James Hunt - Broken Ties

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After fighting tooth and nail to reach his cabin in Ohio, Mike Grant has finally been reunited with his family. The safe haven he built has enough supplies to last them for months, but with the extra mouths to feed that timeline is shrinking fast.
With a murderous gang of bikers in the nearby town, a loose alliance with a neighboring hunter, and tension building from members inside his own group, Mike has to navigate the murky waters of trust in this post-EMP world, and hard choices have to be made. Friends are lost and family bonds are tested as Mike is pushed to the brink in this thrilling next installment of the “Broken” series.

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“Drop it,” Ken said.

Mike kept his hands in the air.

“Easy. We’re not here to cause trouble,” Mike said.

“You always keep your rifles on you when you’re not looking for trouble?” Ken asked.

“Put it down, Fay. It’s all right,” Mike said.

Fay placed her rifle on the ground. Mike could feel the barrel of the pistol pressing hard against the back of his skull.

“You have sixty seconds to explain what you’re doing here and if I don’t like the answer I’ll be staining my driveway red,” Ken said.

“Are you Mr. Murth?” Mike asked.

“Who wants to know?”

“My name is Mike. I came here yesterday with your son. Your wife let me borrow your cart to wheel a woman in our group who was injured up to my cabin.”

Mike felt the pressure of the barrel on his head ease. He turned slowly, keeping his hands in the air.

“You’re the guy who shot at Billy?” Ken asked.

Ken Murth looked as rough as he sounded. White and gray scruff covered his face. What little hair he had was messy and tussled. His lower lip puffed out, concealing the dip in his mouth. His face and hands were dark and worn from working outdoors.

“He opened fire first,” Mike answered.

Ken spit a brown wad onto the ground. The juices from the dip dribbled down his chin.

“I know,” Ken said.

It was a father’s order to his son to protect his family at all costs. There wasn’t any remorse in Ken’s eyes, and with the barrel of the gun still aimed at Mike he wasn’t sure how willing Ken was to broker a mutual agreement.

“I was hoping we could talk,” Mike said.

The brown and yellow of Ken’s teeth flashed in a crooked smile.

“Your boyfriend sure has some balls on him,” Ken said, giving Fay a look up and down. “All right. Let’s talk.”

Beth and Billy were walking from the barn to the house when Mike, Ken, and Fay reached the front porch.

Ken insisted on keeping the rifles if they wanted to chat. Mike complied, hoping the show of good faith would build him some trust.

The inside of the house was simple, clean, and neat. The living room was absent of any television, computer, or any electronic device that he could see. A wooden cross with a figure of Jesus crucified was fixed as the centerpiece above the dining room table.

The back door swing open as Mike and Fay sat on the couch in the living room.

“Ken? Who’s in there with you?” Beth asked.

“They’re from the party that Billy shot at,” Ken answered.

“They bring back our cart?”

Ken sent another wad of brown spit into an empty soup can. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and kept his eyes on Mike.

“Yeah,” Ken said.

Billy froze when he saw Mike, then when his eyes landed on Fay he blushed.

Beth set a basket of eggs on the counter and wiped her hands on the front of her apron as she walked into the living room.

“I’m sure you know what’s happened, or at least have an idea of what’s happened. The whole country’s gone down. There’s no power, no water, no transportation, nothing,” Mike said.

Ken laughed.

“Boy, you just described my childhood. What are you getting at?”

“Your son mentioned to me that you’re a hunter, been doing it a long time. I’m sure you know these woods better than anyone. I was hoping we could set up a trade.”

Ken’s head slowly turned to his son. Billy kept his head down. His fingers fumbled with the front of his shirt nervously.

“What else did you tell him?” Ken asked.

“I didn’t tell him anything else,” Billy said.

“I have medical supplies, clothes, ammunition. I was hoping we could work something out,” Mike said.

“What kind of ammunition?” Ken asked.

“Every kind.”

“I see,” Ken said, rubbing his chin. He walked over to Mike slowly. The wooden floors creaked under his boots.

“We can help you hunt,” Fay added. “It’s been a while, but my dad used to take me all the time. Deer, boar, turkeys, I’ve tracked them all.”

Mike tried to hide his surprise at the statement, but he turned his head a little too quickly. She never mentioned anything like that. When he showed Fay how to shoot the rifle at the airport he just thought she was a natural. Now he knew why.

“You provide the ammo for the hunts, along with an extra five boxes each of nine millimeter, two twenty-three, and forty-five shells each month,” Ken said.

Mike extended his hand.

“Done.”

Ken flashed another yellow-stained smile. He squeezed Mike’s hand and laughed.

“Well, okay then. I’ll take this month’s supply up front,” Ken said.

“What?” Fay asked.

“Hey, you came here looking for my help remember? Unless you think you’ll be able to find the game around here by yourself?” Ken asked.

All of those extra mouths had handicapped Mike. It was like he was wearing a pair of cement shoes and then was asked to run a marathon. He didn’t have a choice but to give Ken what he wanted.

“It’s fine. We’ll bring the ammo back first thing in the morning,” Mike said.

“No, I’ll come and collect the ammo now,” Ken said. “Besides, it’ll be nice to know where you are in case we need to stop by for some… sugar.”

Ken looked at Fay when he said it. She took a step forward, but Mike stepped in between them.

“The cabin’s a few hours away. We better get going,” Mike said.

Ken brought Billy with him to help carry the gear back. On the way back Mike didn’t want to show him the entrance from the main road, so he just cut through the forest.

Mike and Ken were up front, while Fay and Billy walked behind them. There wasn’t much talk on the way up. Fay kept her eyes on Ken, while Billy kept his eyes on Fay.

“Your dad always like that?” Fay finally asked.

“Yeah, most of the time. It’s been worse over the past couple weeks. He pretends that what’s happened doesn’t affect us, but it does, especially since the town’s been taken over by those bikers.”

“I heard your grandfather was there when they came in. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.”

“Were you guys close?”

“Not really. My dad and he never really saw eye to eye. They always butted heads. The only time I got to see him was when I went into town alone. I don’t know why my dad always hated him.”

“Well, you know what they say; you can’t choose your family.”

Fay noticed that Billy kept looking away when she would look at him. She smiled.

“So, you have a girlfriend, Bill?”

“Um, no, I… uh… well, not that I haven’t wanted one it’s just, I, um… you know helping out with the farm, and… hey, how much longer till we get to the cabin?”

* * *

Mike spent most of the walk trying to figure out who Ken was, but the man was a closed book. He wouldn’t budge on anything. He wouldn’t say how long he’d lived here, or who he knew in town, and when Mike brought up the fact that it’d be good to get to know each other a bit, Ken simply popped another piece of chew in his mouth and laughed.

So Mike focused most of his brain power on how much food they’d need to ration moving forward. Just because he’d set the agreement up with Ken didn’t mean they’d get food whenever they wanted. They still had to hunt for it.

The only game Mike had seen were a few birds. If they could get a deer they’d be able to cure it and it could last them a few weeks. If he could pull down a deer every other week they’d be in good shape.

“When’s the next time you’re heading out hunting?” Mike asked.

“Mornin’.”

“What time?”

“I’ll let you know when I get my ammo.”

“Look, Ken, if this is going to work we’re going to need a little trust. It’s not like I’m asking for your social security number.”

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