Graham's Resolution Trilogy Bundle: Books 1-3

by A. R. Shaw

  He closed the curtains on the sliding glass doors to block the view of the backyard, then walked over to the front door and left it open, letting the others know everything checked out. He motioned for them to come in and, after looking around for predators or other dangers, they closed the doors of the truck silently and moved toward the house.

  “I have to do something in the garage and yard first, but you guys go ahead and start packing. Don’t come out there, though, and leave the curtains closed; we don’t want to attract any attention—from bears or anyone else. It’ll probably take me about twenty minutes, and then we need to get out of here.”

  Tala didn’t question him and closed the door behind the kids. He headed out back to the garage and saw a big orange wheelbarrow loaded with a shovel, hacksaw, and gray tarp situated by the door leading to the backyard, all at the ready.

  “Made it as easy as he could,” Graham muttered underneath his breath. He felt an obligation to honor the man’s wishes, and at least now it didn’t feel like he was stealing the man’s belongings.

  He moved the wheelbarrow over to the body and righted the ladder, then unfolded the tarp under the body and grabbed the hacksaw. As best he could, he positioned the wheelbarrow beneath the hanging man and cut the rope; the corpse fell into the sturdy wheelbarrow in a heap. The stench of rotting flesh became overpowering and Graham rushed to the back door to let in some fresh air. He vomited again, then tried to take some of the unspoiled damp air into his lungs. As he was bent over he heard a meowing, and saw a thin and dirty white cat with blue eyes staring up at him.

  Graham decided it must have belonged to the family. He scratched the cat behind the ears, but it continued to meow at him, clearly hungry. He left the door open to air the garage out and walked over to the stairs leading to the back porch to open the slider. The cat followed him and ran inside the house.

  “Awww . . .” Marcy said and stopped taking cans out of the pantry to come over to the cat.

  “We can’t keep it, so don’t even ask,” Graham said.

  “Sheriff would eat it,” said Bang.

  “Maybe not,” Marcy interjected.

  “Look, see if there’s any cat food around. It must have been the owner’s. Feed it and let it back out. It’s a miracle it’s survived this long anyhow,” he said. Graham then whispered to Tala, “I have to bury someone out back. Keep the kids from looking if you can.”

  “Sure, no problem. Can we start loading up the truck while you’re busy?” she asked.

  “No, just start putting stuff inside the front door. I want to make sure the coast is clear,” he said.

  Before he could go back to the garage to finish his task, Macy spoke up and said, “Check it out, Graham, I found a calendar!” She displayed it with a wave not unlike like Vanna White’s on Wheel of Fortune. He smiled and returned to his grim business.

  Graham had his gun slung around his back as usual, and he wheeled the corpse out to where the open grave waited. He looked into the hole; other than rainwater and a few fallen leaves, it was clear. He really didn’t have time to make it a more noble procedure, and he didn’t think the guy expected that anyway. It wasn’t difficult. He tipped the corpse, tarp and all, into the grave and began shoveling the mound of dirt over the man.

  Afterward he was sweaty, so Graham rubbed his shirtsleeve across his face. Somehow, the smell still lingered. He wondered when this would come to an end, this staring at graves.

  He put the shovel back into the wheelbarrow and walked it back into the garage. He went inside, washed his soil-covered hands, and saw the water turn gray and then clear again.

  As Graham went back into the garage he noticed a small white Kenmore freezer next to the door to the kitchen and was surprised he’d missed it, since he’d walked right by it when he first came in.

  Bang, with big eyes, came out to the garage and wrinkled his nose at the smell, but all he said was, “There are lots of guns on the bed upstairs, with bullets too.”

  Graham smiled at him and nodded. “That’s great. Good find, buddy. I’ll take a look at them, but there’s a freezer here I need to get loaded into the new truck. Tell Macy to come give me a hand.”

  Tala came out to the garage to help Graham instead. Even though Graham had left the back door open, the smell caught her off guard and her eyes started to water.

  They pulled the spoiled meat from inside the freezer. The power was currently on, but it must have gone off for a time because the food inside looked like it had thawed and refrozen. Ice cream had melted onto the bottom and mixed with crystallized meat blood. They began dumping the cargo into one of the empty trashcans in the garage. Once the freezer was empty, Graham pulled the loaded trashcan outside and farther away from the house into the trees. They cleaned out the bottom with shop rags and then Tala used bleach and hot water from the laundry room sink to melt the refrozen liquids coating the bottom of the freezer and to sanitize it.

  “This will be great for the cougar we have in the fridge,” she said.

  Graham began to laugh. “Did you ever think you’d hear yourself using that phrase?” Tala caught the absurdity of it, and they both laughed again.

  They opened the garage door manually and manhandled the freezer, pushing and pulling it into the truck bed of the Chevy, then went back to shut and lock the garage doors.

  Apparently, the now dead homeowners had been avid Costco shoppers, as were many who lived this far from a major city. There were several cases of canned green beans, corn, peaches, pears, and chili. They also found unopened twenty-five pound bags of flour, sugar, and cornmeal. This would keep them baking through the winter months, at least.

  Upstairs it seemed the homeowner had thought ahead. He’d neatly laid out his two pistols and three hunting rifles onto the beige striped bedspread, along with boxes of ammunition. The walk-in closet held winter wear for both Tala and Graham. They left the pretty dresses and high heels, but took all that Tala and the girls could use, as well as all the men’s clothing and winter boots. In all, it was a great find, but it cast a dark pall on their mission. They had spoken openly downstairs, but upstairs they could only formulate whispers.

  In one of the children’s rooms they found little girl’s clothes, though too small for the twins, in a room painted a soft pink hue, but took the hairbrush sitting on the dresser. None of them wanted to disturb the stuffed animals displayed atop the white canopy bed, but they did because the blankets and pillows suited their needs, then replaced the stuffed animals carefully.

  In the boy’s blue room, they found several jackets, pairs of jeans, and shirts, as well as snow boots that both the twins and Bang could wear. There was a skateboard leaning against the wall, and a baseball bat and glove in the corner. They took the baseball bat—it might come in handy as a weapon—but as they had with the girl’s room, they left the other things as something of a memorial.

  Tala and the girls also gathered all the razors, soap, shampoo, and feminine hygiene products they could find. These last items were in great need; they could bide some time before Tala would have to help prepare the girls for a more organic way of dealing with their periods.

  “It’s too bad this place is too close to town, or we could just move here,” Tala said.

  “Yeah, but it is just not defendable, being so much in the open. At least with the cabin we have some warning if someone tries to get to us.”

  “We could hear them coming up the long drive,” said Macy. “Our tires crunched on the gravel. I bet footsteps would, too.”

  “That’s good thinking, Macy,” Tala said, looking as impressed by the girl’s statement as Graham appeared to be. “Because, really, that’s what it’s going to take for us all to survive here now. Thinking ahead and being cautious.”

  “Hurry up, now,” Graham said. “Let’s just take what we have and we’ll come back another time to get more if we need it. It looks like it’s going to rain, so let’s spread a tarp over the truck bed.” Graham went back into the garag
e, once again wincing at its powerful odor, in search of another sturdy tarp.

  He found not only a tarp but also several tools he knew he’d need someday. He picked up the hacksaw he used earlier, as well as an ax, a sledgehammer, and a box of nails. Several bungee cords lay in a tangle on the work bench, and he took those too. He bypassed all the electrical tools but noticed a small metal fishing boat hanging on the wall. That’ll have to wait till later, he thought, and hoped the locked doors would protect it until they could make it back here.

  He loaded the tools and fixed the tarp over the bed of the truck and then went back into the house and let the cat out. He locked all the doors and took the house keys with him.

  By the time they were finished loading, a slight drizzle grew to a steadier rain. Graham drove the Chevy with Bang as passenger, and Tala drove the Scout with the girls.

  When they pulled up to the cabin Graham let Tala drive in first so as not to scare Ennis with an unfamiliar vehicle. On their approach, Ennis waited on the porch chair, with Sheriff and his rifle beside him. Smoke rose from the chimney, and Graham thought it looked like a scene from a distant past: an old man and a dog on the front porch of a cabin in the woods.

  30 New Plans

  “Got a new truck, I see,” Ennis said as Graham stepped out.

  “Yep, everything okay here?” Graham asked.

  “Mostly,” Ennis said slowly, which caused Graham to raise his eyebrows.

  “It can wait till later,” Ennis said.

  Graham knew this wasn’t good news or Ennis would have spilled it right there.

  They unloaded both vehicles, and Graham set up the freezer in the bunkroom, by the only other outlet in the cabin besides the one in the kitchen. He ran an extension cord under Tala’s bunk to plug it in.

  His grandfather had run power to the cabin back in the 1950s when Graham’s dad was a boy, so the kitchen had power outlets for the refrigerator. In the past few years, his father had retrofitted the cabin with solar panels to augment the electricity and top up a large bank of storage batteries kept in a shed out back. Graham hoped the load of both appliances wouldn’t drain the reserve batteries too quickly. He still planned to drag the larger freezer outside during the winter.

  Tala said that the inside of the freezer was cooling nicely, so she shut the lid to let it get down to a freezing temperature before they transferred the cougar meat.

  With that settled, they filled every nook and cranny with the bounty they’d brought. The items of clothing was parceled out to those they most suited, with each person storing it under his or her bed. The extra coats went into a small hall closet, and the boots were lined up by the front door, largest to smallest.

  These things really didn’t belong to any individual; rather, they went on an as-needed basis, and that is how things would continue to be from this time forward with the exception of a few personal mementos.

  Graham could see the family photos he’d taken from the apartment for the twins nailed up between their beds. Bang kept his diary under his pillow. He’d seen the boy open it, looking intently at his mother’s reflection, touching her face with the pad of his small index finger. He wore his mother’s medallion around his neck at all times.

  Graham kept the photos from his father’s house in a tote under his bed. He hadn’t looked at them yet. He just couldn’t bear to, though he wasn’t sure why.

  Tala had a locket at the end of a leather cord around her neck with a picture of her husband on one side and her father on the other. As far as Graham knew, Ennis didn’t have any talisman from his past other than his pocketknife—and a handy tool it had turned out to be.

  Graham could hear and smell venison strips being fried in the kitchen by Tala. The twins talked and clanked dishes as they set the table while Sheriff and Bang enjoyed a scuffle over a sock.

  Anyone who looked in on this scene would believe this was a normal family drama played out daily in normal times. But these were not normal times, and they’d fallen into this routine much too easily. It worried Graham; his subconscious warned him of hidden dangers. We’re becoming too complacent. It’s a trap we must not fall into, because there is nothing normal about our situation.

  “Mr. Graham,” Ennis called him from the front door.

  “Mr. Ennis?” Graham answered back, amused at the formal tone.

  “Get out here. I need to talk to you.”

  Ennis’s tone was more serious than Graham first anticipated, and he knew something grim was about to be discussed.

  Graham stepped through the doorway and leaned his rifle against the jamb, then stretched his arms toward for the blue sky above, glad the rain had ceased. Ennis sat in the old rocker he’d found in the house and had dragged outside so he could keep an eye on the world—for what that world was worth now.

  “Close the door,” Ennis said, and Graham complied.

  In addition to the chair, an old bench for taking off dirty boots leaned against the cabin wall. Graham planted his tired carcass upon it and leaned back.

  “Something happened out by the lake while you were gone,” Ennis said.

  “What?”

  “There’s trouble across the lake.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Saw two no-gooders earlier,” Ennis said.

  Graham sat straighter, automatically checking the position of his gun. “Where’d you come across them?”

  “At the lake. They went by in a canoe. Saw me, too, and waved like they were sayin’, ‘We know you’re there.’”

  Graham leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “Well, did you wave back?”

  “No! I ain’t no fool, you know!” Ennis glared at Graham.

  Graham held up his hands. “I know, Ennis, I know. But tell me more. These two guys in a canoe paddled by and waved—to you, right?”

  “Yep.”

  “But you didn’t wave back because . . . ?”

  “Because I figure they did it as a kind of warning. They mean trouble. I’m sure of it. Like sayin’, ‘Hey, we know you’re there, and we’ll be back,’”

  “Could you tell where they were going?” Graham asked.

  “They was coming from this side and going to the other, about midway in the lake, when I saw ’em.”

  “Could have shot you from that distance?”

  “Yeah, they could’ve,” Ennis said.

  “But they just waved?” Graham asked a second time because it didn’t make sense to him.

  “I already tol’ you that!” Ennis said, sounding more than a little annoyed. “After you been a cop for as long as I have, you learn to read folks. These guys, they’s up to no good.”

  “I know, Ennis, I’m just trying to figure it out,” Graham said. “You think we’re going to see more of them, then?”

  “We got things they would want, ya know? We got food, cars, fuel—and women, too,” Ennis said, looking more worried about the women than anything else.

  The thought made Graham run his hands down his tired face. He scratched at his beard and said thoughtfully, “Inside earlier, I listened to the rest making a commotion getting dinner ready. It sounds like a real family in there. It worries me. We’ve adjusted well, but maybe not in the right way.”

  “I know. We got a mom and dad with three kids, a pops, and a dog, too, though none of us is related except them twins.” Ennis let go a faintly amused smile, then added, “It could get us all killed, being too relaxed in these times, you know.”

  Graham nodded. “That’s what I’ve been thinking. We need to start keeping watch. It’s probably good training for these kids anyway, to keep them a little on edge and more vigilant.”

  “If it was me,” Ennis said, “I would put an adult with one of them kids on watch in rotation night and day. One at each entrance to this place, by the lake trail, and hidden down by the drive.”

  Graham agreed. “It gets damn cold at night now. We should build a deer stand, hidden at each site to be safer from roaming predators, and com
e up with some warning calls.”

  “We have any radios?” Ennis asked.

  “No, and the last time I checked my cell phone, there was no signal so the towers must all be out by now.” Graham met Ennis’s gaze, and continued. “Something else happened when we were out. I didn’t tell the rest, but when we stopped at the campground building, the door had been kicked in. There were bloody handprints, like someone was dragged out of there. There was a dead body, too, but I don’t think it had been there very long.”

  Ennis raised his shaggy white eyebrows at Graham. “That don’t sound too good. Hope these two things aren’t related.”

  “No, it doesn’t sound good at all. As we drove away there were several more homes in succession that also had their doors kicked in.”

  “Sure hope it ain’t them guys I saw.” Ennis’s brows drew together in a frown.

  “Well, in any case, we are not alone here, that’s for sure,” Graham said. “So we need to take better precautions and stop treating this like a damn family vacation or we’ll get ourselves killed in our sleep.”

  “Those children in there need a chance to grow up. We have to make it so they can,” Ennis said, and Graham was glad they agreed on the important things.

  Bang opened the door and told the two men that dinner was ready. “I’ll keep watch,” Ennis said to Graham. “You already put in a hard day’s work, scavengin’ and unloadin’.”

  Graham nodded. “I’ll eat quickly, relay the news to the others, and then come relieve you.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Ennis pulled up his rifle and laid it across his knees. After seeing the cougar, Graham pitied anyone crossing Ennis’s barrel end.

  Graham walked in and unconsciously stomped his boots off even though he’d not gotten them dirty. He smelled the aroma of chicken-fried venison strips, instant mashed potatoes with gravy, canned green beans, and biscuits. His stomach complained, as if to tell him to hurry the hell up to the table.

  Macy passed him the biscuits, and even though they didn’t have butter they were good to dredge through the white pan gravy Tala had made. Graham had almost devoured one and reached for another when Macy asked, “Where’s Ennis?”