Gateway What Lies BeyondChapter 58
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I saw to it that all our water bottles and skins were filled up before we started. We ate a couple of energy bars for lunch and then we headed out. It took us all day to work our way down from the cave to the edge of the tree line. The first five hundred yards was so steep that all three of us had to shift one sled, and then return for the other, to get them both down. I had to tie a rope to the sled and anchor it with my weight as Clara and Gabby guided the sled down the slope to where the grade levelled off enough that we could haul the sled through the forest and out into the open. Then we did the same with the second one. By the time we finally reached the tree-line and the open plateau beyond it, we’d drunk half our water supply and were exhausted.
“We’ll camp here, tonight,” I told the two women as we all flopped down on the ground and collapsed. “We should be safe so long as we post a guard.”
“Are you sure we should stop here?” Gabby asked from where she was lying. “Isn’t the drop site just a few miles away from here? What if Quantum punches through to this timeline while we’re here, and they send a drone looking for us. Won’t they find us?”
“Yeah,” I grunted back at her, feeling too tired to try and reassure her, “and if they do, then we’ll have to deal with it when it happens. Unfortunately, I’m bagged and I’m pretty certain both of you are tired, as well. No matter what the risk is, there is no way I can move us from this location to the far side of the plateau before dark. We’ll just have to risk Quantum finding us.”
I got no argument after that.
I lay there and rested for another ten minutes or so, before I forced myself up off the ground. I could feel myself drifting off, and to let that happen would have been really stupid. Getting to my feet with a groan I took a look at both ladies. They were actually already asleep. I just sighed and then went over to them to wake them up. I tapped the good doctor on the foot first, earning myself an annoyed groan in reply and then I went and did the same to Gabby. It took two attempts to get them both up.
“Wakey-wakey, rise and shine ladies,” I called out as they began to stir. “It isn’t time for bed yet, so get up and get to work.”
I got called a bastard for that. Still the two women got up after a little more prodding.
“What do you want us to do?” Clara asked in an irritated voice, glaring at me as she said it.
“Well, you’ve got two options to pick from,” I told her, grinning playfully as I did. “You can stay here and Gabby and you can build a fire ring and get a fire started so we can have some supper; or, if you want, you can take our water bottles and skins and hike southward for a mile or so until you hit that creek we followed yesterday to get some water for us to drink. It’s your choice.”
They chose staying where they were. I knew that they would.
I grabbed my carbine and all the water containers, and headed off sticking close to the tree line as I went. Personally I was happy to be going. I was actually using the trip to spy out the land and to see where the best place was to ford the creek with the least amount of effort. Unfortunately the really narrow part of the stream was further upstream from where we were and that was deep in the forest and there was no way we were going to go back in there with the loads we were trying to shift.
I did eventually find a spot that we could cross with some effort, mostly on my part. Once I’d found it, I marked it so I could find it again tomorrow, and then I went and filled up the water bottles and skins. With that chore done I turned about and headed back towards where I’d left the ladies. It only took me half an hour at a jog to get back to them. To my annoyance I walked in on them, and they were totally unaware of my approach.
“You know you two are going to have to try and stay alert a little more than you are right now,” I growled as I made my presence known to Clara and Gabby. They were both sitting on the ground, leaning up against one of the sleds just resting. Both women literally jumped when they heard my voice. It was funny to see, but I wasn’t laughing. I just kept right on in at them. “If you don’t either a big, bad predator is going to get you, or a band of local men will and we all know what they’ll do to you if they don’t just slit your throats.”
“Damn you,” Clara snapped back at me angrily, as she tried to recover from the start I’d given her. She was on her feet now and glaring at me. “Do you want to give us heart attacks? That wasn’t very nice.”
“It might not be nice,” I told her gruffly as I walked up to where she was standing and I handed her a water bottle, “but it is better than the alternative. Think about it!”
I didn’t harp on it after that. I was too tired. I broke out supper from our packs. Tonight we’d be having beef stroganoff with mashed potatoes. Yum! The coffee I made to go with it tasted better!
The women didn’t say much through the meal. I figured they were still pissed at me. Either that or they were trying to keep the meal down. I didn’t know which, and personally I didn’t care. I did talk to them once I’d finished eating and I was eating my desert; chocolate chip cookies.
“I did a little reconnaissance while I was out getting us water,” I told them in a matter of fact manner. “Regardless of which way we look at it, we’ve got to ford water on our trek across the plateau to the cave system I want to check out. In fact, we’ll probably have to do it more than once before we get where I want to go. I’ve decided that we’ll head south in the morning and cross the creek we walked up yesterday. I found a spot where the banks are close enough together that we should be able to just shove the sled over from one side to the other. It’ll take a little cooperation and a lot off muscle especially from me to keep the sled from dropping, but I think we can do it and most likely we can do it quickly and with relative ease. Once across we can swing towards the southeast and see just how far we can travel in a day pulling those blasted sleds.”
“Okay,” Clara murmured thoughtfully, “that sounds good to me.”
“It sounds good to me as well,” Gabby stated, adding her two cents to the conversation. “So we should go to bed and get some sleep, right? It’s going to be a long day tomorrow as well.”
“It will be,” I agreed readily, though I sighed as I said it. “Unfortunately we need to post a guard tonight. Have either of you done that before?’
“No, I haven’t stood guard in my life,” Clara responded first in a tone tinged with a hint of privilege that I’d rarely heard her use before. “I was a doctor. Other people stood guard.”
“Well, tonight you’ll be learning a new skill,” I told her firmly, “and you don’t really have much choice in the matter. We’ll all be standing watch, from now until we have a safe place to live.”
That didn’t please the good doctor. I could read it in her face as she bit back whatever she had wanted to say in reply to me telling her she really had no choice. It showed character that she could do it. I had to give her that. Fortunately, Gabby spoke up at that moment to let me know that she’d stood guard before, and she was willing to stand one now. In a way it defused the anger that the good doctor was fighting to keep in. For whatever reason, Clara couldn’t stay pissed off at me if Gabby was okay with what I was suggesting.
I made the command decision that Clara would stand the first watch. I figured it would be better than having to wake her up in the night, and for her to keep awake. I would pull the midnight to three in the morning shift, since I was the one more experienced at dealing with broken sleep during the night. That gave Gabby the three to six in the morning duty. It would allow her to recoup most of her strength for the hard day of work a head. The same was true for Clara. She’d also end up getting six straight hours of sleep. Once the schedule was agreed upon, I took Clara aside, and gave her basic instructions as to how to stand guard in the middle of nowhere. I wanted to make certain she understood what she needed to do to keep us safe, and to keep herself awake.
We were fortunate in that amongst all the stuff Kim had packed into our packs, she’d included watches for everyone. That meant that we had time pieces to keep track of time. Once I was done talking with Clara, I had a talk with Gabby. Once that was done, I pulled out my air mattress and sleeping bag and I went to sleep.
Clara woke me on time. She had nothing to report, except that she was tired. I sent her off to bed and pulled my watch. It was a quiet night with very little nocturnal activity where we were camped out. When my watch was over, I woke up Gabby. She got up without a problem, and I went back to bed.
The next morning it was a quick breakfast, and then we were trekking towards the creek. The sleds worked better out on the open terrain than they had in the woods. They still took a lot of muscle power to shift, but it was more of a continuous effort in comparison to what we’d gone through the day before. In an hour’s time we made the creek. Half hour later we had both sleds across and on the other side. We took a fifteen minute break to recoup our strength and energy, and then we were off once again. We walked until sunset and made camp. The next five days were all the same. We got up, walked eight to nine hours covering anywhere from a dozen to fifteen miles a day, and then we camped.
For the most part we didn’t see much. Once heading southeast we found that the terrain was broad, open, and uninteresting to look at. Occasionally we spotted a small herd of something or other, but that was it. We definitely didn’t run into any locals and more fortuitously, we didn’t run into any predators.
The weather held which was a good thing. I don’t think anyone would have been pleased if it had pissed down on us. It made crossing the few streams and creeks we came to relatively easy, as well.
By the morning of the seventh day since arrival in the past, we had reached the south-eastern foothills. When we reached them, we swung our course southward towards the plateau that lay nestled in the open hook of the mountain range. As we trudged on, we noticed that the ground was taking on an upward incline. It slowed us down a bit, but it didn’t stop us. We just gritted our teeth and pressed on. Two day’s later we reached the mouth of the valley I was looking for.
“So this is it,” Clara huffed dismissively as she plopped herself down on the contents of the sled that she and Gabby were pulling. “It’s about time! How much further do we have to go?”
In response I pulled out the map that Kim had given me. Opening it up and spreading it out on the ground between us, I put a couple of small stones down on the surface of it.
“That’s us,” I declared taking on the tone of the lecturer. “By my calculations we’ve got at least another day or maybe two to walk, before we get to the caves I want to check out. It all depends on the terrain in there. The valley is quite long as you can see looking at the map and the caves are about halfway up its length on the other side of the valley. Before we can get over there, we’re going to have to find someway to ford the river.”
The river I was speaking about ran down the centre of the valley, and then out onto the plateau. From where we were standing I could tell that the river banks were a good distance apart. It would take finding a reasonably good ford to cross, before we could easily get to the other side. At the very worst we would have to unpack everything and carry each item across one at a time and then reload the sleds on the other side. I was hoping that wouldn’t have to happen.
“So are we going to camp here tonight,” Gabby asked tiredly, “or are we going to press on.”
“I’d like to press on for a mile or so,” I stated knowing full well I wasn’t making friends in doing so. “I can see that there is a finger of land up ahead with trees growing on it, jutting out into the valley. I’d like to spend the night there. We’ll be more sheltered, and we’ll most likely find some fire wood.”
That had been a bone of contention during our trek across the open and up the slope onto the plateau. There had been little to no fuel for our campfire most nights. Occasionally we’d find a stick lying in the grass or more commonly some dried animal dung, but it was never enough to get a fire started to heat up our MRE’s. The women were getting sick and tired of eating them cold. So was I, but then I’d done it before so I knew how to grin and bear it. They didn’t. When I mentioned the possibility of a real campfire, they stopped their complaining.
The little finger of land was bigger than I thought. It was also densely covered with a wide assortment of coniferous and deciduous trees. Once we got there, I pulled us around the tip of the finger and into the lee of it. It turned out that there was a nice clear area behind it that looked like a decent place to pitch a campsite. It helped that there was a creek running down out of the trees, and towards the river that ran the length of the valley. It meant access to water, which was something we hadn’t had for a couple of days. Personally, I really needed a bath.
“This is it,” I declared once I’d taken a quick look about. “We’ll camp here, tonight.”
The women dropped to the ground with a sigh of relief. I let them have five minutes while I took a quick look around. The first thing I did was to wander about in the tree line. I looked for signs of animal activity, and I found plenty of it. Most of it looked like rabbit or deer, but I did spot sign that suggested that there was a wolf in the area. Once I was done walking near the trees, I strolled over to the creek. What I saw there was even more telling. There was a clear and distinguishable ford. The bank on both sides of the waterway had been broken down at some time or another. There was a slew of tracks there all jumbled up. From the look of it we were about to pitch camp along a major trail. To me, that just wouldn’t do. Still, I wasn’t ready to rouse the ladies without giving them a game plan that they could readily accept. With that thought in mind, I took another look around. That was when I spotted the rock outcropping on top of the hill. It looked like a place we could get to without too much effort. I decided to check it out.
The outcropping stood on the edge of the finger of land that jutted into the valley, right where the finger joined the climbing foothills that led up towards the distant mountain range. It took me five minutes to climb up to it. It turned out to be well sheltered. The rock outcropping was composed of a number of large boulders that formed sort of a wall overlooking the little woods and the creek that ran through it. Behind the boulders were an open spot, and then a cluster of evergreens. I found sign there that the spot had been used before by someone else. The sign was old, but still intact. Someone had left a fire ring in place for others to use. It was like an engraved invitation to move in and set up camp for the night. I decided it was time to tell the women. Stepping to the edge of the outcropping I looked over it so that I could holler down to the women. That’s when I spotted movement in the trees.
The movement was a doe. It was deep in the trees, and was headed along a track towards the creek and the ford that crossed it. It was moving slowly, and it hadn’t smelled or heard either the women or myself. The doe was no more than two hundred yards away, and from where I was standing, I knew instinctively that I could easily drop it. Without hesitation, that is exactly what I did. I put a round into the back of the animal’s head.
An M4 carbine doesn’t make much noise, comparatively, when it is put up against some of the bigger toys that soldiers play with on the modern battlefield. Still, when it is the only weapon that makes noise on an entire planet; when you fire it, it wakes up the neighbourhood. Birds took to the air, I heard other animals crashing about in the woods, and both Clara and Gabby jumped up off the ground. They pulled their pistols not knowing what I was shooting at. I just had to laugh.
“Everything is fine,” I called down to them when I noticed that they were looking up in my direction. “I just shot supper. I’ll be down in a moment and explain.”
To put it plainly, neither woman were willing to forgive me for scaring the crap out of them when I’d taken the shot. Yes, I’d bagged a doe and we’d be having venison tonight instead of spaghetti in a boil-a-bag; but that just wasn’t enough for them, especially when I told them that we’d have to move camp. That just pissed the women off some more. All I could do is sigh aloud, give them the eye, and press on.
I grabbed a few items off my sled, and then I headed off into the bush in search of the doe. Clara and Gabby decided to follow after me. It didn’t take us long to find the animal. My burst of fire had been dead on. I’d taken the back of the doe’s head off. It had dropped where I’d shot it.
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Durt led us into the forest. The trail we were following was narrow. It quickly turned away from the broad flowing river and headed inland, climbing uphill as it meandered about trees and outcroppings of rock. The rest of us followed him in silence. For the most part the trail was bare earth and mud. It climbed one hill and then it slid down the other side, falling into a ravine or a gully only to start climbing again, the hill that lay beyond it. It was wet and miserable in the forest....
The riders were indeed Horse People. They rode in at a gallop, kicking up grass and dirt as they did, and they only reined in their mounts at the last moment, when their lead rider spotted me waving them down. “Greetings, riders!” I called out to the men as they brought their horses to a halt a few feet away from me, falling back on my rusty knowledge of their language. “What brings the Horse People off the great plateau into this valley? Are you hunting, or are you looking for someone?” My...
I will not brag that my chat with my people in December resolved all the difficulties facing our budding community, and I will not imply that my relationship with the other women improved once I’d bedded Binda. In truth it didn’t, in either case, though life did get easier in a manner of speaking. People started coming to me to arbitrate for them when something came up. Even Sygor seemed to have relaxed a bit. It helped that he’d taken an interest in Trika. Trika was a cute girl who was...
Bob the Quartermaster wasn’t a major issue to me until he made himself one. That was his mistake. The fact was that I wanted to wrap up business at the base, hand everything over to Burton and Monty, and head north. I wanted to get home, see my women and children, speak to my friends, and then go looking for Winslow. To me Winslow was the number one bad guy. Bob changed that. I’d spoken to Monty about getting a couple of drones into the air. He’d told me he’d look into it. I left him to the...
I left Sygor to watch Winslow’s headquarters, while the rest of us packed up and headed out to sweep the rest of the buildings about us. I wanted to make certain none of the bad guys were hiding in them, before doing anything else. I figured that securing our back would give me time to come up with a plan to take Winslow down without getting half my men killed. As we left, I ordered Tonko and his men to take the prisoners we had over to the mess hall and leave them there, for now. It would be...
I flew out with Burton and his team. Clara didn’t want me to go, but I told her it was necessary as I wanted the opportunity to see what the terrain was like south of our location. More importantly, I felt I needed to be there just in case Lottie decided to act up, and tried to screw up the operation. Dunbar was riding shotgun, but he needed someone there to keep an eye on Sarah during the flight, particularly after Burton and the others had been dropped off. We’d covered up the shattered...
Gabby started by squatting down across from where the boy was standing so she could speak to the boy without shouting, and to look him in the eye. She started with the old stand by in trying to communicate with the pointing to herself and saying her name and then pointing to the boy. It didn’t take long for the boy to catch on. The boy pointed to himself and said, “Gort.” From there Gabby moved on to Clara’s name and then mine. Once the boy had repeated those, Gabby got into the really...
Our trek back to the cave took us four and a half days of walking. The main reason it took so long, was the fact that I wanted to do some sightseeing. I picked a route that took us down towards the lake, before swinging west. I wanted to get a good look at the lay of the land in this region. Before leaving, I’d held a short council with the men of the village and the shaman. Many were concerned that I was leaving them without a leader. I didn’t care too much about that, given that we were...
November led into December and we became even more cave bound than before. It snowed almost every week for at least three to four days per week, and it was definitely cold outside the cave. Sneaking off to the latrine was a major endeavour. In fact, chamber pots started springing up in secluded corners of the cave. The women had brought them with them from the hilltop village and from the Horse People. They helped, but they needed to be emptied every day, too. Water also became a problem...
It continued to snow for the next two weeks. By the time it actually stopped, the valley floor was covered in so much snow that without snowshoes, a person sank down almost to their chest. It made moving about very difficult, at best. The snow didn’t stop me from getting my work done. Time was of the essence! I couldn’t waste a moment of it, just because the weather was against us. While what I could actually achieve was limited, a lot did get done. I spent the first couple of days...
I was down below our valley, amongst the tree shrouded slopes that dominated the terrain south of where we lived. I’d been down there hunting often over the past two summers, once all the construction had been taken care of up at the enclosure. It was a great place to stalk deer and wild boar and even an occasional bear. I was with Gogra, Rugar, and Sygor that day. We were on foot, our horses trailing behind us on lead ropes as we walked the hillside path in search of our prey. The gunshot...
Life got interesting shortly after my party took off to go hunting, and the two young women returned to their people in the compound. I’d paced about for a bit, waiting for something to happen. I’d figured that once the two young women got inside the compound and they’d told their story to this Womack character that he’d be back up on the roof of the command post container shouting down at me. Hopefully from there, we’d strike up a dialogue. I didn’t expect him to throw open the gate to the...
It happened the morning of day fifteen of our sojourn into the past, a week after having met Gort and Unna. By then Unna was up and about, wanting to prove her usefulness. To my amazement I found out that the little girl was smart. I know I shouldn’t have assumed otherwise; but then again, I’d spent the last dozen years or so of my life being a soldier. I hadn’t been exposed to kids, and I had no idea about how smart they really were. I found out the error of my ways when Unna pointed out to...
As it turned out, getting the price demanded by Tako wasn’t a big problem. Lottie had spotted a herd of wild cattle a few miles up the valley we were in, to the east of our big grassy meadow. She’d spotted the animals as she’d been looking around for some place to put the helicopter down. It only meant that we needed to hoof it cross country for a bit to get to the herd. If she’d been one of my women, I’d have given her a kiss. Instead I just thanked her for the information and gathered my...
CHAPTER 3: THE GATEWAY BOYSMy eyes crack open the next morning to the filtered light of a clear sky. The sheers softly move on the breeze. The muted sounds of my isolated property filter in through the open balcony French doors. I tentatively search the room without moving my head. I see nothing except the furnishings of my bedroom. I cautiously lift my head and turn my body to search further. I still see nothing. Of course, all seven could be here and I wouldn’t know it unless they...
CHAPTER 1: GATEWAY HOUSEThe real estate agent turns her signal on. We are traveling down a county road dozens of miles from the nearest small town that held her office. I find myself leaning forward against the seat belt in anticipate that we must be getting close but I can’t see where the next turn is among the trees ahead on either side of the narrow, paved road. From all reports, the property we are nearing by the mile is a steal, almost a give-away … perfect for what I have been looking...
The real estate agent turns her signal on. We are traveling down a county road dozens of miles from the nearest small town that held her office. I find myself leaning forward against the seat belt in anticipate that we must be getting close but I can’t see where the next turn is among the trees ahead on either side of the narrow, paved road. From all reports, the property we are nearing by the mile is a steal, almost a give-away … perfect for what I have been looking for. I turn from the...
My eyes crack open the next morning to the filtered light of a clear sky. The sheers softly move on the breeze. The muted sounds of my isolated property filter in through the open balcony French doors. I tentatively search the room without moving my head. I see nothing except the furnishings of my bedroom. I cautiously lift my head and turn my body to search further. I still see nothing. Of course, all seven could be here and I wouldn’t know it unless they materialize. I throw off the...
I had fallen into the mindset of wondering how idyllic my situation had become. The house and property are a dream come true. This is comfortably isolated, private, beautiful, and peaceful. For once in my life since … a very long time, I am content and satisfied physically and emotionally. Professionally, my writing flows with detailed eroticism; I am actually nervously excited to see what my agent thinks. And, personally, I have a group of middle-aged women in town I enjoy from time to...
It took four weeks for us to empty the compound, and in truth we still left a lot of stuff behind. Unfortunately, it started raining near the end, making dragging travois and crossing fords much more difficult than they had been previously for my people. It actually rained all the way home to the cave, on the last trip. The locals moved in with little or no problem. By that point the communication issue had been resolved. It also helped that all of them knew at least half of the people in my...
I had actually met Cadar a few times in the past, when I had visited the Horse People just after I had taught Agar how to ride. The man was medium tall, in his late thirties or early forties, well weathered in appearance, yet still physically fit and healthy looking. He even had all of his teeth. He had been a hunter on the verge of retiring when I had first met him, but like Agar and Gogra, the man had seen the benefit of using bows, hunting lances, and riding horses. He’d caught onto what I...
“So was it a good night?” Dunbar enquired as we rode across the floor of a small valley towards the distant forest where we knew that Maket’s village stood. It was early in the morning. I just grunted in reply. I was still feeling my age. Terry had brought the ‘Heather’ in just after dawn. He and Bayla had slept the night away on deck while Ohba and the three lovelies spent the night wearing me out. It had been late when we’d finally fallen asleep, and I hadn’t wanted to wake so early....
The wedding turned out to be a smash hit! Everyone on the base came to it, regardless of the fact that most of the people didn’t speak our language. It was an event, it was an occasion, it was something to do that was fun; and, more importantly, somebody baked a cake! What more could a person ask. We actually held two ceremonies that night. The first was a naming ceremony. From my perspective I wasn’t going to officiate a wedding of some person who wasn’t a card carrying member of my tribe....
“We need to clear out of here quickly, Doc,” I told Dr. Beaufort a second or two later, my voice taking on a hint of urgency as I spoke to her. “It’s not safe to stay here.” We’d all been just standing there looking about and taking in the death of Jenkins and the four hunters, who’d all been alive, just a moment ago. I think we were all simply stunned. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for us to recover. “Agreed, Mr. Ryerson,” Dr. Beaufort replied without giving it any thought. “What do you...
By the end of February, Marta had bounced back from giving birth and she’d wangled for herself an invitation into my bed. The tall woman was an enthusiastic lover and while her primary focus was on being bedded by me, she had no problem with the fact that there were four other women in my bed or that they liked to get involved. Since everyone in the bed ended up happy once all the moaning and groaning was over, no one minded that Marta had a habit of monopolizing my attention. It did however...
We left the next morning just after dawn and right after breakfast. My people were ready to go, and thankfully Gogra and his people were ready as well. We formed up on the other side of the stream and then, after a final farewell from Agar we were off. Gogra rode beside me, riding on my left. We were mounted. Behind us our joint party marched, with my group on one side and Gogra’s on the other. Hopefully in time, once acquaintances had been made, the two groups would become one. We’d see....