This train of thought was interrupted when his eyes fell on a giant with coal black skin and a smooth head. His muscles bulged beneath his thin shirt, reminding Max of the Hulk and looking every bit as friendly. A wiry man with a wide smile grinned at them, leaning against a tree next to another guy with rusty hair and a full beard. They all looked dangerous.
“Max.” Morgan nudged him and pointed to a little knot of shivering humanity, huddled on the ground.
A little girl clutching a stuffed rabbit stared at them from a tear-streaked face while a boy who couldn’t have been more than eight, cried as he held his arm. Next to them crouched a young man, holding a mewling baby, and a scuffed leather bag. He looked out of it, eyes glazed and blood soaking a makeshift bandage on his head.
Max shook off his stupor. “I see a few of you need medical attention. Our nurse here will see to your injuries while I discuss things with my friends.”
“Thank you,” Breytenbach replied.
Max hustled the rest of the group off to one side. “So? Do we take them back to camp with us or not?”
“Yes,” Morgan said. “We can’t leave the kids out here. They wouldn’t last the night.”
“I agree. These people look like fighters. We could use them,” Logan said.
“You’re both crazy. We should leave them here. They’re dangerous,” Angie hissed.
“Ben? What do you think?” Max asked.
Ben took a while to answer, brow furrowed as he thought it over. “I believe we should take them for the children’s sake but keep a close eye on them.”
“It’s decided.”
Twenty minutes later, with the worst of the group’s injuries taken care of, they were taken back to the trucks. A wary silence enveloped the two groups as they studied each other on the ride back. Nobody seemed ready to make the first overtures of friendship.
Darkness was falling by the time they reached the gates. As they drove through, Max wondered for the hundredth time if they were making a mistake. It was too late to turn back, however. He’d be watching them, though.
An armed Joseph waited to greet them at the parking lot. “They’re waiting inside the common room.”
“Who’s they?” Max asked.
“Everybody.”
Perplexed, Max set off, followed by the rest. Warm lights streamed from the windows of the main building, and the sound of laughter drifted from inside. Max grew more confused by the second. A wreath adorned the doors, bringing him up short. Christmas?
He stepped inside and blinked with surprise. Candles were scattered throughout the room, giving it a welcoming glow. Streamers decorated the walls, and people milled about with drinks and snacks. In the corner stood a Christmas tree with real wrapped presents underneath.
“Max! You’re back,” Julianne said, walking over with her arms spread. She looked elegant in black slacks, sandals, and a red silk shirt with her hair piled up. She embraced him, and he inhaled her familiar perfume of spice and orchids.
Max was stunned, mouth working as he searched for words. “Mom? What’s going on?”
She flashed him a secretive smile. “I just thought I’d welcome our new guests.”
Breytenbach and his group filed into the room wearing uniform expressions of astonishment. Julianne smiled and extended her hand. “I’m so glad you’re here. We don’t often see other survivors and rarely children. I’m Julianne by the way.”
Breytenbach shook her hand with a bemused look. “Er, pleased to meet you too. Captain Breytenbach.”
“Let me take you to your rooms. We prepared them especially for your arrival.”
Her charm washed over the group, rendering them defenseless. Max smirked. He’d seen his mother work a room before. None of them stood a chance.
“What about the children?” Breytenbach asked.
“They can stay with Meghan and Anne tonight if that’s okay? You needn’t worry. They’ll be well looked after,” Julianne replied.
“I’ll take care of their injuries first,” Hannah assured them. “And the young man too. Perhaps I can bring them to the infirmary?”
Breytenbach nodded, blinking at a rapid pace. “All right, but I’d like to check on them later. Keep an eye on them.”
“Of course.”Julianne smiled. “Please, let me take you to your quarters now. You can have a shower if you like. We saved some hot water for you.” Her chatter faded away as she led them outside.
Breytenbach threw a questioning look at Max over his shoulder, who responded with a shrug, mouthing the words, “Beats me.”
Morgan nudged him in the ribs, chuckling. “That’s Mom for you.”
“Yup. She’s back,” Max agreed.
“Think she’ll run for office next year?”
“She might. Maybe Mayor.”
Morgan snickered then fixed him with a teasing look. “And don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at the Ice Queen earlier. Got a crush?”
Max felt a blush creep up his neck and scoffed, “Please.”
Morgan snorted and saluted him with a beer. “Whatever you say, bro.”
“Hey, where’d you get the beer?” Max asked. “And what’s that smell?”
“Outside, in a cooler box. Better grab one quick before they’re all gone.” She clapped him on the back. “Don’t you recognize the smell? Has it been that long?”
Max sniffed the air again, eyes wide. “You’re joking. Beer and a braai?”
“It’s Christmas, brother. We deserve it.” She winked and flashed him a smile before disappearing into the crowd.
“Who’d have thought we’d live to see another Christmas, let alone celebrate one,” Max marveled.
Maybe a party wasn’t such a bad idea. It was the holidays, after all. Giving in to the spirit of things, he wandered off in search of a pint.
Chapter 25 - Julianne
Crickets sang in the background as Julianne walked across the grass with Captain Breytenbach and his team. Faint laughter and light from the party followed them through the night, but the newcomers were nervous and twitchy.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “I mean, considering.”
The Captain nodded, then caught her elbow when she stepped into a hole, kitten heels sinking into the soft ground.
Flustered, she got her shoes unstuck, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” He looked at her for a moment before waving a hand around. “How safe are we here?”
“You mean inside the camp?”
“Yes.”
“Well, there’s a wall surrounding the living area, and it’s guarded twenty-four-seven.” Removing her elbow from his grasp, she walked on. “Around the farm itself is another fence, and we’re working on digging a trench around that.”
“I see. Population figures of the towns around here?”
“We’re out in the middle of nowhere here. The closest town is about twenty-five kilometers away, and that’s a small one—about five-thousand. We’ve already swept the neighboring farms and houses. It’s pretty clean.”
He nodded. Julianne burned to ask a thousand questions, but one look at his face told her now was not the time.
“You’re armed?” she asked instead.
“With what we could salvage from the wreckage,” he replied.
“That’s good. We believe in being prepared here.” Walls loomed in the darkness, and she waved a hand at the two cottages. “We’ve arranged these two for you. I hope that’s enough for now?”
“It’s fine,” Breytenbach replied. “We’ll share.”
The oddball named Mike opened his mouth, but the Captain cut him off. “No Mike. Kirstin will not share with you.”
Mike rolled his eyes while Kirstin smiled in that scary manner of hers. That set Ronnie and Lenka off, guffawing with genuine mirth.
Julianne watched the team interact, noting the ease of long familiarity. It made them seem a little less threatening. “Well, I’ll leave you to sort yourselves out. When
you’re ready, please join us for the party. There’ll be good food and company, I promise.”
“Where can we wash?” Breytenbach asked.
“The ablution blocks are over there. Not all the cottages have bathrooms, sorry.”
“That’s all right. You’ve done more than enough.”
“Do you need anything else?” Julianne asked. “If you’re injured, I can take you to the infirmary.”
“We’re fine,” he replied. “Your nurse did a good job earlier.”
Julianne left the group to themselves and checked on the rest. The kids were in good hands for the night. The schoolroom had been converted into a den with colorful sleeping bags and toys. A TV and DVD player had been hooked up with kids movies playing on the screen. Meanwhile, Buzz and Princess wrestled on the floor.
Elise arrived with the two newcomers, Jenny and Mark, in tow. Both wore pajamas and had been bathed. Though shy, they were no longer frightened and sat with Meghan and Anne. Mark’s broken arm had been set and put in a sling, and the girls were in awe of his war wound.
Michelle had volunteered to babysit for the night. Already she was passing around cold drinks and chips, inviting the kids to a sing-along.
Satisfied, Julianne paid a visit to the infirmary. It was no bigger than a broom closet. Already there was talk of building a separate clinic. Jonathan occupied the only bed. According to the Captain, he was a qualified doctor, but to Julianne, he looked like a terrified young man. At the moment, he huddled beneath the covers, curled in upon himself. “How is he?”
“Dehydrated, starved, and exhausted. I’d guess he’s been running on guts alone for weeks, and the recent events served as the last straw,” Hannah replied. “To top it off, he’s got a concussion too.”
“Poor boy. Is he going to be all right?”
“He’ll be okay. He just needs time. Plenty of sleep, good food, a little kindness, and he’ll be right as rain again.”
“And the little one? How’s she?”
“Oh, she’s fine. Such a strong little thing and in good health.” Hannah smiled at the sleeping baby in her arms.
“I’m surprised. A baby in a helicopter crash?”
“I know. Miracles never cease.” Hannah cooed at Sam then fixed a stern look on Julianne. “Stop fussing and get back to your party. We’ll be fine.”
Julianne laughed. “Okay, I’ll send you a plate of goodies.”
Back in the cafeteria, she grabbed a cold cider and took an appreciative sip. It burned and bubbled down her throat. She sighed with pure enjoyment.
“A party, Mom? Really?” Max asked, joining her.
Folding her arms, she frowned, “It’s Christmas, and I found this box filled with decorations in the storeroom, so I thought, why not? We all need to relax and have a little fun.”
Max raised an eyebrow and gave her a small smile. “If you say so. Who am I to complain?”
“Do you think it’s too much?”
“I don’t know. Everyone could use a boost, and this is a great way but…”
“But?” she prodded.
“We don’t know if we can trust them.”
“The Captain and his team?”
“Exactly.”
“Let’s give them the benefit of the doubt at least.”
“Don’t have much of a choice, do we?”
He slipped back into the crowd, leaving her with mixed feelings. She watched as the people mingled, laughing and drinking. They looked relaxed. For once, they didn’t have to be on their guard.
A deep voice from behind startled her out of her reverie. “Good evening, ma’am.”
She whirled around and found herself facing the Captain. He was handsome in a rugged way. His hair gleamed from the shower, and his breath smelled minty. There was something in his eyes, though, something that pulled at her heartstrings. A hint of vulnerability.
“Captain Breytenbach,” she said, plucking at her flimsy blouse. “How can I help you?”
“I wanted to thank you for all this.”
“No need to thank me. It’s much for our benefit as yours. Something to keep morale up.”
Smiling, he said, “Oh, I understand all about morale. And what you did here tonight was genius.”
Blushing, she felt awkward and self-conscious, exposed beneath the intense regard of his eyes. He offered her his arm with a smile, and she relaxed a little.
“Since you are our hostess tonight, would you care to tell me more about yourselves? You are well organized here.”
“Organized?”
“You have running water, electricity, and more than enough food. Even medicine.”
“Oh, that. We’ve been lucky, I guess,” Julianne replied.
“I’m willing to wager my piece it had nothing to do with luck.”
She grabbed another cider and took to the floor, introducing him to everyone. She noticed Max standing off to the side with Kirstin. The two were deep in conversation, and Julianne watched with interest. She was as yet unsure of the Nordic sniper.
“Where’s the tall gentleman?” she asked. “The big one?”
“Patrolling. He joined your man Joseph up on the walls.”
“That’s sweet of him.”
“He’s not one for partying.” Breytenbach shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t think he trusts your defenses and wants to check it out for himself.”
She laughed. “That’s fine. I’d do the same in a strange place.”
An hour later, they were clapping hands along with the rest as Mike did a drunken Irish jig, feet a blur. He keeled over after a few minutes, and Ronnie helped him up, the two staggering off to find more beer.
Deciding it was time Julianne signaled to Elise, and the children were fetched from the school room. They filed in, and Michelle settled them down on cushions in a half circle around the Christmas tree.
They giggled with excitement, and Julianne winked at Meghan which earned her a toothy grin. Peter, Elise’s boy, entered in a Santa suit. He looked ridiculous. The clothes were far too large, and the beard kept falling off. None of that mattered to the children.
Peter made it to a chair without losing his belly and sat down. One by one he doled out the presents, booming out their names in a jolly voice. It hadn’t been easy, but they’d scoured their supplies for suitable gifts earlier. Each child got something, including the baby.
Watching the happy scene unfold, Julianne felt tears pricking her eyelids, and she swallowed hard on the knot in her throat. The past three months had been brutal—filled with the loss of loved ones. Watching those happy faces shining with joy reminded her why they couldn’t give up. Why they all had to keep fighting for a future.
With the presents gone, the children returned to the schoolroom, clutching their new toys. Santa departed amidst loud cheers, tripping once when his fake stomach fell out.
“All right, people. Food’s ready!” Elise announced. A mini-stampede followed with Logan first in line, as usual.
“We’d better dish up before there’s nothing left,” Julianne said.
“Agreed,” Breytenbach replied when Mike staggered past with a plate loaded to the brim. “That man eats like a horse.”
“You haven’t seen Logan in action yet,” Julianne snorted.
The food looked amazing. The table groaned beneath the weight of the dishes displayed—honeyed carrots, fresh garden salad, and beans. The Springbok took the place of pride in the center. Enterprising as ever, Elise had used every single bit of the buck. The ribs and chops were marinated and barbecued, the legs slow roasted in the coals and a mouthwatering stew made with the rest. A huge jug of gravy and big bowls of rice rounded out the spread.
“You people don’t joke around when you feast,” Breytenbach said.
“Elise never does. She comes from good old-fashioned Boer stock. But don’t think we eat like this every day.”
“The simple fact that you have food to spare is a miracle.”
“You can thank Max, Logan, and Elis
e for that. In the early days, they scavenged freezers from people’s houses and froze everything they could get their hands on.” Julianne laughed. “Either that or preserved it.”
“Clever.”
“Hi, mom. Enjoying the party?” Morgan asked, joining them at the back of the queue.
“I guess.”
“You guess? Then you haven’t had enough to drink yet,” Morgan said, raising a beer in a mocking salute.
“I could never keep up with you youngsters.”
They reached the front of the queue and Julianne dished up a generous amount of honeyed carrots, her favorite.
Morgan, as usual, dished up nothing but meat and pudding as she eschewed vegetables of any kind. This was ironic considering the career path she’d chosen in her old life.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll eat with my team,” Breytenbach said, excusing himself. Julianne watched him go, a little sad at the empty space his departure caused.
“Come on, Mom.” Morgan found them seats at a nearby table. Logan joined them, already on his second plate.
Julianne watched with disapproval as Morgan downed her beer in one gulp before tucking into her food with gusto. “Slow down. You’ll make yourself sick.”
Morgan groaned and rolled her eyes. “Relax. Live a little.” She punctuated her advice with a forkful of roast and gravy.
Logan joined in on the fun. “Listen to your mom. You’ll get fat,” he joked, poking her in the ribs.
“What? Don’t you dare call me fat.” Morgan shoved another forkful into her mouth. She chewed with relish before swallowing it with another swig of beer. Logan’s beer.
“Hey, get your own,” Logan said.
Julianne sighed, watching them. Kids. They never grew up, and a mother never stopped trying to teach them manners. She noticed Morgan go pale. First pale, then green as a light sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead. “Morgan? Are you okay?”
Mumbling something incoherent, Morgan clapped a hand over her mouth and ran from the table. A startled Logan followed her, only to return a few minutes later.
“Don’t worry. She’s just nauseous. Too much booze.” He sat down and scraped the food from Morgan’s dish into his own, and dug in with pleasure stamped all over his face.
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