Another chapter of Bugout! From my story blog.
Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:
Jeb and Frank stared down at the bolt cutters and the knife. They looked at each other.
“We should be armed when we are out here,” Jeb said.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Frank replied.
Jeb was crouching down, giving the bolt cutters a closer look.
“Well,” he said, “They haven’t been here for a long time, because they don’t have dirt on them. I think we’re safe for the moment, though, because whoever left them here did so several hours ago. Look at the dew on them.”
“What time does the dew fall?”
“Dew doesn’t fall, it condenses when the air gets cold enough. I’m thinking that whoever dropped these got spooked when you shined a flashlight over here last night.”
“Hmmmmm,” Frank said, rubbing his chin. “That tells me that they don’t belong to enemy soldiers. This is local scavengers.”
“You are probably right about that. I…
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