Juniper’s Daughter:The Final War with Extra Scenes 20th
Annivrsary Edition December 2001 – December 2020
Nick Armbrister
The hills
were on the horizon. They had hiked for hours over old roads and now were in an
area of grassland and trees, a remote area free of people or human structures. All
wasn’t as it seemed. There was a sudden blast of a shot gun! Bang! Sarah and John
fell to the ground in a pile of limbs and backpacks. They scanned the tall
grass and small bushes ahead of them.
“Mother fucker! That just fucking kissed me!”
Sarah was mad. Two shot guns fired and just missed Sarah.
“What the hell? Those are guns.” John
pointed.
“Oh yes my love, those are fucking guns. And
they are armed, John.”
Shot
guns, AK-47s and others. No big guns or machine guns. Where are they all? Why were
they there? There’s nothing here. Or is there? John and Sarah shared the same
thoughts. A trio of AK’s fired on single shot and hit John’s pack and holed a
water bottle. He’s ok though.
“The fucker hit my bottle, lost half a litre.
Look at the hole. Ruined it,” John threw the bottle where the guns were and was
rewarded with five single shots. “This is crazy. We can’t go that way. Look at
it.”
“Yes but we’ve spare ones. We are smarter
than some old sentry guns guarding fuck knows what.” Sarah was annoyed and
spent time thinking. She came up with an answer. “Fuck this shit. Had enough of
being shot at.”
“Be careful love,” John replied, ducking a
shot gun blast.
Sarah went to a rocky area and picked up
some rocks. She threw John two. “Watch me. Do as I do.”
“Ok. What will you do? Who put these damn
guns here. To guard what?” He held his rocks and watched Sarah closely. She
looked at the nearest guns and measured the distance. Then she threw a rock at
one. And missed. Another rock followed and the gun was knocked off centre.
“No idea and I don’t wanna know. Now watch. See.
Hit the gun and you knock it over. It won’t fire now. They’re linked to a wire
or cable and trip wires. You can see them there.” She pointed to three faint
but black wires.
“We could knock all the guns out and would
need to pass. But the risk is too great in case we miss one. We can simply go
round. Either by the forest or up the small river over there.” John threw a
rock and hit a shot gun. It fell over and fired both barrels into the ground as
it did so.
“Good hit John. We haven’t got all day. This
impedes our plans. Come on.” She threw her remaining rocks at the guns,
silencing three. There were still ten more.
One gun, an AK-47 fired three single rounds.
There was some sort of timer too. John knocked it off its mounting over with a pebble.
He swore and shook his head.
“I know. Fuck this, we could run for it and
get blown away. Or use the river. It doesn’t look deep.” John threw more rocks,
this time without a hit. He glanced to the river which sparkled under the sun. The
water was clear.
“I don’t wanna get bloody shot. Our luck won’t
last there. The river, we take the river.”
“Will it be clear of traps unlike this love?”
“It looks it but we won’t know till we are
there. We can use sticks for water depth and obstacles.”
Both went away and to the left of the
weapons. The river was small but swift flowing and a metre deep. The water
pushed on their legs and the coolness soothed their aching limbs. Each used a
five foot long stick broken off a tree for depth and obstacles. There was none;
no hidden guns or traps. It was a gentle but tiring river hike up three hundred
metres of stream. They were safe from the strange guns and gave them no more
thought. Maybe they were put there as a sick joke by people long since dead.
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