Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings

larry_minn

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Glad he is out. I had a dive buddy (just paired off before dive) penetrate a cargo ship wreck we had not planned. When he did not come out, no longer bubbles. I went in with only one light. He of course was ticked I had not loaned it to him. I carried @40’ of yellow cord in my BC vest pocket. Not going to tell him that.
 

PacNorWest

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#595

Rennie, Toby and Tom had a chat between visits of the lawyer's clients, Tom wasn't impressed with the big house and the supposed importance of his new employers; he was a down to earth man, and if they wanted his help, there were ground rules.

It didn't take Tom, very long to point out that Toby and Rennie were plain foolish with their fancy airs; what he Tom thought they should do to lose the entitlement attitude and if they needed any further advise, he was willing to help them out..

When Tom went back to the kitchen, Toby and Rennie had a heart to heart and decided Tom was correct. The big fancy mansion had them acting like they were entitled nobility, when instead they were good hard working people that had momentarily lost their way.

"Has he always been this way?" Rennie asked, as they prepared for the next session of clients.

Toby was nodding yes. "Maybe a little more outspoken than usual, but he's been a good friend that has seen many, many gallons of water flow under the bridge. I'm going out right now and offer Donny an increase in wages, I'm ashamed of myself for the cheap way I was treating him. Both Donny and Tom." Toby went out the back door, as Tom left by the front door to go pickup the children from school.

Rennie would have done some more soul searching, but her client was driving in.


Gary got himself presentable and prepared to go calling on his lady friend. If nothing else, he intended to buy an hour of her time, ... so she would have to listen to him.

Driving all the way in to Ms. Breezy's house, he found she wasn't home. Gary was of the opinion that it was down right rude that she was gone. It didn't seem to make any difference to the half hour he sat waiting, she didn't show.

Since he was in town, he drove over to Toby's, over the top ostentatious display of a house, searching for Donny. Donny was trimming trees, working the branches off that prevented them from mowing close to the trunks. Several times he had to shoot snakes that wiggled out of the tall over grown grass and brush.

"This is like a jungle, I expect to find lions and tigers at any moment," he told Gary as the man walked close. "So what's happening?"

"There's a thick wad of papers come for you at the house. I figured you were coming out for supper, so I didn't bring them with me."

"Right on, the grub's pretty thin around here; although Toby was just out here and raised my wages by a couple of bucks an hour. I prit near fell over, I was so surprised." Donny stopped to closely examine his duded up brother. "Good grief, what'er you doing in town in the middle of the afternoon? You even smell like you've been into Dad's aftershave."

"I have been, what's it too ya." Gary was a little defensive.

"I'm telling you, you'd better get some of your own; he's real touchy about us kids messin with what he considers his personal stash. Ma likes it if he's wearing it, so he's normally not in a sharing mood." Donny smiled as he warned Gary.

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't find my lady home, so I can go looking for some. It'll pass the time away." Gary rocked back on his heels and shoved his hands in his pockets. "This chasing after women is exhausting work." his opinion struck Donny as funny, and he laughed.

"I can see where you would think that way, so how come you didn't call her and ask if she was gonna be home? That's kinda girlfriend 101. Most of the time they like to know yer coming, so's they can be ready. They look nice all the time, but if they like ya, they want to be extra ready. It really pays if ya compliment them on something, like pretty hair or nice dress. You know, the mushy stuff." Donny felt like some kind of advise columnist, for clueless older brothers.

"Yeah, thanks, I'll remember that," Gary offered a smile. "Well I'm off to find some foo foo that smells good and manly, you be sure and have fun."

"You too," Donny called out, as he went back to work.
 

RememberGoliad

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"Yeah, thanks, I'll remember that," Gary offered a smile. "Well I'm off to find some foo foo that smells good and manly, you be sure and have fun."

While he's hunting up good-smellum for himself, Gary might oughtta grab Dad a fresh bottle of what he was using, if he can find it. Dads know when their stuff's been messed with, and owning up to it and presenting him with replacement will really be a feather in Gary's cap.

Thank you PAC!
 

PacNorWest

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#596

Gary got his shopping done, and used a little more aftershave, just to be sure. He waited most impatiently in her driveway, for the sweet and charming Ms. Breezy to get herself home.

Breezy, when she pulled into her driveway and Gary was there in all his shining glory, said a few cuss words under her breath. Breezy had been to the gym. She was hot, sweaty, stinky and so tired her eyelashes hurt with the effort to stay open.

What was grinning at her as he exited his Jeep, was precisely the reason she had to use a tornado of exercise to forget. Right then and there Breezy figured she had the rottenest of luck, not much else could go wrong. She was wrong.

Breezy got out of her car and tried to edge around, staying out of smelling range. She had sweat hard, and wanted a shower; not the parring and cat and mouse with the very man she had tried to sweat out of her system. And her hair, Breezy didn't want to consider what her sweat drippy, matted hair looked like. She sighed hard.

"Gary, how nice to see you. I didn't realize you were coming to town, you should have let me know." Breezy called over her shoulder, as she tried to make for the back door. She fumbled with her keys, almost in a panic to get in before Gary got close.

"Here, let me help you," a large masculine hand closed over hers, and guided the key into the lock. Breezy felt her hand rotate as Gary turned the key to open the door.

He was so close she could feel the heat of him and smell his aftershave. The door unlocked and they both stood there.

"I think you can go in now," Gary said from behind her; so close he couldn't help but notice she was sweaty stinky.

She cleared her throat, and still managed to croak out a "thank you, will you come in?"

"I would like that," Gary promised, "do you have anything in your car that needs to come in, I'll get it if you do."

"No, just my gym bag, I can get it later." Breezy tried to assure him she could handle the small chore later.

"Ok, lead the way."

Breezy started in the utility room, turning around to stare in mortifying dismay at the wildly colored ladies' unmentionables hanging from the clothesline that ran across the walkway where Gary would have to duck under, to walk up the three steps into the kitchen.

Breezy squared her shoulders, walked in the kitchen and desperately needed a drink of water.

Gary followed, smirking when Breezy had her back to him. The instant she turned around, he wiped the amusement from his face and acted proper and gentlemanly. Gary was thinking WOW, I've never seen a leopard print underthing in neon green. I wonder when they started making those.

The kitchen was clean and mostly white with red splashes of color here and there. It didn't look very homey to Gary, it looked industrial and impersonal, and he couldn't think of how you could make tasty food in such an atmosphere.

"There's sweet tea and soda in the fridge, help yourself. I've got to take a shower and I don't want company." Briskly, the Ms. Breezy announced her intentions and left the kitchen in a hurry.

Gary was amused, he really hadn't intended on helping her in any manner, but it was something to think on.
 

PacNorWest

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#597

Two deer in the packages and canned pints in the pantry. Got a doe hanging, but that's for Thursday. I am so blessed to have filled all three of my tags. I've got it figured out that 'they' let me have the first three to fill my tags, they I can stay home and butcher. I might have to 'assess' a fee of several pounds of meat to pay for my processing fee. Or more, ... I'm expensive!!



Gary puttered around the kitchen, opening cupboard doors, looking for a glass. Sweet tea sounded good, if he didn't have to resort to drinking out of the pitcher. That was always a last resort, if nothing else could be found.

Gary was opening the last door when a nasty, snarling voice asked him "just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Ernie the law clerk just woke up to the fact that Ms. Breezy had company.

"Looking for a glass, Breezy said there was sweet tea in the fridge." Gary was calm and didn't even bother to turn around.

"Oh, she did, did she? She's at the gym." Ernie wasn't budging an inch.

"No, she's not. Breezy is in the shower. I followed her in the back door just a few minutes ago. Who are you?"

"I'm Ernie the law clerk, not that it's any of your business." The man snarled when it appeared he couldn't bluff that hulking visitor.

Upon hearing the man's name, Gary did turn around to appraise the mealy mouthed snake that seemed to be the mastermind of the two hapless goons that he had to shoot.

What he saw didn't impress Gary very much. Short and thin, the law clerk looked about as mean and evil as a Yorkie pup. An ankle biter, for sure. But, a biter that was nasty enough to hatch a robbery scheme and keep himself out of the spotlight. Especially when the two that were to do the robbing, paid with their life.

Gary chuckled a little. He wondered what the man would do if he knew that Gary was responsible for killing his accomplices'. "Would you like a glass for some tea?" he asked, just to be a little bit ornery himself.

"No, I would not. I asked you what you are doing here? You look like the picture Ms. Breezy had of that Ben fellow she has been chasing. What's your name?"

"Gary Linderman, you said your name was Ernie? Well, pleased to meet you Ernie. Do you work here for Breezy full time?"

It didn't escape Ernie's attention that Gary dropped the Ms. and used the more familiar first name as a way to establish dominance. He smirked to himself, using his knowledge of Breezy and her habits to dismiss the bumpkin as no one Breezy would be interested in. Yet, the man was here in the kitchen, so he needed getting rid of.




Mark sheltered inside the cave opening, he was cold, wet, but living and out of the danger he had been in. As long as he stayed out of the wind, he could tolerate his situation. Or he hoped he could. Mark said a prayer of thanks, understanding the storm was the only thing keeping the pilot from leaving. He sure hoped Clora didn't have to pull her little gun on the man, he might think she was kidding, until she had to shoot him.
 

larry_minn

Contributing Member
It is unfortunate when you have to “shoot someone a little” just so they realize you are serious. Thankfully nobody has ever required a demonstration. Today I would demand $.50 first. “To pay for the bullet” or $20 to pay for my expert attention in dealing with bullet hole.
 

PacNorWest

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#598

"Well, on second thought, I will have a glass of tea; and I intend that we both sit right here in the kitchen." Ernie issued his orders and Gary didn't care much for his tone of voice, but reached up on the second shelf for the next glass.

As he reached, the corner of his vest hiked up and the butt of the Ruger 45 Vaquaro showed under the black leather.

Ernie blanched white, did this dude from the place where he had sent his two goon friends know about their, or his intentions?

The big lug wasn't acting mean and vengeful, but it was difficult to tell what he was thinking. Several times Ernie had turned around to find to find that dude staring at him with a dark, half lidded stare. It gave him the shivers, maybe the guy really did know he had sent the two idiots to ambush Breezy. Ernie wasn't sure how he could know, but stranger things had happened; and with the two idiots doing idiot things with their mouth's, who could be sure.

Gary was having a good time. He was practicing, using Mark's half lidded stare to make Ernie extremely nervous. And lo and behold, it was working.

Gary had heard enough from the two goons to know Ernie was involved in the plot right up to his ears. But, he had a dilemma. There wasn't much he could say without implicating himself in their murders. Gary was thinking hard about possible ways to inform Breezy, that she would accept and understand. She was so darn independent, unwilling to bend much without good solid reasons. He wasn't sure how and what to do.
 

PacNorWest

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#599

Mark spent a very cold miserable night. In fact it reminded him so much of his early days stay in the goat pen, a half a world away. Mark wouldn't have been surprised to hear a goat bleat; but he sure wasn't anxious for it.

Clora sat in the cramped copter seat with her hand in her pocket. rubbing the little 38 handle. Contact with her means of persuasion, left her with a solid feeling. Mr Pilot wasn't going anywhere, no matter what he might think he was in charge of. Mark was paying for the man's expertise, so as far as Clora was concerned, he was calling the shots. and they were there until Mark returned.
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The waterfall that had cascaded over the rim of the valley was nothing but a pencil sized dribble of water; and not enough to knock the mud and stinky goo off Mark. He stomped around as he started down the valley toward the copter. The backpack was cold and wet heavy against his back. Mark was thinking he was foolish, the Rhodium wasn't all that necessary to the clan's immediate survival; but he wanted it. And for now, that was all the reason he needed.

The pilot excused himself to walk a ways behind the copter to take care of personal business. When he got back to the machine, he was nervous and jumpy acting.

" I'm ready to leave, your husband has an hour to get back here, I ain't waiting any longer than that. There's somethin spooky about this place, I don't like it here." the pilot was strongly assertive on his demand,

"I believe he'll be here," Clora mildly rebutted the man's tone.




Donny worked hard during the morning, until the noon day heat and humidity washed the starch out of his work ethic. He had cleaned up most of his mess, so he took a breather as he went to get the riding lawn mower. Inching through the tall grass, he trimmed around the trees, vastly improving the looks of the estate grounds.

Donny's internal noon whistle was sounding as he made his way to the back kitchen where the family took their meals. Tom was busy stirring something good smelling, and he looked up to give Donny a welcome smile.

"Come on in. Wash up and get ready to have pure ambrosia. I made beans and ham with cornbread. Oh my, shes lip smacking good." Tom was practically dancing around the kitchen with excitement.

Donny had to laugh and tell Tom to fill his bowl to the top, he liked beans and ham.
 

PacNorWest

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#600

The more Gary watched the nervous law clerk, and listened to the man babble, the more he was convinced the man was a danger. Sitting there making inconsequential chit chat with Ernie, Gary watched the man until Ernie was fairly jittering up and down in the chair.

From far back in the bedroom wing of the house, Breezy could hear Gary's deep, smooth voice asking questions of Ernie. Ernie's replies, she couldn't hear, his voice was so squeaky and thin.

When she really stopped to listen to Gary's questions, she had to frown. Why was he asking Ernie such pointed inquiries. Breezy had actually forgotten that Ernie was still in the house; she tended to forget and overlook his presence most of the time, except when she was annoyed with his sneaky ways.

Gary was grilling Ernie with a smooth hypnotic way, much as a good lawyer such as herself would do. Lulled by the calm and folksy manner, Ernie was spilling a great deal of his shady history. A history more lurid than Breezy knew about.

Gary could hear Breezy moving about in the hallway, noting that she had stopped to listen to what the kitchen conversation was about. Gary kept asking questions, and Ernie answered, digging his nefarious intentions in deeper with every reply.

Breezy was shocked that Ernie had such a low opinion of herself, his answers revealing a sneering contempt for her and her beloved law practice. As Gary continued his skillful interrogation, Breezy came to understand that Ernie was not only dangerous to her, but a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Ernie had larceny in his heart, and cared little about the destruction he might cause, only that he fulfill, the scheme he hatched to relieve Breezy of the money he suspected she had hidden in the monstrous safe.

Breezy's analytical mind came up with the next obvious question. How did Gary, know to conduct the line of questioning he was using? Obviously, there was a deep undercurrent was going on; one that wasn't apparent superficially.

Breezy eased down the hall, avoiding the place where the floorboards squeaked; until she was almost to the kitchen. Hiding herself behind the door, Breezy waited with uneasy anticipation as to where Gary would go next with his intense questioning.

Ernie acted like he was in a hypotonic state, as Gary asked about what friends the man had. As Gary chatted pleasantly, Ernie spilled that he had few friends, but often hired a duo to work for him, especially when he was swamped with law clerk work.

Gary nodded and continued asking questions, until he asked for a physical description of the men Ernie often hired.

The light snapped on and Ernie jerked out of his trance. "What you askin about that for? Who gave you the right to ask such a thing? My friends are my friends, and ain't none of your business."

"Oh, I was just asking if the pair might do some heavy, physical work that my brother needs done,." Gary soothed.

"Your a big strong ox looking fellow, how come you don't do it?" Ernie sniped with a snotty tone.

"Old war injury," Gary calmly announced, "you know how they are."

No, Ernie didn't know how old war injuries were, but he wasn't going to admit that to the lumbering ox.

Breezy had picked up on the fact that Gary had an important, underlying reason, or reasons for the line of questioning je was using; but the moment had been destroyed, so she frlt free to walk into the kitchen.

Ernie was about ready to order the big ox out of the house, when Breezy carefully made noise to announce her entrance. It was very plain to Gary and Breezy that Ernie didn't like turning the moment over to Breezy, as he was scowling and quite sharp in his tone. "You could have told me that we had a visitor," he accused his boss. "I almost shot the guy for breaking and entering."

"No worry." Gary spoke up in an amused way. "I'd have shot back."
 
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