violentpatriot

Day Three Overwatch

At about eight this morning the father and the oldest son loaded into the pickup and drove down the half mile private road towards to what I can only suspect was town. Again both of them carried rifles with them. By early evening there was still no return of the vehicle and the remainder occupants of the house were clearly upset. The wife was constantly on the telephone trying to make a call or sitting by the phone waiting for it to ring. Emotional discussions were made between the mother and the elderly couple. When darkness fell it looks as if a decision was made and the elderly gentleman and the wife got in one car and drove off, while the elderly lady and the younger son got in the other car and drove off. The teenage daughter was left sitting on the couch by the phone, her eyes red from crying as she sat alone in the house. Over the next few hours she would talk into the phone every twenty minutes or so but by midnight it was obvious the phone wasnt ringing anymore. I would watch her dial the phone and then put it down as it looked as if there was no answer and she would break into tears. She continued doing this until I finally dozed off into sleep, my cheek up against my rifle stock as a pillow.