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The Mack bounced up the rutted road bobtail and the low hanging tree branches scraped over the blue and white paint job. Fortunately the air ride seat took most of the jolting but Rage was tired and sore from the long haul, and looked forward to a long hot bath and some good welcome home sex. He had made good time and was going be home a day early.

It was 7 pm when the Mack turned into the drive of Omni Vigilantes Domi, the name of his Log Cabin. It meant *quot;All Home.*quot; He was fond of the cabin that made from the trees of the local forest, just like the pioneers had made their homes. He had built it himself, sure he had used modern tools and materials to make it sturdy and slate tiles on the roof. It was simple in the extreme but he had all the mod cons. It was powered by solar cells mounted on the roof and a series of deep discharge batteries for storage and a 5kw inverter enabling it to be self-sustaining for electricity. He had sunk a bore for water and a tank for drinking water. Pressure was maintained by a series of water pumps. Grey waste water was directed to a natural filter system which returned the water after under-going a purification process back to the lake, cleaner than the natural lake water. The sewerage was sent to a septic tank to be broken down biologically. This was positioned 250 feet from the cabin.

The layout was simple. One main room downstairs with a kitchen and toilet on the west wall, while on the mezzanine floor, there was a sleeping area, en suite, walk in wardrobe and a place for his exercise equipment. He had a multi-function weight bench, a 100kg body bag and a speed ball. These were needed to keep him in shape and to exercise his stress, frustration and anger.

He was proud of what he had created with his own hands.

The lights were all off and the cabin looked deserted. He let his prime mover idle for 5 minutes and shut it down. Climbing down from the cab he grabbed his bag and walked to the front door. Trying it he found it was locked. He opened the lock and entered. It was as quiet as a tomb. Throwing his bag on the couch, he wandered to the fridge looking for something to eat. It had been a long time since he had had lunch, only to find it was as bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard.

Disappointed, he decided to ride to the local Bar and Grill, known locally as the Achat Bar