in plenty of supplies of his own, not using up Buddy’s.
So no reason to regard Cap with suspicion. He had no reason not to think the guy was a man of his word.
Preppers had to stick together, after all. If they started turning on each other, no way they’d survive the coming apocalypse.
Nobody was really sure what form that apocalypse would take. Sometimes he and his wife and now Cap would sit around in the evening and talk about all the possibilities, each worse than the next. Cap seemed to lean toward revolution, and Buddy considered that a definite possibility.
He only got edgy when Cap kind of hinted that maybe they should just go ahead and get the ball rolling. But every time he said something like that, Cap would then laugh as if he were making a joke.
The guy had a weird sense of humor.
The three men had just finished carrying the last boxes of MREs into the barn when the sound of an approaching engine reached them. While the trees muffled noises for the most part, the facing hills had a contradictory effect, bouncing sounds back this way.
“Pull those trucks behind the barn,” Cap barked at his guys. “Make yourselves invisible.”
The three guys hopped to. Buddy enjoyed that.
Cap looked at him. “You expecting somebody?”
“No.”
“What about that ranger?”
“Craig? He never comes from the county road. Ever. Besides, this is my property. The Forest Service stays off it.”
Cap nodded. He felt the sling of the AR-15 hanging over his shoulder. Buddy found it strange that the guy was never more than six inches from his gun, especially out here where there was damn all to be worried about most of the time, but that was Cap.
“Maybe I should get out of sight,” Cap said.
“Naw. You’re my friend. But you might stash the rifle until we know what’s going on. For all I know it’s a UPS delivery.” That was a joke, because UPS dropped his stuff in town with a friend willing to hold them for him. He didn’t get deliveries out here.
Joke or not, it got Cap to put his rifle out of sight. Buddy couldn’t say why that relieved him, but he knew he wasn’t ready to be looking for trouble. Talking to that painter at Cap’s prompting had brought him a lot more attention than he really wanted.
The vehicle that eventually rounded the final bend of his driveway and emerged from the trees was a sheriff’s SUV. Buddy tensed immediately. The deputies stopped by occasionally, but rarely. Usually neighborly type calls to see if he needed anything.
But coming so soon after his face-off with the artist, he was expecting no good. He grew even more tense as the vehicle crossed the clearing and he saw the sheriff himself at the wheel. Definitely not the usual call from a deputy.
Gage parked and climbed out, crossing the remaining twenty feet. “Morning, Buddy,” he called out. “You all doing okay?”
“Just fine, Sheriff,” Buddy answered. His heart had begun racing and his palms felt a little damp. He didn’t like this.
Gage looked at Cap. “Howdy.”
Cap as usual didn’t say anything, so Buddy filled the silence, trying to sound casual. “Gage, this is Cap, friend of mine.”
“Pleasure,” Gage said easily enough, then returned his attention to Buddy. “Hate to bother you, but you know we found that hiker last month. Until we figure out what happened to him, we’re just checking on folks to make sure they’re not running into any trouble.”
Buddy relaxed a hair. “Haven’t seen a damn thing unusual.” Then he decided that if the sheriff had heard about that painter lady, it might be stupid to ignore it. Might make him suspicious. “I got worried about some woman who was across the valley. Felt like she was keeping an eye on me. Craig Stone says she’s just a painter, though.”
Gage nodded. “I heard. Just a painter. I can understand why you’d be uneasy after that hiker, though. We’re all uneasy.”
Buddy relaxed even more. “So you guys are worried?”
“Not exactly. Not yet. But I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t check around from time to time, not until we’re sure it was just an accident. There’s a lot of woods out there for a bad guy to hide.”
“True.”
Gage looked around. “You’re building a new cabin. Something wrong with yours?”
“I need some place for friends to stay.”
Gage cracked a smile. “I understand that. Sometimes I wish I had a guesthouse.”
“Yeah.”
“Not that I can do much in town. Sometimes I wish I had a spread like yours, Buddy.”
Buddy swelled with pride. “We can do a lot up here, Sheriff. Let me show you the garden.”
It never occurred to Buddy that by walking Gage around to show off a few things he might be revealing more than he thought.
Cap would have something to say about that later, but right now, Buddy just felt good. And proud.
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