
Carefully removing the small Altoids can he had in his pocket, he looked at the nightshade berries he had tucked inside. His grandmother had told him about the highly toxic berries a very long time ago and he’d been using them for years. They were the perfect weapon and most people never even realized they’d been poisoned and were sure to die. It was a no fuss, no muss way of taking care of those little problems that crept up now and again.
Except that, she didn’t die. Given her present condition, he hoped that giving her a bit more would do the trick and his problem would be solved—permanently. If anything, he was doing everyone a favor. She didn’t look as though she was going to wake up, so why drag out the inevitable. He should be lauded for his practical thinking.
Kyle moved towards the edge of the bed with the intent to squeeze the berries into her mouth but the damn dog moved so fast Kyle nearly screamed. The dog was growling low and baring his teeth. He moved back and extended his arm to reach the girl. He nearly lost his hand when the big dog snapped at it.
Kyle growled right back at the dog in total frustration. “Fine,” he seethed. “I’ll take care of you first and then this stupid child.”
“How’s it going in here?” Rosie asked, popping her head in the door. It was the third time she’d done so.
Kyle smiled. “Great. I was checking to see if she had a fever.”
Rosie walked over and put her hand on the girl’s head and then her cheeks. “Feels okay to me,” she said before giving him a quizzical look.
He turned on the charm. “Oh, good. My hands are always so cold; it’s tough to tell without a thermometer.”
Kyle watched Rosie walk out the door before turning to glare at the dog who was watching him very closely. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he first thought. He needed a new plan.
The group had all come in once the rain started to come down. He overheard Wyatt talking about taking Megan into town tomorrow. That may be his only chance to tie up the loose ends that threatened to destroy all that he’d built up.
The sun was coming up, when Megan woke up. Caitlin felt warm again. She would ask Rosie for more of the tea to help bring down the fever, again.
Sliding out of bed, she dressed quickly. She wasn’t going to waste another hour; Caitlin wasn’t getting better and needed medicine. Her only option was to get to that school and pray there was something there. Houses nearby or shops in town that were abandoned would also be searched she decided.
Megan felt desperate and was willing to do anything to find a cure for her daughter. Now she knew what Wyatt was talking about when he told her why they hid everything. The need to survive and to protect one’s children was incredibly strong. It isn’t something one could simply shut off. It consumed her and she could imagine the parents of other kids who were starving, sick or injured. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
When Megan walked into the kitchen, she was surprised to see Wyatt and Chase quietly chatting in the kitchen and sipping coffee. The fact she hadn’t heard them was even more surprising.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Wyatt said in greeting. “I’ll pour you a cup,” he said quickly grabbing a cup and pouring her a cup of coffee.
She eagerly took it and sipped the hot liquid, savoring the taste and relishing the feel of the caffeine racing through her veins.
“Chase is going with us. He needs to look for some supplies to finish the fence. After Albert had finished his shift in the nest, he chec
ked the traps and two of them had been triggered but there was nothing in them, so he reset them for you. If we leave now, chances are, we’ll get back early enough to check those traps and possibly move them if you spot a better game trail.”
Megan agreed and looked up when she heard footsteps on the stairs and saw Kyle coming down.
“I’ll keep an eye on Caitlin,” he volunteered in a voice that conveyed concern. “Hopefully, I’ll get a clue as to what is making her ill.” He turned to Wyatt. “I’ll also check on that dog, I mean Duke,” he quickly corrected.
“Thanks, man. We really appreciate it.” Wyatt hoped he was only on edge and Kyle was who and what he said he was. It was hard not to be suspicious of everyone. Unfortunately, it was the way it had to be.
The trio emptied their packs to make room for any supplies they may find, keeping the basics; water, fire-starting tools, first aid kit and some rope. Each of them wore their knife on their belts and had a canteen that attached to their belts as well. This freed up their hands while ensuring they had the essentials in the event of an emergency.
Wyatt instructed Megan to leave her flashlight at home. He gave her a headlamp that was actually brighter with its LEDs and she didn’t have to carry it. When she didn’t need it, she could wear it around her neck. Wyatt reminded her of the importance of keeping their hands free and keeping the most important gear within easy reach.
Wyatt and Chase were also each wearing chest holsters with mean looking guns holstered in each. Wyatt had offered one to Megan but she passed. If they ended up finding supplies, she didn’t want to add to the weight of her pack with a gun; especially if both Wyatt and Chase were armed. They put on light jackets and Wyatt explained they didn’t want to advertise they were armed. Being armed indicated they had something to steal. They wanted to look as nondescript as possible and simply blend in. If they encountered anyone, they didn’t want to flaunt they had weapons.
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