Into Autumn

Lars pointed out the direction to the Weston homestead and told her to lead. “I want you to practice drawing, pointing, and aiming your pistol,” Lars said. “Aim at anything that catches your eye. I just want you to practice drawing and cocking your gun, and then lowering the hammer and putting the pistol back into the holster. It will help build your hand muscles and you will get faster and better at shooting. When you get better, and I’m certain you’re not going to shoot me, I’ll let you follow me.” They walked along, Lars watching Eileen as she handled the pistol and also giving additional instructions from time to time. Lars was pleased at how well Eileen was handling the pistol after such a short time. “You’re doing very well,” he said. She looked back and smiled.
The path to the Weston’s place was not nearly as difficult as the route to Reggie’s place, and they made good time. It took about an hour to get to the edge of the clearing where Ronald had built his home. Lars told Eileen to put the gun away and take a position behind him. They then stopped behind a large tree at the edge of the clearing. Lars could not see anyone stirring around the house and gave out a big wolf howl. Seconds later, one, two, and then a third man stepped out of the already open front door to the house. Lars didn’t recognize these men. He just knew Ronald was not among them. The three men looked around for a few seconds and then went back inside.
Lars instructed Eileen to stay where she was and to keep well hidden. He then worked his way to the left of the house. Not seeing anything, he moved closer to the rear of the house. Near the woodshed, Lars could see a body beside the woodpile. It was Ronald. Lars moved back around to the front of the house and took his position behind a large tree stump, which hid most of his body. Lars pulled the hammer back on his rifle and aimed at the front door. He let out another wolf howl. The three men came out again. This time the first two men out the door had their guns ready. Lars aimed at the first man and squeezed the trigger. He quickly reloaded and fired at the second. Both men fell immediately while the third ran back inside the house. Lars hurried back toward the rear of the house and caught the third man running out the back door, heading for the woods. He made it halfway to the tree line before Lars dropped him. Lars ran up with his rifle ready to shoot again, if necessary. It wasn’t. The man was dead, blood oozing out of the hole in the center of his back. Lars hurried back around to the front of the house to check the other men. Lars had been dead on when he shot those two as well. Lars poked the bodies with the end of his rifle. There was no movement.
Lars cautiously peered inside the front door and then walked in―ready to shoot if necessary. The house was silent. There had been only three men, and Lars had taken care of them in short order. He went into the bedroom and found Sara on the bed lying face up, naked with a gunshot wound on her forehead. The pillow under her head was soaked with blood. He moved closer to the body. There was blood between Sara’s legs and she had marks on her arms and face. Bastards! Lars shook his head in disgust and covered Sara with a sheet. He then headed back to the woodshed. Ronald was lying face down in the dirt beside the wood pile. There was blood on the leg of his jeans and two blood spots on the back of his shirt. He still had the ax in his hand. Lars guessed the men had sneaked up on Ronald and shot him in the back. Then they raped and killed Sara.
Lars walked back to where he had left Eileen. She had watched Lars cut two men down in a heartbeat, and she had heard the shot ring out from the back of the house. She was crying when Lars reached her. “We need to call the police,” she said.
“And how do you suppose we do that?” he replied.
“I don’t know, but we need to call someone.” Eileen cried, as he led her to the house.
“That’s not how the world works anymore,” Lars informed her. “There is no law anymore.” Her tears let up as she thought about what Lars said. Eileen was shocked at how a man who could be sweet and gentle could be so cold-blooded. But she knew Lars had done what he had to do.
Lars took Eileen into the bedroom where Sara lay. He pulled the sheet back. He wanted Eileen to see what he had seen. He wanted her to know exactly why he had done what he did to those men. When Eileen saw Sara, she became hysterical. She screamed and her whole body began to tremble. Though she only looked at the body a few seconds and then turned away, Eileen saw the bruises on the arms, legs and neck of the pale and slightly bluish body. She saw the blood and matted hair between her legs. Eileen then understood the trauma Sara had suffered through. Lars grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her toward him. He gave her a big bear hug, but a bear hug was not going to comfort her much now. They just stood there for a while and Eileen finally began to calm down and her trembling lessened. Lars pulled the sheet back over Sara’s body, and then went back outside. Eileen followed, softly crying.
Lars found a shovel and chose a nice spot to bury his friends. He began to dig. As Lars dug the graves, Eileen sat on a stump and thought about what had happened. Sara was such a beautiful woman. That could be me, she thought. Lars is right, there is no law out here to help us. We must help ourselves, and if we fail we will die just like Ronald and Sara.
Eileen got up, drew her pistol and found a target to shoot at. It was only a discolored spot on a nearby tree, but to her it was an attacker. She pulled the hammer back and fired at the spot. She fired again and again until her pistol was empty.
“What the hell are you doing?” Lars demanded.
“I’m killing an intruder,” she replied.
Lars just stood there in his hole looking at Eileen as she reloaded her gun. Again, she fired at the spot on the tree. When her gun was again empty, she walked over to the tree to check on her accuracy. Lars got out of the hole he was digging and walked over to the tree as well.
“Well done,” he stated.
“Thank you,” she replied.
Eileen could see ten holes in the tree, all within the dark area she had chosen as her target.
“What brought this on?” Lars asked.
“I’m not going to end up like Sara,” she replied. “Hell no! That is not going to happen to me.”

Lars pointed out the direction to the Weston homestead and told her to lead. “I want you to practice drawing, pointing, and aiming your pistol,” Lars said. “Aim at anything that catches your eye. I just want you to practice drawing and cocking your gun, and then lowering the hammer and putting the pistol back into the holster.
Larry Landgraf was born and raised in the swamp country of the Guadalupe River delta along the Texas Gulf Coast. He is an ex-commercial fisherman, an ex-contractor, and now after a death-defying on the job injury, he has turned to writing. He never planned on becoming an author, just something which fell into his lap when he woke up one morning with a story in his head and started writing.

Into Autumn is a second edition and corrections have been made to improve the quality of the work, inside and out. I have also written the screenplay for this book titled A Tempest in Texas. It is currently getting published and has been entered in several screenplay contests. I believe it will do well. There is nothing like it on the market. The main character in Into Autumn is a Davy Crockett type. I enjoy playing the part and have the accessories to dress the part at book signings and festivals. There have not been any strong John Wayne, Matt Dillon, or Jesse James type movies or characters around for some time, and I think the time is now for a good Davy Crockett type to show up on the big screen.