Page 47 of Own the Eights Gets Married
Holy apocalyptic boot camp!
Jordan glanced at his fiancée, now sporting a frozen grin.
“Ignore him!” the woman said, gesturing to the armed older gentleman, who appeared ready to join a militia. “I’m Syd Slaughter, and this is my husband, Buck. We’ll be leading the boot camp.”
The Slaughters? This was right out of a horror movie.
This could not be right. The wedding people must have booked the wrong boot camp.
“We must have made a wrong turn. We’re expected at a bridal boot camp,” he said.
Syd gestured to the plethora of trees. “You’re here. This is it.”
“We are?” Georgie asked.
“Yes, this is the advanced wilderness bridal boot camp,” Syd replied as Buck stared them down.
Advanced?
Georgie glanced around. “Where’s the lodge?”
Syd turned to Buck, and the two broke out into laughter.
“Grab your gear and give Buck your car keys. He’ll park your vehicle behind the brush,” Syd instructed through a throaty chuckle.
“Why behind the brush?” he asked as he and Georgie grabbed their bags, then handed the old man his keys.
Buck’s features hardened. “Because we are off the grid, young man. There will be noGooglymaps or enemy drones taking pictures of my land or my animals.”
“You mean Google maps,” Jordan corrected.
Syd and Buck stared blankly at him. They had that scary look down pat.
“Is there Wi-Fi?” Georgie asked, cutting through the silence.
“No, ma’am! This boot camp is about living off the land and going toe to toe with Mother Nature. You can also hand me your phones. I’ll lock them in your car along with any other electronics,” Buck answered.
They didn’t even get to keep their phones?
“Okay,” Georgie replied wearily.
Syd cleared her throat and gestured with her chin toward Buck’s backpack. “We do have one modern convenience for you.”
“Great,” Georgie answered, relief coating the word, as Buck reached around and pulled two items from the bag.
“As mandated by the judge, we have to give you these,” the man said, handing them each a lanyard attached to a small plastic circle.
“What are they for?” Georgie asked.
“Death,” Buck shot back.
“Death?” Georgie echoed in a panicked whisper.
Wilderness or not, what kind of boot camp was this?
Syd let out another husky laugh. “Buck, don’t be so dramatic. It’s only a tracking device. You can press the little button, and we’ll come get you.”
“Why would you need to come and get us? Aren’t we here?” he questioned.
