It was a quiet night and the sky was clear. The mosquitoes were bad when they first got there, but they’d finally let up. Jeff looked over to where Dalton was sleeping near the buggy. It’d been parked back there after the day’s events. “That dude sleeps like the dead.” “Yeah he does. I wish I could sleep like that.” Jeff walked around the barricade to the water jug. As he was filling a cup, he stopped and cocked his head. “Do you hear that?” Thad stood up and walked out towards the road. Jeff followed him, sipping on the water. “Someone’s coming,” Thad said. “Looks like a truck.” “Sounds like a Hummer. I think it stopped.” They stood in the road watching the truck. It sat in the road a few hundred yards away. The diesel engine idled noisily. “You think it’s the guys from the armory?
