Where the Wild Horses Run (Part 3, page 2 of 5)

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Part 3

Ben pulled into a recycle place and dumped his load. He then went into a store while Audrey waited for him in his truck. He came out with a bunch of these white boxes that looked like cat liter containers among other food items. He backed out and headed back the way he had come. He pulled into the dome city and instead of unhooking the hand tied gate he hooked.

A couple of men with guns came out to see what was going on. Ben introduced himself and introduced Audrey as his daughter and wanted to give these food items to the community. The men escorted to the middle of the dome city. Audrey saw a playground for children to play in plus there was this big pool where they took their baths and washed their clothes by hand. The food was unloaded and given to every family. Audrey realized those white containers was survival food containers. It contained Oatmeal, potato soup, pancake mixes. plus other items.

The next little town was the Asphalt City where only women no matter what age lived there. Some lived in tents, some lived in vans, some lived in their personal vehicles. During the day some of them had jobs but mainly they were women who had no family members who wanted them or made them feel as burdens and get under these bigger tents with card tables and would make craft goods and sale them to passer byers if they stopped.

The city's policemen in uniform patrol this city with a fine tooth comb so they weren't going to stop. He said usually his brother and him does but if they did there would be a good chance of her being spotted. One of the women held up something and Ben said that was Betty Lou and had recognized his truck and showed him that she had bread for sale. He briefly pulled over while she hid under the cushions in the back of the truck and he rolled down his window and gave her some money and took the bread and told this lady he was in a hurry and would stop and stay longer next time

She saw him slowing down and she looked at what looked like a gated sales lot of some kind that had sheds and little yards. A few of them had picnic tables and a couple of them had a playground equipment. Ben told her they were what people call the Tiny House community where mostly single people or couples of all ages and now even young families that couldn't afford much but wanted a place to call their own.

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