A Vigil for Justice, is a serial thriller fiction novel. Updates of 1,000-1,500 words will be posted every Friday.
Recap: Sixteen-year-old Melanie Craig and her family live in the small Colorado mountain town of Blue River. Since the end of World War Three, the economy in the United States has dropped out making funding law enforcement impossible and increasing crime rates in all, but the smallest towns. The government passes a Law allowing anyone over 16 to kill three other people during their life. Vigilante justice doesn’t seem like the right solution to Melanie, but she has no choice other than to learn how to protect herself and her family.
Melanie pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders and nudged a log in the fire. Tendrils of smoke wove among the slender trunks of the aspens. The trees looked bare, but for the stars the blotted out. Their leaves rustled. Melanie could understand why Ryan and Zachariah stayed here, It was beautiful. It was far enough from the city that they didn’t get caught up in the warzone, but close enough for Ryan to continue his work.
The Justice Law was probably a huge blow to people like Ryan who had the desire to protect and seek justice for those who couldn’t. For those who became police officers prior to the real war it must be like shot in the heart to let people go who have killed someone over something petty.
Melanie could hardly remember the time before the war. It was hidden by all the death and destruction that has come after. She was two when “The war to end all wars,” started. That’s what they wanted it to be anyway, but things don’t always turn out as we plan. It didn’t get bad in the US until a few years later after. The economy had been in shambles before the war and the war did the same to what remained as it did to the human lives involved.
The screen to the house clicked shut. Melanie and Daisy perked up as Ryan strolled toward them with his hands stuffed in his jean pockets.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Too much swirling around in here.” He tapped the side of his head with his forefinger.
Melanie stared back at the orange and blue flame.
“I brought you some marshmallows and chocolate,” Ryan said with a sideways grin.
She shook her head.
He held them out toward her. “May not get them after tomorrow.”
Melanie glanced around for a stick. It was these little gestures and small kindnesses that made this new world survivable. Her fingers gently tugged two soft marshmallows free from the plastic bag. She shoved one in her mouth and the other on the stick.
“We may not get a lot of things after tomorrow.” She held the white puff above the embers along the side of the fire pit.
She doesn’t want to ask but can’t help it. She needs to know. “Are you leaning one way or the other?”
He leans his head all the way back looking up at the dark sky. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell which star is brighter than the others. Sometimes you have to watch them for a long time waiting for one to twinkle just a little more than the other.”
The door to the cabin creaked. Ryan and Melanie turned. Daisy stood wiggling her tail back and forth and sauntered over to Mitchel. He smiled and bent to let her lick his fingers.
“You got any more of those?” Mitchel asked lifting his eyebrows.
“For you, always,” Melanie said handing him the bag.
He glanced around, not finding a long enough stick on the ground, he twisted a low hanging branch on a trees. “Hey Ryan, you got a knife?”
Mitchel crouched by the fire holding out his marshmallow.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” Melanie asked.
“I rolled over and you were gone. I waited awhile, but when you didn’t come back I decided I’d look for you.” He waivered in the crouch and then just sat cross-legged on the ground. Daisy curled her huge form around his back and sank to the ground. He patted her butt and her little nub wagged.
Melanie clamped her golden marshmallow between two pieces of chocolate. She always thought the crackers were unnecessary.
Melanie moved to sit next to Mitchel in the dirt. She slid belt and holster off her hips and lowered herself to the ground setting the gun in her lap. Mitchel wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and tugged her closer to him. He had stopped wearing his gun since they had been staying with Zachariah. He, Jennifer, and Zachariah were the only ones who walked around without one.
“Everyone all ready to roll out tomorrow morning?” Ryan asked.
“Everyone but Seth. He is dragging his feet. He thinks we should just stay here.”
“Oh, why’s that?”
“Thinks we’re just as safe here as anywhere and he likes the hunting, doesn’t think he will be able to do that in the safe zone.” Mitchel pulled the marshmallow from the end of the stick stringing melted marshmallow across his knee. “Sam will want to take the rest of those with us.” He rolled the top of the bag and set it on the chair.
The cabin door creaked again. This time it was Seth.
“Marshmallow?” Ryan asked.
“I was just going to the bathroom, but…”
After returning from the tree line, Seth pulled a marshmallow from the bag and handed it to Mitchel. Seth pulled the chair closer to the fire and stuck the marshmallow into the flames.
“You’re going to burn it like that,” Melanie said.
Melanie shook her head and slid down onto her side resting her head on Mitchel’s leg. The heat from the fire was making her tired.
Mitchel stroked her hair. “Why don’t you go inside? It’s softer than the ground.”
“Are you coming in with me?” She asked.
“In a minute, I will.”
Melanie stood picking up her gun and started back toward the cabin.
Ryan began whistling Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.