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Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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sssarawolf
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Lol, good I hope it changes someone's life around. Thank you Pac.
feralferret
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Pac, thanks!
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#743
Mercy Rose went up to visit with her grandparents. Rosie was sitting close to Bub's bed, holding his hand. Her soundless words in prayer, for her sleeping husband.
Bub looked old, tired and worried with life problems."
"How's grandad?" MR whispered, smiling sadly at the thin, blanket covered form.
"He's havin a powerful spell of heart pain, it ain't good Mercy Rose. Iffen you want to talk to him, you'd better stay and take the next opportunity. He's mighty sick.
"I'll stay," MR promised. "Gran, have you been to the bathroom, are you hungry?"
"I don't rightly know where the bathroom is." Rosie whispered back.
"Right here in the room," MR opened the door and turned on the light. "I'll be right here by granddad."
"Won't be but a minute," Rosie promised, as she skittered to the room and shut the door.
Mercy Rose sat in the chair and picked up her dear grandfather's hand. Softy speaking, she prayed aloud, asking for divine intervention for a man that had loved Him for all of his life. "Thy will be done," she repeated over and over.
"That was just plumb fine," Rosie placed her hand on MR's shoulder. "Bub and me always knew you had the love of the Lord in yer heart."
MR stood up and hugged her grandmother. The old lady was thin and frail, bones sticking out all over.
"Grandma, I'm going down to the cafeteria and get some soup. Both of us need to eat. We can't help granddad if we're sick." Rosie looked doubtful, but nodded Ok.
The small cafeteria was preparing to close ,but Marjean gent MR upstairs with a tray full of food. "Hoggis is here, waiting to walk me home. Let me call him and he'll carry the tray for you." Marjean could see that MR was as weak as a new kitten.
Hoggis loped into the room, expecting that his sweetie had finished her work and was ready to leave. He skidded to a stop, almost leaving black skid marks in the polished linoleum floor.
"Easy Hoggis," Marjean purred at him. "Would you please take this tray up for MR and her Grandma. MR has a bad shoulder and can't carry it."
Marjean smiled at him so sweetly, that Hoggis would have done anything she asked. "I'll be ready to leave when you get back." was the magic promise."
That spurred Hoggis into action. He was down the hall and holding the elevator door with his foot, by the time MR said thankyou to Marjean.
"You'd better hurry," Marjean urged, "he's hard to contain when he's in a hurry."
MR tried to pay for the food, but her former school mate waved her away. "Make sure your grandma eats; the last time I saw her, she needed a good meal."
MR smiled, nodded and said thank you, and hurried to catch up with Hoggis..
Hoggis was big, solid and very careful with the entrusted food. "Yer granddad ailing," he asked to make polite conversation.
"Yes," Mercy Rose said pertly, "it's Tyson and his extortion scheme that has given Granddad a heart attack. I sure hope you don't get caught up in Tysons doings, Clayton did and almost got shot. As it was, he got off with a broken arm."
"No," Hoggis backed himself into a corner of the slowly rising elevator. "I ain't holdin with Tyson and his doing. I quit when the bear got shot. I sure did think a powerful lot about that bear. I hated to see him die."
"I won't say anything to anyone," Mercy promised, "if you get away and stay away from Tyson. I don't think Marjean would like to be seen keeping company with a person with such a bad reputation." MR rubbed it in hard. She liked Hoggis well enough to put a fear into him, hopefully it would work.
Hoggis put the tray down and broke into a trot to get away; when they got to Bub's room.
Mercy Rose went up to visit with her grandparents. Rosie was sitting close to Bub's bed, holding his hand. Her soundless words in prayer, for her sleeping husband.
Bub looked old, tired and worried with life problems."
"How's grandad?" MR whispered, smiling sadly at the thin, blanket covered form.
"He's havin a powerful spell of heart pain, it ain't good Mercy Rose. Iffen you want to talk to him, you'd better stay and take the next opportunity. He's mighty sick.
"I'll stay," MR promised. "Gran, have you been to the bathroom, are you hungry?"
"I don't rightly know where the bathroom is." Rosie whispered back.
"Right here in the room," MR opened the door and turned on the light. "I'll be right here by granddad."
"Won't be but a minute," Rosie promised, as she skittered to the room and shut the door.
Mercy Rose sat in the chair and picked up her dear grandfather's hand. Softy speaking, she prayed aloud, asking for divine intervention for a man that had loved Him for all of his life. "Thy will be done," she repeated over and over.
"That was just plumb fine," Rosie placed her hand on MR's shoulder. "Bub and me always knew you had the love of the Lord in yer heart."
MR stood up and hugged her grandmother. The old lady was thin and frail, bones sticking out all over.
"Grandma, I'm going down to the cafeteria and get some soup. Both of us need to eat. We can't help granddad if we're sick." Rosie looked doubtful, but nodded Ok.
The small cafeteria was preparing to close ,but Marjean gent MR upstairs with a tray full of food. "Hoggis is here, waiting to walk me home. Let me call him and he'll carry the tray for you." Marjean could see that MR was as weak as a new kitten.
Hoggis loped into the room, expecting that his sweetie had finished her work and was ready to leave. He skidded to a stop, almost leaving black skid marks in the polished linoleum floor.
"Easy Hoggis," Marjean purred at him. "Would you please take this tray up for MR and her Grandma. MR has a bad shoulder and can't carry it."
Marjean smiled at him so sweetly, that Hoggis would have done anything she asked. "I'll be ready to leave when you get back." was the magic promise."
That spurred Hoggis into action. He was down the hall and holding the elevator door with his foot, by the time MR said thankyou to Marjean.
"You'd better hurry," Marjean urged, "he's hard to contain when he's in a hurry."
MR tried to pay for the food, but her former school mate waved her away. "Make sure your grandma eats; the last time I saw her, she needed a good meal."
MR smiled, nodded and said thank you, and hurried to catch up with Hoggis..
Hoggis was big, solid and very careful with the entrusted food. "Yer granddad ailing," he asked to make polite conversation.
"Yes," Mercy Rose said pertly, "it's Tyson and his extortion scheme that has given Granddad a heart attack. I sure hope you don't get caught up in Tysons doings, Clayton did and almost got shot. As it was, he got off with a broken arm."
"No," Hoggis backed himself into a corner of the slowly rising elevator. "I ain't holdin with Tyson and his doing. I quit when the bear got shot. I sure did think a powerful lot about that bear. I hated to see him die."
"I won't say anything to anyone," Mercy promised, "if you get away and stay away from Tyson. I don't think Marjean would like to be seen keeping company with a person with such a bad reputation." MR rubbed it in hard. She liked Hoggis well enough to put a fear into him, hopefully it would work.
Hoggis put the tray down and broke into a trot to get away; when they got to Bub's room.
feralferret
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Thanks, Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
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Thanks a lot Pac. Hoggis can't get away form some folks fast enough lol.
PacNorWest
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#74
Hoggis raced down the stairs, rather than take the pokey slow elevator. Marjean was just turning off the lights, and Hoggis cleared his throat and nervously tried to get Marjean to sit in the dark and listen to his terrible tale of confession.
Marjean said, "hold on, I need to call my mom and let her know I'll be delayed. Hoggis, I'm willing to listen to anything you want to say, so go ahead."
Hoggis had to clear his throat at least seven times, before he gathered the courage to begin his tale of woe. He was a pitiful wreck when he finally finished his deep confession."
"Hoggis," Marjean took his ice cold hand between her warm ones. "I have been aware of what you, Clayton and Tyson have been doing. In fact, when we reached my house tonight; I was going to tell you I couldn't see you anymore, because of the terrible things you men were doing. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to hear you say that you are no longer associated with Tyson."
Hoggis took a big gulp of air and tried to speak, it came out as a squeak. At that moment, his phone started to ring. In a surprise move, Marjean took the ohone from his hand and glanced at the caller. She hit a couple of buttons and handed the instrument back to Hoggis.
"That was Tyson; I blocked calls and texts from him. Hoggis, you have to choose between me or Tyson."
"Marjean, I think a powerful bunch on you. I don't care if I ever talk to Tyson again." Hoggis could barely whisper he was so nervous and tied up in knots.
"Oh Hoggis, that was just the right thing to say; I think we should go steady," Marjean grabbed his hand again and leaned over the table to kiss Hoggis on the cheek.
"You do?" he squeaked once again; "I mean you do?" he marshalled up all his male confidence and spoke in his deep voice.
"Yes I do," Marjean giggled, "You are so handsome and such a worthwhile person, I will be proud to be your girlfriend."
As they walked out of the darkened room, Hoggis felt ten feet tall.
Back at the motel, Don finished the meal that Clora had intended for them all. "?"Honest to Pete kid, where are you putting all that food?" Mark was a little crabby watching his supper stuffed into Don.
"Don't forget, I've been at Tesses for three weeks and she kept us all starved. I finally told her I was going to call CPS if she didn't start feeding her kids. That was a disgrace the way she ignored them. I guess I finally got through to her by calling Woody and telling him I was leaving. There was no sense to the way she was carrying on. She was blubbering about someone intending to kill you and Ma, if she didn't knuckle under and do what she was told to do. A disgrace, it is." Don got up for a drink of water. "I believe it was Wyatt that was bedeviling her."
Mark nodded, "I'm certainly glad you finally got around to saying something," he censured. "It's nice to know when your a target,"
"Listen," Don was a little steamed, "I sure didn't get any notice of where you and Ma where, so don't be acting like I'm the bad guy."
Mark was taken aback; he didn't think any of his children had ever spoken to him in that tone. "Your right," he said slowly, "I guess we all are at fault."
"I've been sore about Tess, and I blame her for setting the whole family on edge. She doesn't act like she's in her right mind."
Clora was listening, as she rolled biscuits and stirred gravy. Don was drinking another glass of water and hanging over the stove, acting like he was still hungry.
"No deal, Dad and I get to eat and you can have what's left." Clora was firm, Don's appetite was rapidly getting out of hand.
"Tomorrow, I want to ride to town, we need to replace the food we have eaten. This is really a poor household." Clora said between bites.
"Most of the food here, was what MR bought to bring up here. She wouldn't let me buy any," Don reported. "A guy by the name of Tyson has been holding the old couple in an extortion scheme. Either they pay money or he comes at night and trashes the cars of any customers. He used a bear, to make it seem like a force of nature, but when I heard the stinkin bear, I opened the cabin door and killed it. That's what has advanced this problem to this point. They fired on us this afternoon, and that's when Bub started having heart trouble."
"Then we need to do a watch tonight, do you want first or last watch?"
"I want the use of IR," Don said without hesitation. "There's no outside light around here, and it's too damm dark." Don got up and forked several biscuits on his plate and ladled several scoops of gravy. He had noticed Ma slowing down eating, so he felt safe in eyeing her share.
"No more, until I'm full, you've already had a gallon of beans and a pan of cornbread," Mark complained.
Gary, Milo and Toby were conferring. "Where the heck are Ma and Dad now. There's some guy wanting to talk to them about a barn; and why the heck did they give my number as a second notification."
Hoggis raced down the stairs, rather than take the pokey slow elevator. Marjean was just turning off the lights, and Hoggis cleared his throat and nervously tried to get Marjean to sit in the dark and listen to his terrible tale of confession.
Marjean said, "hold on, I need to call my mom and let her know I'll be delayed. Hoggis, I'm willing to listen to anything you want to say, so go ahead."
Hoggis had to clear his throat at least seven times, before he gathered the courage to begin his tale of woe. He was a pitiful wreck when he finally finished his deep confession."
"Hoggis," Marjean took his ice cold hand between her warm ones. "I have been aware of what you, Clayton and Tyson have been doing. In fact, when we reached my house tonight; I was going to tell you I couldn't see you anymore, because of the terrible things you men were doing. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to hear you say that you are no longer associated with Tyson."
Hoggis took a big gulp of air and tried to speak, it came out as a squeak. At that moment, his phone started to ring. In a surprise move, Marjean took the ohone from his hand and glanced at the caller. She hit a couple of buttons and handed the instrument back to Hoggis.
"That was Tyson; I blocked calls and texts from him. Hoggis, you have to choose between me or Tyson."
"Marjean, I think a powerful bunch on you. I don't care if I ever talk to Tyson again." Hoggis could barely whisper he was so nervous and tied up in knots.
"Oh Hoggis, that was just the right thing to say; I think we should go steady," Marjean grabbed his hand again and leaned over the table to kiss Hoggis on the cheek.
"You do?" he squeaked once again; "I mean you do?" he marshalled up all his male confidence and spoke in his deep voice.
"Yes I do," Marjean giggled, "You are so handsome and such a worthwhile person, I will be proud to be your girlfriend."
As they walked out of the darkened room, Hoggis felt ten feet tall.
Back at the motel, Don finished the meal that Clora had intended for them all. "?"Honest to Pete kid, where are you putting all that food?" Mark was a little crabby watching his supper stuffed into Don.
"Don't forget, I've been at Tesses for three weeks and she kept us all starved. I finally told her I was going to call CPS if she didn't start feeding her kids. That was a disgrace the way she ignored them. I guess I finally got through to her by calling Woody and telling him I was leaving. There was no sense to the way she was carrying on. She was blubbering about someone intending to kill you and Ma, if she didn't knuckle under and do what she was told to do. A disgrace, it is." Don got up for a drink of water. "I believe it was Wyatt that was bedeviling her."
Mark nodded, "I'm certainly glad you finally got around to saying something," he censured. "It's nice to know when your a target,"
"Listen," Don was a little steamed, "I sure didn't get any notice of where you and Ma where, so don't be acting like I'm the bad guy."
Mark was taken aback; he didn't think any of his children had ever spoken to him in that tone. "Your right," he said slowly, "I guess we all are at fault."
"I've been sore about Tess, and I blame her for setting the whole family on edge. She doesn't act like she's in her right mind."
Clora was listening, as she rolled biscuits and stirred gravy. Don was drinking another glass of water and hanging over the stove, acting like he was still hungry.
"No deal, Dad and I get to eat and you can have what's left." Clora was firm, Don's appetite was rapidly getting out of hand.
"Tomorrow, I want to ride to town, we need to replace the food we have eaten. This is really a poor household." Clora said between bites.
"Most of the food here, was what MR bought to bring up here. She wouldn't let me buy any," Don reported. "A guy by the name of Tyson has been holding the old couple in an extortion scheme. Either they pay money or he comes at night and trashes the cars of any customers. He used a bear, to make it seem like a force of nature, but when I heard the stinkin bear, I opened the cabin door and killed it. That's what has advanced this problem to this point. They fired on us this afternoon, and that's when Bub started having heart trouble."
"Then we need to do a watch tonight, do you want first or last watch?"
"I want the use of IR," Don said without hesitation. "There's no outside light around here, and it's too damm dark." Don got up and forked several biscuits on his plate and ladled several scoops of gravy. He had noticed Ma slowing down eating, so he felt safe in eyeing her share.
"No more, until I'm full, you've already had a gallon of beans and a pan of cornbread," Mark complained.
Gary, Milo and Toby were conferring. "Where the heck are Ma and Dad now. There's some guy wanting to talk to them about a barn; and why the heck did they give my number as a second notification."
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
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Big thank you, nice to come home to another chapter 
feralferret
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Pac, thanks!
PacNorWest
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#745
Tyson tried to get ahold of Clayton with no luck, and then tried Hoggis. The phone rang two times and then went silent. Tyson felt like throwing his phone on the ground, and then he remembered the phone consultant had replaced his phone and warned that there was no more replacement chances.
Tyson pursed his lips. Clayton had reported that the tall skinny guy staying at Bub's had shot back, when Clayton peppered the cabin. That wasn't supposed to happen. Now, where the heck Clayton was, was a mystery.
Tyson had gone the back road above Bub's and just at dusk, Clayton's pickup was still parked there. There was a white van and a RV trailer, and lights on in the house. So, by brilliant deduction, someone was there.
Tyson drove back in the woods with his lights off. He was gonna walk down to the meadow, and skirt around and maybe do some window peekin, to see what was happening. He felt no remorse for squeezing the old people, there weren't many businesses in the area, and he was having trouble keeping the revenue up to the point he desired.
Mercy Rose might be his cousin, but she had no business dragging a low-lander into the family business. Clayton had said the guy was right handy with a rifle; and the loss of his bear flamed through the mountain extortionest's fiber.
He had put a lot of time and effort into catching, training that bear; it had been a fool proof method of securing money. Then POOF, the bear was dead and his henchmen were not answering their phones.
Tyson kicked at a stump in a fit of anger, it just wasn't fair. He had a good thing going, and now it was in grave danger of falling apart. He was as angry as he could ever remember being angry.
When he kicked at the stump, he lost his balance and tripped over a root; falling to his knees in the wet brush. The temperature was falling, and it started to rain and half of it was slushy snow.
Tyson suddenly figured he'd better not walk and leave tracks in the snow that was rapidly falling. Spitting a stream of chew at the ground, he turned around and walked back to his pickup. The heater felt good after the wetting he got.
Bub lived through the night; Rosie and Mercy Rose sleeping fitfully in chairs in the room. Rosie had trouble eating even half her soup, she was far to upset. The heaviness of what the future would bring, weighing like a solid lump on her heart.
Tyson tried to get ahold of Clayton with no luck, and then tried Hoggis. The phone rang two times and then went silent. Tyson felt like throwing his phone on the ground, and then he remembered the phone consultant had replaced his phone and warned that there was no more replacement chances.
Tyson pursed his lips. Clayton had reported that the tall skinny guy staying at Bub's had shot back, when Clayton peppered the cabin. That wasn't supposed to happen. Now, where the heck Clayton was, was a mystery.
Tyson had gone the back road above Bub's and just at dusk, Clayton's pickup was still parked there. There was a white van and a RV trailer, and lights on in the house. So, by brilliant deduction, someone was there.
Tyson drove back in the woods with his lights off. He was gonna walk down to the meadow, and skirt around and maybe do some window peekin, to see what was happening. He felt no remorse for squeezing the old people, there weren't many businesses in the area, and he was having trouble keeping the revenue up to the point he desired.
Mercy Rose might be his cousin, but she had no business dragging a low-lander into the family business. Clayton had said the guy was right handy with a rifle; and the loss of his bear flamed through the mountain extortionest's fiber.
He had put a lot of time and effort into catching, training that bear; it had been a fool proof method of securing money. Then POOF, the bear was dead and his henchmen were not answering their phones.
Tyson kicked at a stump in a fit of anger, it just wasn't fair. He had a good thing going, and now it was in grave danger of falling apart. He was as angry as he could ever remember being angry.
When he kicked at the stump, he lost his balance and tripped over a root; falling to his knees in the wet brush. The temperature was falling, and it started to rain and half of it was slushy snow.
Tyson suddenly figured he'd better not walk and leave tracks in the snow that was rapidly falling. Spitting a stream of chew at the ground, he turned around and walked back to his pickup. The heater felt good after the wetting he got.
Bub lived through the night; Rosie and Mercy Rose sleeping fitfully in chairs in the room. Rosie had trouble eating even half her soup, she was far to upset. The heaviness of what the future would bring, weighing like a solid lump on her heart.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
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Lovely, I hope Tyson catches a cold. Thank you.
feralferret
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Pac, thank you!
PacNorWest
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Folks,
I had some of my stitches out today and I don't feel to whoopie. Be back tomorrow.
I had some of my stitches out today and I don't feel to whoopie. Be back tomorrow.
feralferret
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Pac, do what you need to do to take care of yourself. Your readers will still be here when you feel better.
223shootersc
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Get well soon, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#746
The doctor said ha-ha, I've never yet lost a patient removing the stitches. He doesn't know how close he came to dying.
Clayton was growing a real hatred for Skeeter. The man was taking his office entirely to seriously by keeping him cuffed, and not prioritizing medical care for him. The ER room had emptied, the rooms had been cleaned and still there was no care for Clayton.
Finally, Skeeter showed up, chewing on a toothpick. Clayton was livid. "You dirty, lowdown excuse, you went to supper and left me chained here." he was yelling.
Skeeter gave his prisoner a long, hard look and turned around and went back out the door. He returned a half hour later, and by that time, Clayton had figured out he needed to keep his mouth shut.
Doc Brighton wouldn't cast the arm. "The swelling needs to go down, before I can do that. You can go home, with a air sling, but don't use the arm."
"I'll make sure he doesn't use the arm," Skeeter promised with an air of finality. "He's going to spend at least tonight in jail."
Clayton opened his mouth to protest, and then Skeeter's scowl stopped his tirade before he got the chance to say a piece of his mind.
"I don't want to go to jail, on what charges?" Clayton snarled.
"Oh, lets start with home invasion, assault with a deadly weapon,, intimidation of a witness, too start with. Give me a few, and I'll think up a few more." Skeeter wasn't his usual smiling self, he was all business. "It's time Clayton, give me your good hand." Snap went the cuff.
The doctor said ha-ha, I've never yet lost a patient removing the stitches. He doesn't know how close he came to dying.
Clayton was growing a real hatred for Skeeter. The man was taking his office entirely to seriously by keeping him cuffed, and not prioritizing medical care for him. The ER room had emptied, the rooms had been cleaned and still there was no care for Clayton.
Finally, Skeeter showed up, chewing on a toothpick. Clayton was livid. "You dirty, lowdown excuse, you went to supper and left me chained here." he was yelling.
Skeeter gave his prisoner a long, hard look and turned around and went back out the door. He returned a half hour later, and by that time, Clayton had figured out he needed to keep his mouth shut.
Doc Brighton wouldn't cast the arm. "The swelling needs to go down, before I can do that. You can go home, with a air sling, but don't use the arm."
"I'll make sure he doesn't use the arm," Skeeter promised with an air of finality. "He's going to spend at least tonight in jail."
Clayton opened his mouth to protest, and then Skeeter's scowl stopped his tirade before he got the chance to say a piece of his mind.
"I don't want to go to jail, on what charges?" Clayton snarled.
"Oh, lets start with home invasion, assault with a deadly weapon,, intimidation of a witness, too start with. Give me a few, and I'll think up a few more." Skeeter wasn't his usual smiling self, he was all business. "It's time Clayton, give me your good hand." Snap went the cuff.
223shootersc
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Glad you are back, hope you are well! Thanks, PAc!
feralferret
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Pac, thank you. I hope that you are doing better.
sssarawolf
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You mean, gasp, consequences for his actions. Wow! Thank you Pac.
PacNorWest
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#747
"HEY! You can't lock me up without supper." Clayton was yelling as the cell door closed with a loud clang.
"Sure we can," Skeeter was still enjoying his toothpick. "Right Jobe?" he asked the city marshal, who seemed to be enjoying Clayton's predicament.
"No special privileges, " Jobe drawled. "You get two meals a day. Breakfast at 9am. and a sandwich at 4pm."
"What?" Clayton practically screamed. "You're kidding, right?"
"This is jail, not a day spa." Skeeter chuckled, "if you want all the deluxe treatment, stay clean and stay out of here."
"Don't I get to make a call? I want to make a call."
"Yeah, I suppose so, where's your phone?" Skeeter looked at Jobe for agreement. after all, this was his jail.
Clayton brightened up, and then his face fell. His phone was in his pickup. "I don't have it," he mumbled.
"Tell me the number, I'll dial on my phone and hold it up to the bars," Skeeter offered.
Clayton had to think fast. Who would he call. Yeah, he would call Hoggis, Hoggis would take his call for sure. He gave Skeeter the number and the phone rang and rang.
Hoggis was very busy; he was close to kissing Marjean, and he wasn't going to let anything interrupt such an exciting moment. The phone in Hoggis's pocket sounded loud and clear, until Marjean took the phone and took a second to block the number. Then she smiled and snuggled back into Hoggis tender embrace.
Back in the jail, Skeeter shrugged and closed his phone. "Nobody's home," he announced cheerfully. Both lawmen enjoying Clayton's discomfort.
"Can I make another call?"
"No, one's the limit. Someone may come looking for you in a couple of days, meanwhile, you'll be fine, besides you have to rest your arm." Skeeter was so kind sounding and solicitous.
Clayton made a rude noise; it was the least he could do to express his disgust. Jobe laughed, he couldn't help it.
Clayton sat down on the bunk, he was miserable and hungry. His arm really hurt, he needed some kind of pain killers for comfort. He hollered at Jobe, hoping the city man was more tolerant and obliging than Skeeter.
"That has to be issued by the doctor, I'll give him a call," Jobe replied back, and then sat down and shared a Coke with Skeeter. They talked shop, going over all the local gossip.
Skeeters radio crackled, he was needed as a car was in the ditch due to the heavy, wet snow. "Ah, work calls, have fun," he gestured toward Clayton's cell. "Don't trust him, and don't let Tyson in, That guy has no problem hurting others."
"Righto, thanks for the tip." Jobe grinned, he didn't like Tyson either.
Hoggis not only got one kiss, he got two.
"HEY! You can't lock me up without supper." Clayton was yelling as the cell door closed with a loud clang.
"Sure we can," Skeeter was still enjoying his toothpick. "Right Jobe?" he asked the city marshal, who seemed to be enjoying Clayton's predicament.
"No special privileges, " Jobe drawled. "You get two meals a day. Breakfast at 9am. and a sandwich at 4pm."
"What?" Clayton practically screamed. "You're kidding, right?"
"This is jail, not a day spa." Skeeter chuckled, "if you want all the deluxe treatment, stay clean and stay out of here."
"Don't I get to make a call? I want to make a call."
"Yeah, I suppose so, where's your phone?" Skeeter looked at Jobe for agreement. after all, this was his jail.
Clayton brightened up, and then his face fell. His phone was in his pickup. "I don't have it," he mumbled.
"Tell me the number, I'll dial on my phone and hold it up to the bars," Skeeter offered.
Clayton had to think fast. Who would he call. Yeah, he would call Hoggis, Hoggis would take his call for sure. He gave Skeeter the number and the phone rang and rang.
Hoggis was very busy; he was close to kissing Marjean, and he wasn't going to let anything interrupt such an exciting moment. The phone in Hoggis's pocket sounded loud and clear, until Marjean took the phone and took a second to block the number. Then she smiled and snuggled back into Hoggis tender embrace.
Back in the jail, Skeeter shrugged and closed his phone. "Nobody's home," he announced cheerfully. Both lawmen enjoying Clayton's discomfort.
"Can I make another call?"
"No, one's the limit. Someone may come looking for you in a couple of days, meanwhile, you'll be fine, besides you have to rest your arm." Skeeter was so kind sounding and solicitous.
Clayton made a rude noise; it was the least he could do to express his disgust. Jobe laughed, he couldn't help it.
Clayton sat down on the bunk, he was miserable and hungry. His arm really hurt, he needed some kind of pain killers for comfort. He hollered at Jobe, hoping the city man was more tolerant and obliging than Skeeter.
"That has to be issued by the doctor, I'll give him a call," Jobe replied back, and then sat down and shared a Coke with Skeeter. They talked shop, going over all the local gossip.
Skeeters radio crackled, he was needed as a car was in the ditch due to the heavy, wet snow. "Ah, work calls, have fun," he gestured toward Clayton's cell. "Don't trust him, and don't let Tyson in, That guy has no problem hurting others."
"Righto, thanks for the tip." Jobe grinned, he didn't like Tyson either.
Hoggis not only got one kiss, he got two.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Wonderful, thank you.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
