Earth's Survivors: The Complete Nation Series
The Complete 7 book Nation series and 3 bonus Nation books...
The fire burned hot but low, the heat feeling good as the temperature of the air dropped. The fires were still many, meat spread upon drying racks before the smoke and flame. A small group had been sitting, watching the stars come out, when one by one nearly all the others had come to sit and watch with them.
Quiet conversations passed back and forth between them. But it seemed as though there were other things on everyone’s minds, and the conversations began to die down after a short time. Mike broke the silence that had held for a few moments.
“So, Bob,” Mike began. “I... I don't want to put you on the spot, but after you left today we all, several of us anyway, talked a bit about what we're going to do, and that led to what you and Janet had talked about, and I didn't really feel I knew enough about what it is you want to do, and really I didn't feel it was my place to explain it. So... I thought...” Mike finished.
“Sure,” Bob agreed. “What is it you want to know?”
“Well,” Lilly said. “Pretty much all of it, Bob. At least me. I don't know what it is you want to do, and I'd like to.”
“Same here, Bob,” Ronnie said.
“Us as well,” Jeff Simmons said.
Bob nodded, “Okay then,” he said. “What we really want to do is start the world over, but leave all the bad stuff out. I know that sounds like a pipe dream, and I've realized that, because that's what it mostly is, a pipe dream. There is no way to leave all that stuff out. Some of it is built into who we are, you know?” He paused.
“So now that this has happened, and the opportunity to really do something is here, I've had to revise my ideas. And I may have to revise them again. I think where I'm at is this, we, Janet and I, speak about the Nation, but it isn't really about that anymore either. It has been a long dream of some native people to go back to the land. To become, again, the people we used to be. But the reality of that life is a different thing. That romantic ideal is a long way from the life we would have to live.”
“So it's a compromise. Back to the land? Certainly. But we are not Quakers, or Amish, we'll use whatever modern advantages we can find or put our hands on that will help us. Certainly horsepower in the form of vehicles to at least get us to where we're going. After that? Will we need them?” he shrugged, “And how would we get fuel? No. I think we use them to get us back to where we want to be, and that might be it. It's probably going to be horses after that, so, somewhere between here and there we are going to have to get horses, and not just a few, a good sized herd. Maybe fifty, a hundred would be better. Seed? We'll bring all we can get. I don't know if anyone here has ever seen Indian corn, the stuff that sustained my people, but it was very small, sometimes no bigger than my index finger, and not much bigger around either. Generally it was bigger, but not much. Modern corn? Vast improvement. I guess you get my drift. We're thinking of taking every advantage we can with us. But, we're thinking back to the land too. No canned goods, although we'll certainly take more than enough to survive on until we have our own crops, animals, like that. It isn't going to be an easy life, that's for sure, but we are going to do it.” He paused and the silence held for a few minutes as what he had said settled in and everyone thought it over.