Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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Carry on people, I love puns! Pac.
feralferret
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Just so they aren't too grizzly!
larry_minn
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It’s hard to wait for chapters. We just need to grin, and *you know, the thing* it.
RememberGoliad
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And that, sir, is the difference between PG and X, whether you 'bear' it or 'bare' it.
PacNorWest
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#721
Mercy Rose and Don walked into the lighted living room, finding the granddad at the window, watching them closely. Grandma called them into the kitchen and put out the cups and coffee.
"Granddad, Don saw the man involved and can identify him. The bear also had a collar on," Mercy Rose said quietly. "He was a hefty man with a beard and bushy hair."
The Granddad looked distinctly uncomfortable at the news.
"Sounds like Tyson Morely," Grandma spoke as she gave a challenge sort of a hard look to her husband. "This has gone beyond a raft of good old boys hi-jinks. I guess we'll be safe until he can catch and train another bear."
"How many cars have been broken into?" MR inquired, "How long has this been going on? Granddad, you know this isn't right, even if he is kin."
Granddad turned his head away from Mercy Rose, as if he couldn't see her, he couldn't hear Thus, he wouldn't have to pay attention to her words.
MR looked at Don, "Tyson is my cousin, sort of. Granddad's aunt had a daughter and Tyson is her stepson. That's pretty far out, but still considered kin, around here."
Don nodded, he was closely watching Granddad, hoping to find some clue as to how the old man would handle the situation. The old man had his lips in a thin line, obviously upset and trying not to show it..
"I'm gonna think on it overnight, I'll tell you in the morning." He declared stoutly, and got up and left the room.
Grandma was shaking her head softly. "Tyson is a real no-good person. I ain't sure, but I'm guessin that Tyson was shakin money outta Bub, and when we ain't got no more to give, he set his bear on us. Now Mercy Rose, I don't want you to be out and about by your'selffen, that Tyson's a mean piece of garbage, he'll hurt ya; if ya know what I mean."
MR shivered and tightened her body, leaning forward and tossing her hair. "I'll be careful Grandma, what about Don, do you think he's in danger.?"
Grandma nodded yes, "he pulled the trigger that killed the bear. Tyson won't ferget that, it really would be better iffen neither of you were here. A hill feud is a bad thing, it most always gets real bad with shooten and such."
"Will he come in shooting?" Don tried to make a small joke.
"It could happen. I'm old, I gotta go to bed. You kin bring in your cultch and sleep on the couch. Don't leave nuthin in the room and leave the door open. Maybe he won't trash the room iffen there's nuthin there."
Don was thinking, what if I shot him first, but he wisely didn't say anything.
Mercy Rose and Don walked into the lighted living room, finding the granddad at the window, watching them closely. Grandma called them into the kitchen and put out the cups and coffee.
"Granddad, Don saw the man involved and can identify him. The bear also had a collar on," Mercy Rose said quietly. "He was a hefty man with a beard and bushy hair."
The Granddad looked distinctly uncomfortable at the news.
"Sounds like Tyson Morely," Grandma spoke as she gave a challenge sort of a hard look to her husband. "This has gone beyond a raft of good old boys hi-jinks. I guess we'll be safe until he can catch and train another bear."
"How many cars have been broken into?" MR inquired, "How long has this been going on? Granddad, you know this isn't right, even if he is kin."
Granddad turned his head away from Mercy Rose, as if he couldn't see her, he couldn't hear Thus, he wouldn't have to pay attention to her words.
MR looked at Don, "Tyson is my cousin, sort of. Granddad's aunt had a daughter and Tyson is her stepson. That's pretty far out, but still considered kin, around here."
Don nodded, he was closely watching Granddad, hoping to find some clue as to how the old man would handle the situation. The old man had his lips in a thin line, obviously upset and trying not to show it..
"I'm gonna think on it overnight, I'll tell you in the morning." He declared stoutly, and got up and left the room.
Grandma was shaking her head softly. "Tyson is a real no-good person. I ain't sure, but I'm guessin that Tyson was shakin money outta Bub, and when we ain't got no more to give, he set his bear on us. Now Mercy Rose, I don't want you to be out and about by your'selffen, that Tyson's a mean piece of garbage, he'll hurt ya; if ya know what I mean."
MR shivered and tightened her body, leaning forward and tossing her hair. "I'll be careful Grandma, what about Don, do you think he's in danger.?"
Grandma nodded yes, "he pulled the trigger that killed the bear. Tyson won't ferget that, it really would be better iffen neither of you were here. A hill feud is a bad thing, it most always gets real bad with shooten and such."
"Will he come in shooting?" Don tried to make a small joke.
"It could happen. I'm old, I gotta go to bed. You kin bring in your cultch and sleep on the couch. Don't leave nuthin in the room and leave the door open. Maybe he won't trash the room iffen there's nuthin there."
Don was thinking, what if I shot him first, but he wisely didn't say anything.
feralferret
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Don's gears are turning. I wonder what he will come up with.
Pac, thank you.
Pac, thank you.
PacNorWest
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I wonder if Don won't turn out to be more like Mark, than any of the others. He's shaping up to be a young edition, but maybe doesn't have the same harsh training.
223shootersc
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Might be a killin' in the hills, with a side of the three S plan, fore mornin' even! Thanks pack!
sssarawolf
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Thank you Pac.
PacNorWest
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#722
Mercy Rose held the flashlight while Don gathered up his stuff. She shivered once again when they were back in the house. "I really didn't think I was the spooked kind, but this is no joke Don, I don't want either one of us shot. And, it very well could happen. I know Gram and Gramps would never leave here, but if Tyson turns nasty, that's a problem."
"Let's just take one day at a time, your Gramps needs to be truthful about what this cousin is trying to pull on him. Now the way I think I understand mountain life, they are distrustful of the law, but we may have to get them involved." Don cautioned. "We can't have Gram and Gramps as targets."
MR nodded, but she had a real defeated look on her face. "He's a stubborn old fool," she said softly; "as you say, one day at a time.."
The couch was old, lumpy and smelled stale. It was better than nothing, sorta.
Don did sleep eventually, as he roamed the living room, jolted awake by every little noise. The couch wasn't long enough for the lanky Linderman, and he hung over two feet with his two feet.
MR was stifling giggles as she helped Gram start breakfast. Grandma looked at her granddaughter. "Step lightly child, that's a powerful lot of man; it's easy to see that he's really gonna be something when he gets full growed."
"Not bad lookin right now," the young woman whispered, "He's sure sleepin hard."
"He was up most of the night, protectin us, I heard him walk the floor. He's shapin up to be a goodin," Grams approved.
Both women fell silent as Gramps walked in the kitchen with a sour look on his face. "I ain't figgred out any good way to come up against Tyson" he remarked as he sat heavily in the chair. "I sure as the hell don't like being old, it just gets in the way of gitten stuff done."
"Don said last night that he would help in any way he could," MR reminded. "I think he's real brave, opening the room door to shoot the bear. He didn't know that the bear wasn't totally wild."
"True," Granddad conceded, "but it's caused a heap of problems."
Don was in a sleepy-awake state, listening to the three in the kitchen, What he really needed was some Mark advise, before he went any further.
The unknown man looked at the clipboard full of questions the nosey old broad in the Emergency reception gave him. "I can't fill this out, my one hand is broken and the other one is cut bad."
He stalled as much as he could, he was busy trying to think ahead of the beady-eyed woman, there was no way he was going to give his name. That would just get him on somebody's list somewhere..
His insurance cards and the driver's license she demanded, all gave his correct name. He probably had enough cash to pay for the visit, but there again, he wasn't going to let old, starched bloomers go through his wallet.
Just to be perverse, he took the clipboard under his arm and went over to sit in the corner. He closed his eyes and let the noise and bustle of the emergency room flow around him.
Mercy Rose held the flashlight while Don gathered up his stuff. She shivered once again when they were back in the house. "I really didn't think I was the spooked kind, but this is no joke Don, I don't want either one of us shot. And, it very well could happen. I know Gram and Gramps would never leave here, but if Tyson turns nasty, that's a problem."
"Let's just take one day at a time, your Gramps needs to be truthful about what this cousin is trying to pull on him. Now the way I think I understand mountain life, they are distrustful of the law, but we may have to get them involved." Don cautioned. "We can't have Gram and Gramps as targets."
MR nodded, but she had a real defeated look on her face. "He's a stubborn old fool," she said softly; "as you say, one day at a time.."
The couch was old, lumpy and smelled stale. It was better than nothing, sorta.
Don did sleep eventually, as he roamed the living room, jolted awake by every little noise. The couch wasn't long enough for the lanky Linderman, and he hung over two feet with his two feet.
MR was stifling giggles as she helped Gram start breakfast. Grandma looked at her granddaughter. "Step lightly child, that's a powerful lot of man; it's easy to see that he's really gonna be something when he gets full growed."
"Not bad lookin right now," the young woman whispered, "He's sure sleepin hard."
"He was up most of the night, protectin us, I heard him walk the floor. He's shapin up to be a goodin," Grams approved.
Both women fell silent as Gramps walked in the kitchen with a sour look on his face. "I ain't figgred out any good way to come up against Tyson" he remarked as he sat heavily in the chair. "I sure as the hell don't like being old, it just gets in the way of gitten stuff done."
"Don said last night that he would help in any way he could," MR reminded. "I think he's real brave, opening the room door to shoot the bear. He didn't know that the bear wasn't totally wild."
"True," Granddad conceded, "but it's caused a heap of problems."
Don was in a sleepy-awake state, listening to the three in the kitchen, What he really needed was some Mark advise, before he went any further.
The unknown man looked at the clipboard full of questions the nosey old broad in the Emergency reception gave him. "I can't fill this out, my one hand is broken and the other one is cut bad."
He stalled as much as he could, he was busy trying to think ahead of the beady-eyed woman, there was no way he was going to give his name. That would just get him on somebody's list somewhere..
His insurance cards and the driver's license she demanded, all gave his correct name. He probably had enough cash to pay for the visit, but there again, he wasn't going to let old, starched bloomers go through his wallet.
Just to be perverse, he took the clipboard under his arm and went over to sit in the corner. He closed his eyes and let the noise and bustle of the emergency room flow around him.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
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Thanks, Pac!
Some people just need killin'.
sssarawolf
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Thank you much Pac.
PacNorWest
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#723
The unknown man took a nap, as well as he could in the over-crowded, noisy room. The screaming baby that landed next to him, had him giving the mother a very dirty look.
She shrugged he shoulders and acted like she couldn't hear her son screaming. There was only one way to get rid of the baby meltdown. He had to complete the paperwork and present his credentials. So he started in.
He looked up once to see the she dragon of a receptionist, smirking at him. If he hadn't been in such a bind timewise; he would have liked to have accosted her in a dark alley with a long knife.
He didn't like her. Usually in that situation, he just killed them to ease the tightness their attitudes caused him. He thought up a good alias, and walked over to hand the clip board to the snotty smiling woman. Her name tag said Dorothy G. Well he had a surprise coming for Dorothy G.
It wouldn't be difficult for him to discover who she was, and he bet he could take that superior attitude off her face.
Sh raised quite a fuss when he said he didn't have insurance or a driver's license.
"You look like a homeless man, I suppose you're going to tell me that it's only temporary; untill you get paid." she sneered. Dorothy had experienced a difficult day. Something about this man just rubbed her the wrong way. He was creepy and he smelled. She wanted him out of her ER as soon as possible.
He wanted out also, but his hand was hurting so much, he had to have it looked at.
Don got up from the couch and listened to every one of his vertebrae crack as he straightened up. Running his fingers through his hair and snapping the snaps on his shirt, Don felt he was as presentable as he could be under the circumstances.
Mercy Rose thought he looked very dashing, with his unique boyish charm as he yawned and nodded his thanks to Grams as she passed him a mug of coffee.
Granddad didn't look any better than he had the previous night. Evidently, the old boy hadn't come up with a workable solution.
Don decided that he needed to be the backbone for Grandad, or they would never be done with this hill-feud mess and he only had a couple of weeks before MR had to be back at school.
Don knew he couldn't leave the old folks to face what he was certain would happen. Taking his mug of coffee, Don excused himself to walk outside and try and get contact with Mark.
The unknown man took a nap, as well as he could in the over-crowded, noisy room. The screaming baby that landed next to him, had him giving the mother a very dirty look.
She shrugged he shoulders and acted like she couldn't hear her son screaming. There was only one way to get rid of the baby meltdown. He had to complete the paperwork and present his credentials. So he started in.
He looked up once to see the she dragon of a receptionist, smirking at him. If he hadn't been in such a bind timewise; he would have liked to have accosted her in a dark alley with a long knife.
He didn't like her. Usually in that situation, he just killed them to ease the tightness their attitudes caused him. He thought up a good alias, and walked over to hand the clip board to the snotty smiling woman. Her name tag said Dorothy G. Well he had a surprise coming for Dorothy G.
It wouldn't be difficult for him to discover who she was, and he bet he could take that superior attitude off her face.
Sh raised quite a fuss when he said he didn't have insurance or a driver's license.
"You look like a homeless man, I suppose you're going to tell me that it's only temporary; untill you get paid." she sneered. Dorothy had experienced a difficult day. Something about this man just rubbed her the wrong way. He was creepy and he smelled. She wanted him out of her ER as soon as possible.
He wanted out also, but his hand was hurting so much, he had to have it looked at.
Don got up from the couch and listened to every one of his vertebrae crack as he straightened up. Running his fingers through his hair and snapping the snaps on his shirt, Don felt he was as presentable as he could be under the circumstances.
Mercy Rose thought he looked very dashing, with his unique boyish charm as he yawned and nodded his thanks to Grams as she passed him a mug of coffee.
Granddad didn't look any better than he had the previous night. Evidently, the old boy hadn't come up with a workable solution.
Don decided that he needed to be the backbone for Grandad, or they would never be done with this hill-feud mess and he only had a couple of weeks before MR had to be back at school.
Don knew he couldn't leave the old folks to face what he was certain would happen. Taking his mug of coffee, Don excused himself to walk outside and try and get contact with Mark.
sssarawolf
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Thank you Pac, good 
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feralferret
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Pac, thanks!
Nature_Lover
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Thank you, Pac! Very good! 
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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Folks,
All my company came this afternoon, so I'm checking out until Tues.
Merry Christmas to everyone. Please give appropriate respect and honor to the reason Christmas has been given to us. Pac.
All my company came this afternoon, so I'm checking out until Tues.
Merry Christmas to everyone. Please give appropriate respect and honor to the reason Christmas has been given to us. Pac.
sssarawolf
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Merry Christmas
223shootersc
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Merry Christmas, Pac!
Sneaker 11
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Merry Christmas Ms Pac and you are right on for us to remember the reason for the season. Thanks for your wonderful writing as it has been a journey all of these years. Enjoy your families to all here.
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danielboon
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May the Lord shower his blessings on all of you this Christmas season. Merry Christmas
PacNorWest
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#724
Don walked outside as he dialed Mark's number. The Dad looked at the screen and accepted the call.
"Dad, I've got a problem that I want to run by you." and Mark listened to the lengthy explanation.
"I believe you're between a rock and a hard place," Mark almost chuckled, but he understood the gravidity of the situation. "I suggest you don't go looking for the fellow, let him approach you on your turf. That's the superiority of the mind game you're going to have to play. Now the reason for this action, if he comes gunning, or threatens you or the old man; you can claim aggressive, threatening behavior and defending yourself, because you feared for your life! Then shoot to kill."
"Ahh, gotcha." Don was grinning. "This Yokel has a extortion game going against the family; they either pay up, or he brings a bear around to break into motel guests cars and trashes the interior. I killed the bear last night, so the guy's gonna be mighty ticked off."
"Keep close watch on the other three, the guy might try to take a hostage. and try to get you to surrender or anty up money for his precious animal."
"It's the Grandad I'm most concerned about. The ladies stick close to home, but the old guy is pretty stubborn and independent. I kinda have experience in that quarter." Don joked.
"I have no idea what you are referring to," Mark said stiffly, and then ruined his attitude with a chuckle.
"Do you think it might help if we took a drive up that way? Things here are at a standstill, we're waiting for the pre-fab barn to be delivered so we have a couple of days free." Mark offered.
"I believe I can handle the problem, but you and Ma are welcome to come. The trees are the best color I;ve ever seen."
"I need a little adventure, look for us in a day or so," Mark returned. "I believe we'll bring the camper."
Don walked outside as he dialed Mark's number. The Dad looked at the screen and accepted the call.
"Dad, I've got a problem that I want to run by you." and Mark listened to the lengthy explanation.
"I believe you're between a rock and a hard place," Mark almost chuckled, but he understood the gravidity of the situation. "I suggest you don't go looking for the fellow, let him approach you on your turf. That's the superiority of the mind game you're going to have to play. Now the reason for this action, if he comes gunning, or threatens you or the old man; you can claim aggressive, threatening behavior and defending yourself, because you feared for your life! Then shoot to kill."
"Ahh, gotcha." Don was grinning. "This Yokel has a extortion game going against the family; they either pay up, or he brings a bear around to break into motel guests cars and trashes the interior. I killed the bear last night, so the guy's gonna be mighty ticked off."
"Keep close watch on the other three, the guy might try to take a hostage. and try to get you to surrender or anty up money for his precious animal."
"It's the Grandad I'm most concerned about. The ladies stick close to home, but the old guy is pretty stubborn and independent. I kinda have experience in that quarter." Don joked.
"I have no idea what you are referring to," Mark said stiffly, and then ruined his attitude with a chuckle.
"Do you think it might help if we took a drive up that way? Things here are at a standstill, we're waiting for the pre-fab barn to be delivered so we have a couple of days free." Mark offered.
"I believe I can handle the problem, but you and Ma are welcome to come. The trees are the best color I;ve ever seen."
"I need a little adventure, look for us in a day or so," Mark returned. "I believe we'll bring the camper."
sssarawolf
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Oh, thank you Pac.
223shootersc
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Mark comes a running! Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
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Pac, thank you!
