Honor Road by Jason Ross (best non fiction books of all time TXT) 📕

just to get his hands on the Ranch. There probably wasn’t “a resistance” or a meet-up. Willie had his master’s degree in getting manipulated. His short stint in state prison taught him everything he’d need to know to avoid the traps. But he was desperate for options. He had a wife, a ten year old girl and a six year old boy. In a little more than two weeks, he’d start seeing hunger in their eyes. He’d do anything to prevent that. Even take a chance on joining up with a bunch of peckerwoods.

“Leave one of your boys with us,” Willie floated an idea. “Leave someone who knows about the meet-up. He can guide us there when we’re ready.”

The cop cocked his bald head. “How do we know you won’t just kill him? Or torture the information out of him?”

“If we wanted to kill a cop, we would’ve shot you holding the white flag. I could shoot you right now.” Willie hefted the AR-15. “You’re going to have to take some calculated risks if you want to add two hundred black soldiers in the fight against the cartel. And, we’re going to want something else, thrown into the bargain for good faith.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” the cop asked.

“I’ll tell you when the time comes.” Willie smiled. “It won’t be anything you’ll mind giving. Word-to-the-mother.”

At the end of the day, what Willie wanted was help learning how to grow food. He’d never felt more vulnerable than this moment, seventeen days from running out of supplies for his kids. In his life, he’d never grown so much as a tomato.

None of his people—not a single one—had ever planted a garden. In the Phoenix African-American community, there were no farmers; not even an enterprising pot grower. They must reach outside their community in order to gain that knowledge. He and his brothers would be happy to do the work. They just needed to know where to dig and where to get water in the desert.

The cop had been mulling over the idea of leaving a guide. Willie could almost hear the buzzing and clinking of the slow, cast iron machinery inside the cop’s head. He seemed to reach a decision. “Alright. I’ll leave someone, but you have to let us inside to load up on supplies.”

Willie shook his head. “No deal.”

The cop drilled into Willie’s eyes with his own, as though his whiteness was going to make Willie swoon. It was the face of a slave master staring down a slave, or just a big man accustomed to getting his way by threat of violence. Willie chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” The thick-necked cop spat.

“Nothing. History trying to repeat itself, I guess.”

The cop swiped the statement away and Willie could see in his face that he didn’t get it. “I’ll leave a man here, and if you princes of Wakanda decide that protecting America means anything to you, show up at the meet—with supplies.”

Willie had no intention of taking food away from his wife and kids and giving it to white men, but that was a fight for another day. “Groovy,” he said.

“Wait here,” the cop ordered.

Ten minutes later, another cop crossed the parking lot of the pharmacy and joined them in the street. This one was a Latino.

“Saúl Calderon,” he reached out a hand to Willie and smiled. His accent was too thick for a Phoenix cop.

“You don’t look like no cop and you don’t sound like no American.”

“I’m not. I’m ex-military—on-loan from the Mexican government to help you put down the cartel.”

“Well, Champ.” Willie stepped forward and set his hand on the man’s shoulder. “That sounds like the biggest crock of bullshit yet today. But I like you.” He laughed and clapped the hand on Calderon’s shoulder. “You’re not white. You got that going for you. Come have lunch. Do you like cornflakes?”

[Excerpt from America Invaded, the sequel to both Honor Road and Black Autumn Conquistadors. Continue reading on Kindle, paperback or free on Kindle Unlimited]

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About the Authors

Jason Ross has been a hunter, fisherman, shooter and preparedness aficionado since childhood and has spent tens of thousands of hours roughing it in the great American outdoors. He's an accomplished big game hunter, fly fisherman, an Ironman triathlete, SCUBA instructor, and frequent business mentor to U.S. military veterans. He retired from a career in entrepreneurialism at forty-one years of age after founding and selling several successful business ventures.

After being raised by his dad as a metal fabricator, machinist and mechanic, Jason dedicated twenty years to mastering preparedness tech such as gardening, composting, shooting, small squad tactics, solar power and animal husbandry. Today, Jason splits his time between writing, international humanitarian work and