Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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Sneaker 11
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Thanks for the latest post. Where we are it was reported 11.5". Worked this ol' 77 year old, broken down grunt pretty hard. Glad I bought a new snow blower a couple of years ago. This being the third winter, I had only used it twice last year. I definitely paid off in spades on Tuesday. Yesterday's dump added about another 4", so in a little while I will be at it again.
My one of my grandsons and his fiancé drove up to visit. He has been going to college and drove up from his parents house as he was home on Christmas break. Well they got out of hear later than anticipated and a 2.5 hour drive turned into 4+ as road conditions allowed travel at 40 mph but they did arrive safely. That being an answer to grandparents prayer for traveling safety.
Everyone stay safe and warm, with an emphasis on safe as the world continues its downward spiral. RLTW
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My one of my grandsons and his fiancé drove up to visit. He has been going to college and drove up from his parents house as he was home on Christmas break. Well they got out of hear later than anticipated and a 2.5 hour drive turned into 4+ as road conditions allowed travel at 40 mph but they did arrive safely. That being an answer to grandparents prayer for traveling safety.
Everyone stay safe and warm, with an emphasis on safe as the world continues its downward spiral. RLTW
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PacNorWest
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Don escorted MR into the apartment and stopped long enough to inquire where Bub might be.
"That old fool, he's gone to the office to see if there's any money lying around, that he might have missed. He wants to try and buy Tyson off the bear retaliation against you. There's no money there, I don't know what he's thinking, but he thinks a lot of you Don, and doesn't want you hurt." Grandma pushed a strand of hair off her forehead. "This has to stop, we're way too old to have a feud going." Rosie Jenkins felt as tired and worn out as she looked.
"A long, long time ago, there were feuds all over this mountain; killins and such happened regular like. I'm afraid Mercy Rose, that's what happened to your folks.
Yer ma took a fancy to a neighbor after you was born, and yer pa, our boy, kilt him and ran yer ma off. The neighbors kin found yer ma and kilt her and ambushed yer pa." It was a long story for Grandma to relate, and she had to sit down and fan herself.
"I always thought they died in a car wreck," MR sounded troubled. "That was a really big deal to keep from me Grandma; were you ever gonna tell me?"
"Yesss, but it just got harder and harder the older you got. I know we ain't done you right Mercy Rose, and we ask fer your fergiveness." Rosie sat in silence, hp[ing that MR was as sweet as her name.
"Grandma, you know I love and forgive you, Grandad also. You and Grandad have been so good to me, better than it sounds like my parents were." There was a lot pf hugging going on, with tear bright eyes.
Don shuffled from one foot to the other, know knowing what to do. "Well." he cleared his throat, "I'm gonna go get Bub, my folks should be here at any time."
"Company, you mean company? Land sakes, we gotta have cake and fresh coffee. MR, you get the flour out fer me, and the spices and the Crisco can. I'll get the coffee started." Rosie was off and running, directing traffic in her kitchen.
Don gave MR a wave and stepped out the front door. Bub was walking back from the office, shuffling along, not paying much attention as he walked between the cabins. In the last space, he got a bullet whizzing by, giving credence to the seriousness of the situation.
"Them durn fools," Bub roared, "I ain't skeered," he yelled out, "you just keep yer fool shootin to yourself." With Bub Standing there in the open, yelling at the shooter, that activated Don into action. He rushed forward and grabbed the old man by the arm and drug him back into the protection of the cabin shadow.
"Here now, whatda ya think yer doin?" the old man roared, "I need my shot gun, Rosie, where's the shotgun?" he yelled, forgetting that Rosie was in the house with the door shut.
"Bub, hang on a minute, we've got to get to the house and whoever's shooting will be waiting for us to cross the last open space. I'm Gonna divert their attention and you get ready to run to the apartment,"
"No sir, ain't gonna do it. I'm mad, not skeered."
"You can probably be mad and dead at the same time. Mercy rose is coming out the door with the shotgun and I want you to get her stopped, now get moving. If anything happens to her because you're a stubborn old fool, I'll shoot you myself." Don held up his hand to stop MR.
"Stay there, Bub is coming to you." Don called out. He shucked off his jacket and grabbed the old broom leaning against the cabin wall. "Now when I yell, you move," he ordered.
Hanging the jacket with his ball cap on top of the weathered old broom handle, Don stepped to the far side of the cabin and flashed a bit of the coat in the open. Shots rang out immediately and Don waved Bub toward the house.
The old man sorta ran, a hitch and get-along stump, that when he got going, he couldn't stop the closer he got to the porch steps. "Get back," he huffed at MR,. "I cain't stop."
It wasn't pretty. Bub face planted on the stairs, and crumpled in an accordion fashion.
Don had his pistol in hand, and he peeked around the side of the cabin and fired out into the woods, approximately where he remembered the rifle barrel had bn located.
"Hey, he's shootin back, Tyson never said nuthin about what to do if he was shootin." a voice sounded outraged.
The rifle shooter fired two more rounds toward the cabin and then the two men faded back into the woods.
Don escorted MR into the apartment and stopped long enough to inquire where Bub might be.
"That old fool, he's gone to the office to see if there's any money lying around, that he might have missed. He wants to try and buy Tyson off the bear retaliation against you. There's no money there, I don't know what he's thinking, but he thinks a lot of you Don, and doesn't want you hurt." Grandma pushed a strand of hair off her forehead. "This has to stop, we're way too old to have a feud going." Rosie Jenkins felt as tired and worn out as she looked.
"A long, long time ago, there were feuds all over this mountain; killins and such happened regular like. I'm afraid Mercy Rose, that's what happened to your folks.
Yer ma took a fancy to a neighbor after you was born, and yer pa, our boy, kilt him and ran yer ma off. The neighbors kin found yer ma and kilt her and ambushed yer pa." It was a long story for Grandma to relate, and she had to sit down and fan herself.
"I always thought they died in a car wreck," MR sounded troubled. "That was a really big deal to keep from me Grandma; were you ever gonna tell me?"
"Yesss, but it just got harder and harder the older you got. I know we ain't done you right Mercy Rose, and we ask fer your fergiveness." Rosie sat in silence, hp[ing that MR was as sweet as her name.
"Grandma, you know I love and forgive you, Grandad also. You and Grandad have been so good to me, better than it sounds like my parents were." There was a lot pf hugging going on, with tear bright eyes.
Don shuffled from one foot to the other, know knowing what to do. "Well." he cleared his throat, "I'm gonna go get Bub, my folks should be here at any time."
"Company, you mean company? Land sakes, we gotta have cake and fresh coffee. MR, you get the flour out fer me, and the spices and the Crisco can. I'll get the coffee started." Rosie was off and running, directing traffic in her kitchen.
Don gave MR a wave and stepped out the front door. Bub was walking back from the office, shuffling along, not paying much attention as he walked between the cabins. In the last space, he got a bullet whizzing by, giving credence to the seriousness of the situation.
"Them durn fools," Bub roared, "I ain't skeered," he yelled out, "you just keep yer fool shootin to yourself." With Bub Standing there in the open, yelling at the shooter, that activated Don into action. He rushed forward and grabbed the old man by the arm and drug him back into the protection of the cabin shadow.
"Here now, whatda ya think yer doin?" the old man roared, "I need my shot gun, Rosie, where's the shotgun?" he yelled, forgetting that Rosie was in the house with the door shut.
"Bub, hang on a minute, we've got to get to the house and whoever's shooting will be waiting for us to cross the last open space. I'm Gonna divert their attention and you get ready to run to the apartment,"
"No sir, ain't gonna do it. I'm mad, not skeered."
"You can probably be mad and dead at the same time. Mercy rose is coming out the door with the shotgun and I want you to get her stopped, now get moving. If anything happens to her because you're a stubborn old fool, I'll shoot you myself." Don held up his hand to stop MR.
"Stay there, Bub is coming to you." Don called out. He shucked off his jacket and grabbed the old broom leaning against the cabin wall. "Now when I yell, you move," he ordered.
Hanging the jacket with his ball cap on top of the weathered old broom handle, Don stepped to the far side of the cabin and flashed a bit of the coat in the open. Shots rang out immediately and Don waved Bub toward the house.
The old man sorta ran, a hitch and get-along stump, that when he got going, he couldn't stop the closer he got to the porch steps. "Get back," he huffed at MR,. "I cain't stop."
It wasn't pretty. Bub face planted on the stairs, and crumpled in an accordion fashion.
Don had his pistol in hand, and he peeked around the side of the cabin and fired out into the woods, approximately where he remembered the rifle barrel had bn located.
"Hey, he's shootin back, Tyson never said nuthin about what to do if he was shootin." a voice sounded outraged.
The rifle shooter fired two more rounds toward the cabin and then the two men faded back into the woods.
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sssarawolf
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So old Tyson has helpers, 
Thank you Pac. Oh our extreme cold front is headed your way in a day or so.
Thank you Pac. Oh our extreme cold front is headed your way in a day or so.
feralferret
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Pac, thanks!
steamroller
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Looks like Don has his work cut out for him.
PacNorWest
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We had -14 this morning with the wind chill; and the wind has increased a lot since then. Supposed to get colder than that, tonight. We had people walk into the house this morning, they were stuck in a drift in the road.
Foolish people, totally unprepared. Street shoes, no hats and thin coats. They were near frozen when they knocked on the door. One thing about it, I bet they smarten up. Either that or the gene pool will be rid of silly, foolish bottom feeders.
Foolish people, totally unprepared. Street shoes, no hats and thin coats. They were near frozen when they knocked on the door. One thing about it, I bet they smarten up. Either that or the gene pool will be rid of silly, foolish bottom feeders.
sssarawolf
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Burr Pac. That's supposed to be abt our tamps tonight. It was 11 this morning. We had 14 inches of snow yesterday and a bit more snowed last night on top of what we already had. But so far a pretty mild winter like 2006.
Dh has pulled folks out of ditches in the winter dressed like that to. One teen didn't even have a coat with him. Plus we just found out we have a sneak thief about. So far just took a long extension cord we plug our diesel truck in with. I figure it's someone who has been here before and knew right where to look for it hanging by the truck.
Stay warm.
Dh has pulled folks out of ditches in the winter dressed like that to. One teen didn't even have a coat with him. Plus we just found out we have a sneak thief about
. So far just took a long extension cord we plug our diesel truck in with. I figure it's someone who has been here before and knew right where to look for it hanging by the truck.Stay warm.
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RememberGoliad
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Our week of winter is upon us here in the Texas hill country. Supposed to drop into the lower 20's tomorrow night, and keep going down each night until Tuesday when we wake up with 7F. Then 65 that afternoon, for cryin' out loud! A day of respite, then back into the upper teens and low 20's for a couple days, then above freezing for the rest of the month....while everybody makes plumbing repairs...LOL
Y'all stay warm!
Y'all stay warm!
Sneaker 11
RECONDO
Weather app says -21 in the morning with a high of -1. We have light snow and blowing snow, drifts to battle tomorrow. Today me and my Mrs are just hunkering down enjoying being retired............perhaps just tired. 
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223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac! Seems Mark may have made the first show!
PacNorWest
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Don felt a chill as a heavy, dark cloud obscured the late fall sun. A wind started blowing, reminding Don that his jacket was on the ground in the breeze way between the cabins.
The warmth he needed was lying on the ground, out in the open. He hadn't heard any shots for a brief time; but he had no information about the shooters. Had they retreated, or were they biding their time.
Don patted his pockets, he had nothing he could use to recover his jacket. There was a wind gust and a spatter of rain. After the smattering of rain ended, Don could hear a vehicle start and drive away.
Taking a chance, he dashed out and grabbed his coat, and rolled back into the protection of the cabin structure. Checking himself out, Don didn't feel any injuries, so he surmised that the ambushers had left.
Now, he only had to run the open space between the last cabin and the apartment. Gathering his courage, Don dashed to the porch and scooped up Bub and hauled the old man toward the door MR was holding open.
Rosie was standing in the doorway, holding the shotgun, screeching loudly. Don yelled at her to move or get run over. Rosie didn't hear, she was too busy giving her opinion.
She got run over.
Don burst through the door, pulling Bub by the hands; practically flying the old man through the air. As he was flying by, Bub's knee hit Rosie's hand holding the gun. Her finger slipped and the shotgun fired.
Stunned, Rosie fell backward, clenching her fist over the trigger, it fired a second time. Rosie screamed and threw the shotgun on the floor, it slid and clattered against the wall.
Mercy Rose was leaning against the door frame clutching her shoulder. Don dumped Bub in a heap and hastened over to see what MR's problem was.
Mercy Rose had been hit by a couple of shotgun pellets. Don said a few words that he had heard Gary use, the Afgani swear words that wouldn't get him in trouble, because no one knew what they were.
Don was trembling as he gathered up MR and guided her to the couch. She wouldn't let him see, "Donny, you can't, it isn't right or proper."
"Ok, let me get Bub in a chair and find out what's wrong with him." Don didn't say anything about attending to Rosie, suddenly he didn't care if she stayed on the floor all night. Her foolishness had hurt MR, and to Don, that was unforgiveable.
Bub was serious, he was having heart pains. "Tell Rosie to get me the asprin," he whispered to Don, between pants of pain.
"Rosie, get the asprin," Don roared, shocking the old woman into moving at the tone of his voice. Scrambling to get to her feet, Rosie happened to look at MR on the sofa with bright red blood squeezing out between her clenched fingers.
That started a fresh spate of screaming and hysterics. Don was shouting angry words, Rosie was screaming that she had killed MR; and Mark and Clora walked in the open door.
Don felt a chill as a heavy, dark cloud obscured the late fall sun. A wind started blowing, reminding Don that his jacket was on the ground in the breeze way between the cabins.
The warmth he needed was lying on the ground, out in the open. He hadn't heard any shots for a brief time; but he had no information about the shooters. Had they retreated, or were they biding their time.
Don patted his pockets, he had nothing he could use to recover his jacket. There was a wind gust and a spatter of rain. After the smattering of rain ended, Don could hear a vehicle start and drive away.
Taking a chance, he dashed out and grabbed his coat, and rolled back into the protection of the cabin structure. Checking himself out, Don didn't feel any injuries, so he surmised that the ambushers had left.
Now, he only had to run the open space between the last cabin and the apartment. Gathering his courage, Don dashed to the porch and scooped up Bub and hauled the old man toward the door MR was holding open.
Rosie was standing in the doorway, holding the shotgun, screeching loudly. Don yelled at her to move or get run over. Rosie didn't hear, she was too busy giving her opinion.
She got run over.
Don burst through the door, pulling Bub by the hands; practically flying the old man through the air. As he was flying by, Bub's knee hit Rosie's hand holding the gun. Her finger slipped and the shotgun fired.
Stunned, Rosie fell backward, clenching her fist over the trigger, it fired a second time. Rosie screamed and threw the shotgun on the floor, it slid and clattered against the wall.
Mercy Rose was leaning against the door frame clutching her shoulder. Don dumped Bub in a heap and hastened over to see what MR's problem was.
Mercy Rose had been hit by a couple of shotgun pellets. Don said a few words that he had heard Gary use, the Afgani swear words that wouldn't get him in trouble, because no one knew what they were.
Don was trembling as he gathered up MR and guided her to the couch. She wouldn't let him see, "Donny, you can't, it isn't right or proper."
"Ok, let me get Bub in a chair and find out what's wrong with him." Don didn't say anything about attending to Rosie, suddenly he didn't care if she stayed on the floor all night. Her foolishness had hurt MR, and to Don, that was unforgiveable.
Bub was serious, he was having heart pains. "Tell Rosie to get me the asprin," he whispered to Don, between pants of pain.
"Rosie, get the asprin," Don roared, shocking the old woman into moving at the tone of his voice. Scrambling to get to her feet, Rosie happened to look at MR on the sofa with bright red blood squeezing out between her clenched fingers.
That started a fresh spate of screaming and hysterics. Don was shouting angry words, Rosie was screaming that she had killed MR; and Mark and Clora walked in the open door.
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Nature_Lover
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Thank you Pac! Very good!
feralferret
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sssarawolf
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Ohh very good, they should be right at home then, lol
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
Sneaker 11
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PacNorWest
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#734
"Ah, the chaos within," Mark said dryly; "why am I not surprised;"
"It's probably do to the frequency and severity," Clora spoke as she took a swift look around. Giving a shrill whistle, the sudden silence restored order.
Don spoke up. "Mercy Rose where are the aspirin?"
"Kitchen drawer, left side of the sink." she replied with clenched teeth. Her shoulder really hurt and she was shocked at the careless, foolish way her grandmother had reacted. She had never known the old woman to behave in such a manner.
Don came running back into the room with the small bottle of chalky looking pills. The cap was stubborn, but he pried it off with strong thumbs, and the plastic went flying. Bub looked as excited at the notion of slipping several of the caustic tasting orbs, as he would if he had to get in a bathtub filled with alligators.
"Argh," he sputtered as the bitterness registered. "This is gonna kill me, if my heart doesn't."
"You're a tough old buzzard," Don assured him, "you'll get through."
Clora bent over Rosie. "Hello." she offered quietly, "I'm Clora, Don's mother, may I help you up?"
Rosie nodded, she was a little bird sized woman and weighted about the same. "Thankee, I appreciate it."
Clora helped her to her feet, but didn't let go of her arm, as Rosie swayed and acted dizzy. "Come sit down," Clora coaxed, "I fear you've had a fright."
Clora guided Rosie to sit next to Mercy Rose. "Hello, I'm Clora, may I look at your shoulder> What happened?"
MR shook her head, she didn't want to say anything, she couldn't accuse grandma.
"It was me," Rosie whispered softly. "I'm Rosie," she introduced herself. "We was bein shot at and my fingers slipped on the shotgun trigger. I'm so sorry MR, you know I'd never hurt you on purpose." Rosie teared up again.
"I ahh, just have a shirt on," MR whispered to Clora, blushing in embarrassment.
Clora nodded. "I think Mark should drive you and your grandfather to the doctor. Rosie, I think you should go also. I will stay here with Don." Orders issued quietly, but non the less, obeyed, did a lot to restore order to frazzled nerves.
"Don, you go help Dad unhitch the trailer, the van is big enough to haul everyone. So get busy."
Don stared hard at the van as it left the yard.. "That was so foolish and unnecessary. Ma, it was like a comedy of horrors."
Clora heard the hard perk of the coffee pot in the kitchen, and rushed in to keep the brew from spattering all over. "Come sit down, tell me what started this whole show?" she invited and Don slid into a chair with a grumpy look on his face.
"It started with this jerk named Tyson, an extortion scheme and a bear." Don was totally unhappy, he wanted to be with MR, and he wasn't.,
"Ah, the chaos within," Mark said dryly; "why am I not surprised;"
"It's probably do to the frequency and severity," Clora spoke as she took a swift look around. Giving a shrill whistle, the sudden silence restored order.
Don spoke up. "Mercy Rose where are the aspirin?"
"Kitchen drawer, left side of the sink." she replied with clenched teeth. Her shoulder really hurt and she was shocked at the careless, foolish way her grandmother had reacted. She had never known the old woman to behave in such a manner.
Don came running back into the room with the small bottle of chalky looking pills. The cap was stubborn, but he pried it off with strong thumbs, and the plastic went flying. Bub looked as excited at the notion of slipping several of the caustic tasting orbs, as he would if he had to get in a bathtub filled with alligators.
"Argh," he sputtered as the bitterness registered. "This is gonna kill me, if my heart doesn't."
"You're a tough old buzzard," Don assured him, "you'll get through."
Clora bent over Rosie. "Hello." she offered quietly, "I'm Clora, Don's mother, may I help you up?"
Rosie nodded, she was a little bird sized woman and weighted about the same. "Thankee, I appreciate it."
Clora helped her to her feet, but didn't let go of her arm, as Rosie swayed and acted dizzy. "Come sit down," Clora coaxed, "I fear you've had a fright."
Clora guided Rosie to sit next to Mercy Rose. "Hello, I'm Clora, may I look at your shoulder> What happened?"
MR shook her head, she didn't want to say anything, she couldn't accuse grandma.
"It was me," Rosie whispered softly. "I'm Rosie," she introduced herself. "We was bein shot at and my fingers slipped on the shotgun trigger. I'm so sorry MR, you know I'd never hurt you on purpose." Rosie teared up again.
"I ahh, just have a shirt on," MR whispered to Clora, blushing in embarrassment.
Clora nodded. "I think Mark should drive you and your grandfather to the doctor. Rosie, I think you should go also. I will stay here with Don." Orders issued quietly, but non the less, obeyed, did a lot to restore order to frazzled nerves.
"Don, you go help Dad unhitch the trailer, the van is big enough to haul everyone. So get busy."
Don stared hard at the van as it left the yard.. "That was so foolish and unnecessary. Ma, it was like a comedy of horrors."
Clora heard the hard perk of the coffee pot in the kitchen, and rushed in to keep the brew from spattering all over. "Come sit down, tell me what started this whole show?" she invited and Don slid into a chair with a grumpy look on his face.
"It started with this jerk named Tyson, an extortion scheme and a bear." Don was totally unhappy, he wanted to be with MR, and he wasn't.,
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
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Thank you Pac.
feralferret
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Pac, thank you.
Siskiyoumom
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Wow! What a mess. Thank you kindly.
PacNorWest
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#735
Don gave the whole story; the best of it, and the worst of it. Clora couldn't help but laugh a little at Rosie and her misadventures.
"She reminds me of a cook we used to have. Some day when you have lots of time, I'll tell you a few of the adventures we had with that stubborn woman. Most of it was funny, until we figured out she was trying to kill us." Clora was so matter of fact; but Don nearly choked on the swallow of coffee that went down the wrong way.
"She was the reason part of my foot was shot away. She dropped a shotgun, just as Rosie did."
"Well I hope you shot her. If Rosie wasn't Mercy's grandmother, I'd have shot her. That was so foolish and totally unforgiveable." Don was still hot over the mishap. "It could have turned out tragic."
"Give praise to the Lord that it wasn't. I do want to caution you Don,, let the problem go. This Mercy will stick up for her grandmother because of the years they have together as family. If you're interested, and it sounds like you might be ,tread lightly." Clora offered some good motherly advise.
"How come she wouldn't let me look at her shoulder, I wasn't gonna take a pocket knife and dig around." don was still a little muley around the edges. "I wonder where they had to go to find a hospital? Don't ya think they should be back by now?"
"Don, you're a big boy, figure it out. I don't believe Mercy was totally dressed, and she is modest."
"Oh"
Then he blushed. "I guess under those circumstances, I understand. I guess it did take Sally a long time to get used to me, but I didn't mean any harm to MR."
"I'm sure she understands that," Clora comforted, "would you want to go out to the camper and get the Dutch oven. It's sitting in the sink, and I think there will be enough ham and beans for everyone."
"Cornbread?" Don asked hopefully. "Your kind of cornbread? Rosie doesn't put any sugar in hers, and it tastes real flat."
"Yes, I'll make cornbread, although the three of us may be the only people to eat it."
"Make a big pan, I'll clean it up. they feed pretty light around here and I'm usually starving. I didn't want to say anything, I really am trying to mind my manners." Don confessed .with a starving hungry look.
The rain started again with a hard shower beating against the tin roof. "I'll go get the dutchy wight now, you got keys?" Don offered.
"Yes, here," and Clora pulled the ring from her pocket. "listen, I'll tell you where the cornmeal is, and the pan. I'll look in the kitchen to see if Rosie has the rest of what I need. I have it out there if she doesn't."
Clora took one look at the small amount of supplies in the cupboard and made the second trip out to the camper with Don. "Take this and this, and that jar of applesauce, and the can of Crisco and baking powder and the sugar. I'll bring the flour and make a simple cake and we'll top it with applesauce. That will be a good meal. We can do pancakes for breakfast, oh, and I need to remember the coffee."
Back in the house, Clora stoked the woodstove in readiness for baking. "We need wood, is there a tarp around here to cover the woodpile?"
"Yeah, probably somewhere. They don't have much around here," Don carried in a big armload of wood and arranged it in the wood box. "It's getting cold out there, the temperature is really dropping."
"More wood then," Clora cheerfully ordered. "With the porch roof like it is, I wonder why they don't stack wood on the porch. Seems silly to have it out in the rain."
"If you'll feed me, I'll stack," Don bargained. The rain had tapered off, and Clora found herself smiling at Don's willingness to work, as she mixed and baked a single layer cake. He must think pretty highly of these people, she mused.
Don gave the whole story; the best of it, and the worst of it. Clora couldn't help but laugh a little at Rosie and her misadventures.
"She reminds me of a cook we used to have. Some day when you have lots of time, I'll tell you a few of the adventures we had with that stubborn woman. Most of it was funny, until we figured out she was trying to kill us." Clora was so matter of fact; but Don nearly choked on the swallow of coffee that went down the wrong way.
"She was the reason part of my foot was shot away. She dropped a shotgun, just as Rosie did."
"Well I hope you shot her. If Rosie wasn't Mercy's grandmother, I'd have shot her. That was so foolish and totally unforgiveable." Don was still hot over the mishap. "It could have turned out tragic."
"Give praise to the Lord that it wasn't. I do want to caution you Don,, let the problem go. This Mercy will stick up for her grandmother because of the years they have together as family. If you're interested, and it sounds like you might be ,tread lightly." Clora offered some good motherly advise.
"How come she wouldn't let me look at her shoulder, I wasn't gonna take a pocket knife and dig around." don was still a little muley around the edges. "I wonder where they had to go to find a hospital? Don't ya think they should be back by now?"
"Don, you're a big boy, figure it out. I don't believe Mercy was totally dressed, and she is modest."
"Oh"
Then he blushed. "I guess under those circumstances, I understand. I guess it did take Sally a long time to get used to me, but I didn't mean any harm to MR."
"I'm sure she understands that," Clora comforted, "would you want to go out to the camper and get the Dutch oven. It's sitting in the sink, and I think there will be enough ham and beans for everyone."
"Cornbread?" Don asked hopefully. "Your kind of cornbread? Rosie doesn't put any sugar in hers, and it tastes real flat."
"Yes, I'll make cornbread, although the three of us may be the only people to eat it."
"Make a big pan, I'll clean it up. they feed pretty light around here and I'm usually starving. I didn't want to say anything, I really am trying to mind my manners." Don confessed .with a starving hungry look.
The rain started again with a hard shower beating against the tin roof. "I'll go get the dutchy wight now, you got keys?" Don offered.
"Yes, here," and Clora pulled the ring from her pocket. "listen, I'll tell you where the cornmeal is, and the pan. I'll look in the kitchen to see if Rosie has the rest of what I need. I have it out there if she doesn't."
Clora took one look at the small amount of supplies in the cupboard and made the second trip out to the camper with Don. "Take this and this, and that jar of applesauce, and the can of Crisco and baking powder and the sugar. I'll bring the flour and make a simple cake and we'll top it with applesauce. That will be a good meal. We can do pancakes for breakfast, oh, and I need to remember the coffee."
Back in the house, Clora stoked the woodstove in readiness for baking. "We need wood, is there a tarp around here to cover the woodpile?"
"Yeah, probably somewhere. They don't have much around here," Don carried in a big armload of wood and arranged it in the wood box. "It's getting cold out there, the temperature is really dropping."
"More wood then," Clora cheerfully ordered. "With the porch roof like it is, I wonder why they don't stack wood on the porch. Seems silly to have it out in the rain."
"If you'll feed me, I'll stack," Don bargained. The rain had tapered off, and Clora found herself smiling at Don's willingness to work, as she mixed and baked a single layer cake. He must think pretty highly of these people, she mused.
223shootersc
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thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
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Big thank you for more Pac.
feralferret
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Pac, thank you!
Nature_Lover
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Thank you, Pac!
larry_minn
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The sacrifice you will make for a cute gal.
PacNorWest
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#736
It is amazing how much work a strong young man can accomplish, when he sets his mind to the task. Most of the wood he had split in his previous visit, was still scattered right where he dropped the wood. What the heck was Bub thinking or not doing all the time from Sept. to now.
Don worked steadily, all the while pondering the why of Bub's lack of winter preparedness. He took into account, the fact that Tyson had bled the old couple dry, but still, there was work that could be done that didn't take money.
In the waning hour of daylight, the weather worsened, the scattered rain showers turning to slush and then huge, wet, snowflakes that splattered when they hit the ground.
Don loaded the last of the split wood inside the kitchen woodbox. He and his jacket were soaked, and he shucked both his shirt and Levi jacket to hang them over the back of chairs, next to the stove to dry.
"Tell me Don, where were the shooters located?" Clprs was looking out into the dusk and the dark stretch of evergreens across the meadow.
"If you look straight ahead toward that old dead tree, then go to 2 o'clock. Right there."
"Ok. that's a ways across towards the house, they must have high caliber rifles. You said they hit the back of the cabin you stayed in?" Clora was calculating the distance..
It was no secret that mountain men are accurate and deliberate when they shoot.That could prove to be a problem.
Don happened to be standing close to the window, watching headlights slow down and pull into the gravel parking lot. The headlights sat motionless, for long minutes.
"I don't think that's a potential customer, I'd bet that is Tyson looking not only for his bear, but money from Bub and Rosie. I bet the camper is puzzling him, for what ever reason it might be here."
It is amazing how much work a strong young man can accomplish, when he sets his mind to the task. Most of the wood he had split in his previous visit, was still scattered right where he dropped the wood. What the heck was Bub thinking or not doing all the time from Sept. to now.
Don worked steadily, all the while pondering the why of Bub's lack of winter preparedness. He took into account, the fact that Tyson had bled the old couple dry, but still, there was work that could be done that didn't take money.
In the waning hour of daylight, the weather worsened, the scattered rain showers turning to slush and then huge, wet, snowflakes that splattered when they hit the ground.
Don loaded the last of the split wood inside the kitchen woodbox. He and his jacket were soaked, and he shucked both his shirt and Levi jacket to hang them over the back of chairs, next to the stove to dry.
"Tell me Don, where were the shooters located?" Clprs was looking out into the dusk and the dark stretch of evergreens across the meadow.
"If you look straight ahead toward that old dead tree, then go to 2 o'clock. Right there."
"Ok. that's a ways across towards the house, they must have high caliber rifles. You said they hit the back of the cabin you stayed in?" Clora was calculating the distance..
It was no secret that mountain men are accurate and deliberate when they shoot.That could prove to be a problem.
Don happened to be standing close to the window, watching headlights slow down and pull into the gravel parking lot. The headlights sat motionless, for long minutes.
"I don't think that's a potential customer, I'd bet that is Tyson looking not only for his bear, but money from Bub and Rosie. I bet the camper is puzzling him, for what ever reason it might be here."
sssarawolf
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Thank you so much.223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
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Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#737
""Let's show that someone is home by turning off one of the lights. That should give him a predicament," Clora chuckled as Don turned off the livingroom light, and her hand went to her pocket for her gun.
The vehicle lights stayed stationary, and then. slowly tuned toward the apartment, casting harsh, bright light unto the front room.
Both Don and Clora stood in the shadows beside the door, waiting for the driver to make a move. Slowly, the pickup reversed, and then pulled out of the parking area and turned off it's lights.
"So he wants to play cat and mouse," Don remarked, "well two of us can play the game also. The pickup was sitting at the edge of the road., no lights or taillights and it's running motor barely auduble.
"Now that's a strange combination, good for sneaking around when you don't want to be discovered." Don whispered.
The knock on the door startled them. Who was that and how did he defy detection to get that close. The next thing that happened, the door knob started to turn, and the door soundlessly opened.
The dark figure slowly pushed the door with a drawn pistol. Don let him get most of his figure inside the room, and then he hit the outstretched arm with a piece of split stovewood, triangle side down. The bone snap was so loud, it was deafening in the silence.
The scream was louder. Don swung the wood chunk at the back of the man's head, and there was a sickening thud, when he connected. There was a whoosh when the man went down in a heap.
"Shhh," Clora commanded, "is that pickup still running?"
Don with his younger ears listened. "Yes, it's still there."
"Do you have a weapon with IR?"
"No, unfortunately not. I'm not high enough on the totem pole for specific gear like that." Don was honest
"How are we going to tell if this is the driver, or a accomplice?" Clora whispered back.
"We need to tie this goon up, then I'll slip around back and come up to the pickup from the driver's side. Help me move his feet so we can close the door." Don nudged the door closed as far as he could.
The heap on the floor didn't move or emit a single sound. Don looked for something to use to tie. The closest thing at hand, was a curtain tieback.
"Bind his feet and his one good arm behind him. He won't do much with his broken arm." Clora counselled. Her gun never wavered, and only then she remembered her little pistol was inoperable . That made her knees weak. and she had to sit down. "Oh boy," Clora said to the dark of the night.
Clora heard Don go out the kitchen door. After what seemed like an hour's worth of time, the pickup lights came on and the vehicle moved toward the apartment.
""Let's show that someone is home by turning off one of the lights. That should give him a predicament," Clora chuckled as Don turned off the livingroom light, and her hand went to her pocket for her gun.
The vehicle lights stayed stationary, and then. slowly tuned toward the apartment, casting harsh, bright light unto the front room.
Both Don and Clora stood in the shadows beside the door, waiting for the driver to make a move. Slowly, the pickup reversed, and then pulled out of the parking area and turned off it's lights.
"So he wants to play cat and mouse," Don remarked, "well two of us can play the game also. The pickup was sitting at the edge of the road., no lights or taillights and it's running motor barely auduble.
"Now that's a strange combination, good for sneaking around when you don't want to be discovered." Don whispered.
The knock on the door startled them. Who was that and how did he defy detection to get that close. The next thing that happened, the door knob started to turn, and the door soundlessly opened.
The dark figure slowly pushed the door with a drawn pistol. Don let him get most of his figure inside the room, and then he hit the outstretched arm with a piece of split stovewood, triangle side down. The bone snap was so loud, it was deafening in the silence.
The scream was louder. Don swung the wood chunk at the back of the man's head, and there was a sickening thud, when he connected. There was a whoosh when the man went down in a heap.
"Shhh," Clora commanded, "is that pickup still running?"
Don with his younger ears listened. "Yes, it's still there."
"Do you have a weapon with IR?"
"No, unfortunately not. I'm not high enough on the totem pole for specific gear like that." Don was honest
"How are we going to tell if this is the driver, or a accomplice?" Clora whispered back.
"We need to tie this goon up, then I'll slip around back and come up to the pickup from the driver's side. Help me move his feet so we can close the door." Don nudged the door closed as far as he could.
The heap on the floor didn't move or emit a single sound. Don looked for something to use to tie. The closest thing at hand, was a curtain tieback.
"Bind his feet and his one good arm behind him. He won't do much with his broken arm." Clora counselled. Her gun never wavered, and only then she remembered her little pistol was inoperable . That made her knees weak. and she had to sit down. "Oh boy," Clora said to the dark of the night.
Clora heard Don go out the kitchen door. After what seemed like an hour's worth of time, the pickup lights came on and the vehicle moved toward the apartment.
223shootersc
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Don done went two for two tonight! Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
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Very good, one down. Thank you Pac.