sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
More listening bugs by diff. people, whoops. Thanks Pac.
Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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#783
The unknown man checked the monitors once again. For some reason the electricity must have gone off ay the Linderman house. He was so tired. In his hopped up excitement, he had stayed awake for three days, and now his body was shutting down; despite his fight against the stupor.
He slumped in his chair, to tired to move. His eyes slowly drooped shut. He slept for four days, missing the activity in the Linderman compound. Clora finished her canning, exhausted but happy for security in the jars.
Sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, Clora happened to look at the calendar. Thanksgiving was next week; she felt as unprepared as she had ever been. It was time to make plans, call family, assign side dishes and desserts. It seemed natural that everyone come to the big house; this might be the last year for get-togethers here.
Clora fished around in her pocket for her phone, only to find the old scratched flip phone wouldn't work. Then she remembered the first day of marathon canning, that she went to lift a canner and it slopped back, wetting her front. It must have wrecked the phone. She sighed hard. One more thing that needed to be replaced.
Mark was busy in his study, he had the two distinct listening devices taken apart on the desk pad. Dooley Franklin called, he was ready to start the barn/shop.
He was unhappy to find out Mark wouldn't be there to give the final approval as to the placement of the building.
"You know where we placed the stakes, that's where I want it built." Mark tried to be patient, but Dooley heart the barely disguised tone. To his notion, the Linderman character was a real different sort.
"Then that's where the building will be built," Dooley snapped. "It'll take about two weeks and then I need the rest of the money due on the contract." then he hung up, before he said something highly inappropriate.
Mark hung up his phone, Dooley and his building problems already forgotten. The more Mark dismantled the devices, the more certain he was looking at a device used by the prince and his operatives.
Why, was a big question. What did the prince need to know about the Linderman family; especially after all this time and the rejection of the land purchase.
Mark went in to have a cup of coffee and found Clora sitting at the table looking tired.
"Mark, I don't think it's a good idea to spend the winter out at the property. I get the feeling that there will be a severe winter, like the one we had the year you were gone to the valley. We had snow and wind and drifts eight feet tall. It's just not a good idea to be so far out in those conditions."
"Huh," Mark wasn't sure if he was relieved to have a good excuse for not being out there, or not. "I've got to say there are a lot of loose ends around here that need to be delt with. The retreat property for starters. What a mess. When I was out today, I filled the van, the prince was good on his word. Gas was over seven dollars a gallon. I bought a locking gas cap and my afternoon project is to see if I can get the van in the garage." Clora nodded.
"I have boxes of carrots and potatoes I need to bring in the basement. I believe if you take out the bench along the back wall, there will be room."
"I'll bring them in, I don't want you going up and down stairs with heavy loads. How come we don't have Don here to do this sort of work?" Mark decreed.
Clora laughed, "I believe he may have a terminal illness, I'm not sure he's aware, but it's happening. Mark, I also have a unsettling report on Tess. Woody is sending her to a witness protection program. She let me discern that much this morning, Milo is going to take her as an official marshall duty."
"I should be doing that," Mark was stubborn.
"Not this time, you need to be here." Clora was firm. "There is going to be some problem with the prince."
The unknown man checked the monitors once again. For some reason the electricity must have gone off ay the Linderman house. He was so tired. In his hopped up excitement, he had stayed awake for three days, and now his body was shutting down; despite his fight against the stupor.
He slumped in his chair, to tired to move. His eyes slowly drooped shut. He slept for four days, missing the activity in the Linderman compound. Clora finished her canning, exhausted but happy for security in the jars.
Sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, Clora happened to look at the calendar. Thanksgiving was next week; she felt as unprepared as she had ever been. It was time to make plans, call family, assign side dishes and desserts. It seemed natural that everyone come to the big house; this might be the last year for get-togethers here.
Clora fished around in her pocket for her phone, only to find the old scratched flip phone wouldn't work. Then she remembered the first day of marathon canning, that she went to lift a canner and it slopped back, wetting her front. It must have wrecked the phone. She sighed hard. One more thing that needed to be replaced.
Mark was busy in his study, he had the two distinct listening devices taken apart on the desk pad. Dooley Franklin called, he was ready to start the barn/shop.
He was unhappy to find out Mark wouldn't be there to give the final approval as to the placement of the building.
"You know where we placed the stakes, that's where I want it built." Mark tried to be patient, but Dooley heart the barely disguised tone. To his notion, the Linderman character was a real different sort.
"Then that's where the building will be built," Dooley snapped. "It'll take about two weeks and then I need the rest of the money due on the contract." then he hung up, before he said something highly inappropriate.
Mark hung up his phone, Dooley and his building problems already forgotten. The more Mark dismantled the devices, the more certain he was looking at a device used by the prince and his operatives.
Why, was a big question. What did the prince need to know about the Linderman family; especially after all this time and the rejection of the land purchase.
Mark went in to have a cup of coffee and found Clora sitting at the table looking tired.
"Mark, I don't think it's a good idea to spend the winter out at the property. I get the feeling that there will be a severe winter, like the one we had the year you were gone to the valley. We had snow and wind and drifts eight feet tall. It's just not a good idea to be so far out in those conditions."
"Huh," Mark wasn't sure if he was relieved to have a good excuse for not being out there, or not. "I've got to say there are a lot of loose ends around here that need to be delt with. The retreat property for starters. What a mess. When I was out today, I filled the van, the prince was good on his word. Gas was over seven dollars a gallon. I bought a locking gas cap and my afternoon project is to see if I can get the van in the garage." Clora nodded.
"I have boxes of carrots and potatoes I need to bring in the basement. I believe if you take out the bench along the back wall, there will be room."
"I'll bring them in, I don't want you going up and down stairs with heavy loads. How come we don't have Don here to do this sort of work?" Mark decreed.
Clora laughed, "I believe he may have a terminal illness, I'm not sure he's aware, but it's happening. Mark, I also have a unsettling report on Tess. Woody is sending her to a witness protection program. She let me discern that much this morning, Milo is going to take her as an official marshall duty."
"I should be doing that," Mark was stubborn.
"Not this time, you need to be here." Clora was firm. "There is going to be some problem with the prince."
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Folks,
stay safe this week. We have had SEVERE weather all afternoon, a tornado about four miles away, and hard, hard rain. We have weather alert radios and an app on Mr. KC's phone. The basement safe room is all set up and stocked with all we need..
We are in the hills, and big winds usually follow flatter ground. But nothing is certain.
Thanks for reading. Pac & Mr. KC.
stay safe this week. We have had SEVERE weather all afternoon, a tornado about four miles away, and hard, hard rain. We have weather alert radios and an app on Mr. KC's phone. The basement safe room is all set up and stocked with all we need..
We are in the hills, and big winds usually follow flatter ground. But nothing is certain.
Thanks for reading. Pac & Mr. KC.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Yes, safety first at all coasts. Thank you for the chapter.
accountant
Contributing Member
be safe Ms. Pac.
We need you.
A.
We need you.
A.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, PAc! Keep safe!
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#784
'The prince? I was hoping that guy would go away, and stay away. He seemed mad enough at me and the government to ignore us. I was hoping he would make it permanent." Mark paced up and down the space behind the table. "You're sure?" he pressed Clora, "do we need to expect violence?"
"Possibly, I'm getting mixed signals. I feel he will be back demanding the retreat ground; and, ...." Clora paused, "the government disagrees, and will order you not to sell. We might consider a different arrangement," Clora paused to let Mark think through her words.
"You're talking about selling it back to Woody, or whomever he was in contact with, before the prince comes after us."
"Yes,"
"Well then, there's no time like the present."
Mark reached in his vest pocket for his phone. Woody answered, obviously distracted. Mark stated the reason he was calling.
"How in the thunder do you know about this? We have been brainstorming for ways to approach you for a reversal of the deed. And then out of the blue, you call.
Oh, I get it, that's some of the ESP Clora has."
"That's right," Mark agreed.
"Give me an hour, I'll have someone there with the cash and the deed witnessed. Thanks man, you don't know how this eases a lot of problems." Woody sighed in relief.
"They will be here in a hour, do we have that much time ?" Mark asked Clora.
"Possibly. We might leave and stay in contact with Woody; or arrange to meet somewhere else. If the prince can't find us, it might buy us some time"
:Yeah, but the prince has listening devices here in the house, So there is a chance he already knows what we're cooking up."
"Check the van, I'll get some things together and you can check our stuff for bugs."
'The prince? I was hoping that guy would go away, and stay away. He seemed mad enough at me and the government to ignore us. I was hoping he would make it permanent." Mark paced up and down the space behind the table. "You're sure?" he pressed Clora, "do we need to expect violence?"
"Possibly, I'm getting mixed signals. I feel he will be back demanding the retreat ground; and, ...." Clora paused, "the government disagrees, and will order you not to sell. We might consider a different arrangement," Clora paused to let Mark think through her words.
"You're talking about selling it back to Woody, or whomever he was in contact with, before the prince comes after us."
"Yes,"
"Well then, there's no time like the present."
Mark reached in his vest pocket for his phone. Woody answered, obviously distracted. Mark stated the reason he was calling.
"How in the thunder do you know about this? We have been brainstorming for ways to approach you for a reversal of the deed. And then out of the blue, you call.
Oh, I get it, that's some of the ESP Clora has."
"That's right," Mark agreed.
"Give me an hour, I'll have someone there with the cash and the deed witnessed. Thanks man, you don't know how this eases a lot of problems." Woody sighed in relief.
"They will be here in a hour, do we have that much time ?" Mark asked Clora.
"Possibly. We might leave and stay in contact with Woody; or arrange to meet somewhere else. If the prince can't find us, it might buy us some time"
:Yeah, but the prince has listening devices here in the house, So there is a chance he already knows what we're cooking up."
"Check the van, I'll get some things together and you can check our stuff for bugs."
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Very big thank you Pac.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
Veteran Member
Pac, thanks!
larry_minn
Contributing Member
Hopefully a veil of protection will continue. SLEEP, sleep person who was listening.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#785
Don arrived at the motel after a slow drive up the mountain, There were tire tracks leading up to Clayton's pickup, but the pickup seemed to be unharmed, The apartment was down right chilly, the new fire in the stove taking forever to warm the air.
Don called Clora's phone and got nothing, "must be out of order," he mused as he dialed Dad's number.
"Just checking in to see if you made it home Ok." Don felt chatty, and Mark had to pass the phone to Clora as he drove towards a major mall.
Cloran answered all his questions; when she had a chance to get a word in edgewise. "Do tell me, how is the Jenkins family?"
That started Don on a long drawn out spiel about the family. Clora let him talk, catching the fondness in his voice when he mentioned Mercy Rose. "She's very sensible, Ma; and she's easy to talk to and she listens and doesn''t have to interrupt all the time."
'I agree Don, she seems very mature for her age, plus she has a sweet personality" Clora tried to sound neutral, but as a mother, she would like to encourage Don's interest in such a fine young woman.
"Dad needs the phone Don, we are in a bit od a situation, and he needs to Call Woody."
"Ok Ma, stay safe:: Don sounded sad not to be there in the thick of the action.
Don arrived at the motel after a slow drive up the mountain, There were tire tracks leading up to Clayton's pickup, but the pickup seemed to be unharmed, The apartment was down right chilly, the new fire in the stove taking forever to warm the air.
Don called Clora's phone and got nothing, "must be out of order," he mused as he dialed Dad's number.
"Just checking in to see if you made it home Ok." Don felt chatty, and Mark had to pass the phone to Clora as he drove towards a major mall.
Cloran answered all his questions; when she had a chance to get a word in edgewise. "Do tell me, how is the Jenkins family?"
That started Don on a long drawn out spiel about the family. Clora let him talk, catching the fondness in his voice when he mentioned Mercy Rose. "She's very sensible, Ma; and she's easy to talk to and she listens and doesn''t have to interrupt all the time."
'I agree Don, she seems very mature for her age, plus she has a sweet personality" Clora tried to sound neutral, but as a mother, she would like to encourage Don's interest in such a fine young woman.
"Dad needs the phone Don, we are in a bit od a situation, and he needs to Call Woody."
"Ok Ma, stay safe:: Don sounded sad not to be there in the thick of the action.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Folks,
I will be gone until Monday. Gotta go play with the grandkids. Thanks, Pac.
I will be gone until Monday. Gotta go play with the grandkids. Thanks, Pac.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac! Spoiling the Grands is a priority!
Siskiyoumom
Veteran Member
Have a wonderful Mothers Day!
PacNorWest
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#786
Don was bored, so he put his coat on and went out to ivestigate the footprints around Clayton's pickup. He had to go for a flashlight, the darkness falling swiftly. Thinking about the hapless Clayton, Don found his fingers sliding along the inside the fender well, He finally found what he was looking for behind the back bumper.
The magnetic hide a key had the spare key for the pickup. Without the remote, the horn started honking as he opened the door. Don debated if he should leave the pickup unlocked, or not. Obviously, some one was interested in what was in there.
Thinking ahead, Don took his handkerchief and wiped the door handle. The heavy wet snow started accumulating immediately. He called Skeeter, telling the state man the news that he had found a key.
"I'll be there in an hour, don't touch anything." Skeeter was smiling in a cold feral way. Maybe, just maybe, this was the break he needed to solve a lot of crimes that had been happening in the county.
The pickup cab was full of stolen items and a old cash box filled with small baggies filled with white powder. Skeeter was hooting with excitement; he called Kirby to bring the roll-back and pickup Clayton's truck.
A call into his superiors assured a posted guard on the two impounded trucks. It was a huge bust in the name of community safety.
Don felt so good about squeezing those two jerks, he opened two cans of chili and a box of crackers. It was only 8pm. so it was a good pre-bedtime snack.
Don was bored, so he put his coat on and went out to ivestigate the footprints around Clayton's pickup. He had to go for a flashlight, the darkness falling swiftly. Thinking about the hapless Clayton, Don found his fingers sliding along the inside the fender well, He finally found what he was looking for behind the back bumper.
The magnetic hide a key had the spare key for the pickup. Without the remote, the horn started honking as he opened the door. Don debated if he should leave the pickup unlocked, or not. Obviously, some one was interested in what was in there.
Thinking ahead, Don took his handkerchief and wiped the door handle. The heavy wet snow started accumulating immediately. He called Skeeter, telling the state man the news that he had found a key.
"I'll be there in an hour, don't touch anything." Skeeter was smiling in a cold feral way. Maybe, just maybe, this was the break he needed to solve a lot of crimes that had been happening in the county.
The pickup cab was full of stolen items and a old cash box filled with small baggies filled with white powder. Skeeter was hooting with excitement; he called Kirby to bring the roll-back and pickup Clayton's truck.
A call into his superiors assured a posted guard on the two impounded trucks. It was a huge bust in the name of community safety.
Don felt so good about squeezing those two jerks, he opened two cans of chili and a box of crackers. It was only 8pm. so it was a good pre-bedtime snack.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
Veteran Member
Pac, thank you!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Many thanks Pac.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Folks
I had a bit of a relapse, I need a couple of days. Thanks, Pac.
I had a bit of a relapse, I need a couple of days. Thanks, Pac.
Dumb Blonde
Contributing Member
Take your time and rest up.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Just take care of yourself.
Dumb Blonde
Contributing Member
It's a privilege denied to many.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#787
Buzz was hanging around the body shop where his nephew worked, mooching coffee and local gossip. He was staring out the window into the shop when he noticed Kirby taking a rifle out of Clayton's pickup.
"By God, that's my rifle that was stolen last summer," he growled as he opened the office door and marched into the impound area.
Kirby had leaned the 308 against the fender and turned around, missing Buzz's determined walk toward him. Skeeter was on the other side, inventorying the items as he pulled them out.
"That Clayton SOB is the low sown scum that stole my rifle," Buzz was howling with rage as he picked the rifle and inspected it, rubbing the highly polished wood in a loving manner.
"It's evidence Buzz, I have to impound it until after the trial," Skeeter informed the almost emotional woods man, holding his rifle.
Buzz's care and protection of his weapon's was legendry, and woe to anyone who abused any of his possessions. Buzz looked at Skeeter like he hadn't totally made up his mind to comply.
Skeeter didn't say a word, he let the dangerous man reach the right conclusion without any pressure. Kirby was slowly attuned to the heavy silence. In a smart move, he slowly inched away from the unpredictable loner and out of the lane of fire.
Buzz was not a man to be fooled with, his temper was as well known as his hard attitude. Kirby shivered, and let his breath out when Buzz finally complied with Skeeter's order.
"There'd better not being any marks on that weapon," Buzz looked hard at Skeeter.
"I'll do my best. If you have a gun case, bring it in, I'll tag it with your name. That ought to be enough to keep curious hands off it." Skeeter laughed, breaking the tension.
Buzz nodded curtly, bringing the rifle around to Skeeter. "I'll be right, I've got a case in my pickup. That SOB backed into me, and I want to charge him with hit and run and leaving the scene of an accident and anything else I can think up."
"Clayton? He's been in jail." Skeeter protested.\\
"No that other smart jerk. He blew into my barn, reversed, hit my pickup, and set my barn afire, We got no electricity out our way on that account." Buzz headed out to his pickup. Out of curiosity, Skeeter followed with the rifle. Logic told him, that if Buzz had a gun case, it had a gun in it, and he wanted to be nosy and see what other weapons the man had.
The second rifle was a scruffy, beat up looking SKS. It had a 30 plus magazine and Buzz handed the case to Skeeter and said threateningly, "You didn't see that, I ain't gonna explain it, and you're gonna forget it in two seconds."
"If I don't catch you using it," Skeeter returned in a level voice with just a hint of authority. He wouldn't back down from a confrontation with Buzz, and Buzz might as well stay informed of the fact.
Buzz was hanging around the body shop where his nephew worked, mooching coffee and local gossip. He was staring out the window into the shop when he noticed Kirby taking a rifle out of Clayton's pickup.
"By God, that's my rifle that was stolen last summer," he growled as he opened the office door and marched into the impound area.
Kirby had leaned the 308 against the fender and turned around, missing Buzz's determined walk toward him. Skeeter was on the other side, inventorying the items as he pulled them out.
"That Clayton SOB is the low sown scum that stole my rifle," Buzz was howling with rage as he picked the rifle and inspected it, rubbing the highly polished wood in a loving manner.
"It's evidence Buzz, I have to impound it until after the trial," Skeeter informed the almost emotional woods man, holding his rifle.
Buzz's care and protection of his weapon's was legendry, and woe to anyone who abused any of his possessions. Buzz looked at Skeeter like he hadn't totally made up his mind to comply.
Skeeter didn't say a word, he let the dangerous man reach the right conclusion without any pressure. Kirby was slowly attuned to the heavy silence. In a smart move, he slowly inched away from the unpredictable loner and out of the lane of fire.
Buzz was not a man to be fooled with, his temper was as well known as his hard attitude. Kirby shivered, and let his breath out when Buzz finally complied with Skeeter's order.
"There'd better not being any marks on that weapon," Buzz looked hard at Skeeter.
"I'll do my best. If you have a gun case, bring it in, I'll tag it with your name. That ought to be enough to keep curious hands off it." Skeeter laughed, breaking the tension.
Buzz nodded curtly, bringing the rifle around to Skeeter. "I'll be right, I've got a case in my pickup. That SOB backed into me, and I want to charge him with hit and run and leaving the scene of an accident and anything else I can think up."
"Clayton? He's been in jail." Skeeter protested.\\
"No that other smart jerk. He blew into my barn, reversed, hit my pickup, and set my barn afire, We got no electricity out our way on that account." Buzz headed out to his pickup. Out of curiosity, Skeeter followed with the rifle. Logic told him, that if Buzz had a gun case, it had a gun in it, and he wanted to be nosy and see what other weapons the man had.
The second rifle was a scruffy, beat up looking SKS. It had a 30 plus magazine and Buzz handed the case to Skeeter and said threateningly, "You didn't see that, I ain't gonna explain it, and you're gonna forget it in two seconds."
"If I don't catch you using it," Skeeter returned in a level voice with just a hint of authority. He wouldn't back down from a confrontation with Buzz, and Buzz might as well stay informed of the fact.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Many thanks Pac. Looks like some are going to get their comeuppance.
feralferret
Veteran Member
Pac, thanks!