was clear the owner wasn't coming back. The lodge is spacious, but not big enough to house thirty folks. The trailers accommodated the overflow of people from the lodge. Recently, half of us were gunned down so the rest all fit up here."
We went into the cabin and met the other twelve people. The large living room displayed dozens of family pictures and mementos. The introductions were quick and I couldn't begin to remember all sixteen new names, but after an hour I remembered most of the relationships. Supper-time came, so we filled our plates with ham steaks, boxed mashed potatoes and canned green beans. The boxed and canned foods were seasoned and flavored so well they tasted great. We found seats in the cozy, country style living room. Our group took turns informing the prospective members of our rules and answering questions. Andrea described Deliverance in detail until Ira removed his notepad and passed it around to show pictures on the screen. It was getting late by then, and Ira said he would conduct physical examinations in the morning before we left.
Morgan and his wife, Verlie, took us down to the trailers. Andrea was shown to the smallest one and we three men were given a larger unit next to it. Ours was set up to sleep four people. Kerosene lanterns and pitchers and bowls reminded us that we were in an area without the unique facilities we took for granted everyday at Deliverance. Andrea brought the truck and trailer down and parked it behind her unit. We each grabbed the overnight bag we'd packed and made ready to turn in for the night.
Several hours later, I awoke to a noise that clashed with the monotonous chirping and singing of insects. Light from a three-quarter moon reflected off the calm, dark water in the lake. Four loud shots in quick succession and one of a smaller caliber blasted through the calm stillness. They came from close by, damn close. More shots rang out from near the lodge where Morgan's crew lived.
Shane and Ira jumped from their beds and were getting into their clothes as I finished tying my boots. I slipped out the door shirtless and went to the corner of our trailer. I stared at the narrow metal door to Angela's quarters. It was open; the body of one man in camouflage lay unmoving collapsed in the doorway. Another body lay on the ground under the dim moon light. That man moaned in pain.
Andrea called softly as Shane and Ira crept up behind me. Close by, several high powered rifles laid down a barrage of fire. Gunfire flashes streaked through the night between the woods and the lodge. I guessed there were at least eight to twelve people firing at the cabin from the cover of trees. Andrea climbed over the body and raced across a short stretch of open ground to join us. "Did you shoot those men?"
She nodded. "They forced their way into my trailer."
In a hushed voice, I said, "Let's go behind the small trailer, and then we'll work our way up toward the road. Swing wide to get in position down from the attackers and somewhat behind them. We don't want to be shooting in line with the main cabin or we'll hit our friends. Find cover, and then we'll take them on. Stay at least six feet apart. Let's go and give ‘em hell, but be careful. Wait here until I finish the one that's moaning." I pulled my combat knife then used it.
We scurried across the twenty-foot open space between the trailers stooped low. We used the same stance as we left the cover of the metal boxes and spread out. Sporadic shooting continued as we cautiously advanced up the rocky ground toward the attackers. Moonlight filtered through the leafless trees to cast eerie shadows that aided our stealthy approach. Fifty feet from the attackers we could make out their forms hidden in the shadows cast by dense tree limbs. Gunfire and the attacker's concentration covered the sounds of our approach. The four of us took cover behind trees or on the ground behind rocks or logs. In a three second span, all four of us fired multiple