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you encounter. Make sure no member of your family ever lets a gun point at family."
     
     
    As they got back in their car the kid asked, "How did you know we wouldn't shoot you with the guns you just gave us?"
     
     
    Beacon smiled, "They're unloaded."
     
     
    Outlaws
    The next day Beacon was approaching the crest of a hill when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something so slight his conscious mind couldn't sense it had tripped the sensors that had kept his caveman ancestors alive.
     
     
    Paying attention to such things was one of the things that had kept the mountain men alive in Indian country during the early 1800's. At Rendezvous reenactments Old Bill had taught him to obey such warnings. Beacon didn't second guess his senses or Old Bill. He backed up to a side trail and drove thirty yards up the hill before stopping behind some trees.
     
     
    He'd been driving with his windows open get maximum input from his ears and nose now he turned off the truck and listened before getting out. People! There were some people up ahead.
     
     
    Grabbing the scope mounted M1A he rolled up the windows and got out, carefully closing the truck door quietly and locking it. Stealthily moving up the hill he peaked over the hillcrest into the valley through a bush.
     
     
    Over a hundred outlaw hogs were parked around two beer delivery trucks and a tanker with passed out or sleeping outlaw bikers scattered around the area. Two nearly naked girls were handcuffed to a beer truck, near the center of the group with stacks of cases of unopened beer and a few bikers standing around. One biker in a green T-shirt and blue jean vest with the gang's colors on it went over and made a grab for one of the girls, as Beacon watched he slugged her with his fist when she resisted before going over to take a beer from the stack of cases.
     
     
    Beacon knew he couldn't take them all on, but he didn't want to leave the girls to the tender mercies of outlaw bikers. Maybe the DDL&BSG LLC could be persuaded to help him take them on. He took out his flat black bullet Space pen and OD "Write in the Rain" all weather notebook and did a SALUTE report:
     
     
    Size: 100 +
     
     
    Activity: sleeping it off
     
     
    Location: valley pasture one dirt road in and out
     
     
    Unit: outlaw bikers
     
     
    Time: Noon
     
     
    Equipment: about 90 hogs plus a few "trikes" and a couple motorcycles with sidecars, two beer trucks and a fuel truck. Lots of pistols, rifles and a few sawed off shotguns.
     
     
    From what he could see, no attempt had been made to set up a camp or put out security. Through his binoculars Beacon could see hundreds empty beer cans and bottles strewn everywhere.
     
     
    Suddenly Beacon heard the much muffled sound of Rich Bitch's dirt bike down on the dirt road. Before he could do anything to warn her she'd crested the ridge and was almost among the nearest group of outlaw bikers before she realized they were there.
     
     
    Sliding sideways to a stop in a swirl of dust killed her engine. For a half second the pampered rich girl and the startled bikers stared at each other in surprise. Then several bikers reached for their weapons while the girl franticly tried to get her bike started.
     
     
    Unable to find a gun one of the bikers started running towards the camo clad girl with motorcycle helmet painted in matching MultiCam. Because of the brush there was no place kneel or go prone; Beacon would have to shoot from the standing position silhouetted against the skyline.
     
     
    Standing up he took aim, flipped off the safety and put the crosshairs on the leading edge of the running biker. At the shot the biker fell, the girl looked up at the mountain man and the camp came alive.
     
     
    Uncertain whether retreating along her back trail would be jumping from the frying pan into the fire the girl hesitated.
     
     
    Beacon yelled, "Get the Hell out of there Rich Bitch!"
     
     
    Now assured that the rifleman silhouetted against the