Regan Wolfrom - Coyote

I’d found what probably amounts to millions of dollars in illicit drugs, more the meth than the MDMA, since you can get some not-too-trippy government-issue ecstasy for cheap with a phony prescription. Well, I guess you can’t get any of it now, since things like that disappeared from every pharmacy, clinic and hospital in the district long ago. So all of it’s valuable now, not that drug dealing is part of my life plan.

But we’re scavengers now, and when you find something that has value, you take it with you. You don’t just throw it away.

I grabbed a bag of each, just in case I decided on any show and tell, and I climbed out of the buried school bus and back up to the noxious pond. I took off the mare’s halter and headed back to the cottage, her saddlebag carrying enough dope to cause some serious trouble.

I’m not sure if there’s a way to make that trouble work for me.

LISA

Ant’s cast of characters:

Lisa is trouble. I like trouble, but sometimes she’s too much even for me.

She likes to drink, as per her drunken indian stereotype, and that works out well for me since she seems to like short French guys while under the influence of the old fire water. It’s happened more than once and that’s more than fine by me; I’m an equal opportunity sex god. I’m not so sure Graham would approve of me in-and-outing his on-and-off girlfriend, but as I have stated before categorically, Graham can go fuck himself.

I don’t have a problem with him other than the fact that he seems to have a problem with me. I say live and let live, come sit down and have a beer with me. But there was some kind of horrible farming accident when Graham was a kid on his parent’s goat farm down in Jesusland, and that metal rod must have gotten shoved so far up his ass that surgery was never an option. It’s too bad, because I hear he used to play football or baseball or one of those lame-ass sports that isn’t hockey.

But this isn’t about Graham, it’s about Lisa, although there have been a few awkward moments when I’ve got my fap on with Lisa doing her thing inside my head, and then she invites Graham in to say hello… I just tell that fantasy-blocking motherfucker to keep his hands to himself and to never look me directly in the eye.

Lisa is definitely a tasty treat; she has kind of short black hair and smoldering brown eyes and probably the tightest ass in the entire Cree nation. She’s from up in Moose Factory, right off James Bay, and she told me once that she shot and killed a rampaging polar bear. I know that’s bullshit since those poor bears are almost extinct, but I’ve seen her work a shotgun so I know that she’d probably be able to take out a rampaging Polar Bear Express train if she wanted to.

Have I mentioned how hot that is?

Today is Monday, December 10th.

After breakfast Lisa got back to work on installing the new solar power system and I actually decided to help for once, while Graham went down to the Tremblays’ to troubleshoot their water heater. I was a little worried about him being so close to Suzanne Tremblay and her apparent love of trouble, but it’s not like I wanted to take his place. I’m older and I may be a little bit wiser, but I’m not really any better at resisting temptation; Suzanne Tremblay could have me within ten minutes if she wanted. Hell, the same could be said for pretty much any woman at McCartney Lake.

So I decided to stick to digging the line for the solar setup. Graham can be the one who digs a grave for himself.

It took less than five minutes for Matt to realize we’d started without him, and much to my disappointment he rushed out to join us.

I wish there was a way to get him to have a life-threatening affair with Suzanne Tremblay.

If things go well and we find a way to keep Matt from fucking it all up, we could generate enough electricity to dump propane for good and get started on being self-sufficient; we wouldn’t have to bother bringing home every half-empty propane tank we find attached to backyard BBQs. We’ve got a good number of batteries now and we’ve already collected enough spools of cable to hook them up. It feels like we’re close now.

We have passive panels on the roof of the cottage, and even a couple strips on the barn; from those we’re able to charge up the basement battery bank enough that we don’t even worry about things like our tablets or the toaster or the constant hum of hairdryers between the hours of 7 and 9 AM. But it’s not enough power to replace all the propane or enough for us to charge up the two electric ATVs that have sat in a corner of the barn for over three months; it’d be nice to have ATVs that weren’t using up that diesel we haven’t found a solid way of replacing. And if we consider what we’d need in the spring for planting… let’s just say we won’t get far if we can’t at least quadruple our current supply of electricity.

Back in July Graham and I stumbled on some crates inside one of the salt domes at the maintenance depot in Cochrane. I guess no other scavengers noticed them because they figured the dome would still be filled with salt; the rest of the maintenance depot was picked over pretty well.

Ant told me once that he and some of the guys from his work had been the first ones to raid the depot, and that he’d found more than his share of his favourites, basically whatever could be used to blow something up.

We were pretty surprised when we found the crates, but even more surprised to find that the crates contained all of the components needed for a concentrated solar installation, something like a miniature version of the one they had at Darlington North. I watched over the dome while Ant and Graham made several trips carting the crates over to McCartney Lake.

Graham and Lisa wired up some of the new batteries yesterday while I was out daytripping, and now we’ve put together a bank in the last two empty stalls in the barn, one that’s six times the size of what we have in the cottage basement.

Installing the plant itself wasn’t going to be easy since it’s based on mirror fields spread out over half an acre, deflecting the heat into the thermal receiver. It took over two months of sporadic work to clear and level off the ground, and we didn’t have the thermal tower mounted and the turbine and condenser and the shed to hold them completed until early October. Then like everything else, the project was put on hold while we worried about our new arrivals, moving the Porters and Tremblays into their new homes and scavenging (and hoarding) any extra supplies we’d need to keep them going through the winter.

If we hadn’t wasted time on that, Ant could have helped us big time and we could have had the system set up over a month ago. Now we’ll have to do it without him. Graham and Ant complemented each other when it came to building, and while I know Kayla wishes she could take over for Ant, we won’t be able to make up for what we’ve lost.

We have a week if we’re lucky before it’s too cold to run the wiring underground from the solar field to the battery bank in the barn. We’ve learnt from some of Ant and Matt’s previous sprinkler experiments in the garden that anything above ground will be chewed on by the local wildlife.

The ground’s already started to freeze during the nights and staying somewhat frozen during the day, but with shovels, a little elbow grease, some trash bags and a pick axe, we’ve been able to dig over three quarters of the trench out so far.