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citizens of this great nation could have risen up and thrown off the shackles once and for all.
    The government would not allow it. Martial law had been declared. Hundreds of members were arrested. Hundreds died in vicious street fights, first with police and then National Guardsmen.
    Arguments began about how it had happened, who had set the bomb, and what should be done to them. It was in these arguments, in the slow disintegration that the leaders of the Aryan Nations began to see the true threat, the deeper evil that lay in wait.
    Powers deeper and broader than even the American government were at work. The New World Order, a shadowy organization of the world’s powers, was manipulating the government. It was pitting whites against whites, Christians against Christians, using them as cannon fodder in their war for power.
    The leaders of the Nations were wise and had planned for this eventuality. Camps had been prepared where a few chosen men and women could bide their time, waiting. Let them tear down America. When the time was right, they would be there, ready to rebuild.
    Freedom Ranch was but one of these enclaves. Amos Deaton and Adrian Posch had left their homes in the Deep South and had come to these mountains to prepare the way.
    They would have failed if without the help of locals. Men like Larry Gatlin and the Zacharys had grown up in these mountains. They were raised on the militiaman philosophy. They were not of the Nations, but they knew the truth when they heard it. They helped build and, later, man the ranch.
    Minister Posch had delivered the tale at full tilt today. Sweat had beaded on his forehead and wetly punctuated much of the lecture. His face had gone red, and more than once, Luke feared he would convulse.
    Next to Luke, Kurt sat dazed, his face reflecting Luke’s feelings well enough. On his other side, Amy had her hand up. Luke groaned. This could not lead anywhere pleasant.
    “Yes, Miss Beland?” Posch asked. Amy hated being called Miss Beland.
    “My dad says the Muslims didn’t do it,” she said.
    “Of course they did,” Posch said dismissively. “Who else would do such a thing?”
    “The Chinese possibly,” Amy replied, “or Africans. He is not sure which.”
    “Chinese? Africans?” Posch huffed. “What an active imagination. Why would they do such a thing?”
    “On account of the environment,” she said.
    “What, like the trees and things?”
    “Yes, and oil and all that. Dad says we were using up too much of it. The rest of the world was mad at us.”
    “No commie is going to tell America how much oil we can use,” Minister Posch declared. Most of the class sniggered.
    They probably think she’s talking about cooking oil , Luke thought. Amy was not about to give up yet.
    “Apparently they couldn’t tell us how much to use,” she agreed. “Which is why they bombed us. Anyway, Dad says it was all falling apart anyway. Oil was running out, cities were being destroyed, and people were starving everywhere, on account of the environment.”
    “I think the trees can bloody well take care of themselves, don’t you?” Minister Posch answered. Amy went bright red. Patrick whispered something to Shawn, and they both snickered.
    “The bomb was Chinese made,” Amy pressed on. “That much they knew before Dad came up here. He says we even went to war with China, but he doesn’t know if anything ever came of it. And there were other attacks that were claimed by African terrorist groups. But most of the collapse was due to people right here in this country turning nasty toward each other.”
    “That’s a lie, girl,” Minister Posch said.
    “It is not!” Amy insisted. She was standing now. To everyone else she may have looked angry and defiant, but Luke could see that she was close to tears. “My dad has been trying to tell you this for twenty years. You just don’t want to listen.”
    “Now, girl . . .”
    “No! I don’t care if you would rather listen to your own