Admin: Hearing about Melanie’s dad got us thinking about the tough old guys of that generation. Here’s Grampy from Into The Dark.
What was that? Voices? Yes, some commotion outside: angry voices. Ingrid went to a window, wiped away the grime. From there she could see the front of the house, about twenty or thirty yards away. A green van stood in the driveway, with stenciled words on the side: Department of Conservation. Grampy stood in the doorway of the house, facing a man about his own size, white-haired like Grampy but younger, dressed in a uniform, same color as the van. He had some papers in his hand and shook them at Grampy. Grampy batted them away with the back of his hand, scattering the papers in the snow. The man in green jumped back and snatched something from his pocket.
Yes. The man in green stooped over and started taking close-ups of the scattered papers. That seemed to infuriate Grampy. He spun around and disappeared in the house. But not for long: A moment or two later, he was back, the .22 rifle in his hands, barrel pointed to the ground. Ingrid banged open the barn door and raced outside.
The men turned to her. They both froze for a moment. Then Grampy took the rifle and stuck it inside the house, out of sight. The man in green put his camera away and picked up the papers. Ingrid came to a halt, a few steps away.
“What’s happening?” she said. “What’s wrong?”
The man in green – much younger than Grampy, one of those prematurely gray guys – turned back to Grampy and said, “I’m trying to do my lawful duty.”
Grampy said: “This is my land. Get off.”
The man in green folded the papers. “I’ll be back,” he said. “With a warrant and police protection if necessary.”
Grampy started trembling. I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said.
They glared at each other. Then the man in green got in his van and drove away, spraying gravel. Ingrid went over to Grampy. She hated to see him trembling like that, but the look in his eye – so fierce – made the notion of hugging him or even touching his arm out of the question.
“Grampy?” she said. “What’s going on?”
He turned to her, the look in his eye slowly fading, as though he was coming out of some sort of trance. He took a deep breath. “Total breakdown of society,” he said.
Tags: Echo Falls Series
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