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Matt walked out of the camper with Mary clinging to his hand. “He nodded at Lawson the only female soldier present. “Take Mary and the three girls to the Rec Center.”

Within the group of women, the younger woman gasped in panic. “Where are you taking my daughter?” An older woman elbowed her.

Matt glared at the crone and growled. “Do that again, and I’ll shoot you.” He turned back to the younger women and added “They’ll be all right. We need to figure out what’s gone on here.”

While the older women cowered, the younger stepped around the group and announced. “I can tell you what’s going on. That bastard is a fucking rapist!”

Matt held up his hand. “I figured that out. Could you tell me your name before we get started?”

“Maggie Sanders. That fat bastard shot my husband and the other men in our camp after they killed the infected that invaded the camp. Billings raped me.”

Billings snorted. “She was doing her wifely duty.”

“I’m not his wife. He forced me into that sham of marriage.” Maggie retorted.

Matt glared at Billings. “I know you’re a rapist. That’s already been established when I saw what you did to Mary.”

“The child is my celestial wife, just like Sister Maggie. You have no business interfering with a blessed union.” Billings argued.

Jenkins kicked out and knocked Billings to the ground, and he pressed the barrel of his handgun to the preacher’s head. “You’re a fucking child molester! We don’t need to investigate this jerkoff.”

“Agreed.” Matt said. “Zip-tie these four to the flag pole.” He ordered, then turned back to Maggie. “What’s the story with those four?” He nodded toward the sour looking women huddled together a few feet away.”

“Two of them belong to Roy. The other two are Billings’ wives.” She looked back to where Jenkins and one of his men were putting zip-ties on the men. “The boys are Roy’s sons. Both of them are dumb as posts, but they do whatever Billing’s orders.”

Matt turned to Jenkins. “I want a guard on those idiots until I decide what to do with them. Put those four women back in that last camper with a guard.” He turned to Maggie. “Is it alright if you and the girls stay in the two bedroom camper?”

“Sure.” She answered. “That bastard took my husband’s guns. I want them back.”

“Tomorrow we’ll clean out that boar’s nest and get your weapons.”

“Fine. We need clothes. I won’t wear these rags a minute longer.” She announced.

“We can probably take care of that. You and the girls may end up in t-shirts and cargo pants or shorts, but they’ll be clean and functional.”

Matt led Maggie to the Rec Center. There, they walk in to see Lawson with the girls. It looked as if all had showered and now wore soccer shorts and t-shirts. Mary sat in front of Lawson. She was working a brush through Mary’s tangled hair.

“Are you girls alright?” Maggie put her arms around two of the girls.

“Fine.” One of the girls answered. The other stood silently just watching Lawson.

Maggie held out her arms, and all the girls stepped to her side. She pulled them close. “We’re free now. Those people can’t hurt us anymore.” Both girls turned and cried against their mother.

“Mary, you and Sarah are part of our family now if you want to be.” Maggie studied Mary and the small girl sitting next to her.

Mary nodded. “We would like that if the old wives aren’t going to be there.”

Maggie laughed. “No, they are NOT going to be anywhere around us, I promise you. We’re free of those people.”

Lawson handed Maggie a stack of clothes and pointed at a door. “Right in there, in the back is the shower. I keep a bottle of conditioner in the last shower on the windowsill.”

Maggie nodded and disappeared into the showers. When she reappeared, the four girls were still sitting with Lawson. All four girls had freshly brushed and combed hire. Lawson was telling a tale of Matt falling in horse poop, and the girls were laughing.

Despite being the butt of the joke, Matt looked up and smiled at Maggie. “If you’re ready, I’ll lead you to your new home.”

Maggie nodded and together with girls, Matt led them to an empty camper and carried a small camp lantern inside. They walked through the camper examining the two little bedrooms. “This is fine. My daughters and I can sleep in the back bedroom. Mary and Sarah can share the second bedroom. We’ll be all right, won’t we girls?” She leaned down and gathered the four girls into her arms.

“If you need anything, just ask a soldier.” Matt turned and walked outside closing the door behind himself.

Jenkins and Larry appeared out of the shadows. “What in the hell are we going to do with the rest of them?” Larry asked.

“Billings is a rapist, and Roy is a killer. I’m not turning them loose to do this again. The others, well, they can’t stay.” Matt answered.

Matt returned to the manager’s office to the sounds of a new baby’s cry.

Amy met him at the door. “It’s a boy! Mr. Matt.” She squealed excitedly.

“A boy? Well, ain’t that sweet.” Matt smiled as he collapsed into the recliner.

Heavy steps descended the stairs and Doc with Helen at his side appeared. “Well, we have a new member of our merry little band. A strong little guy nearly nine pounds would be my guess.”

Matt chuckled. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

Doc leaned close. “If I might ask, Jake acts like the father, but the child is not biracial. Is there a story here?”

“Amanda was in that busload of folks we rescued from the roadside park three months ago. Jenkin’s crew was in the same operation. Jake’s been acting like a nervous father the last month or so.” Matt sighed. “I thought she was just being nice, but I guess that wasn’t quite the case.”

“She sure doesn’t look like she minds the attention to me,” Doc answered. “It sounded like there was some excitement outside.”