New World Order Rising, Book 6 (The 2nd Amendment Alive and Well in the 5-state Coalition of Free America)

By James W. Nelson

Dodie was introduced in Book 1 as a six-year-old. She was abducted by professionals hired by the Illuminati and lived ten years on an isolated Mediterranean island as a sex slave for an old man at the top of the Illuminati Pyramid.
In Book 2 she is barely mentioned. In Book 3 she escapes, fights her way across the Mediterranean, the Atlantic, occupied America—leaving a trail of blood behind her—and reaches the border of the five-state coalition of Free America. The day she gets home she sees her militia leader grandpa killed in a battle with the United Nations Blue Helmets. Seventeen-year-old Jocelyn then becomes leader. In their first battle with Muslims (Book 4) Dodie rescues two little girls and becomes their foster mother. Jocelyn is soon killed in a battle with the super soldiers (Book 5.) Finally—at age sixteen—Dodie assumes command of the Sanborn Militia of east-central North Dakota.
America is in a war to preserve the America many/most of us grew up in. While we were sleeping some wrong people assumed power and began changing everything. Some people saw what was happening (though few people believed them) and began preparing. Series is very close to what is happening in America and the world today.
Book 6 ends the series. Eventually the series will become a box set.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James W. Nelson
• Release date: Feb 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463208069

James W. Nelson

James W. Nelson was born in a farmhouse in eastern North Dakota in 1944. Some doctors made house calls back in those days. He was living in that same house on the land originally homesteaded by his great grandfather, when a savage tornado hit in 1955 and destroyed everything. But they rebuilt and his family remained on that land until the early nineteen-seventies when diversified farming began changing to industrial agribusiness. James spent four years in the US Navy, worked many jobs and has finally has settled on a few acres of land exactly two and one half miles straight west of the original farmstead, ironically likely the very spot where the 1955 tornado first struck, which sometimes gives him a spooky feeling.He lives among goldfinches, chickadees, nuthatches, blue jays, crows, cottontails, squirrels, deer, mink, badgers, coyotes, wallflowers, spiderworts, sunflowers, goldenrod, big and little bluestem, switchgrass, needle & thread grass, June berries, chokecherries, oaks, willows, boxelders and cottonwoods, in the outback of eastern North Dakota.

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New World Order Rising

Book 6

The 2nd Amendment alive and well

in the 5-state coalition of Free America

by

James W. Nelson

Published by James W. Nelson at Smashwords

Copyright 2022, by James W. Nelson

To every man, woman & child desiring to live in Freedom

Second Amendment to the United States Constitution

A well-regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.

On December 15, 1791, the Bill of Rights (the first ten amendments to the Constitution) was adopted, having been ratified by three-fourths of the states. America began because the Founding Fathers all appeared at the right time, almost an act by God.

(Or quite likely WAS an act by God)

Table of Contents

C1 Military Joins the Militias

C2 Doing What Must be Done

C3 The Eulogies

C4 Charlotte, Dodie’s New Aide

C5 Esmeralda, Dodie’s New Nanny

C6 Pershing’s First Meeting

C7 The After-meeting Meeting

C8 Dodie, Mom, the 2nd Amendment

C9 Tabarak Holding

C10 Training For Charlotte

C11 The Battle

C12 Plans, Details

C13 Hugs and Compassion

C14 Wesman, of South Dakota

C15 Duncan Wills, of Cooperstown

C16 Tranquil

C17 Pershing’s Second Meeting

C18 Tears, Hugs, Goodbyes, Problems

C19 On Their Way

C20 Walking

C21 Captured

C22 A Prisoner

C23 Little Hugh

C24 The Bloodbath

C25 The Muslim Attack

C26 The Rescue of Little Hugh

C27 The Sergeant

C28 Going Home

C29 Introductions

C30 Pershing’s Third Meeting

C31 The War Does Not End

C32 Chloe’s Father

C33 Pershing’s Last Meeting

Epilogue, Book 6

The Characters

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Biography and Contact

1

Military Joins the Militias

The military-looking procession of a large car and two vans entered the yard from the east driveway right behind the line of their pickup caravan just returning from the Cooperstown battle. The three-vehicle procession then turned left, obviously heading toward Todd, who the new arrivals would assume was in charge.

And why not? Todd was a man.

Dodie watched until everything stopped, then approached the car loaded with the college kids. She stopped and gazed at several sets of wide eyes gawking back at her, and eying her AK. The blonde spokeswoman no longer showed wide eyes, but gazed back quite soberly, which was beginning to impress the hell out of Dodie. Those kids would likely soon be the militia's new recruits, if everybody passed muster.

Beyond the students' car sat the military-looking arrival. She lifted her AK and rested it in the crook of her left arm, kept her right index finger over the trigger guard, and spoke to the blonde spokeswoman, Please keep everybody in your car.

The young woman likely in her early-twenties, shook her head positively.

What's your name?

The blonde answered with no hesitation, but quietly, Charlotte. Is anything wrong about those new arrivals?

Already the girl had gone from a possibly-nervous college kid to someone who likely could be depended on, I don't think so, but they're strangers. So—for now—just keep your kids in the car, and quiet.

"My kids?"

Yes. She glanced at her, then turned her attention to the new arrivals, "If they pass muster, and you do, then you will be in charge of them. Can you handle that?"

Charlotte didn't answer. Dodie again glanced at her, more sharply, Well?

Yes, well, I, would try.

If I give you a job, young lady, I will expect you to do it.

Yes, Ma'am.

A tall man got out from the passenger side of the military-looking car, glanced in Dodie's direction, then went around the car, stuck his hand out to Todd and—somewhat reminding her of a public relations guy—spoke, loud enough for her to hear, "Is this the Sanborn Militia?

They shook. Todd answered, Yes, then pointed, Dodie is our leader.

The man jerked back toward Dodie, then back toward Todd.

She could pretty well imagine what was going through the man's head, and smiled inside.

Whatever, the man turned to his right, went around the students' car—glanced in the direction of Charlotte—and approached with—again—his right hand out, Dodie, that is quite the unique name.

She grasped his hand, Thank you, Sir. My mother is a unique woman.

The man gave her a good grip, I'm sure she is, then dropped her hand, And I am pleased to meet you.

You as well, Sir.

I am Commander Giles Pershing of the United States Navy. He nodded toward the two vans, Those men are a SEAL team—

So the military is finally going to help us?

We have not been unaware of you—

This bullshit began over ten years ago, so I'm told.

You don't know?

I just recently got home, but that's a story for later, so what about you?

I understand, and I hear you. Please, I'll continue.

She shook her head.

When Ellsworth AFB in South Dakota was contacted by your militia they had orders to give you a minimum of help, which they did. Since bomber bases don't have fighter jets, we were lucky enough to find some officers who believed in America—I said that wrong. There's plenty officers who believe in America, but our entire military still has orders to stand down, that is until America's politics have been re-decided.

She nodded.

I said that wrong too. Anyway, we had to know if you people could hold the line—and you have proven it time-after-time that you can—

My dear sister, Jocelyn, was killed just this morning.

We know—we have been aware of Jocelyn and your grandpa, Carter Banks, too—

"You already know Jocelyn has been killed—how could you?" A spy in their militia? Her grips on her gun tightened.

The man noticed and hurriedly continued, And we are terribly sorry—no, we didn't know about Jocelyn's death, in fact we were expecting to meet her here—

Yet, instead of coming to me—a woman—who might have been Jocelyn—you went directly to, She nodded, The man.

"You're right. I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for all your losses, but you have to understand that I—and many more like me, have been—and still are—under orders from way above to remain standing down. Our leader—"

You don't mean that son-of-a-bitch—

No. I don't mean him. He is still in command of the puppet American government, but, Pershing glanced toward the car with all the wide eyes, plus the sober eyes of Charlotte, We should probably move out of hearing. What I will tell you next is top secret.

She gestured for him to walk toward the still-smoldering barn.

Who did this? Pershing nodded toward what was left of the ruined barn.

You don't already know? she asked, somewhat sarcastically.

No—well, of course we don't know everything.

Of course. Is this guy legit? The Muslims, we are pretty sure. She then gave him a short rundown ending with, They shot our Muslim prisoner—no loss there of course—and burned the girl alive. She was still alive when we arrived—just moments ago—and she asked me to shoot her—to put her out of her pain—which I did.

They stopped well out of hearing from the car of college kids. Pershing stared toward her much as the college students had been, Lord, girl, you must have a heart of steel.

We have no medical facility—not for someone burned like she was—so what would you have done?

I, The man colored, very slightly.

She noticed, and was beginning—to a point, like him, Are you certain you are a SEAL?

Yes! I, I just wasn't expecting, from someone so young—

So, according to you, what is a good age for a human to kill?

The man raised his hands, Sorry, I—

You say you're sorry quite a lot, she interrupted, feeling a bit bristled, For now this conversation is over. I'm the leader of this militia, but I want others to hear what you say is top secret. She then got on her CB, Axle, take three of our pickups—four militia in each—get over to Wimbledon to see about our people. When you get close enough to make radio contact, leave one pickup there so that we can all stay in contact with the CBs—understood? Over.

Understood, Dodie. Over.

Good. You should have time to get there and get back today. Over and out.

Pershing had stared toward her through the whole short CB conversation. She liked the idea of a SEAL team helping them, but this guy was appearing to be a long way from trustworthy, even though she thought she liked him, You, sir, may return to your vehicle. We'll talk more later, and you may eat with us—if you wish—but you'll need to leave your weapons in your vehicles. We do have armed guards at the shop at mealtime—inside and out. Right now we have a few things to do, and that meal will be prepared soon. We also have dead militia to bury, including my dear sister.

I, thank you, Dodie, and I will look forward to a meal with you and our continued visiting. I'd like my second-in-command—and maybe others—to be present at the meeting too.

She nodded. Pershing started toward his vehicle.

She then returned to the carload of college kids, Charlotte, we'll be eating eventually. I don't know how long you've gone without, facilities. She pointed toward two small houses, That's a men's and women's restroom, and there are showers in the shop. She again pointed. But water is expensive, limited, and solar-heated, so make sure your kids know that. She glanced around at the several faces still showing wide eyes, Everybody understand?

All heads shook positively.

Good. For now Charlotte is the leader of your group and I would like for her to make a list of your full names, home addresses, and ages before you leave the car. At the meal we'll figure out where you'll bunk. Chantal, my mother, will take care of that. After you freshen up—a bit—you can pretty much do what you want, for now. She then nodded at Charlotte, got a nod in return, then started toward Todd.

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I don't for sure trust that guy, Todd, Dodie said, even though I think I like him. And she certainly didn't understand that.

In answer Todd grimaced and barely nodded.

Pershing claims to be a navy commander and his men are a SEAL team.

Again Todd just nodded.

"Is there some way to look at a man and just tell if he's a Seal, or even telling the truth?"

I wish I could give you an answer, Dodie, but I can't. Todd opened his hands, "My own team had a bunch of guys who had the look of true warriors—and I wish to hell those guys were here—but these guys, well, I observed them for a bit, just long enough so that they likely didn't pick up that I was observing them."

You'll get a closer look later. I invited them to dine with us, and I want two armed guards in the shop while we eat, and two more just outside the door. I told Pershing we always have armed guards present at mealtime.

"Good, and their weapons?"

"I told him to leave them in their vehicles. They have no reason not to trust us. However, we have plenty reason not to trust them."

I agree, Dodie.

Good. Thank you, Todd, and you please pick the four for guard duty. She glanced at their caravan of returned pickups. Most people still waited where most had ridden in the boxes. "I need to speak to our people—oh, one more thing. This guy seemed to know some things that, well, makes me wonder if we have a spy in our midst. Talk to both Axle and Sawyer. Let them know that we might have a spy among us."

Will do, Dodie.

2

Doing What Must be Done

Dodie soon found her step-father, I know people are tired, Sawyer, but I think we need to get our dead buried. If you know, please ask people who knew the deceased to say something at the burials, and I will take care of Josey. Do you know where she is?

Sawyer pointed toward an older blue pickup.

Thanks, Sawyer.

You bet, Dodie, and I'll get some people started digging.

She raised her hand in a near-salute, then stopped, We'll bury the Muslim too, but not in our cemetery. Use a tractor to dig a spot for him on the other side of the township road. He can lay with the rest of the Muslims. Be sure to cover him—at least his face—not that he deserves even that much dignity from us, but, we will.

I'll take care of it, Dodie.

We'll bury Bethany in our cemetery, beside her father, and she's, well, she's burned bad, so pick people with strong stomachs.

Sawyer nodded. She then finished her wave and walked on, looking for her mother, then remembered Chantal and Josepha were in the cab of the pickup she had ridden in on, so soon found her.

About twenty feet from the cab she stopped. Her mother sat in the passenger seat alone, holding her new baby right up next to her face, and staring straight ahead with no real expression. As staunch as her mother had always appeared ever since she got home after escaping her abductors, that moment, alone in the cab, holding her child so close, frightened her, Please, Mom, I need your strength, Mom?

Chantal likely had not seen her coming, and stiffened when she turned, her eyes—not wet, like from crying, but way beyond sad, Dodie, my dear baby girl—come here, please.

Then the tears began. Dodie opened her door and took her mother and new sister into her arms, and then came the full realization—and acceptance—that she was now in charge. The tears and pain went on for a full minute. Then Chantal leaned back and sent a small smile.

You're okay, Mom. We all are. We have some things to do, and I need your help.

Say what you need, sweetheart.

Dodie felt herself send a smile too, I've been delegating, Mom.She waited.

That's what leaders do, my child, just say what you need.

Thanks, Mom. I'd like you to go around and find us some cooks among our warriors. Our normal cooks are among those Josey sent to Wimbledon, and I just sent Axle after them, but they won't get here for a while, and we soon will have some hungry people, plus the new ones.

And who are they?

The first carload is college students. They—at least the main girl—knew Bethany. They might be joining us, if they can pass the interviews. I've already picked a leader among them, that main girl, probably early-twenties. How to explain the other bunch, not as easy, The three vehicles contain American military who might be joining us. After the meal there'll be a meeting with them, and I want you and Sawyer, Todd, Axle—and maybe others to be there.

Her mom appeared sober, but said nothing discouraging, Okay, Dodie, I'll be there, and I'll do as you've asked about finding cooks.

I'd like you to issue birthing spots to the college kids too, Mom. Even if they don't stay, we can't exactly send them away tonight.

Right, my baby girl, I'll take care of it.

Thanks, Mom. One more hug, then she had to go. We've also got some people to bury—and have eulogies for—before we eat, so the new cooks will have time to get a meal prepared.

The sadness came back to her mother's eyes, And Josey?

I'm heading there right now, Mom.

Chantal stepped out of the pickup and took Dodie's head into still another hug, You're a strong girl, Dodie. I'm very proud of you. Then she kissed her, You're doing what's needed. Go now, take care of your duties, and take care of our dear Josey.

I will, Mom. She felt a huge jolt slam through her chest as she turned away to her unhappy task. Jocelyn