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authority. The Militia would also conduct supply raids, initiate contact with other human outposts and co-ordinate with Freebooters.
    Lucas Casey would work in concert with the Militia, especially in the mountains surrounding the community, refining patrol routes and security checkpoints. He would also organize hunts for deer and other game.
    Sheriff Busley would handle internal security, essentially acting as Sheriff to the Rainbow Lake community just as he had the town of Kittewa, handling petty disputes and minor crimes.
    Matt, Susan, David, Patty and Guy would handle the day-to-day administration of the community, the bureaucratic bullshit that Jenkins had grumbled about. Dr. Reilly’s sole concern was the hospital and the medical needs of the community.
    “Winter is just a few months away.” Jenkins said as they all rose from the conference table. ”We have a lot to accomplish, and a short time in which to do it. Our first supply run to Evanston will be in three days so please prepare lists of what we need.”
    With that the Council meeting was finished, and they all retreated to the quarters, weary from the day’s negotiations…

 
    CHAPTER 6
     
     
    Friday, July 13 2001
    Rainbow Lake, UT
    2:30 PM
     
     
    The Evanston Run was less that forty-eight hours away, and Jenkins was filled with anxiety. It wasn’t the first time he had led men into battle; The supply raids into Salt Lake City when he was with the Ft. Douglas Militia had been far more dangerous, and with fewer and lesser equipped men. His short stint as Commander in Chief of Park City had required him to send hundreds of men into battle, most to their deaths. Thinking back to that time it seemed so unreal, like it had happened to somebody else.
    But what they had built here at Rainbow Lake was something special.
    Back at Ft. Douglas Jenkins hadn’t cared about anything but himself. Before the deadrise he had been on a downward spiral. He had washed out of the Rangers just after the Gulf War and damn near crashed and burned here in Utah.
    But the deadrise had changed everything. Where most people had withered from the shock of the civilization collapsing, Jenkins had embraced it. For the first time in nearly a decade, he had felt ALIVE! Sheer luck had put him at Ft. Douglas when the lockdown had gone into effect and all personnel on base had been called to defend it. After things at Douglas and the University of Utah campus had stabilized, he had turned to organizing supply raids down into the surrounding neighborhoods. He and Ron quickly become a team, Jenkins with the official Army connections and Ron and his brother Rick hustling the refugees.
    Ron…
    Rick…
    He missed them. He sure could use them right about now to help him deal with the growing population problem they were facing. Jenkins had been deeply affected by their loss. And that in turn had strengthened the bonds with Matt and his family, as well as his attachment to the place. Rainbow Lake was home. Matt, Susan, David, Mac and the others, they were family. And Jenkins felt it his personal obligation to protect and provide for each and every one of them. And the Evanston Run was a major operation in the safety and security of the Rainbow Lake community.
    Jenkins pulled himself from his musing and tried to focus on the task at hand but his mind kept drifting away, centering instead on his anxiety. Maybe it was time to take a break and get some fresh air? His second floor office accessed the rear balcony through a single glass door. Jenkins set his pen down and stood up from the desk. Grabbing his pack of cigarettes and half full glass of whiskey, he made his way out. The fresh mountain air, alive with the smells of nature invigorated him almost at once. He stepped to the edge of the balcony, setting his whiskey on the rail long enough to light up a cigarette.
    As he stood there smoking his cigarette and sipping his whiskey, gazing out over the rear estate grounds of the Main House, he