Stolen Liberties & Echoes of Freedom: Chapter 8

The Texas sun was just beginning to set as Pat and Ben pulled into the driveway. The air was thick with that familiar warmth, tinged with dust and the scent of distant wildflowers. They had barely stopped the car when Beth came running out, her arms outstretched, leaping straight into Pat’s embrace. He caught her, holding her tightly, feeling the relief that came from returning home, however temporary it might be. Lisa was right behind, her eyes bright as she welcomed them both back.

As they all moved inside, the women began filling them in on the news that had erupted across the country while Pat and Ben had been off the grid, driving back from DC. The world they had left was already changing rapidly, but hearing just how much had happened brought an intensity to the room.

“Bannon made it back to Virginia,” Lisa told them, her voice low and intense. “Thousands have joined him. All still peaceful, even though they’re well-armed.” She paused, her gaze hardening. “They’re sending the National Guard around his compound now—Biden’s orders. But Bannon was a step ahead. He’d already moved on, gathering forces as he went. He is the new Samuel Adams, like Luke said.”

“More people are joining every hour,” Beth added, her hand still resting on Pat’s shoulder. “The American people… they’ve had enough. They took the War Room down though along with Real America’s Voice. So now he spreads his videos any way he can. His audience is now larger than it’s ever been.  You can’t stop freedom in our country. No one is accepting DC’s Bullshit. ”

Ben gave a nod, his eyes sharp. “We knew it was coming.”

“Apparently, Biden’s a mess over it,” Lisa continued, unable to hide a slight smile. She repeated the stories of the man pissing and shitting his pants. “And Kamala… well, she’s still cackling like she always does, but they know it’s blowing up in their faces.”

“Lord Nobama?” Pat asked, using the name they had all started calling him. Everyone knew he was pulling the strings from the shadows.

“Gone,” Lisa replied. “He fled his waterside compound. No one knows where he went.”

Pat’s eyes narrowed as he took it all in. The tide was turning faster than they’d expected. The Oregon situation had escalated even further, with Eastern Oregon militias openly declaring they would resist any gun confiscation efforts. In just three days, the confiscation orders were set to begin, and militia units had pledged to arrest any law enforcement or National Guard members who dared enforce it. Tensions were at an all-time high.

With the house quiet around them, Pat looked at Ben, and then at the others, his expression grave. “We’re leaving at first light,” he said. “Oregon’s where it begins.”

The plan was clear: they would get to Oregon’s capital before the confiscations started. It was the last stand for freedom as far as they were concerned, the place where the movement would make its mark. There would be no more isolated camps, no more sitting targets. If the government wanted a confrontation, they would have it, on ground of the people’s choosing.

Luke arrived soon after, coming in from his guard shift with Zach. They all gathered around, the fire of determination sparking in their eyes as Pat and Ben recounted what had happened in DC. “It was another setup,” Pat said. “Another repeat of January 6th. They expected us to give them a reason to go in hard, but we didn’t take the bait. Just like on January 6th, we all arrived unarmed. Imagine that. The fakers in the media and the Marist Democrats are so scared of patriots that they had to make an insurrection where none existed. They were scared of a real insurrection like what is now happening, and it shows how weak they are. ”

Everyone nodded, seeing the wisdom in that restraint. But now, the time for holding back was gone. Oregon would be different. The media is expected to speak of Feds being killed, and we were sure maritial law would soon be announced. It was almost a certainty after we got done in Oregon.

Beth looked at Pat, her hand trembling as she held onto him. “You’ll be careful, won’t you?” she whispered, barely able to keep her voice steady.

Pat smiled softly, brushing her cheek. “I will. But this fight—it’s something I have to do. These little bumps and such all over, are not spilling any major blood. Someone has to start major action and with the numbers of men there now in Oregon, with our own coming in, this is the place. I can feel it.  Then states will erupt and we will see what states are run by loyal Americans vs the RINO scum.”

The reality of what lay ahead settled in, and Beth’s eyes filled with tears. Lisa wrapped an arm around her friend as Beth’s voice shook. “I… I had a dream. You sacrificed yourself to save your men.” She looked down, her fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt, afraid to say more.

Pat put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, but Beth said nothing about the child she carried, the secret she hadn’t yet shared with him. She was too afraid of what he would do if he knew. Only Lisa and a few close friends knew, and they respected her choice to tell him in her own time, even as time seemed to be running out.  They would have one last night together before Oregon, and Beth made the most of it. Lisa and Luke did the same. Throughout history, in the face of imminent danger or mortality, people have often experienced an intense, almost primal urge to create life. It’s as if the looming shadow of death awakens a drive to leave something behind, to counter destruction with creation, and to ensure a piece of themselves lives on in an uncertain future. In times of war, upheaval, or crisis, this urge often grows even stronger, compelling men and women to seek connection, legacy, and continuity when faced with their own vulnerability.

The next morning, as the men gathered their gear and piled into the vehicles, Beth couldn’t hold back her tears. Lisa pulled her close, whispering words of comfort as they stood on the front porch, watching Pat, Ben and Luke disappear into the early dawn, the horizon just beginning to glow. Beth’s heart ached, gripped by a mixture of fear and pride. She knew the risks, knew that this could be the last time she saw him.

As the convoy pulled away, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake, Beth and Lisa stood side by side, holding each other against the uncertainty that loomed over them all.

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