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Wyoming Trucking, 9/ Ute Trucking, 3
By: Malissa Madison
We'd just returned to the diner from seeing everyone off, when a freak
gust of wind swept down the center of the highway out front sending snow
billowing in its wake. As it died down though it curved into the parking
lot and then died out as the loose snow settled again. I turned my
attention back to Momma, Daddy and Tim when Cold Winter began pointing.
"Look Mommy Angels," she said.
Turning my head I saw them walking away from where the gust of wind had
died out. It was easy to pick out the figure in the lead, even though
everyone kept looking from her to me and back again.
They stepped inside and she came straight to our table. "Missy," she
hugged me first then Momma. "Momma, I've missed you for so long." There
were genuine tears in her eyes. The rest had taken seats around the
edges by this time, and she looked around as if she was expecting
someone.
The older man who had been hanging out around Mother Rain stepped up
kissing her passionately.
"Missy, this is my husband 'Top Z'." She looked at him and asked, "Where
is Mother?"
"She said to tell you she'll be here as soon as she finishes something."
I introduced her to my kids, and told her I was sorry but Darlene and
Rose weren't here.
"I'll see Rose on Friday when I go to see Malissa. But for now," she
made a motion over her head like a round up signal and two of the
younger girls that had followed her in came over. "Missy, Momma I'd like
you to meet Toni and Mina, my own daughters."
We sat and visited and Gladys served everyone steaks, during which Rain
showed up. The two girls jumped up running to her, "Grandma!" they were
excited to see her.
"My how you've grown since I saw you last. Stephanie, it is good that I
no longer have to keep the secret."
"You knew?"
"Yes child, but the time for you to know wasn't right. And you will soon
know everything." Even my sister and those with her looked at her as if
they had no clue what she meant. "Perhaps the time is not quite right
just yet. You will know though when you go North and meet her, and it is
important you take this little one with you," she caressed Night Wolfs
hair.
We had a good visit, I found out that SSG Cousins was one of my sister's
troops, and that there were a few others around as well but not who they
were.
On Thursday as we were getting ready to leave for the last run of the
year Mother Rain showed up at the house. "Daffodil, go get your things."
I looked at her strangely why was she telling my granddaughter to go get
her things?
"Missy, I have seen this, this is a good thing for her to go and be with
her Momma and Daddy at the end of the run."
"It's ok Daffodil you can ride with me, I told her. When we get to the
staging area though you will ride with Flower and Night Wolf."
At the diner we got lined up ready to roll out, and I watched as Running
Water carried a back pack out to Red's truck and then kissed her mother
and father before climbing up into the cab beside him.
"Is it just me or does this feel strange, like something big is going to
happen?" I asked.
Everyone agreed it was strange, we'd never had this much going on during
a run before. And it only served to make us more aware of everything
around us. We talked with Jill and those left behind on the radio as we
headed north.
"Jill I hope we get back before you pop," I told her.
"Don't worry, Mother Rain says you will all three be here," she tried to
assure me.
We were making good time, and not having to clear as much snow as usual
once we crossed into Canada. Tim let Red and Flower take turns taking
the lead until we hit our first layover, Dawson Creek. This time our
Motel was right across from the diner.
We hit it just right, Old Elk and the rest were still there eating
getting ready to head out for a night of driving. Daffodil spotted them
right away.
"Mommy, Daddy," she ran happily to their table. After the initial hug
fest Darlene looked at Tim and I.
"Momma, I thought she was staying with Momma Jill," Darlene said. "I'm
thrilled to see her here." she asked, "Where's Cookie?"
"In Grammas truck."
When they were finished eating Daffodil threw a fit wanting to ride with
her new parents.
"I don't see any harm in it, she already knows more than half the
platoon escorting you," said SSG Nash.
"Don't you wish you could have your own Daughter here with you?"
Trembler asked SSG Cousins.
"Are you fucking insane?" it was Nash who'd answered. "Neither of us
want her anywhere near what is about to go down. She already went
through hell and back thinking her mother was dead once."
Trembler swallowed hard, "Sorry I wasn't thinking."
"I just hope they keep her away from any radios when we get to the
bridge," Melody said.
They were on the road making good time already, and she was really
enjoying driving the truck. She found herself wondering if Mike and
Shayla would like to live on the road like the Wyoming's and
Lightfeather's.
They'd just topped the pass heading down toward White Horse when the
radio lit up.
""Mom, how's your pressure reading? I'm getting fluid all over my
windshield," said the girl in the support truck.
"Oh shit."
"Don't pull off just stop right there Momma," said the guy riding in the
support truck.
The entire convoy was stopped in the middle of the road now.
"Ease it on in Zoey, you're doing fine. Just a bit more, there," she
heard the load click as the front bumper hooked into a special plate
they had installed onto the back of the trailer before leaving. Now the
men were busy hooking up hoses and turning valves.
Of course I understood what they were doing, they were searching for the
leak.
Hey Spider, we need you to take one of the Hummers and run into White
Horse and find us a ten foot, three quarter inch hydraulic line. We'll
be following, but it might take us a while to get there."
"I better lead off," said the plow driver named Long dog. "I know where
the shop is."
So the two trucks together were going to limp the trailer along until
they could get the new line on. Now it made sense, the rear truck was
matching speed and maintaining the hydraulics so the front truck didn't
lose any more precious fluid. But the front truck had less breaking
power without the hydraulic pumps turning.
It took us about four hours to reach the shop, and another thirty
minutes to get someone there to get the hose. Then the Hummer raced back
the way we'd come.
"So what now?" Melody asked Long Dog.
"We sit tight and wait for them to catch up," answered the young girl in
his truck.
"Yes and we find out why that Suburban keeps popping up," said her
husband as the vehicle cruised by slowly.
Opening her laptop she sent a message to Stephanie. Five minutes later
she got an answer back.
"Blackfoot Princess is clear to take any measures necessary." Meaning
she was cleared to take out the Suburban if it popped up again.
Long Dog was busy chatting with one of the RCMP's then came back and
said, "I think they just ran into trouble. Our friends over there just
confirmed a traffic stop by another patrol that turned up automatic
weapons."
By the time the rest of their convoy caught up it was noon. And the
other convoy was right behind them.
"We're beat," Old elk told Tim. "We need a good rest so we can start in
again tonight."
"We'll lager down here then. It won't do us any good to get ahead of
you."
Tim and I were busy notifying the trucks waiting in White Horse for us
to hold tight and wait for the lead rigs to pass. "If you get in front
of them you'll just prolong the wait before we can get started." They
were warned.
Around two PM Jill called. "Hey guys, I got someone here that says he
needs to talk to Spider." I looked at Melody across from us at the
diner.
"What's his name?" she asked.
"Jill, what's this person's name?"
"O'Connell, and the girls name is Amy."
Melody took the phone. "Corporal, authenticate. Cherry Pit."
"Apple Pie."
"Ok hand the phone back to the lady a minute." "Mrs Wyoming he's ok, you
can call her to come and get the little girl."
We talked with Jill and the guy had left the little girl with her. Now
she had Billy, Shayla and Amy to take care of until spider and Lorelei
returned from Yellow Stone. Before she hung up though she said that
Mother Rain was there helping her.
As we pulled out at nightfall, I looked back to see forty three trucks
lined up in the motels waiting to fall into line behind us.
Daffodil was sitting between TooTall and I, as he finally reached our
average cruising speed. And we could hear Stan talking with Daddy on the
radio.
"I'm telling you Hopper, this is going to be the biggest convoy ever.
I've got sixty three trucks sitting here waiting already. Any ideas what
I should do?" asked Stan.
"You know, a couple of little birds told me I'd need all our plows we
could spare on this run," Daddy told him. "Contact the more remote
villages and find out if we can get a couple of plows in to them."
"Already done that Hopper. But I doubt even your plows could get into
the ones we don't usually hit."
"What about Tanana, Bettles and Allakaket? They have stabilized gravel
going in," asked Daddy
"Yeah you could probably make it into those. But I doubt you could get
any further out than that."
"What about Rampart?" I heard Red ask.
"Forget it, they got no road of any kind. But if you can make it to
Tanana, we can have the villagers waiting on the road closest to their
village. We just need to give them a jump off time so they can get the
Dog sleds out."
"Hey Beast, You want a good trail plow at your back?" I heard someone
else ask, then recognized the voice as Lightfoot's."
"Sure thing Dude. Dad how about it?"
"Ok son, if it's ok with Old Elk."
"Hopper, if I can't have faith in my oldest son, who can I have faith
in? Besides he's driving a 'T' this trip."
"Ok we got that one ironed out then. "Nikki, you and Raven have the
lead."
We were just getting ready to head out, listening to the radio for the
HET's to get across the Yukon Bridge when Hatchetman called Tim on his
Cell phone.
"Yeah Hatch, what's up?"
"Damned if I know. Do you hear that sound in the background?" he asked.
I could hear the sound of a pair of idling Diesel engines.
"Yeah whose trucks are those?"
"Tim grab onto your ass and sit down for this one," Hatch said.
"Ok, I'll bite is that Makenzie?"
"Tim its Makenzie and the Beast both," he waited for a response.
"You're shitting me. Both of those trucks are deadlined. The Beast
hasn't run in years." Tim said.
"Tim," Jill said. "I can't explain it. You know how Missy's sister had
that freaky plane parked next to Makenzie at the Stop?"
"Yeah."
"Billy and Shayla were out there playing in her and she just started
up," Jill said. "Little Joe looked her over, and damned if she isn't
good as new. I had Him drive her up here and park her in the lean-to
next to the Beast yesterday. And then this morning, uh, this morning the
kids were playing in the Beast and she started. I called Hatchet to come
up here and check it out. Tim what's going on?"
"Damned if I know Babe, but if it means we have two more trucks we
hadn't counted on then I won't ask too many questions." Then Tim said,
"Have Little Joe go over them both, just in case it's a fluke or
something."
After they hung up I could see how Tim was a bit freaked out. "Tim, it's
like some major miracles are happening."
"I know Love. I sure as hell can't explain any of it though."
"Do we tell Darlene about Makenzie?"
"Not until they get that Bridge where it's going. We can tell her once
we hit Prudhoe."
"Just keep it steady, this bridge is way messed up," called Long Dog.
"What'd they do spray it down with water for the last month?"
"Come on everyone keep it steady, one truck at a time," advised Old Elk.
We were spaced out so that as soon as he cleared the bridge TooTall and
I were just starting across. I was beginning to wonder why he'd
commented about the ice when we cleared the end and Cat started across
with SSG Cousins right behind him.
Almost in the middle of the bridge we heard her say, "Shit I'm losing
it,"
I was looking in the side mirror trying to see her truck. Then as
horrifying a sight as I ever wanted to see, I watched as it careened out
of control going over the edge.
"We just lost the Spider truck." "Keep moving you can't stop on this
hill." "We'll hold up in Kanuti Station, someone get my daughter out of
that truck," Old Elk yelled over the radio. It was like total chaos as
everyone started in, the military Hummers and personnel stopping to try
and find a survivor.
"Tim," Dad called over the radio.
"We heard, I'll have Nikki take a sand hopper for the bridge. Any sign
of survivors?"
"Not from the truck," Old Elk said sounding detached as if he'd actually
lost his daughter. "It took a Hummer with it, but those guys are ok they
were too light to break through the ice."
I was praying to the Great Spirit that Melody made it out ok. That the
ice hadn't been so thick it caused too much damage to the truck for her
to get out.
When we heard Daddy's group leaving the Staging area we started moving
again. The snowmobiles had brought her back to the convoy and she was
bundled up in someone's sleeper getting warmed back up. A patrol from
the Alaska State Police was following the other convoy to do an official
report since it had been the military convoy that had lost two vehicles.
I knew the Hummer wasn't supposed to go over the side, so I had to
wonder what had really happened.
As we passed through Coldfoot I could hear the other convoy talking
about seeing the latest accident. 'Good,' I thought. 'My newest sister
in-law was safe.' And I knew that Melody Cousins was safe too, she was
in Mom and Dad's truck.
"Crap there isn't anyone here," Red said over the radio. "Lightfoot, you
go ahead with the rest, I'm going to take these two trucks in to the
village."
"We'll go slowly, you catch up after you get those trucks in." It was
two miles from the road to the village at the edge of the river.
"Hey little Brother, you doing ok?" Darlene asked over the radio ten
minutes later.
"Yeah Sis, how about you?"
"We're five by five," Darlene answered. "Another three hours and we
should be dropping the bridge for deployment."
"Yeah well I think I got a load of trouble here. There's no one in this
village, its empty."
"Beast, say that again," asked Stan from the staging point.
"This damned village is empty. Not a soul in sight. We're turning
around, heading back to the road."
"Did you try the village shelter?" asked Stan.
"Didn't know they had one," stated Red. "Wait there's a chain link
fence."
Five minutes later he reported that he found it and was dropping the
supplies. Then said they needed Doctors there pretty badly. "Almost
everyone is sick. We're moving on before we catch whatever it is."
We listened to Red and Darlene as we started out from Kanuti Station.
When we finally reached Coldfoot we had to stop for the night.
"I'll be back in a few minutes guys," said Flower over the radio. "I'm
going to clear the Airfield."
I was getting worried about Darlene and TooTall, their group had been
pushing it straight through since they left Kanuti Station. At one point
we managed to catch a faint conversation over their open links.
They were trading out drivers on the fly, meaning they weren't stopping
to do it.
"Hold up, oh shit it's dropping too fast," Darlene yelled over the
radio. "I just lost the third set of Tandems. We're dragging the load on
the ice."
"Dad, we're still moving, we gotta get it around this last turn," said
TooTall.
"Don't try to drag it across the bridge. They'll just have to offload
and drive that thing the last ten miles," advised Old Elk.
"We got just enough room to get the HET off to the side. Cat, you and
Longreach follow on. Dad and Mom might need you up there."
But instead he stayed behind us to give the Army types light to see by.
We'd unhooked and turned around to light up the area from our direction.
Then TooTall and I got out to try and find why we'd lost pressure.
There were three hoses that had snapped off at the valve junction. "The
turn was too tight, I knew these hoses were too short," my husband told
me. "They've been repaired before. Hell I'm surprised they made it this
far."
Just then the M1 started up, as it smoothed out we saw one man on the
ground with burning flares waving them giving the driver directions.
I'd been worried about how we were going to get it off the trailer if we
couldn't pull the front tandems loose. Now we watched as it neutral
steered until the offside track was clear of the trailer. Slowly it
inched forward as the ground guide backed up using the flares to direct
the driver.
Suddenly there were dancing lights in the sky following the river,
coming fast. But we heard nothing, there were six of them and they
circled the bridge and then hovered a few hundred yards out.
"Are those helicopters?" I asked TooTall.
But it was SSG Nash that answered. "Those aren't Choppers, hell I don't
know what they are but I don't think they're hostile, more likely
curious." He sounded as if he'd seen them before.
Suddenly they took off following the road back toward Coldfoot, and were
gone.
"Pretty Mommy," said Daffodil she was smiling happily. "I bet they help
uncle Red."
"I think your uncle Red could use it too," I commented.
About twenty minutes later we heard Red and Lightfoot.
"I don't know where they came from, but if you look at what they're
doing you'll see," Red was saying.
"Clearing the Sled Trail between here and Tanana," finished Lightfoot.
"I'm glad they're on our side. I was getting worried. This shit is so
deep I could hardly see where the trail was."
"Yeah well you're still in the lead, I don't have enough room to get
around," Red told him.
After we knew the AVLB was across the bridge we decided to turn around
and follow.
"What about the trailer?" I asked.
"We leave it here. The Army will get another truck in here in the spring
to recover it along with the AVLB."
The first one was already at the missing section of bridge. We got out
and walked with Daffodil between us up to watch with Mom and Dad as it
crept up to the edge. Then slowly the folded section of bridge began
lifting upward at the back, opening out as it slowly extended out and
over the first missing span. It was fully extended and coming down
slowly.
Pointing to the back of the tank body TooTall drew my attention as I
watched it lifting up under the extended weight of the bridge. Suddenly
the back raised clear up off the ground, rocking forward on the front of
the tracks as the end of the bridge slammed down hard onto the concrete
support in the middle of the missing spans. Slowly as the hydraulic
cylinder finished extending the rear lowered to the ground.
Crews carrying what looked like huge guns rushed out to the far end and
we saw the flashes and heard the loud bangs as the anchoring pins were
blasted into place. It took them another ten minutes to unhook the tank
body from the center pivot of the bridge span. Then the one we'd hauled
crept out to the end of the new span to begin its own deployment.
"You realize this is going to put those tank hulls out front," Cat said.
"I hate to think of idling along behind something that slow."
"Slow," said one of the tankers. "Without the bridge on top that baby
will run flat out at seventy miles an hour."
"Yeah well you have highway tracks on it, that'll slow you down,"
pointed out my father in-law.
"Not for long," and we saw the crews with wrenches removing the rubber
pads between the heavy cleats of the tracks.
An hour later the job was finished and the Army engineers had safety
inspected it and given the ok to start crossing.
After we got across the last bridge we pulled off to sleep. But all
night we kept hearing Red and Lightfoot. They made it to Tanana, and
were heading back the way they'd come. The dancing lights had begun
buzzing them as they started out for the next stop and Daddy told them
he thought it might be a warning.
They called Stan and he said the next village would be waiting at Kanuti
Station. I wasn't surprised that the pair was making better time in the
back tracking. They'd only be about half a day behind the rest. Which
meant they'd be behind our Momma's and Daddy.
The two tanks had taken half our escort and continued on so we were left
there to catch up on much needed rest.
I woke up to hearing Daffodil talking to Shayla on the radio. They were
talking about Melody and SSG Nash and how Shayla was going to get to be
with her Mommy and Daddy both now. And then about Tabitha's older sister
being there at the house. They were still talking when Daddy
interrupted.
"Sweetie, you can wake up your Mommy and Daddy now. Or you'll miss the
rest of us."
I could hear the rest of the convoy coming, and said, "Daff, Sweetie hit
the horn and wake up the rest."
She giggled as she laid on the air horn, to be answered by the other two
and by Nikki as they passed.
She sat at the window her eyes big as she saw all the trucks still in
the river. Someone had been doing a lot of salvage. But still there were
quite a few frames sticking up through the ice. Red and Lightfoot still
hadn't caught up yet.
It was when we stopped at Dead Horse that they finally caught up to us.
"I'm telling you dad, it was like they were leading us, showing us which
way to go," Lightfoot told Dad and Daddy.
As we started out to finish the trip the rest of the military escort
returned, and suddenly all of them were saying goodbye. They had just
gotten a priority mission someplace else." Melody and Mike as we now
thought of them said they were staying with us, to pick up Shayla on the
way.
But there were now twelve of the serious looking Hummers, and they were
moving faster than I thought possible over the icy roads. I just hoped
they didn't have any trouble.
Pulling into the finish point we lined up and refueled before grabbing a
room for a good night's sleep. Daffodil waited up for Daddy and Momma to
get finished dropping their trailers. It seemed like the military was in
some sort of freaked out mode or something.
Following Tim through the gates to drop our trailers of JP4 it seemed
like the Army types were edgy. There was a lot of activity over at the
airfield but we couldn't see what was going on. Whatever it was maybe it
wasn't too serious, I hoped.
As I was shutting Beauty down next to Jumper, Daffodil came running out
to us. BJ leaned over and picked her up, carrying her on her hip as we
headed to the office for our room key.
It was amazing how quickly she took to being part of the family. One
thing for sure, she loved kids, and having them around.
We'd no sooner gotten to our room than Old Elk knocked on the door with
Swallow.
"Tim, can we come in and talk?" he asked.
"Sure, but the ladies are already in bed," Tim told him.
Swallow responded by heading for the private part of the room. Stepping
past the room divider she put her finger to her lips requesting that we
just listen.
"I don't like the way the Military is acting Tim. Something's either
happening or about to happen."
"Elk, I don't like it either. I'd be for heading out right this minute
but the rest are totally wiped out, especially Red and Lightfoot. I
think we shouldn't waste any time though, as soon as they're all awake I
want to head out."
"Agreed. Did you see the way they were looking at our trucks when we
pulled through the gate?" Old Elk hesitated, "Our escort stopped long
enough to tell us they'd just gotten another priority mission, and
they'd picked up reinforcements. But Cousins and Nash stayed with us so
they could pick up their daughter."
I could tell by his voice that Old Elk was a bit worried.
"You want to set up a watch?" Tim asked.
"Tom Cat's already on it. I'll relieve him in an hour. Then you can
relieve me an hour after that."
"Elk, no one is going to take any of our trucks," assured Tim.
Usually we spent the night at the end point having sex and sleeping. I'm
sure that was what Darlene and Red were doing with their co-drivers. But
with Daffodil there it was a bit hard to do anything but sleep. When Tim
took his turn he sat and wrote notes. Then passed them under the doors
to everyone's room. 'Come to the diner ASAP'.
After his hour of watch the six of us headed over to the diner. Daffodil
was ravenous as she ate two stacks of pancakes. Then I noticed a
waitress talking to someone but I couldn't see his face, she just kept
looking in our direction as they talked.
"Tim?"
"We know, and yes that conversation is about us by the way she's
acting."
As we sat we caught little snippets of conversations. "You can't get
near them." "We almost lost a sky crane trying to land on top." "Not
even a dozer can get past that, whatever it is."
We heard mention of the strange lights before 'they just appeared out of
nowhere.'
"As soon as everyone has eaten, we're all leaving together," said Tim.
He didn't just mean the diner. He meant every truck of our two convoys.
Whatever was happening sparked a sense of urgency in Tim and Old Elk,
one that I'd learned to trust.
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