My sister didn't stay long after I unloaded my bicycle trailer and pack and extra food. I threw it all randomly and then took a short nap after I started feeling the hangover slowly subsiding, getting those little perks of joy knowing it was fading.
That night, at midnight, door open, us asleep on the floor as usual, I awoken from my hangover rest to the same assholes who have done something similiar months before when I had the donkey, drive down my path and I stand on the steps and yell "hey" the passenger looks over, as the drive right around my cabin, I fire a shot from my .357 right into the dirt, as they drive right over my cooking fire pit, then into my garden area. They drove over my stashed stack of downspout and a raised bed I had made, back around the other side, diagonally away from my door, I fire another round at the dirt behind their tailgate as these pricks drive through my field out to the gravel road. I don't think they'll return. Less than ten minutes later a truck starts coming down the road, me half awake and semi scared take the dog and revolver and dash back into the birch stand and wait, but the vehicle blares by down the road. So, the death dancer I am I go back inside and go back to sleep, door wide open, in less than a half hour, revolver un-holstered by my bedroll side. First night back fully off grid and I have this inconsideration of quiet, simple people like myself to deal with.