Mission Report: Boonville, IN, July 20th, 2162 – “can we burn down your farm?”

By , 09/12/2013 8:44 pm
MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Horsedrawn Carts – (Swift boat: Redrum scrapped) – Kentucky Free State Territory RECON
DATE: 7/20/2161
LOCATION: 8 miles east of Boonville, IN
REPORTER: Vod Pacheco, Team Commander CA-4
Mission title – “So, since you’re leaving anyway, can we burn down your farm?”
We woke up in the morning about 8 miles east of Boonville, Indiana. The two boys, Wilber and Fred starting prepping the cart, while Desiree, our newest Pirate rebel, and the rest of the team broke down camp. The Postman thanked us for our hospitality of sharing the camp, and said goodbye, along with his dog muttonchop and the old mule who only responded to dumbshit.
To the northeast, we heard the sound of a steam whistle, and we could just see a column of smoke thru the clearings in the forest that surrounded us. I took Conroy on a couple of horses to check it out.About 1/3 mile away, we came to a set of railroad tracks. They looked shiny enough to indicate that they were still in use. Coming down the track, heading west was a functioning steam Train. It was pulling 5 cars, 2 passenger, 2 boxcars and a flatcar headed towards what could only be Boonville.

The engine looked reasonably new and in good shape as it steamed on past us. The engineer and some passengers waved, we waved back. Apparently the KFS has sponsored a good working rail transport system, even in these areas “outside” their territory. We noted next to the railroad there were telegraph lines as well.

Steam Train in the Special KFS Economic Development Zone

Steam Train in the Special KFS Economic Development Zone

After the train passed by, we returned to the group and completed preparations to travel into Boonville. We realized we needed to change our cover story, as the Black River Dogs are being hunted.So CA4 is now the “Traveling Wilberries Repair Troop”. We can leverage our skills to be able to converse as a group of people traveling from town to town to help repair equipment that local people can handle.

As we approached the town, we noted that many people were in the fields, harvesting, and planting later summer crops. A strange dichotomy of farmers. On one side of the road you we could see Oxen pulling a manual plow, as farmhands harvested with scythes. Yet across the road, or next door a fully functional tractor or harvester was doing the work of 50 men.
Many of the buildings didn’t have the “defensible” look to them. As if people here didn’t have to worry about the problems on the frontier. I guess having the KFS so nearby has provided a measure of peace to this region.
Boonville, like almost all towns had shrunken, even from its meager prewar state. Rubble and wreakage on the outskirts, but no town wall, as we have seen on so many other frontier towns. More evidence of the feeling of safety.On the east edge of town was the train station, the train we saw, still there being serviced and loaded with foodstuffs. The grain silos and open warehouse next to the siding evidence that Boonville was where all those local farmers brought their food to get shipped out.

I could only guess that the train would be heading down the south line, to the KFS territory. A couple of men in KFS suits seemed to be overseeing the operation. Boonville is a trade junction, just the place we could use to stock up on materials to flesh out our cover of the Traveling Wildberries.

The center of town consisted of about 8 blocks, and looked to be new construction. The town had cleared the rubble and rebuilt, rather than try to fix up old broken down buildings.

The variety of people’s clothing reinforced the feeling of a trade hub, and would do nicely to help us “blend in”. Road Gypsies, with an 18 wheeler, and some cars were parked and set up to sell what they had, and there was a large “General Store” near the center of town.

Conroy and Desiree, being the best at the local accent, went to the general store to get some clothes. It was even Air conditioned! Thats the first building we have seen in over 1 year that had AC. You don’t know how jealous I was that they got to get out of the oppressive heat and humidity that is July in Indiana.
I watched as they were confronted by some type of store security, but I could see Conroy flash some of our Gold coins and they disappeared inside.
I figured they would be about 30 min getting us some suitable outfits to replace our worn clothing, so I strolled across the street to the old courthouse. It was still in good repair, and I noted a bulletin board with some posters and local newspapers pinned up.
Apparently the American Freedom Party was warning of some raider attacks near Graysville, operating on horseback. Mt Carmell and Mt Vernon militia were being called out to fight the bandits.
Still working after almost 200 years, an Ancient Rail Bridge in Boonville, IN

Still working after almost 200 years, an Ancient Rail Bridge in Boonville, IN

There was also a poster indicating that there was a crackdown on the Ohio River, and to be careful to carry extra ID when entering KFS. The crackdown was the result of the Black River Dogs, and a reward was posted for $500. There were some rough descriptions of our team, and a list of our alias’, indicating the Black River Dogs were thought to be traveling in 2 wagons. Anyone with information was to contact KFS internal Security Forces at the telegraph office. I surreptitiously took a picture of the poster for our archives.
In the local newspaper, there were talks of the Republic of Krell going to war with the militia up north at La Cross Wisconsin, From what it sounded like, it could  be the battle we were in months ago when we were shipped out from California and landed in Wisconsin.
Then another mention of strange creatures in St Louis and the Maxilla Free Militia setting up checkpoints around what was left of the city.
I looked over and saw that a servant was bringing out lemonade to our wagons with Conroy and Desiree. Behind them, to my amazement was a line of slaves carrying more and more stuff out of the store and to our lowly wagons. What the hell did they buy?
I casually approached Conroy, and inquired, and he started talking about all the great stuff they had and that somehow, He and Desiree just kept buying and buying.
It seemed all of us needed nice felt hats and a suit of fine sunday clothes, the iron cooking gear, a evening dress for Desiree, candy, coffee, sugar, a french press for said coffee, a parasol, white gloves, pickled eggs, pickled pigs feet, ect, ect, ect.
We realized it wouldn’t fit on the 2 wagons, so the farm boys were sent over to the livery to get us another wagon to haul all this stuff. Well I’m sure there are a lot of people out there we will run into that could use it. The Morrow Project is here to make people’s lives better. We will just have to find some and spread the wealth.
A local policeman came by to ask who we were and what were we doing. Conroy let him know we were the TWRT and just heading thru after stocking up after a long repair contract up northwest.
While Conroy spun the story, a couple of us notice that we were being watched. Three or maybe four people were just “loitering around” glancing at our way every once in a while, taking more notice than everyone else. I mentioned this to a the team and we decided that it would be a good idea to get out of town and out of sight.
The boys returned and we loaded up all the goods into the 3 wagons and headed out to the Farm of the two local boys who been helping us for the last week, which was about a mile and a half west of town.
When we got there, the Farmer was happy to see us, and we set up in the barn for the night. He also said the Morrow Project wanted someone from our team to stay and help out with the local resistance/underground. Another team will be coming into the area soon, and they wanted someone to meet up with them in Bloomington, North of here about 50 miles.
Over dinner with the farmer’s family we talked about our next steps, and how to get West to Car, he indicated that the old Highway 62 was a trade route, and goes thru Evansville and was the most direct route. It was nuked in the war, but no one gets sick anymore and It had been stripped of most salvage long before.
We could go that way, but he warns that it would be best to stay 30-50 miles from the river as the KFS was mighty pissed at us apparently.
We could take route 64 to St Louis and then head south, after skirting around the city.
There were Rebel contacts in New Harmony on the 66 who could help us. It also seemed we would be traveling through the American Freedom Party area of control. They doesn’t work with the resistance, but they control the area thru which we will be traveling. The team will be skirting around Evansville and then up 66 to New Harmony. Maybe we can make some new friends with the Rebels and get them to work with the Morrow project.
That night we set up a rotating watch, with radios on our hidden sentries. Conroy and I took the first watch, while Keshawn, Tim, Porter and Desiree were in the house still talking to the farmer. Actually Tim, Porter and Desiree were talking, Keshawn was nowhere to be seen., But then again, the Farmer’s daughter was nowhere to be seen either… hmmmm…The rest of the team was bunked down in the barn catching some sleep before their watch started.

I heard Conroy whisper on the radio that he had 2 armed men sneaking up from the east on the farmhouse. No sooner than he said it, than I spotted 3 more next to me on the west side. I guessed that these guys were here to take us down as they seemed armed to the teeth. Whether it was just our extravagant spending spree, or if we had been made as the Black River Dogs, it didn’t matter. We needed to take them out.
I alerted the team and took aim. With a Quick radio countdown, Conroy and I opened up on these bandits.
Conroy hit both the guys he saw, killing one, and missing or wounding the second, while I hosed down the three on his side with a long burst from my greasegun. One went down gurgling from a throat shot, while the other must have been hit in the leg, hitting ground with a scream.Porter ran out of the front door and took cover at the corner of the house near me to back me up. Tim grabbed his shotgun, ran to cover the back of the house, while Desiree dowsed the lights, sending the farmhouse into darkness.

One of porters bandits fired his shotgun, hitting him in the thigh. The one I missed freaked out. He dropped his weapon and took off running, towards Porter’s position. The leg shot guy near me blasted a hole in the corn next to me with his shotgun, but one pellet creased my scalp. I took aim and put him out of his misery with the last of my clip.
Porter realized that the guy running near him was just trying to get away. He had no weapon, so he wouldn’t shoot him in the back as he ran off. I called over the radio not to let anyone get away, but it was too late as he disappeared into the blackness.
Tim came out and helped bandage up our light wounds.
The farmer is… well pissed. With one of the bandits away, it won’t be long before he gets to town to report to the sheriff and thus to the KFS.
Im sure a posse will be on it’s way and here in the morning. We can’t be here when they get here.The farmer says he can’t be here either or they will kill him or burn down his farm. In the middle of this discussion, Keshawn comes down tucking in his shirt into his pants stairs to ask what happened.  But of course he is followed closely by the daughter, who looks quite blushed and a bit disheveled,  it all comes into place at least what had happen by Keshawn during the fight.

He was “busy”. Well. He then volunteered to escort the farmer and his family north out of the way. Keshawn will stay local, and help prep for the Morrow Team which will be here in a few months.Dang. We had been together from the beginning out at the bolt hole in the cement factory back in the high California Desert. Im sure our paths will cross again.

The next thing I  hear is Conroy saying to the farmer,  “So, since you’re leaving anyway, can we burn down your farm?”…
 The silence was broken by an very loud “NO, YOU CAN NOT BURN DOWN MY FARM” from the farmer.
Conroy replied, “Well… it would help cover our tracks and distract the posse.”
The farmer repeated his statement and said, while you are at it, how about paying me for my farm since I have to leave and he could have to have some money to start all over again somewhere. Conroy dug into his pack, and held out a handful of coins, “Here is some gold to make up for it… “ and he gave out most of our remaining gold.
I thought that was a good idea, “As you know, the Morrow Project is here to make life better. So here is the gold to help you out” I gave him my best AAA smile. The farmer seem to glare at me for some strange reason, that must be how he says thanks!
The team headed out to the barn to get the wagons going. Keshawn pulled his gear out of the wagons and said his goodbyes as he got on his horse to catch up with the family on the northern trail off the farm.
We put on our night vision so we could make the best time. We needed to be long gone before anyone came out to the farm to find out what happened. Or investigate the fire… not sure which at this point.

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