Storiesonline.net ------- Remember the Alamo by cmsix Copyright© 2010 by cmsix ------- Description: You all know what happened when William Travis, David Crockett, and others took up in the Alamo while Santa Ana and most of the Mexicans in the world took offense. I thought it would be a little better for the Texas folk if a guy from later on went back with some modern weapons. Codes: MF ------- ------- Chapter 1 Basically, I was fucked, or as good as. I'd been working for Dr Thomas Tomberlane for sixteen months and yes, I was with him through most of his construction of his time machine. I'd even made some suggestions he took to heart. I was around while he was trying to figure out just how big to make the chamber he placed the subjects in. I convinced him to make adjustable fields so he could just put something in a specified area and adjust the area to be sent back in time. Anything in the area would go. Hell, he loved the idea right away and after he started designing and figuring he said he could send his whole house back. I'd only embarrassed myself big time once when I asked him why he never sent anything forward in time. "Because it hasn't happend yet," he explained, and laughed at me. We did testing for months on end. He'd send something back and then we'd go dig it up. Things were always just where he thought they'd be. They'd just look older than when we sent them off. Finally he got up the nerve to send himself back. He towed an Airstream trailer with his Jeep near enough to the machine to get it all in. He set the machine up to send himself back two thousand and fifteen years and to set him down near the outskirts of Rome. He showed me exactly how to work the business end so I could get him on his way. He also showed me a large box type arrangement and all it had on it was one big red button. 'Take the other one like this with you Jack, and don't lose it. If you want to come back just press the Red button and it will bring everything you left with back to the place you started from as long as it is reasonably close. It will also bring anything within a twenty foot sphere of itself. Don't worry about it bringing half a person or anything like that. If most of the person is within twenty feet they will come along, if most of them ain't they won't. It won't bring back dirt or anything like that or rocks either, unless you're holding them or some such." he said. "I'm showing you how to work this thing, Jack, because I know sooner or later you'll want to take off on your own trip. I don't give a shit about that since I'll be gone anyway," he told me, just before he left. He was right about that. I damned sure wanted to move back into the past, but not nearly as far back as he wanted to go. I wasn't goiing as far as he went either. Neither in actual distance or time. Hell, I was close enough, distance wise, akready. I just needed to gather a few essentials before I left. I already had a few things gathered up and with just a few more I'd be ready to scoot. I'd already latched onto a dozen Marlin 336Cs in 35 Remington and I'd laid in twenty thousand rounds for them plus a hundred pounds of powder and a hundred thousand bullets and primers. For my personal use I'd bought a Barret M82A1 and an ATN 3 to 9 power day/night scope and ten thousand rounds. I also had a good reloading press, dies for the fifty caliber brasses plus the 35 Remmington along with twenty thousand bullets and primers and a hundred pounds of a good powder for the large brasses. I was set up for at least one good battle. It was all already packed in my connestoga wagon. I'd also bought three good quarter horse mares and a great stallion. The quarter horses weren't the best for pulling a wagon since they didn't have good working shoulders, but they'd do, or at least I kept telling myself they would until I sniffed out a good deal on four good Missouri Mules. I couldn't resist buying them and taking them along On the day I decided to make my escape I loaded all my camping gear and all my firearms and reloading supplies into the wagon, had the team pull it into range and tied the quarter horses onto the back. Then I set the machine to send me and mine to Feburary 11, 1836. My intended final target was The Alamo of course, but since I was already in San Marcos in the here and now I figured if I didn't move any closer I could still get in place in in plenty of time for the actual start of hostilities on the 23rd. I dressed in my best estimation of clothes that would look normal to the time and of course I dragged on a pair of Cowboy boots. Since I didn't have anyone to send me off I set the delayed timer for five minutes and parked my ass in the wagon's driving seat. Five and a half minutes later, after the blurry vista resolved things around me sure changed. I was out in the sticks big time now and I had to make my best guess at which way to head to look for any sign of a road. I took five minutes to strap on my double holster gunbelt with a couple of Ruger 44 magnum SuperBlackhawk revolvers of the 6 inch barrel persuasion and I also strapped on a shoulder holster with a Colt Diamondback in 38 Special. Then I sat back on the driving bench and flicked the reins across the horses asses. Five hours later I pulled up in front of the Alamo, tied the team to a hitching rack and went inside looking for Colonel William B. Travis. It didn't take long to find him and when I told him I'd come to volunteer for the pending battle he shook my hand, welcomed me aboard, and had someone show me to a room. After settling down in a room I headed back downstairs In the saloon I found a swamper and offered him ten dollars to help me unload. He wanted to see the money first so I showed him one of the twenty dollar gold pieces I'd had sense enoung to bring along for the occasion. He took it, put it in his mouth and bit down on it like they always did in the movies, and then he went to the bar and got change, bringing me two five dollar coins. We carried the rifles inside first and then started toting the ammunition. It got the attention of someone and when he asked me about it damned if it wasn't David Crocket. Like any good talker he started up and so I showed him the Marlins and the rounds they fired. When I told him I had twelve he asked what I'd take for one. "You can have ten of them for nothing if you can find nine other good shots to share them with. I would advise you all sight them in before you use them though. They probably drop a lot less over distance than what you're used to," I said. He promised he'd have everyone he shared one with take care of that detail and after we'd got all of them plus the Barret and all the ammunition up to my room I held out a thousand rounds of the 35Remington cartridges for myself and sent Crocket on his way with ten rifles and nine thousand rounds Life in the Alamo was nice enough for the next few days. The food was good and plentiful. Finally it was time to pay the piper though, or else shoot him. I was up on the wall with my Barret about the time Santa Ana was doing his last dancing and prancing in front of the first wave or troops he was about to send our way. I didn't kill him, but I shot his horse out from under his no good ass and I did it with one shot. It looked to me like the horse had fallen on one of the General's legs and broken the shit out of it since it took a dozen men to roll the damned dead thning off him and he was carried away on a stretcher. I couldn't resist shooting one of the four liter bearers that was taking him away and of course he dropped his part of the load, him being dead and all. That really pissed them off and I saw a bunch start loading a cannon. It wasn't the biggest one they had but it was big enough. I'll admit I didn't know a four pounder from a six pounder, but the size of the ball they put in this one looked to be eight inches in diameter or so. I took careful aim after they quit ramming it and fired right down the open hole. I was hoping the big fifty caliber bullet would punch a hole in the ball and cause it to swell out a little at least. It must have done just that because when they touched the thing off it blew up in their faces. Hell, an explosion on their end was a lot better than the shot coming our way so I looked around to find other cannon being loaded. I did a damned good job if I do say so myself. One of them got a shot off, but I foiled six more the same way I had the first one. About an hour or so later David Crocket came up on the wall with nine other men carrying the Marlins I'd given him. They were just in time since a charge came at us then with a bunch of home made ladders. They found out quickly they weren't getting anywhere trying that shit. Crockett and his buddies laid down a withering fire on the ladder toters and not a damned ladder made it to the walls. They didn't let any of them make it back to the starting place with the ladders either. Hell, if someone else wanted to put a ladder on the wall they could try it with a brand new one. Most of the rest of the day I spent blowing up cannons. I kept a watch and when I saw one being loaded I pulled the same stunt. Hell, it seemed to work every time. About noon they tried the ladder trick again but all they did was pile more ladders atop the ones the other group had tried to put in place and then dropped when we shot their asses. They were at a big disadvantage what with the wall to climb before they could do anything and with us firing away while they were trying to climb. I didn't even use a rifle since it was so much easier to just stand at the wall and give a taste of the 44 magnum to anyone trying to handle a ladder. The main thing I worried about was the dead bodies piling up until the attackers just climbed over them to get inside. Soon enough word went around on our side not to shoot the men retrieving the dead or wounded. It was easy to see they'd never make any progress unless we let them, for us it was anyway. I don't know what they were thinking but we were behind high stout walls and we had repeating arms. As long as our ammunition held out they weren't going to do any good at all. It didn't really matter to us. We could stand up there and slaughter them by the hundreds or thousands. It wasn't much skin off our asses. They had even given up on trying their cannons by now since so many of them exploded when they lit them off. They didn't know what was causing it but even a blind hog finds an acorn every now and then and they had finally decided it wasn't worth losing a cannon to get off one or two shots our way. ------- Chapter 2 Things were winding down on the frontal assault side. It didn't mean the firing was over. I was doing a pretty good job on both cannons and crews by now. I had settled into a comfortable chair and was using one of the crenels in the wall as a base for the sandbags I was using to give my Barrett a steady rest. Mostly I gave my targets a big hole in the chest, but every now and then I only wounded one so I could make sure what they had for medical men down there had something to do. I tried not to shoot the medics mostly, since I wanted them running around trying to save people. I did keep up the attacks on litter bearers though and several times when I hit one he dropped his share of the load causing the wounded man to be dumped onto the ground. They adapted and started using six men per litter and I tried to make sure I never shot any of those. Hell, I'd upped the ante by fifty percent on the number of men used per trip and the more men I could keep busy and out of the attacking action the better off we were. I doubted it was a big thing but after all, every little bit helped. Hell, I thought I was doing a good job until we noticed, just before sunset, a bunch of new arrivals. It looked to me like three thousand or more men rode up and started pitching tents well away from the action. I had, or thought I could get the cure for that though so I left my "battle station" and went to find Colonel Travis. I told him I had to leave for more supplies but that I'd be back before sunrise. He asked me if I was sure I could make good my escape since they had us completely surrounded and weren't shy about shooting anyone who left the Alamo. "I'll call you to come watch me leave once I'm ready," I told him, promising he'd know more abouot it after he watched. He said he'd be sure to come and see me off. It only took about an hour to find a nearly clear spot to park my wagon after I'd hitched the mules. I left the horses in the stalls and gathered one of the larger men who seemed fairly smart to sit on the wagon seat beside me. Once I pushed the red button me, the wagon, mules, and my new companion disappeared from where we'd been parked. John, the man with me, was surprised when we appeared just out in front of my barn parked before the time machine that had sent me off in the first place. John and I got down and went into the hourse. I managed to talk him into putting something on the stove after giving him a lesson in using it and while he got supper ready I got on the phone and called Fastwalker, an old log hauling buddy of mine, who happened to be a member of the national guard. I managed to get Fastwalker to come out to the house by promising him ten thoudans bucks for an evening's work. I might as well tell you now that nearly any log hauler will come running if you offer him that kind of money. John and I sat down and ate the eggs and sausage he'd cooked and just as we finished Fastwalker came up and parked his pickup. I had already gathered up a stack of hundred dollar bills on the table and we all sat around it with a cup of coffee while I told Fastwalkerr what I wanted from the National Guard Armory. He happened to know they had six M120 120mm mortars on their trailers and parked in a fenced in area. He also pointed out he had a key to said area. "Now, I've got nothing against stealing from the government, but I'll have to know what you want this for so you'd better make up a good story right quick like," Fastwalker said. "You still married, Fastwalker?" I asked him. "Naw, the old lady got her dumb ass killed in a car wreck about four months ago. I've been thinking about moving on to the regular Army and getting in one of these wars we got going on," he said. "What about your boys?" I asked. "Hell, they're all twenty-one now. My folks kicked my ass out of the house when I turned eighteen. They can make it on their own now, or else they can't. It's time for me to let them sink or swim," he said. "Get a refil on the coffee then since I've got a hell of a tale to tell you. It'll even let John in on what he's up to tonight," I said, and after we'd all refilled our coffee cups I told the tale to both of them even though John knew most of it on his own. Fastwalker was spellbound and after I finished he stuck his left leg out and said," Pull the other one now." "You can find out whether it's true or not by comming along with us when we leave tonight," I said. "You mean you want to steal some mortars and help kick them Mexican asses at the Alamo? For real?" he asked. "I'm serious as cancer. You can go and kick some yourself, and as you can plainly see you can come back here later on if you want to," I told him. "Come back for what. We just got laid off yesterday. Big Jim has about run out of jobs for us," he said. "That reminds me. I'm gonna call Big Jim and see if he wants to sell a truck," I said. "I can tell you the answer to that already. He wants to sell one bad. Hell, he wants to sell six." he said. We did call Big Jim and he got his ass to my house right quick like. He didn't want any coffee so I sat his ass down and told my tale again. He didn't believe a word of it until I counted out twenty thousand bucks into his big hand and told him I wanted to steal one of his trucks. It was right up his alley. He had them all insured and if one could disappear and leave twenty thoudand bucks behind it suited him fine. He even threw in a forty-eight foot flatbed trailer to go with it. It was nearly midnight by the time we got everything lined out and then Fastwalker and I got into my pickup and his and headed to the National Guard Armory. Fastwalker knew the guard watching the place and it didn't take us ten minutes to disable him and tie him up with plastic ties. We latched onto an M120 trailer each and then spent an hour filling our pickup beds with the ammunition for them. When we got back to my house we parked within range of the time machine, unhitched and unloaded, and went right back to the armory. There Fastwalker showed me something I didn't know had even been invented yet. The M26 Modular Accessory Shotgun System. It fitted onto the underside of the barrel of an M16 or an M4 just like the M203 grenade launcher and consisted of a twelve gauge shotgun attachment with a five shot magazine Fastwalker, since he already had a good idea of what we were going to do, convinced me we needed to take along several M4s with both the shotgun attachments and several M203s along with plenty of rounds for both. We piled both pickups high and headed right back. We loaded the mortar trailers onto the flatbed and took off for two more. When we returned we put those aboard the flatbed and then loaded all the ammunition onto it too. Our next trick was parking both pickups, the Mack tractor and the flatbed in range of the time machine. We fetched John from the house, and sent everything, including ourselves, back. I adjusted the time machine and sent us right back where I'd left from and five minutes after I'd left. There were still several men who'd seen me leave standing around when we showed back up and one of them sprinted for Colonel Travis right away. The Colonel came out and asked me what this was all about. I told him I'd brought back some arms and he was happy to send some men to help us tote and carry. We detached one M120 from its trailer and set it up on the walkway around the inside of our walls up top. Colonel Travis sent for David Crockett at my request and soon enough he had ten more good shots lined up for equipping with the M4s with the shotgun attachment. We spent several hours teaching them how to operate them and then I got the Mortar lined out for use from up on the wall. Fastwalker went with me since he'd just finished training on the M120. I decided to take an M4 with a shotgun attachment for myself to help guard him tomorrow while he was giving them hell with the mortar. It felt a little funny to me when midnight came around again for me about three hours later. Someone brought Fastwalker and I both a cot to sleep on and we spent the night right where we'd be needed most the next morning. Hell, someone even brought our breakfast to us just before sunrise and after we finished eating Fastwalker was nearly pissing his pants to get to fire the mortar in anger. The biggest tent out there was where they took the wounded and it was nearly fifteen hundred yards away from the walls. Fastwalker spent a couple of minutes with a rangefinder and binoculars and then set up the mortar and dropped in a round. It made the normal "whoomp" sound a mortar makes and about two seconds later the big hospital tent exploded. I was watching with binnoculars and I could see several bodies go flying up and out. Since the hospital tent was at the outer edge of their campgrounds Fastwalker dropped back on the range adjustment and then swung the mortar on its base plate. He started walking the fire from one edge to the next giving them a round about every ten seconds. Hell, he'd drop another one before the one before it even hit the ground. I hadn't noticed the Ma Deuce Fastwalker had cabbaged onto unttil he set it up earlier this morning. The Mexicans streaming our way now had never even imagined any such thing. Fastwalker left the mortar and began sweeping the front lines of the attackers with the Browning M2 and let me tell you, it did the job as expected. He mowed them down like wheat under a giant sickle. Most of the Mexicans were in full retreat by now and so I grabbed up my Barrett and started picking off anyone who was dressed like an officer. There were several of them mounted and prancing around trying to give orders. Hell, I made them stop that shit. David Crocket with his twenty-four man squad was doing all the good too. The ones armed with the Marlin lever actions were biting deep into the men still approaching and the ones with the M4 carbines were doing a hell of a job on those closer in. Mainly they seemed to be picking off the ones Fastwalker hadn't mowed down in the first place. Fastwalker gave up on the Ma Deuce and went back to the mortar. They were trying to get about a hundred wagons organized to leave with what they could gather up in the way of supplies and Fastwalker didn't take long to get the range on them. Soon wagons and mules were getting their asses burned big time. Usually it was just a wagon that took a good square hit though since the mules would haul ass once the shrapnel started stinging their asses. There wasn't one swinging Mexican dick headed our way now. It was mostly mass confusion in their area, except for the ones who weren't confused at all and were running as fast as they could away from the scene. Even the few officers I hadn't shot yet were on their feet running as fast as they oculd get their fat asses to travel. Well hell, how about that? The sorry bastards weren't giving Texas even nearly the dose of shit they did last time now are you? I didn't say it of course, but I thought it hard and heavy. Fastwalker was still doing a bang up job on the wagons trying to leave. No wonder, the M120's max range was out around twenty-three thousand feet. The wagons, even the rafthest out still had a couple of miles to go to get clear. It wasn't as if he could line up any sights on a particular wagon, but then again it wasn't like the wagons could take off in any direction they wanted to. and the rounds he was dropping didn't have to be pin point on the spot. When they exploded they rained down death on a wide area and they only had to disable one of the horses or mules to bring a wagon to a stop where he could refine his aim... Suddenly David Crockett leaned in and said something to Fastwalker and he seemed to lose interest in the departing wagons. He switched tasks and started blowing up cannons. Suddenly they were having a hell of a time leaving. In fact Fastwalker was aiming either at the teams pulling the cannons or just ahead of them. Things went well when he happened to place the round among the team and it worked even better if he dropped it ahead of them. In fact, in either case the cannon stopped moving in the direction they'd been headed. If he put it in among 'em they mostly just dropped dead or so severly wounded they couldn't pull anythng anywhere any longer. When he dropped one in front of them they stopped of course and then they shied back and all of them tried to run in a different direction. David Crockett, his squads, and I started following up the rounds Fastwalker dropped by killing the men guiding the progress. Soon enough there were several field pieces with their teams stopped and just standing around. It looked like they would be dreadfully short of artillery during their next attack. Two hours later the able bodied men in the Alamo were out in front of it taking hold of the harness of the teams standing around without direction and leading them back inside where they were unhitched and cared for. You could just tell they liked things like this a lot better than they had trying to leave. Of course we set up a gleaning squad or two. They finished off and butchered the horses, mules, and oxen that had been severly wounded in the fracas and they also examined the wagons the Mexicans had run away from. We weren't short of food at all now. There were cooking fires started all around inside the walls of the old mission and meat was being cooked for several meals to come. We all learned to eat mule and horse meat before the sun was down and we ended the evening with a giant feed. What we didn't do was waste even one morsel on the wounded from Santa Anna's bunch. We didn't waste any medical treatment on his wounded either. We did share a bullet with any wounded we saw though. Hell, we didn't have the resources to watch and feed prisoners of war. We didn't even bury any of them. We just dragged them into a big pile, stacked wood on and around them and then we set the funeral pires alight. Of course we did at least take the time to rob the bodies of anything useful, including boots, weapons, and clothes. I was hapiest when I saw Santa Anna's dead ass piled on top. The Mexicans probably didn't have any idea of what heartbreak and confusion we saved them with that action and I knew damned well that Mexico would be changed for the better in it's new future from his death. ------- Chapter 3 We knocked off for a meal and some sleep around midnight but we were up early the next morning. Shortly after breakfast we had one hell of a job on our hands. There was still plenty of supplies and equipment left out where the action had been just yesterday. The Mexicans had made an aborted attempt to haul most of it off near the end of the battle but the mortar and my Barrett had disuaded them from all attempts. They were forming up way back out of raange now for another attempt at the walls and that was a bummer since we had a snatch and grab of their equipment and supply wagons in mind. However, they were forming up so far back we thought we could go out and grab a wagon or two before they could even come up to try and stop us. David Crockett and his squad were going out to provide some cover for the group of men who were going to try it. The biggest snag was a dead horse or two in every hitch out there. We got Fastwalker set up with the 50 caliber machine gun and I was in place with my Barrett. Fastwalker was intending to mow the main body down if they headed our way and I was going to try and knock off the officers. Our first attempt went off without a hitch. Forty men stormed out the front gate and while some of them cut the dead horse out of a hitch David Crocket and his squad laid down covering fire while the rest got the remainder of the team moving toward the gate. The Mexicans were caught so flat footed that they didn't even make a real effort to try and stop things. For our next trick Crockett and his squad didn't even go out. The group that went set their sights on a closer wagon and they all stormed out, cleared the dead animals and mostly towed the wagon back inside with men helping the few team animals that were still able to pull. The Mexicans were about half ass sorted out this time but they still didn't make much of an effort. We could see them getting set up to try and do a better job next time though. The next try by us was the charm though. As soon as our men left they were waiting on go and they headed toward them. Fastwalker and the M2 discouraged them while I joined in when they were a little closer and Crockett's squad joined in when the Mexicans got closer still. They did wound two of our guys, but it was nothing serious while Fastwalker made a mess out of them. While we were letting things settle down for another try I noticed they hadn't pulled back out of the mortar's range after this last trip was over. Fastwalker switched to the mortar and got it sighted in on where they were standing around now and we made it up with the others to just open the gates and pretend they were going out for another try. It worked like a charm and the Mexicans started charging as soon as the gate was opened again. Fastwalker left the M2 alone this time and merely started dropping rounds down the tube. They were well within range by now and he did them serious damage. As soon as they were in full retreat our guys went out and pulled in two more wagons and one of the cannons they'd left behind earlier. It was still a piss off they could just back up out of fange of the mortar, but it gave me and idea. I talked it over with Fastwalker and we got our lies about the mortar straight. It seemed we had left an important piece of equipment back at the Armory. Unknown to me they had several Hummers with a special mounting plate for the M120 in the back. We took off for the place we'd parked my pickup then and he and I made a return trip. We drove up to the National Guard Armory and let ourselves back in and Fastwalker stole the Hummer. We headed back to my place and used the time machine again to send us right back. When we were back with it we knocked off for supper and then installed one of the M120s into the back of the Hummer. We took a snooze then since we decided after midnight would be the best time to share our new trick with them... I woke around 11;AM and got Fastwalker going too. We headed for the Hummer and had it going and headed out the gate a few minutes later. I drove and all I did was run out about 3000 feet closer to them and then let Fastwalker do his thing. It was great for us since they were all gathered up close for sleeping and most of them were asleep. God, we made a mess of their asses and we didn't let up until they got some men organized to head our way. When they got within 500yards I just headed out, turned around and raced back inside the mission. It was at breakfast the next morning before I thought of something else we should have stolen from the Nasty Guard. It would have meant the end of this little conflict and I guess our men would have been safer if we'd taken one or two M2A2 Armored Personell Carriers. No matter, if we went back again and found a couple of them parked somewhere we could just take them. Fastwalker and I talked it over and he said it would only take a couple of days to teach a few guys to drive and fight them. Of course, in our situation the main thing to know about fighting the vehicle was to point the 25mm cannon and the 7.62mm machine gun at the enemy and fire. Of course if the Mexicans could hit it with one of the eight pounders or above things might get damaged, but it was unlikely they could hit it with a weapon that had to be loaded from the muzzle, especially at the speed the M2A2 could travel. Fastwalker said he knew where some of them were parked at Ft. Hood and since it was so close we made a trip, determined exactly where several were parked and we merely had the time machine set us down close to them and then we used the retrieval box to abscond with two of them and several thousand rounds of the ammunition. Colonel Travis had a talk with us when we got back with them and he had some questions about where we got them. I btoke down and told him the whole story. He barely believed me at first but he finally got around to asking if we could get even more powerful weapons. "Yes. I can. I could even get a bomb that would blow New Your City off the map, but I don't think it would be wise to do so. He agreed with me after a moments thought and decided he'd let me decide which weapons I went back for. The next day was spent resting and then loading the M2A2s and after a good night's sleep we spent the next day picking out a crew of three and giving them some instructions. Around midnight that night we fired it up and went out to do serious damage to the Mexican Army. We drove right up to them and started blasting. We killed even more than we had with the mobile mortar raid and we didn't let up until sunrise when we drove the one we'd used back into the Alamo. We went in, had breakfast and by the time we got back up on the walls we could see them packing up and bugging out. Fastwalker and I hopped into the other M2A2 and went out and gave them a dose of shit as they were leaving and it was a little funny how they suddenly started abandoning their supplies and equipment and just commenced hauling ass. My main regret was that neither Fastwalker nor I knew the first thing about flying a helicopter. We both felt like we could have done a much better job with just one Apache or Cobra. With the Mexican asses well and truly kicked we slept in the next morning and by the time we were up and fed most of the other men were out collecting things the Mexicans had left lying around beccause of their hasty retreat. The strange thing was they'd even left most of their horses. Apparently we'd scared them so badly they left on foot. No matter. Some of the men were old hands at herding horses and cows. They hadn't left many cows around but they had taken off without their mules and oxen either. It took us two weeks to get things organized to hitch up teams and drag the wagons and cannons away. Hell, it took three days to build a ramp to load the M2A2s onto the flatbed trailers. We'd just finished it when Fastwalker thought of some military type lowboys designed to carry them. We made another trip and stole four from Ft Hood that night and things went much better after that. Of course we went ahead and took a couple of Military type tractors to haul them with too. The trickiest part was stealing a tanker truck and trailer full of diesel so we'd be able to keep them running. I mean it wasn't like we could pull up to a service station for a fill up. Not for forty or fifty years anyway. We didn't let that end our trips to borrow military equipment though. We furnished twelve M2 Machine guns to share with the Alamo and of course we needed plenty of ammunition for them. We spent a week teaching men to use the machine guns and we took off with the M2A2s leaving Colonel Travis in charge to hold down the Fort. ------- Chapter 4 Two weeks of fucking around and making preparations had the Alamo in good shape. We had the mortars set up, mostly in the center of the plaza but we also had a few spread out on the walkway up along the walls. We also had several of the M2 machine guns scattered around on the walkway and pointing their business ends out of the crenels. We were set up to mow down any assault from any direction and we could also use the mortars to reach out and touch any force that tried to set up within five miles of us. Still, it was like building up forces with no one to shoot at. We didn't know which way they had gone or even who was leading them. We'd sent out plenty of patrols on horseback and still hadn't seen hide nor hair of them. Fastwalker and I gathered up plenty of prepared food, put it in the Hummer with the machine gun on top and took a ride back to just after we'd left the National Guard Armory before. We had ourselves put down at my place, hid the Hummer inside my barn, and then mounted up in my pickup and left for some recon. We knew something had gone on at the Armory since there were troops all around it and it wasn't possible to even approach it without going through several guard stations. The scene gave us lust in our hearts though since there were now several helicopters parked around it.We could also see several tanker trucks full of the jet fuel the helos used. Late in the afternoon we noticed several of the men being let go for the night and Fastwalker spotted a friend of his leaving. We followed him and he drove straight down Hwy 77 and crossed over into Louisiana onto Hwy 1 oveer there. "Tell me why we're following this guy Fastwalker." "That's Carl Bryant. He's a helicopter pilot. He isn't normally stationed here though he is a Guard man. If you wave some cash in front of his nose we might talk him into taking a little trip with us," he said. "Good, all we need to do is have a talk with him." I said. We followed him down to Rex's bar just over the line into Louisiana and we went inside it and found him at a table having a beer, or starting on several. We sat down at his table and he recognized Fastwalker at once. "Hey man, you're just the guy everyone's lookng for and I'll be the guy with you is another one they want to talk to really badly." "If they're looking for the ones who borrowed a bunch of equipment we're the ones ok," Fastwalker told him. "What in the hell did you want with all that. They're afraid you're starting some sort of terroist deal," Carl said. "We're using it all right, but not now. They'll never find us since they don't know where to look," Fastwalker said. "Hell, they're looking everywhere. They'll find you sooner or later," Carl said. "Just tell me Carl. How are they gonna find us back at the Alamo?" Fastwalker asked. "Hell, they'll get around to looking there sooner or later," he said. "They can't. At least they can't look there when we're there. I'm talking about the Alamo at the time Santa Anna was trying to take it." Fastwalker said. "Oh, I see. You've gotten into some science fiction bullshit. Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Carl asked. "We ain't trying to tell you shit, cause we know you'd never believe it. We can go show you if you'd like to see it," Fastwalker said. "Hell, I was just about drunk enough when you came in and I shore am by nnow. Let's go take a look," he said. He followed us out, got into his pickup, and followed us all the way back to my house. Fast walker even gave him a tour through my barn where the Hummer was parked. We drove the Hummer out into the spot we already had the time machine set up for. I set the place to put us down and then set the timer. We were sent back five minutes later and we ended up parked in the plaza right in the big middle of the Alamo. A couple of the men on guard came over but they recognized Fastwalker and I and went back to their fucking off. We led Carl into the Cantina and sprung for a mug of beer for all of us and picked out an empty table for talking. We told Carl what we wanted with him and it was a tougher sale than I'd thought it would be. "You mean you can just mark off a spot and send eveerything in it back here?" he asked, amazed. "Yep, and we can stay as long as we'd like and then go back," I said. "Maybe, but if I did it they'd still be looking for me when I went back. I just reupped," he said. "Hell, you can just live your life up back here then. We can arrange for plenty of money for you to live on," I said. "I guess it might not be so bad then. There sure seem to be plenty of women around your bunch," he said, looking closely at one of the Mexican gals who were serving beer. I happened to know the girl he was looking at. She wasn't a barroom whore, but I knew the girl's mama too. I went to talk to her and told her Carl was a rich guy I was trying to talk into staying here with us. I pointed out Carl was looking for a good woman or two to send his money on and she said she'd have a word with Maria and see if she would like to hang around with us gringos. Ten minutes later Maria came over to our table and sat in Carl's lap. "I've been told you'd like a woman or two of your own to keep and that you had plenty of money to make sure they wouldn't have to work," Maria told him as she wiggled her ass around on his lap. They were swapping spit in seconds and when they came up for air I knew Carl was hooked. I shoved a stack of twenty dolar gold pieces over toward him and mentioned he might want to take Maria up to our rooms. "Oh, yes. Let us go to your room. Let me call Izel to go with us first," Maria said, and she motoined to another dark skinned beauty with even more titty than she had. Soon enough Carl was leading them both away and Fastwalker asked me why we didn't latch onto a couple of girls and join them. Hell, all it took was waving a couple over and we went up to join the fuckfest. When we got to the rooms Carl was naked and on his back on a bed while Maria was mounted on his mouth and Izel was bounching on his dick. I figured he was convincced to do anything we asked by now so Fastwalker and I paid attention to our guests and I lost track of what he was doing while I was laying between the legs of Isabella, the one I had and was trying to pound another hole in her. The next morning all the girls were still with us even though they were all naked as Jaybirds now, just like we were. We got some service somehow and water was brought for baths. We all at least rinsed off and got dressed again and then headed downstairs for the food. We had a big breakfast with plenty of coffee and I'm not sure about the rest but I at least felt like a white man after breakfast and plenty of coffee. We asked the girls to come outside with us and we piled into the Hummer. I pressed the magic red button and we showed up in front of my barn in modern times. I parked the Hummer in the barn and we moved to two pickups and headed for Wal-Mart. The girls must have felt like they'd died and gone to heaven in there and I let Carl and Fastwalker take them shopping while I looked around. I didn't see anything I couldn't live without so I joined the others. The best part of the trip was when I went into the dressing room with Isabella to help her try on bras, thong panties, and more normal cotton style panties. We bought plenty of things for the girls and I even got a couple of pair of boots for myself. Soon enough we headed back via the magic red button and we spent the rest of the day sorting and storing our stuff. Carl was sold on the deal by now and so with his help I set the time machine up on five Apaches, two fuel tankers, and two trailer loads of ammunition for the Apaches. It took only seconds to send them back and then we left too. It took us two hours to get things settled down when we got back. The appearance of the flying machines had caused a ruckus and the tanker trucks didn't help anything either. Carl filled the helicopters though it was only topping them off and then we parked the tankers out of the way. Carl fired up every Apache and moved them more or less out of the way too though we kept them inside the walls. We finally went inside the Cantina and had supper and then the three of us stood up and held the girls while they danced. We stayed until late and then went upstairs to our rooms and played the ever popular game of hide the weenie. We got excellent service for baths the next morning due no doubt to the excellent tipping we'd done last time. I was more than happy to wash Isabella's bugger and titties and I even paid special attention to drying her and helping her on with a nice thong and bra and I let her put on the rest of her clothes while I got dressed myself. We went down and had breakfast and then Carl and I left Fastwalker to take care of the women while we went out and warmed up an Apache to go looking for the remainder of Santa Anna's army. Of course he was still dead. We took it up to about three thousand feet and began sweeping our way south. They were easy to find just on the other side of the Rio Grande. They were strung out in a line about a mile long. We started at the rear with the wagons they'd managed to get away with and worked our way on toward the front. Our bullets made it to the front of the line before the shouted warnings from the back did and we really did a number on the remains of the Mexican Army. At first we tried to figure out a way to kill the soldiers without killing the horses but we gave it up as a bad job and just laid waste to everything that was moving. By the time we were through I figured Texas would have no further trouble from down Mexico way. It didn't really matter because we had plenty of helicopters, fuel, and ammunition in case they thought of attacking again. Besides, they had around ten thousand dead for this little advnture including Santa Anna. I didn't forsee them recovering enough strength in their army for quite a while. I didn't really know or care what kind of effect this would all have on the time line and I didn't even know how long it would take the changes to filter on up to modern times. I figured it would mean a lot less pressure from Mexico onto Texas and I doubted it would be a bad thing. I didn't even think we'd need the helicopters again, but we'd already stolen them and we might as well keep them around. Of course I thought it would be better if we built some barns to hide them in to keep nosey people from gawking at them. I damned sure didn't intend for any politicians to get the idea they could use them as they saw fit. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-03-03 Last Modified: 2010-03-20 / 04:50:44 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------