223shootersc
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thanks, Pac1
Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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#725
Mark felt a stirring of excitement as he urged Clora to hurry and get the camper ready to travel. He unhooked all the outside connections and then put the steps up with Clora still inside.
They certainly needed to hurry, Don might get involved in some excitement before they could manage to get there, Mark was of course going as an advisor. But, he still wanted to hurry.
Clora just smiled, shook her head and continued to secure the inside. "Why don't you look for a way around Raleigh.so we don't get caught in the curfew," she suggested, and Mark walked to the van for the road Atlas. That was a good idea, and he got busy planning.
It seemed forever before Clora was ready, and she spent precious minutes walking Ivory, before all was loaded up and they took off.
"I'm going to go North, pick up I40 and then go East, see where we are on the map?"
"Yes dear," Clora spoke gently, trying to hide her amusement. There was nothing like living with a semi retired war horse, that was hoping his son needed help.
Gary spent hours in their home gym, slowly building back his torn muscles. Aside from the fact that he was bored silly, he paced the house and got reprimanded when he distracted Breezy more than usual.
"Gary, for heaven's sake, I have two days before we have to appear in court. Sit down, we need to go over the facts one more time, give me a break and please listen. If you think of any new facts or have thoughts on what happened."
Gary flopped down in a chair, looking bored and exasperated. "What is there to tell. somebody wants to kill you or the both of us, They want to intimidate us and at the time of the murder, they thought you were in there. If you had been there, you'd be dead also. Situation in a nutshell."
"Yeah, but there will be questions, lots of them, they will be looking to trip you up, Catherine's parents are wealthy and very mad, and accusing us of her death."
"Well that's just tough turkey, we aren't involved, we were both in the hospital, Truth is truth, and I can swear to that." Gary was positive.
"Ok," Breezy backed down, she was finding that Gary was always correct, stubborn and not inclined to gracefully admit he might be wrong.
Gary got up to pace around the office. "Gary, why don't you go find a dog," Breezy almost growled, "go train a dog to defend us."
Gary stopped walking. "That's a great idea," and he took off out of the office.
Mark felt a stirring of excitement as he urged Clora to hurry and get the camper ready to travel. He unhooked all the outside connections and then put the steps up with Clora still inside.
They certainly needed to hurry, Don might get involved in some excitement before they could manage to get there, Mark was of course going as an advisor. But, he still wanted to hurry.
Clora just smiled, shook her head and continued to secure the inside. "Why don't you look for a way around Raleigh.so we don't get caught in the curfew," she suggested, and Mark walked to the van for the road Atlas. That was a good idea, and he got busy planning.
It seemed forever before Clora was ready, and she spent precious minutes walking Ivory, before all was loaded up and they took off.
"I'm going to go North, pick up I40 and then go East, see where we are on the map?"
"Yes dear," Clora spoke gently, trying to hide her amusement. There was nothing like living with a semi retired war horse, that was hoping his son needed help.
Gary spent hours in their home gym, slowly building back his torn muscles. Aside from the fact that he was bored silly, he paced the house and got reprimanded when he distracted Breezy more than usual.
"Gary, for heaven's sake, I have two days before we have to appear in court. Sit down, we need to go over the facts one more time, give me a break and please listen. If you think of any new facts or have thoughts on what happened."
Gary flopped down in a chair, looking bored and exasperated. "What is there to tell. somebody wants to kill you or the both of us, They want to intimidate us and at the time of the murder, they thought you were in there. If you had been there, you'd be dead also. Situation in a nutshell."
"Yeah, but there will be questions, lots of them, they will be looking to trip you up, Catherine's parents are wealthy and very mad, and accusing us of her death."
"Well that's just tough turkey, we aren't involved, we were both in the hospital, Truth is truth, and I can swear to that." Gary was positive.
"Ok," Breezy backed down, she was finding that Gary was always correct, stubborn and not inclined to gracefully admit he might be wrong.
Gary got up to pace around the office. "Gary, why don't you go find a dog," Breezy almost growled, "go train a dog to defend us."
Gary stopped walking. "That's a great idea," and he took off out of the office.
sssarawolf
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Big thanks Pac. Old war horse in one place and a bored warrior in another.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac glad you are back! Hope you had a great Christmas!
feralferret
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Thank you, Pac.
PacNorWest
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#726
Toby found his law office crowded with all the bookcases, boxes of extra that there was no room for, and his extra large polished desk that spoke of genteel, sophisticated elegance and successful wealth.
He gave a deep sigh as he looked around. No matter what he might be, he couldn't forget the lesson he had learned in Wilso's office. He needed a reception area with electrical safety measures
.He thought of Gary, that laid-up hunk of recovering muscle could surely use a hammer and help. So he dialed Gary and waited impatiently.
Milo and Robbie were on the school bus lot, inspecting the amount of busses there were. "Some of them don't look very dirty," Robbie observed. "Are you sure we should charge them?"
"{ believe we need to talk with the bus Supt.; that's our tax dollars that pay us, and I don't fancy paying and more than I have too."
Toby found his law office crowded with all the bookcases, boxes of extra that there was no room for, and his extra large polished desk that spoke of genteel, sophisticated elegance and successful wealth.
He gave a deep sigh as he looked around. No matter what he might be, he couldn't forget the lesson he had learned in Wilso's office. He needed a reception area with electrical safety measures
.He thought of Gary, that laid-up hunk of recovering muscle could surely use a hammer and help. So he dialed Gary and waited impatiently.
Milo and Robbie were on the school bus lot, inspecting the amount of busses there were. "Some of them don't look very dirty," Robbie observed. "Are you sure we should charge them?"
"{ believe we need to talk with the bus Supt.; that's our tax dollars that pay us, and I don't fancy paying and more than I have too."
feralferret
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Pac, thank you!
sssarawolf
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Thank you Pac 
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#727
Tess heard Woody come in the apartment. She flipped the ringer off on her phone, and then when the little instrument started to vibrate m she tossed it in the bed and walked out to greet her new husband.
It was crunch time. Time to bring Woody into the scope of her problems. First, she needed to find out if he had the time to listen. The man was so busy , but her problems were becoming so oppressive; she had to have relief before she went crazy.
Woody looked like he was the survivor of a very hard day. He gave Tess a tired, troubled stare, and she went to give him a hug.
"It's time Tess, we need to talk. Just exactly is going on here? I don't want any evasion, or half-truths, I want you to tell me please." Woody was a man, done with the drama and he needed to get past the feeling he was housing a viper. If she was, then she was on her own, he was done.
Tess stepped back and sat down at the table. "I'm sure you have guessed that the trouble is Wyatt. There are several parts to his harassment, but the main threat has to do with him revealing my Dad's history. Somehow, Wyatt has discovered a lot of clandestine information about Dad's activities over the years." Tess had tears in her eyes.
"Wyatt is demanding that I marry him as a way to assure his silence. He won't he's lying and intends to sell information, about Dad, His Dad and Uncle to the highest bidder. Information that will have our own government looking to extinguish him as well as all sorts of foreign governments. And Woody, he claims to have damaging info on you."
"You know he will have to be killed." Woody rubbed his chin.
"Woody, he claims if he is killed, that will dump all this crap to the media. No. I don't know where he is at. I'm guessing he's in a concrete bunker somewhere. I can't get through to him, no thoughts as where he might be."
"Do you trust me?" Woody sat down at the table and reached for Tess's hand. "It's time to play hardball with that scum, but I have to be the one to call the shots. You have to give me your complete trust and do what I say. That's important Tess, I have to keep you and the boys safe. I'm hoping that Don will return to help guard you, I was surprised to hear that he wanted to leave." Woody's hand was warm.
Tess felt the tingle when they touched. "I need your phone Tess, no more calls, the stress is too much."
Tess nodded, "This is tearing me apart, Dad is and has been my hero for so many years; and you Woody are very important to me also. I can't stand the thought of some shadow figure coming in to kill either one of you,"
"Then trust me to keep everyone safe, I do have the ability...." Woody said dryly, but with a slight smile.
"Alright," Tess said slowly, "My phone is in on my bed. You are welcome to it."
Woody got up and as he passed Tess, he bent over and kissed her forehead.
Tess heard Woody come in the apartment. She flipped the ringer off on her phone, and then when the little instrument started to vibrate m she tossed it in the bed and walked out to greet her new husband.
It was crunch time. Time to bring Woody into the scope of her problems. First, she needed to find out if he had the time to listen. The man was so busy , but her problems were becoming so oppressive; she had to have relief before she went crazy.
Woody looked like he was the survivor of a very hard day. He gave Tess a tired, troubled stare, and she went to give him a hug.
"It's time Tess, we need to talk. Just exactly is going on here? I don't want any evasion, or half-truths, I want you to tell me please." Woody was a man, done with the drama and he needed to get past the feeling he was housing a viper. If she was, then she was on her own, he was done.
Tess stepped back and sat down at the table. "I'm sure you have guessed that the trouble is Wyatt. There are several parts to his harassment, but the main threat has to do with him revealing my Dad's history. Somehow, Wyatt has discovered a lot of clandestine information about Dad's activities over the years." Tess had tears in her eyes.
"Wyatt is demanding that I marry him as a way to assure his silence. He won't he's lying and intends to sell information, about Dad, His Dad and Uncle to the highest bidder. Information that will have our own government looking to extinguish him as well as all sorts of foreign governments. And Woody, he claims to have damaging info on you."
"You know he will have to be killed." Woody rubbed his chin.
"Woody, he claims if he is killed, that will dump all this crap to the media. No. I don't know where he is at. I'm guessing he's in a concrete bunker somewhere. I can't get through to him, no thoughts as where he might be."
"Do you trust me?" Woody sat down at the table and reached for Tess's hand. "It's time to play hardball with that scum, but I have to be the one to call the shots. You have to give me your complete trust and do what I say. That's important Tess, I have to keep you and the boys safe. I'm hoping that Don will return to help guard you, I was surprised to hear that he wanted to leave." Woody's hand was warm.
Tess felt the tingle when they touched. "I need your phone Tess, no more calls, the stress is too much."
Tess nodded, "This is tearing me apart, Dad is and has been my hero for so many years; and you Woody are very important to me also. I can't stand the thought of some shadow figure coming in to kill either one of you,"
"Then trust me to keep everyone safe, I do have the ability...." Woody said dryly, but with a slight smile.
"Alright," Tess said slowly, "My phone is in on my bed. You are welcome to it."
Woody got up and as he passed Tess, he bent over and kissed her forehead.
sssarawolf
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Wonderful, maybe they can bring this a final end of Wyatt. Thanks Pac.
feralferret
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Yea Woody!
Pac, thank you.
Pac, thank you.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#728
Don went back inside for more coffee. Eyes were watching him, and the older man urged his mule forward. "Come on Sadie girl, move on up, we gotta go see Bub."
The man got off in a stiff old man manner and threw the reins over a bush by the stairs. One step at a time, he walked up the four stairs and knocked on the door.
Don was halfway to the kitchen, when he turned around nd went to the door.
"Hello. what can I do for you?"
The old man caught his breath and wheezed out, "I came to see Bub."
"Bub? Who's Bub?"
"That's me Don, this is my cousin Orrie." the Granddad walked into the front room, "Coffee Orrie?"
"Pleasurable, Bub, Thankee rightly." Orrie rubbed his chin, he was a might nervous standing next to the young man. He had already heard about the bear and Tyson was plenty hot. He claimed he was gonna come gunnin for the SOB that killed his bear.
"A word with ya Bub" and Orrie moved away from the young man.
Don took his cue and walked back into the kitchen. He was a man with his priorities straight. Breakfast was ready.
MR sat down close to Don and beckoned him to bend her way so she could whisper in his ear. "There's gonna be trouble. Uncle Orrie is God father to Tyson, the guy with the bear. He's come to warn Granddad that there's probably gonna be a shooting. Tyson is sneaky, crafty and meaner than a riled snake I'm scared for you Don, be very careful."
Don sorta liked being that close to MR, so in a teasing manner, he said; "howe'd you like to have a bear rug?"
If Mercy Rose would have had any loose teeth, she would have promptly dropped them on the floor. She coughed and then shook her head, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Grandma stood cackling at the stove, she was enjoying the young man and his sense of humor. As much as she was born and a part in these hills, she wanted a quality man for MR. This Don, was shaping up to be a very good candidate for the job.
Orrie looked at Bub for a long moment. "He's comin a gunnin, I tried to stop him, cain't."
"Orrie," Granddad rubbed his face. "You know what Tyson's been a'doin. He's bled us dry. We ain't got no more money to give. I hate to say this, he's gotta be stopped. This young man ain't got no dog in this fight, but he don't scare easy.
He's gettin fond of MR, and he will protect her." That was as much as Bub was willing to say; he knew Orrie would go back and repeat every word to Tyson.
Orrie nodded; he got the message. He shuffled to the door, "I gotta be gettin back, see ya Bub."
"See ya Orrie."
Don went back inside for more coffee. Eyes were watching him, and the older man urged his mule forward. "Come on Sadie girl, move on up, we gotta go see Bub."
The man got off in a stiff old man manner and threw the reins over a bush by the stairs. One step at a time, he walked up the four stairs and knocked on the door.
Don was halfway to the kitchen, when he turned around nd went to the door.
"Hello. what can I do for you?"
The old man caught his breath and wheezed out, "I came to see Bub."
"Bub? Who's Bub?"
"That's me Don, this is my cousin Orrie." the Granddad walked into the front room, "Coffee Orrie?"
"Pleasurable, Bub, Thankee rightly." Orrie rubbed his chin, he was a might nervous standing next to the young man. He had already heard about the bear and Tyson was plenty hot. He claimed he was gonna come gunnin for the SOB that killed his bear.
"A word with ya Bub" and Orrie moved away from the young man.
Don took his cue and walked back into the kitchen. He was a man with his priorities straight. Breakfast was ready.
MR sat down close to Don and beckoned him to bend her way so she could whisper in his ear. "There's gonna be trouble. Uncle Orrie is God father to Tyson, the guy with the bear. He's come to warn Granddad that there's probably gonna be a shooting. Tyson is sneaky, crafty and meaner than a riled snake I'm scared for you Don, be very careful."
Don sorta liked being that close to MR, so in a teasing manner, he said; "howe'd you like to have a bear rug?"
If Mercy Rose would have had any loose teeth, she would have promptly dropped them on the floor. She coughed and then shook her head, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Grandma stood cackling at the stove, she was enjoying the young man and his sense of humor. As much as she was born and a part in these hills, she wanted a quality man for MR. This Don, was shaping up to be a very good candidate for the job.
Orrie looked at Bub for a long moment. "He's comin a gunnin, I tried to stop him, cain't."
"Orrie," Granddad rubbed his face. "You know what Tyson's been a'doin. He's bled us dry. We ain't got no more money to give. I hate to say this, he's gotta be stopped. This young man ain't got no dog in this fight, but he don't scare easy.
He's gettin fond of MR, and he will protect her." That was as much as Bub was willing to say; he knew Orrie would go back and repeat every word to Tyson.
Orrie nodded; he got the message. He shuffled to the door, "I gotta be gettin back, see ya Bub."
"See ya Orrie."
feralferret
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Pac, thanks!
PacNorWest
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#729
"When do you think he'll come?" Don asked in unconcerned tone, as Bub walked in the kitchen.
The old man stopped in his tracks, "Uh, probable towards evening. Today is his collection day, soes he'll be busy until late afternoon. The he'll have to do some drinkin cause hes been busy all day, and then some drinkin for the job still left to do. He's a mean sucker at best, and worse when hes had the lightening under his belt."
"Ok, I just wanted to know, I'm gonna skin the bear, do you have a place to dump the guts" Don passed his plate for a fourth pancake. He was happily buttering and syruping the plate sized golden pancake, when It finally registered, that the other three had stopped talking and were staring at him, with concern.
"Don, I'm a thinkin that's not a good idea, "Bub stared down at his coffee cup. "Tyson is gonna take that as a direct insult, chances are that's gonna plumb bust him open with rage. No tellin what he might do then."
"Good," Don replied cheekily. "A man full of rage doesn't see or think straight. I want to warn you all, if he comes after me, I'm gonna shoot back. Is that gonna be a problem?"
"Either way," Grandma finally spoke up. "Iffen ya kill him or wound him. He's only got four or five kin that would want to come even on the score, soes we could probable handle that. We ain't the shots we used to be, comin old age and all that."
"I can help," Mercy Rose offered to Don. "Tyson is real disgusting, and I wouldn't mind if you killed him. He's a real creep."
"MR," Grandma acted scandalized, "don't you be sayin such things outloud, you never know who might be listening."
"When do you think he'll come?" Don asked in unconcerned tone, as Bub walked in the kitchen.
The old man stopped in his tracks, "Uh, probable towards evening. Today is his collection day, soes he'll be busy until late afternoon. The he'll have to do some drinkin cause hes been busy all day, and then some drinkin for the job still left to do. He's a mean sucker at best, and worse when hes had the lightening under his belt."
"Ok, I just wanted to know, I'm gonna skin the bear, do you have a place to dump the guts" Don passed his plate for a fourth pancake. He was happily buttering and syruping the plate sized golden pancake, when It finally registered, that the other three had stopped talking and were staring at him, with concern.
"Don, I'm a thinkin that's not a good idea, "Bub stared down at his coffee cup. "Tyson is gonna take that as a direct insult, chances are that's gonna plumb bust him open with rage. No tellin what he might do then."
"Good," Don replied cheekily. "A man full of rage doesn't see or think straight. I want to warn you all, if he comes after me, I'm gonna shoot back. Is that gonna be a problem?"
"Either way," Grandma finally spoke up. "Iffen ya kill him or wound him. He's only got four or five kin that would want to come even on the score, soes we could probable handle that. We ain't the shots we used to be, comin old age and all that."
"I can help," Mercy Rose offered to Don. "Tyson is real disgusting, and I wouldn't mind if you killed him. He's a real creep."
"MR," Grandma acted scandalized, "don't you be sayin such things outloud, you never know who might be listening."
sssarawolf
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Thank you so much I was really hoping for more about what is going on, rile that sucker good Don. lol Get there quick Mark.
Nature_Lover
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Thank you Pac! This is just great! ❤
feralferret
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Pac, Thanks!
Sneaker 11
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I can see interesting times come evening. Thanks so much for your writings Ms Pac. I have enjoyed them for years now and am sorry I don't tell you more often. You are a treasure here.
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223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac! Seems Dad and Ma is only going to get there to help with the clean up and meet the new soon to be in-laws!
PacNorWest
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#730
Don finished his breakfast and had two more cups of coffee, just because it was good tasting. What he really was doing. was stalling for time, hoping the three Jenkins would get busy with their everyday tasks and not pay him much attention.
When he figured the time was right, he stepped outside and went to inspect the bear. Looping a chain around the bears neck, he backed the Jeep up and hitched the chain to the trailer hitch.
Pulling the bear carcass around through the graveled area, he drove up past the wood yard and over toward the line of trees. For safety's sake, he wanted the carcass a good ways away from the motel. For safety, and for the aesthetics of customers wishing to stay at the motel.
Taking the bear as close to the brush that rimmed the trees, as he could get, Don stopped and got out to get his knife and a whet stone from his bag. Spitting on the stone, he began the circular motions that further sharpened the already sharp knife.
MR walked in sight, she had a pitcher of water and a glass in hand, "Grandma says we can be this far away from the house, until two o'clock or so. After that it's too dangerous on account of Tyson. He's the type of guy that would ambush you, and just walk away".
"OK, that's reasonable." Don didn't want to cause any of them more distress than was already happening. "I don't know about pelting out the bear. The hide is in poor shape. He must use a whip when he trains."
"He's the kind to do that, no one has ever seen him work with the bear, don't know where that happens, he's real secretive about that .Look Don, I never meant for you to be caught up in this thing." Mercy Rose finally got around to speaking her mind.
"I want you to forget the bear and head back to town.. This is just to dangerous to have you involved in." MR was very serious. "Please go, I don't want you to be hurt or killed, that would tear me apart."
"Mercy Rose, I'm going to stay. I'm staying because I care for you and your grandparents, and I could never forgive myself if I left and let you deal with Tyson by yourselves. I'm no stranger to this type of warfare; in fact if I would have known about the shakedown when I was first here, I would have stayed. Shame on you for not leveling with me then."
"Donny, I would have, but Granddad said no, it's mountain pride and all of that."
To Don, when MR called him Donny, it sounded real sweet like. not left over little kids like name calling.
"I'd take a drink of that water, thank you for bringing it out."
Mercy Rose dimpled up in a smile and handed him the glass to hold, while she poured it full. "I still wish you would consider leaving," she said softly, "I don't want you hurt."
"No, not gonna happen," Don said firmly. "I do agree that the bear pelt is not worth the effort to skin it. Is it Ok to leave the carcass here? Does your Grandma want some of the meat?"
"No, she sent me out here to tell you it's been too warm and the bear probably has warbles."
Don nodded and went to unchain the bear and throw the chain in the back of the Jeep. "Hop in, we might as well drive back together."
Don finished his breakfast and had two more cups of coffee, just because it was good tasting. What he really was doing. was stalling for time, hoping the three Jenkins would get busy with their everyday tasks and not pay him much attention.
When he figured the time was right, he stepped outside and went to inspect the bear. Looping a chain around the bears neck, he backed the Jeep up and hitched the chain to the trailer hitch.
Pulling the bear carcass around through the graveled area, he drove up past the wood yard and over toward the line of trees. For safety's sake, he wanted the carcass a good ways away from the motel. For safety, and for the aesthetics of customers wishing to stay at the motel.
Taking the bear as close to the brush that rimmed the trees, as he could get, Don stopped and got out to get his knife and a whet stone from his bag. Spitting on the stone, he began the circular motions that further sharpened the already sharp knife.
MR walked in sight, she had a pitcher of water and a glass in hand, "Grandma says we can be this far away from the house, until two o'clock or so. After that it's too dangerous on account of Tyson. He's the type of guy that would ambush you, and just walk away".
"OK, that's reasonable." Don didn't want to cause any of them more distress than was already happening. "I don't know about pelting out the bear. The hide is in poor shape. He must use a whip when he trains."
"He's the kind to do that, no one has ever seen him work with the bear, don't know where that happens, he's real secretive about that .Look Don, I never meant for you to be caught up in this thing." Mercy Rose finally got around to speaking her mind.
"I want you to forget the bear and head back to town.. This is just to dangerous to have you involved in." MR was very serious. "Please go, I don't want you to be hurt or killed, that would tear me apart."
"Mercy Rose, I'm going to stay. I'm staying because I care for you and your grandparents, and I could never forgive myself if I left and let you deal with Tyson by yourselves. I'm no stranger to this type of warfare; in fact if I would have known about the shakedown when I was first here, I would have stayed. Shame on you for not leveling with me then."
"Donny, I would have, but Granddad said no, it's mountain pride and all of that."
To Don, when MR called him Donny, it sounded real sweet like. not left over little kids like name calling.
"I'd take a drink of that water, thank you for bringing it out."
Mercy Rose dimpled up in a smile and handed him the glass to hold, while she poured it full. "I still wish you would consider leaving," she said softly, "I don't want you hurt."
"No, not gonna happen," Don said firmly. "I do agree that the bear pelt is not worth the effort to skin it. Is it Ok to leave the carcass here? Does your Grandma want some of the meat?"
"No, she sent me out here to tell you it's been too warm and the bear probably has warbles."
Don nodded and went to unchain the bear and throw the chain in the back of the Jeep. "Hop in, we might as well drive back together."
feralferret
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Pac, thanks!
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Many thanks Pac.
PacNorWest
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Folks,
we are in a blizzard. Power is om snd off. Be back then. Thanks for reading, Pac.
we are in a blizzard. Power is om snd off. Be back then. Thanks for reading, Pac.
feralferret
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Not surprised. My wife and I delayed returning to KC from our daughter's house due to the weather. Kansas is catching it even worse.
Stay safe.
Orion Commander
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Come on up north. We're fine. At least for the next couple of hours. I hear I-35 is closed from the Missouri border 2/3 up Iowa. But I haven't verified it yet. Half inch locally so far.
weapons_762
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barely made it home last night, north east of KC, 5 inches outside, with ice underneath
Orion Commander
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Last night we got 9". 15 miles west got 10.5".
PacNorWest
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We have a little over seven inches on the flat; but we also have 3.5 to 4 foot drifts. All our east - west roads are drifted shut. Big huge sigh for the nit-picking small town politics of township road districts. Our township director does not plow any roads he does not travel on. Big huge sigh once again.
Bright sunshine and wind breaking all the snow laden tree branches. They sound like rifle shots.
Bright sunshine and wind breaking all the snow laden tree branches. They sound like rifle shots.
PacNorWest
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#731
Don drove carefully, keeping himself between the woods line and Mercy Rose. He had spotted the two gun barrels poking through the brush, and sighed hard. So this was going to be a 'down home' he said-no he said' arguement.
Driving across the meadow, Don inched way to the south of the motel, keeping MR Out of rifle range.
"Ok, what's going on?" MR was not the least bit fooled by the casual way Don backed up the road, putting the motel as a barrier.
"Two rifles pointed at us." Don turned the Jeep around and practically drove on the small scrap of lawn, getting MR as close as possible to the front door.
"Please tell your grandma to close all the curtains that face out toward the woods. If she needs wood, I'll bring it in. Where do you think your Grandpa might be?" Don looked at her sweet face with somber eyes.
"It looks like they want to play hardball, and we can most assuredly accommodate them." Don was going to say more, when his phone rang.
"Hey Dad, how far out are ya. At the junction? Take the right hand fork; we're about four miles further on the right." Don whistled a little bit, sounding the 'DANGER' tune, letting his parents know to use caution as the approached the motel.
"As you pull in the drive, we are in the last unit on the right. You'll see the Jeep. Come to that apartment and bring any specialty items you might have brought with you."
"Be there soon, don't start without me" Mark jested, and laughed a grim sounding tone.
"Whos' coming?" MR wanted to know.
"My Dad and Ma. They wanted to come see the fall tree colors, and don't worry. they have the camper with them." Don didn't tell the whole truth, but MR nodded, accepting for the moment, what he said.
Don drove carefully, keeping himself between the woods line and Mercy Rose. He had spotted the two gun barrels poking through the brush, and sighed hard. So this was going to be a 'down home' he said-no he said' arguement.
Driving across the meadow, Don inched way to the south of the motel, keeping MR Out of rifle range.
"Ok, what's going on?" MR was not the least bit fooled by the casual way Don backed up the road, putting the motel as a barrier.
"Two rifles pointed at us." Don turned the Jeep around and practically drove on the small scrap of lawn, getting MR as close as possible to the front door.
"Please tell your grandma to close all the curtains that face out toward the woods. If she needs wood, I'll bring it in. Where do you think your Grandpa might be?" Don looked at her sweet face with somber eyes.
"It looks like they want to play hardball, and we can most assuredly accommodate them." Don was going to say more, when his phone rang.
"Hey Dad, how far out are ya. At the junction? Take the right hand fork; we're about four miles further on the right." Don whistled a little bit, sounding the 'DANGER' tune, letting his parents know to use caution as the approached the motel.
"As you pull in the drive, we are in the last unit on the right. You'll see the Jeep. Come to that apartment and bring any specialty items you might have brought with you."
"Be there soon, don't start without me" Mark jested, and laughed a grim sounding tone.
"Whos' coming?" MR wanted to know.
"My Dad and Ma. They wanted to come see the fall tree colors, and don't worry. they have the camper with them." Don didn't tell the whole truth, but MR nodded, accepting for the moment, what he said.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
A very welcome chapter, thank you.
feralferret
Veteran Member
Pac, thank you. Stay warm and good luck with the roads.