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my
adopted daughter, Mary; my natural born son, Asher; and as often as not Lizzy
who spends an inordinate amount of time visiting. We also have a hall for
official meetings, the primary armory, storehouses for food and granaries, a
hospital, and cisterns. Most of the water storage is actually underground in
the town, but it would be foolish not to keep as much as we can inside the
walls.
    There
are also two caves in the valley, both of which are located close to the
citadel. The first consists of a single, large chamber. We leveled the floor so
it could be used for storage, and the entrance has been walled off with a door
installed. In contrast, the second cave is long and winding, coming to a dead
end deep underground. It contains petroglyphs carved into the stone, and we
have yet to figure out who made them or why. It seems most of the historians
familiar with such topics are now dead. Annoying. This has also been secured in
order to keep curious children out.
    And last
but not least, we have our generators. There are a lot of them, and the entire
valley has been wired for electricity. There are a few powered by gas, with the
supply tanks partly buried and fenced off. However, the majority of our needs
are met by a collection of wind turbines, fuel being too precious to waste.
Attempts were made at using solar panels, but the things weren’t working, not
enough consistent sunlight. As to the tiny power station, this was installed by
the military, and the technicians who run it are mostly from the islands.
    Second
final thing, here is the breakdown of our populations halfway through the
fourth year, prior to the transfer of women and children from Yellowstone to
the Black Hills.
     
    Black Hills
     
    Men                                 341
    Women                            710
    Children 12 & Under       391
     
    Total                                1,442
     
    Yellowstone
     
    Men                                  295
    Women                             517
    Children 12 & Under        293
     
    Total                                 1,105
     
    A large
number of the twelve and under children are infants or toddlers. The winters
were long, and, face facts, there isn’t much else to do.

 
    Chapter I
     
     
    “Oh,
we’re going for a drive, going for a drive, doo dah, doo dah.” Mary was having
a grand time singing off key, while simultaneously holding the portable radio
in one hand and the steering wheel in the other.
    “Don’t
wreck,” I cautioned, watching in my rear view mirror as she drifted over the
double yellow line.
    “I
won’t,” she replied. “I’m an excellent driver, better than you even.”
    We were on
our way to Yellowstone to get a look at the situation on the ground and to
discuss our preparations concerning the prophet and his raiders. It appeared
the fighting would begin soon. As always, I was driving my highly modified,
extremely rugged, spectacular Jeep Wrangler. Mary had taken Lizzy’s nice, but
still vastly inferior, Jeep Grand Cherokee. Riding with her were the twins,
Tara and Dale Zablocki.
    Briana
had remained at the citadel with our son, Asher, managing day to day affairs
along with getting the four hundred women, children, and infirm whom Yellowstone
had transferred our way organized. She’d done the same previously, back when
the Ranching Collective in Wyoming had begun dumping their non-combatants on
us. There should be no difficulties getting the entire group settled and
comfortable.
    Lizzy
had stayed to help, not that she was going to contribute much. My chubby friend
spent most of her time focused on defense. The valley where the majority lived
was well protected, as were those used for farming or ranching. However, my
efforts to secure the region as a whole were anything but complete, and