“Can we talk about something else, please?” Gordon pleaded.
“I’m gonna hit the sack,” Sebastian said as he stood up.
“Hey, don’t run off because I’m being an ass, please stay, it’s been a long time since we just… chatted,” Gordon said.
“We’ll have more time, I promise you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m tired and it’s… shit, it’s almost past three a.m.”
Gordon took a large swallow of wine and sat the glass down next to him. He looked up at Sebastian, smiled, and said, “Good night, brother. It’s really good to have the family back together.”
“It sure is,” Sebastian agreed, then walked inside the house.
Gordon leaned back in the chair and looked at the bountiful stars above him. The vastness of space had always intrigued him and frightened him at the same time. What was so intriguing was the thought of what else existed out there, the different worlds and unusual places. What frightened him was how uncertain and chaotic the universe was. He remembered watching programs about the solar system. All the astronomers would comment that Earth was perfectly positioned, that it was in the “Goldilocks” place in our planetary system. It wasn’t too hot or too cold, its location was perfect, which allowed for the temperatures to be just right. This perfect location in the solar system made it a world that could harbor life, a world that was a sanctuary for thousands of different species all unique to this specific place and time. Gordon needed to get himself and his family to their “Goldilocks” space. He thought of McCall as that spot on this world—where there weren’t too many people, where natural resources were abundant—where it was just right. He also knew that his sanctuary was more than a place; it also resided in those he called friends and family.
When the snows receded in the spring, he, Samantha, Haley, Sebastian, Annaliese, Eric, Melissa, Beth, Nelson, Seneca, Gretchen, and Luke would venture to their sanctuary to begin a new life. They would arrive with the lessons of their past. Gordon prayed those lessons would help guide them to a more certain and hopeful future.
EPILOGUE
OCTOBER 18, 2066
• • •
“It took a while but we finally did make it to McCall. There my life changed for the best,” Haley said.
“So it took your family over five months to get to McCall from San Diego?” John asked for clarification.
“That sounds about right.”
“You’ve mentioned the years in McCall were some of the best you can remember. Why is that?” John asked.
“Daddy would refer to it as our little sanctuary, and it really was. We were safe there.”
“But war came soon after that?”
“You know the history of the war as well as I do,” Haley remarked.
“So how did your father become so involved in the war and why?”
The front door opened and a blast of cool air washed over them both. Hunter came in and shook the snow off of his coat.
“Excuse me,” Haley said, standing up. She walked into the foyer and hugged Hunter.
John followed right behind. “Hi, I’m John from the Cascadian Times,” he said, putting his hand out to shake.
“John, this is my oldest son, Hunter Nelson Rutledge.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Hunter,” John commented.
“Have you, now?” Hunter asked with a large smile.
“Would you be interested in sitting down with me and sharing your story too? Having the perspective of another generation of the Van Zandt clan would be an interesting twist.”
“Maybe another time. But it was nice to meet you. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Hunter said, walking toward the back of the home.
“Can we continue this later? I want to spend some time with my son,” Haley said.
John looked at his watch and answered, “Sure, that shouldn’t be a problem. We’ll pick up where we left off.”
John showed himself out.
Haley went to the bedroom where Hunter was staying and knocked.
“It’s open!” he called out.
Haley opened up and asked, “How was your day?”
“Mom, I think I should tell you before you hear about from someone else.”
Haley crossed her arms as if guarding herself from bad news.
“I’m leaving—”
“I know. You told me this morning,” she interrupted.
“I’m leaving for McCall.”
“McCall?”
“Yeah, I got a call from Sebastian. He’s there.”
“Sebastian’s in McCall?” Haley asked, concerned.
“He called me and said he needed me to come out, that it was important.”
“What else did he say?”
“That’s it. He just said it was important and that he needed to show me something.”
Haley was upset about Hunter’s travel plans but tried to play it off as being tired. “Can I get you some coffee? I need a cup.” He shook his head and she smiled and closed the door.
Haley walked into the hallway and headed for the kitchen. She stopped and stared for a long time at a picture of her uncle Sebastian, and her father, staring at it for a long time. It was as if she was attempting to imprint each line, every detail on her brain. The picture had been taken the day they had arrived in McCall, sometime in the late spring of 2015.
She missed her uncle Sebastian every day. What had happened to him altered how she felt about her father forever. Many times she had asked him about it, but he never had wanted to discuss it. Now that Hunter would soon be in McCall, maybe he could find out why.
She walked into the kitchen. As she poured the water into her French press, she couldn’t help but be catapulted into the past again.
About the Author
G. MICHAEL HOPF is the bestselling author of The End and The Long Road. He spent two decades living a life of adventure before settling down to pursue his passion for writing. He is a former combat veteran of the U.S. Marine Corps and former bodyguard. He lives with his family in San Diego, California.
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