223shootersc
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Behind the Vet’s Office
Chance and Savanna stood at the back door talking to Ren, bringing him up to speed on what went on. It had to be fast since Savanna was headed back in to keep an eye on…Sofia was it?
“They were lucky to get her here. I’m surprised she didn’t already die with as much infected goop we dug out of her.” Savanna exclaimed now they could talk without the others around.
“Maybe. She still might die. Remember all that work we did on the Hanoverian mare last year? Worked our ass off for over a month and she still didn’t make it.” Chance didn’t want to speak gloom into existence but he also didn’t want them to be blind to the possibility.
“So, what can I do to help?” Ren asked the pair.
“It’s going to be a wait and see thing. We keep an eye on the vitals, keep on top of any trends and stay in front of things. Between Savanna and I, plus the nurse and doc that came with them, we should be able to take care of some around the clock monitoring. Where that’s going to leave us short is helping with your sister since she can’t get around by herself, and helping with any other customers we get in.”
“Well, we haven’t had many of those lately to worry about. It’s lucky they caught me down here.” Savanna didn’t realize it, but she just voiced one of Chance’s bigger worries.
“How long are they going to be here?”
Chance looked over at Savanna before he answered Ren.
“I don’t know. It could be a week, or it could be a month before Sofia can be moved around much.”
“We have the extra rooms up at the house. Would it be better to move things there instead of having an RV park here behind the clinic?”
“Maybe, but she doesn’t get moved even out of this building until we know we don’t have to go back in. I’m not setting up grandpa’s gaslight clinic in the barn up there again. Right now, I’m focused on the next forty-eight hours. If we get her sepsis under control enough she doesn’t crash and die, we can look at moving her up to the house. It’s a good idea, just not yet.”
“Well, if you are going to stick down here, I’ll go up and hit the sack so I can take over for you later. Do you want me to leave Ren down here with you or drag him up to the house out of your way?”
Chance looked over at Savanna. He thought about her question. He had one of his own he wasn’t going to ask. Was she going to her bedroom or his? The new development was still in the beginning stages. He thought it was just a crush or an infatuation they verbally spared with for the longest time.
Turns out he was wrong. Tracey and Ren were all for Chance and Savanna finally becoming a thing, taking away one of his worries. Besides, it wasn’t like Savanna was some twentysomething college girl he was cradle robbing. She was a prior military combat veteran who was going into this with her eyes wide open according to her.
The age difference still worried him, but…she made him happy. With the age difference, he knew he would die before she did and he wasn’t sure what he could do to help her when he was gone, but he needed to think about that in the near future. He looked over. Savanna was grinning a little at him. She was just waiting on his answer.
“Take Ren back up to take care of Tracey. I’ll stay down here until Amber and Deloris have a nap. I’ll call you so we can get a good turnover plan and set a schedule. It’s going to be a busy couple days until we know how Sofia’s responding.”
Chance and Savanna stood at the back door talking to Ren, bringing him up to speed on what went on. It had to be fast since Savanna was headed back in to keep an eye on…Sofia was it?
“They were lucky to get her here. I’m surprised she didn’t already die with as much infected goop we dug out of her.” Savanna exclaimed now they could talk without the others around.
“Maybe. She still might die. Remember all that work we did on the Hanoverian mare last year? Worked our ass off for over a month and she still didn’t make it.” Chance didn’t want to speak gloom into existence but he also didn’t want them to be blind to the possibility.
“So, what can I do to help?” Ren asked the pair.
“It’s going to be a wait and see thing. We keep an eye on the vitals, keep on top of any trends and stay in front of things. Between Savanna and I, plus the nurse and doc that came with them, we should be able to take care of some around the clock monitoring. Where that’s going to leave us short is helping with your sister since she can’t get around by herself, and helping with any other customers we get in.”
“Well, we haven’t had many of those lately to worry about. It’s lucky they caught me down here.” Savanna didn’t realize it, but she just voiced one of Chance’s bigger worries.
“How long are they going to be here?”
Chance looked over at Savanna before he answered Ren.
“I don’t know. It could be a week, or it could be a month before Sofia can be moved around much.”
“We have the extra rooms up at the house. Would it be better to move things there instead of having an RV park here behind the clinic?”
“Maybe, but she doesn’t get moved even out of this building until we know we don’t have to go back in. I’m not setting up grandpa’s gaslight clinic in the barn up there again. Right now, I’m focused on the next forty-eight hours. If we get her sepsis under control enough she doesn’t crash and die, we can look at moving her up to the house. It’s a good idea, just not yet.”
“Well, if you are going to stick down here, I’ll go up and hit the sack so I can take over for you later. Do you want me to leave Ren down here with you or drag him up to the house out of your way?”
Chance looked over at Savanna. He thought about her question. He had one of his own he wasn’t going to ask. Was she going to her bedroom or his? The new development was still in the beginning stages. He thought it was just a crush or an infatuation they verbally spared with for the longest time.
Turns out he was wrong. Tracey and Ren were all for Chance and Savanna finally becoming a thing, taking away one of his worries. Besides, it wasn’t like Savanna was some twentysomething college girl he was cradle robbing. She was a prior military combat veteran who was going into this with her eyes wide open according to her.
The age difference still worried him, but…she made him happy. With the age difference, he knew he would die before she did and he wasn’t sure what he could do to help her when he was gone, but he needed to think about that in the near future. He looked over. Savanna was grinning a little at him. She was just waiting on his answer.
“Take Ren back up to take care of Tracey. I’ll stay down here until Amber and Deloris have a nap. I’ll call you so we can get a good turnover plan and set a schedule. It’s going to be a busy couple days until we know how Sofia’s responding.”
223shootersc
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Later, In the Vet’s Office
Ivar woke up again. He knew he needed more rest but he couldn’t do it now. Right now, he had to find out. He had to see her. He started looking around, trying to find where they were keeping Sofia. He heard a soft beeping somewhere towards the back. He had something to follow now. The building wasn’t that big so it didn’t take long for him to find the small room marked ‘lounge’. Sofia was laying on a couch of some sort with a bunch of machines stacked on a rolling cart next to her.
He just stood there looking at her. He saw how frail and helpless Sofia looked. He noticed she still had two legs. That might be a good sign. He was so busy trying to do things to keep them safe and get them on the road he didn’t really register it before when she was in the hospital, and later as they drove, he was working hard at all the other parts. Now, with nothing he can do and the realization of how close he was to losing her, he didn’t know what to do. The voice behind him startled him out of his thinking.
“She’s really sick but I think I got everything, so she has a good shot at recovering.”
Ivar turned to see the man who was speaking. He was a tall older guy reminiscent of all the character actors from the old cowboy movies.
“Hi, I’m Chance.”
“Ivar. I don’t know how we…I can ever repay you for what you did today.”
“Well, after what Sabine and crew did for me, saving my niece and probably my nephew, we don’t need to worry much about ‘owe’ and ‘repay’. I wish I could tell you we for sure saved her and she will make it, but I don’t want to lie to you. She still might not make it, but if we hadn’t operated on her, she surely would have died. I did what I could and now we wait for God’s decision.”
Ivar thought about what Chance told him and what Amber told him earlier.
“With us waiting to find out how it’s going to go, is it going to be a problem for us to stay?”
“Yeah, I’m not going to do all this work then tell you to hit the bricks and take her with you and screw up all my handiwork. For now, since you guys brought your own campers, I figure you guys will hang out down here. Once Sofia is stable enough I don’t think we need to hit the OR again, Savanna and I were talking about maybe moving everyone up the hill to the house. It’s a better place for us all to hang out while she recovers enough to travel. We just have to get her that far first.”
“Any rough guestimate on how long so I can let the guys up north know we are delayed?”
“Probably two or three weeks minimum if she responds well, longer if she struggles to build back her strength.”
“OK, well that gives us something to plan with.”
Ivar woke up again. He knew he needed more rest but he couldn’t do it now. Right now, he had to find out. He had to see her. He started looking around, trying to find where they were keeping Sofia. He heard a soft beeping somewhere towards the back. He had something to follow now. The building wasn’t that big so it didn’t take long for him to find the small room marked ‘lounge’. Sofia was laying on a couch of some sort with a bunch of machines stacked on a rolling cart next to her.
He just stood there looking at her. He saw how frail and helpless Sofia looked. He noticed she still had two legs. That might be a good sign. He was so busy trying to do things to keep them safe and get them on the road he didn’t really register it before when she was in the hospital, and later as they drove, he was working hard at all the other parts. Now, with nothing he can do and the realization of how close he was to losing her, he didn’t know what to do. The voice behind him startled him out of his thinking.
“She’s really sick but I think I got everything, so she has a good shot at recovering.”
Ivar turned to see the man who was speaking. He was a tall older guy reminiscent of all the character actors from the old cowboy movies.
“Hi, I’m Chance.”
“Ivar. I don’t know how we…I can ever repay you for what you did today.”
“Well, after what Sabine and crew did for me, saving my niece and probably my nephew, we don’t need to worry much about ‘owe’ and ‘repay’. I wish I could tell you we for sure saved her and she will make it, but I don’t want to lie to you. She still might not make it, but if we hadn’t operated on her, she surely would have died. I did what I could and now we wait for God’s decision.”
Ivar thought about what Chance told him and what Amber told him earlier.
“With us waiting to find out how it’s going to go, is it going to be a problem for us to stay?”
“Yeah, I’m not going to do all this work then tell you to hit the bricks and take her with you and screw up all my handiwork. For now, since you guys brought your own campers, I figure you guys will hang out down here. Once Sofia is stable enough I don’t think we need to hit the OR again, Savanna and I were talking about maybe moving everyone up the hill to the house. It’s a better place for us all to hang out while she recovers enough to travel. We just have to get her that far first.”
“Any rough guestimate on how long so I can let the guys up north know we are delayed?”
“Probably two or three weeks minimum if she responds well, longer if she struggles to build back her strength.”
“OK, well that gives us something to plan with.”
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223shootersc
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Thanks for another round, CCG! Great as always!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Behind the Vet’s Office
Silas heard movement in the snow around the trucks. He did his best to extricate himself from the bed without waking Amber up. She still needed sleep.
He knew she was wiped out when she came into the camper and crawled into bed with him. She was able to stay awake long enough to tell him about Sofia surviving the surgery and Chance telling her it would be weeks before Sofia could be moved, if she survived.
Once freed from the bed, he went to investigate the movement.
The brisk…night? early morning? air woke him up as he followed the sound. It was coming from the trailer attached to Ivar’s truck camper. Rounding the trailer he found Ivar pulling poles out of trailer.
“Whatcha doing boss?”
“Just what you told me I needed to do. I’m setting up an antenna to call Veronica.” Ivar said without looking up from his work.
“Need a hand?”
“Sure. As soon as I get the antenna on the mast, we raise it up and into the bracket on the side of my truck” he pointed at a series of clamps on the rear of his truck camper.
“Want to wake up Jonas before you start rocking and wiggling his sleeping space?”
“No worries there. He’s not in there.” Ivar grinned.
“Oh? Where is he?”
“Probably racked out over there in Petra’s trailer with her and Jennifer.”
“I guess the lower bunk is big enough for Jennifer and Jonas with Petra up top. It’s good for Jennifer and Jonas to spend some time together with everything going on.”
Ivar stopped what he was doing and looked over at Silas. “I don’t know but my money is on it being Jennifer in the top rack while the other two are down below.”
Silas’ protective streak kicked in suddenly.
“Petra and Jonas? He’s too old for her!”
“Yeah, they should be closer together. You know, like you and Amber.”
At Ivar’s comment, Silas cringed. There was near enough ten years difference between him and Amber, only it was Amber who was older.
“Point taken. But isn’t it a bit fast? Hell! Margaret only died, what, six months ago?”
“I’m not saying they are getting married, shoot! I’m not even saying they are dating or boinking. I’m just saying they are spending time together.”
“If Jonas hurts her…”
“Yes, dad, I’m protective of her too but this is also Jonas we are talking about. Relax and help me put the damn antenna up. I have another daughter to talk to right now.”
“While you have it set up, you might as well call Kingfisher too. He was talking about heading north. Depending on his route, he might get here before we leave. Then we could all go together.”
“Yeah, there is some safety in numbers, but it would also attract more attention as we go. Did he say why they were thinking of joining us up north?”
“No idea. Wasn’t sure if he was talking just him, him and Bryce or Kestrel and kid as well.”
“Sometimes he takes that silent stoic Indian act too far. I’ll try to raise him after I talk to Veronica.”
Silas heard movement in the snow around the trucks. He did his best to extricate himself from the bed without waking Amber up. She still needed sleep.
He knew she was wiped out when she came into the camper and crawled into bed with him. She was able to stay awake long enough to tell him about Sofia surviving the surgery and Chance telling her it would be weeks before Sofia could be moved, if she survived.
Once freed from the bed, he went to investigate the movement.
The brisk…night? early morning? air woke him up as he followed the sound. It was coming from the trailer attached to Ivar’s truck camper. Rounding the trailer he found Ivar pulling poles out of trailer.
“Whatcha doing boss?”
“Just what you told me I needed to do. I’m setting up an antenna to call Veronica.” Ivar said without looking up from his work.
“Need a hand?”
“Sure. As soon as I get the antenna on the mast, we raise it up and into the bracket on the side of my truck” he pointed at a series of clamps on the rear of his truck camper.
“Want to wake up Jonas before you start rocking and wiggling his sleeping space?”
“No worries there. He’s not in there.” Ivar grinned.
“Oh? Where is he?”
“Probably racked out over there in Petra’s trailer with her and Jennifer.”
“I guess the lower bunk is big enough for Jennifer and Jonas with Petra up top. It’s good for Jennifer and Jonas to spend some time together with everything going on.”
Ivar stopped what he was doing and looked over at Silas. “I don’t know but my money is on it being Jennifer in the top rack while the other two are down below.”
Silas’ protective streak kicked in suddenly.
“Petra and Jonas? He’s too old for her!”
“Yeah, they should be closer together. You know, like you and Amber.”
At Ivar’s comment, Silas cringed. There was near enough ten years difference between him and Amber, only it was Amber who was older.
“Point taken. But isn’t it a bit fast? Hell! Margaret only died, what, six months ago?”
“I’m not saying they are getting married, shoot! I’m not even saying they are dating or boinking. I’m just saying they are spending time together.”
“If Jonas hurts her…”
“Yes, dad, I’m protective of her too but this is also Jonas we are talking about. Relax and help me put the damn antenna up. I have another daughter to talk to right now.”
“While you have it set up, you might as well call Kingfisher too. He was talking about heading north. Depending on his route, he might get here before we leave. Then we could all go together.”
“Yeah, there is some safety in numbers, but it would also attract more attention as we go. Did he say why they were thinking of joining us up north?”
“No idea. Wasn’t sure if he was talking just him, him and Bryce or Kestrel and kid as well.”
“Sometimes he takes that silent stoic Indian act too far. I’ll try to raise him after I talk to Veronica.”
2T2-Crash
Contributing Member
“Yes, dad, I’m protective of her too but this is also Jonas we are talking about. Relax and help me put the damn antenna up. I have another daughter to talk to right now.”
ahh the back and forth between a bond of friendship and trust, even when there is authority involved. LOL
ahh the back and forth between a bond of friendship and trust, even when there is authority involved. LOL
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Hours Later
Ivar’s fingers kept trying to milk a few more electrons from his radio system. It was frustrating. He knew he had enough power. His antenna was good enough. Maybe they just weren’t listening?
Everyone was starting to stir now. Silas was making some food while Amber was getting cleaned up and some coffee. Ivar saw Deloris poke her head out before going back inside the trailer. The one that was a little awkward was when he saw Jonas come out of Petra’s trailer.
Jonas did a double-take as he saw Ivar working on the radio connected to the bumper of the camper he has headed towards.
“How is she doing?”
“Amber and Chase told me she survived the surgery. Now it’s a waiting game to see if they got it all and if she’s strong enough to fight back.”
“If it’s a matter of heart and drive, I know Sofia will win. If there’s anything I can do to help, you just let me know. After you and Sofia took me and Jennifer in, then everything else…well, like I said, anything.”
“I appreciate that. I really do. So, I see you were sticking with Jennifer and Petra.”
Jonas blushed a little.
“Yeah, Jennifer didn’t want to go to sleep right away so we put in a movie. Somewhere along the way, we all fell asleep.”
“You be careful with Petra.”
“What do you mean, ‘be careful with Petra’?”
“Petra sets off fatherly feeling with Silas and me. Think about some older boy hanging out with Jennifer. We just want to make sure she doesn’t accidentally get herself too sideways with you. You’ve been in a marriage, and long-term relationships. If you decide to go down that road, remember she hasn’t.”
“I don’t think we are headed that direction. Are we?”
“I don’t know. That’s something for you and Petra to determine, and that’s my point. Both of you. Even if you don’t think you are headed that way, how about her? Does she think you two are headed that way?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, these are things you should consider. I told Silas you would never hurt Petra intentionally, and I believe it but be warned, She may have strong feelings and designs on you. Just keep it in mind.”
“I will.”
Ivar’s fingers kept trying to milk a few more electrons from his radio system. It was frustrating. He knew he had enough power. His antenna was good enough. Maybe they just weren’t listening?
Everyone was starting to stir now. Silas was making some food while Amber was getting cleaned up and some coffee. Ivar saw Deloris poke her head out before going back inside the trailer. The one that was a little awkward was when he saw Jonas come out of Petra’s trailer.
Jonas did a double-take as he saw Ivar working on the radio connected to the bumper of the camper he has headed towards.
“How is she doing?”
“Amber and Chase told me she survived the surgery. Now it’s a waiting game to see if they got it all and if she’s strong enough to fight back.”
“If it’s a matter of heart and drive, I know Sofia will win. If there’s anything I can do to help, you just let me know. After you and Sofia took me and Jennifer in, then everything else…well, like I said, anything.”
“I appreciate that. I really do. So, I see you were sticking with Jennifer and Petra.”
Jonas blushed a little.
“Yeah, Jennifer didn’t want to go to sleep right away so we put in a movie. Somewhere along the way, we all fell asleep.”
“You be careful with Petra.”
“What do you mean, ‘be careful with Petra’?”
“Petra sets off fatherly feeling with Silas and me. Think about some older boy hanging out with Jennifer. We just want to make sure she doesn’t accidentally get herself too sideways with you. You’ve been in a marriage, and long-term relationships. If you decide to go down that road, remember she hasn’t.”
“I don’t think we are headed that direction. Are we?”
“I don’t know. That’s something for you and Petra to determine, and that’s my point. Both of you. Even if you don’t think you are headed that way, how about her? Does she think you two are headed that way?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, these are things you should consider. I told Silas you would never hurt Petra intentionally, and I believe it but be warned, She may have strong feelings and designs on you. Just keep it in mind.”
“I will.”
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Yeah, but they have known Jonas as long or longer than Petra so it’s a two way struggle between the idea of protecting a daughter-like Petra and looking out for an almost son in Jonas so there is more an advise and warn rather than threats. It’s a confusing spot for both Ivar and Silas. They know how to take care of daughters and know how to try to guide junior troops so they are kinda in the middle
223shootersc
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Finally
Ivar was beyond frustrated when he finally heard a reply to his calls on the radio. First it was Andrea, then a delay of an hour before he heard Veronica’s voice.
“Longbow, this is Recurve. What’s up? We are expecting you here soon. Is there a problem?”
There’s an understatement if he ever heard one thought Ivar as he struggled to know what to say. He had rehearsed this in his mind over the last several hours, an now it was all blank.
“Yeah, there’s a problem. We are delayed in route…Your mother got hurt right before we left, and we had to stop to let her heal some before we continued.”
“What do you mean, hurt? Where did you stop? How bad is it?”
The questions came all in a rush now. Ivar knew the truth was the best solution now, but he still didn’t want her to worry. Fat chance of that though.
“She got shot and even though the docs sewed her up, there was an infection so we had to stop and operate again.”
“Stop where?” Veronica’s fire and fury practically dripped from the speaker now.
“Andrea knows the place. It was where they caught up with their hillside rescue.”
“Put Mamma Amber on”
“It’s ok, we are just a litt-“
“PUT MAMMA AMBER ON THE RADIO. NOW!”
Ivar knew there was no way around it. He knew his daughter’s temper and how headstrong she was. He looked over at their camper. Amber was already walking his way. She must have either heard him finally talking or heard her name being bellowed from where she was.
“Veronica is asking for you.” He said as he handed the microphone to her.
“I’m here. What do you need?”
“I need a straight unvarnished update. How is her condition?”
Both Amber and Ivar heard the flat, all-business tone in Veronica’s voice, even over the radio.
“I put her femur back together with some hardware but she got septic after the surgery and we had to stop and operate again.”
“Is she stable?”
“Not yet.”
Ivar could see how much it hurt Amber to say that, with all it meant and implied.
“Put my father back on the line.”
Amber and Ivar looked at each other. The chill in her voice over the radio as she asked for her ‘Father’ wasn’t something they had really ever heard from her.
“I’m here.”
“I’m coming there.”
“There’s no need for you to-“
She cut him off mid-sentence.
“I will not not be there if the worst happens because I didn’t even try to get there. You should have told me sooner, damnit! It will take me a couple days but I will be there and we will talk more about this. Out.”
Ivar and Amber just stared at the speaker.
Ivar was beyond frustrated when he finally heard a reply to his calls on the radio. First it was Andrea, then a delay of an hour before he heard Veronica’s voice.
“Longbow, this is Recurve. What’s up? We are expecting you here soon. Is there a problem?”
There’s an understatement if he ever heard one thought Ivar as he struggled to know what to say. He had rehearsed this in his mind over the last several hours, an now it was all blank.
“Yeah, there’s a problem. We are delayed in route…Your mother got hurt right before we left, and we had to stop to let her heal some before we continued.”
“What do you mean, hurt? Where did you stop? How bad is it?”
The questions came all in a rush now. Ivar knew the truth was the best solution now, but he still didn’t want her to worry. Fat chance of that though.
“She got shot and even though the docs sewed her up, there was an infection so we had to stop and operate again.”
“Stop where?” Veronica’s fire and fury practically dripped from the speaker now.
“Andrea knows the place. It was where they caught up with their hillside rescue.”
“Put Mamma Amber on”
“It’s ok, we are just a litt-“
“PUT MAMMA AMBER ON THE RADIO. NOW!”
Ivar knew there was no way around it. He knew his daughter’s temper and how headstrong she was. He looked over at their camper. Amber was already walking his way. She must have either heard him finally talking or heard her name being bellowed from where she was.
“Veronica is asking for you.” He said as he handed the microphone to her.
“I’m here. What do you need?”
“I need a straight unvarnished update. How is her condition?”
Both Amber and Ivar heard the flat, all-business tone in Veronica’s voice, even over the radio.
“I put her femur back together with some hardware but she got septic after the surgery and we had to stop and operate again.”
“Is she stable?”
“Not yet.”
Ivar could see how much it hurt Amber to say that, with all it meant and implied.
“Put my father back on the line.”
Amber and Ivar looked at each other. The chill in her voice over the radio as she asked for her ‘Father’ wasn’t something they had really ever heard from her.
“I’m here.”
“I’m coming there.”
“There’s no need for you to-“
She cut him off mid-sentence.
“I will not not be there if the worst happens because I didn’t even try to get there. You should have told me sooner, damnit! It will take me a couple days but I will be there and we will talk more about this. Out.”
Ivar and Amber just stared at the speaker.
Landcruiser
Contributing Member
Now the question is… do we hear about all the groups at the same time or are we still in seperate story arcs?
Cedar Lake
Connecticut Yankee
I'm kind'a leaning toward seperate story arcs myself.
I think it could raise the
tension levels a bit............which have been low.
RememberGoliad
Veteran Member
Veronica's right. There was a lull before they left. Should've made contact. Pop stepped in it and just now realized it was a pretty deep pile. In Ivar's defense, the pile got deeper after things started snowballing. You do know that most of the time mama bears raise ....bears? 
....And that mama bears don't care WHO needs protecting? Ya don't wanna get in their way, even if you're papa bear!
OTOH, by the time they realized it was as bad as it was, they were hauling too much ass. Either way, adding a semi-hysterical daughter into the whole mess makes the situation ripe for storytellin'!
Curious, though, where are we on the timeline? Sabine's beat to shit still, is what I'm thinking, or just got hurt.... where in Garen & Bekka's group are we....are they licking wounds too at this moment?
....And that mama bears don't care WHO needs protecting? Ya don't wanna get in their way, even if you're papa bear!OTOH, by the time they realized it was as bad as it was, they were hauling too much ass. Either way, adding a semi-hysterical daughter into the whole mess makes the situation ripe for storytellin'!
Curious, though, where are we on the timeline? Sabine's beat to shit still, is what I'm thinking, or just got hurt.... where in Garen & Bekka's group are we....are they licking wounds too at this moment?
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
End of Part 6
He looked up from the book he was reading from when the door opened and Seret stepped inside.
“I hate to interrupt the history lessons, but Sherriff Darrius is here, and Barry is with him.”
He looked over at his granddaughters.
“Alright girls. I have to go do some work and you have exercises to do. I’ll pick up the story in seven this evening if you do good at your studies.”
“But grandpa!” Heidi and Kara both protested.
“No ‘buts’. Your bladework is abysmal and you need to fix it before we move on to bows. Your mother was already twelve ranks above where you are at by your age. It’s not your fault though. What will be your fault will be not going and learning. Get your buts moving!” He proclaimed in mock fierceness. They knew it was fake but got the point and rushed out of the room.
After the kids left the room, he stood up and put the book away on the shelf before looking over at Seret.
“I didn’t think Berry was even this dumb.”
“It’s worse. He’s actually standing inside the gate with Darrius, looking all self-righteous and proud, like he’s in control.”
“God! What did Kat ever see in that idiot? Did Darrius say what Barry wanted?”
Seret was nodding and grinning as he spoke, “He’s here for his daughters.”
“He actually said that? Did anyone tell Kat?”
“I sent a runner.”
“Well, I guess I better go talk to Darrius and Berry.” Silas said as he settled his belt and its weapons on his waist.
Down by the Gate
It was a pleasant walk down to the old gate in the stone wall leading out onto the road. He knew this land like the back of his hand, having grown up here all his life. He saw it through many sets of eyes. Before he took over the position of Clan leader, he was its chief historian. He had read the journals backwards and forwards at least ten thousand times and still found new bits when he read them to his children and now his grandchildren.
The thriving fruit and nut orchards he saw as tiny things from Bekka’s descriptions. The hedgerows and stone walls around this inner land, he saw where Bekka and Garen first talked about them. The tunnels under the hill all branched off of the original shooting tunnel here under the house.
Far too soon, his history walk was over, and he came out to where Darrius and Berry were standing just inside the main gate by the guardhouse.
“Darrius, what brings you all the way out here?”
“Well, sir, This Gentleman” he gestured over at Berry “is making demands and accusations and insisted on coming out here to quote ‘fetch his kids that his crazy wife kidnapped’ end quote.”
“What about my eye?!” Barry screamed, pointing to the guaze and tape covered eye.
Silas looked over at Barry, a withering and dismissive glare.
“Shut up idiot. The adults are talking.”
This set Barry off on a tirade.
“Are you going to let him talk to me that way, Sheriff?”
Darrius looked over at Berry. “I sure am. I told you coming here was a mistake and you needed to just shut the **** up and let it all drop, but no, you had to double down on your dumbassery.” He held his hand out to Silas as he continued “Do you want to explain it to him, sir?”
“Sure Darrius. Berry You threatened and tried to kill your wife, my daughter. I have seen the sworn statements and the photographs. You threatened her children, my grandchildren. Then when offered a way out of all this trouble by letting it drop, you insisted on coming up here and demanding Sheriff Darrius take the children away from their mother who you tried and failed to kill.”
He saw Berry winding himself up for some sore of outburst. “Don’t bother trying to explain. And don’t look over at Darrius. He can’t do anything for you.”
“What do you mean, he can’t do anything? He’s the Sheriff, he’s the law!” Barry screamed.
“Not here, I’m not. I pointed this out at least a dozen times, even made a point of telling you one last time when we passed the signs.” Darrius said in a sad voice.
“So, Berry, do you want to work within the legal system of Clan lands, or should I handle it and judicate it as a Clan Family matter since it was my son-in-law trying to murder my daughter and steal my grandchildren.”
“Darrius! Do something!” Berry pleaded.
“I can’t. He’s all yours, sir.”
“Berry, make up your mind. Within the law, I just hang you. As a family matter, you are entitled to trial by combat against your accuser. You get to make the call.”
Silas heard footsteps behind him in the gravel. He recognized that stride, the gait. He heard her voice.
“Berry, take the rope. It would be fitting since you tried to strangle me. Besides, it will be a lot less painful that what I will do to you.”
Katrina walked up to stand beside her father in front of Berry. Gone were the soft clothes and citified demeanor. Here she stood, all in leather and fur, straight from the training field, blades and tomahawk on her belt.
Silas looked at his daughter, but in her he saw all those before her in her tall lanky frame and her blood red hair, her eyes the color of flint like her grandmother’s. She would look right at home with all those he studied for so long. He was so proud of her.
He looked over at Berry.
“Well?
He looked up from the book he was reading from when the door opened and Seret stepped inside.
“I hate to interrupt the history lessons, but Sherriff Darrius is here, and Barry is with him.”
He looked over at his granddaughters.
“Alright girls. I have to go do some work and you have exercises to do. I’ll pick up the story in seven this evening if you do good at your studies.”
“But grandpa!” Heidi and Kara both protested.
“No ‘buts’. Your bladework is abysmal and you need to fix it before we move on to bows. Your mother was already twelve ranks above where you are at by your age. It’s not your fault though. What will be your fault will be not going and learning. Get your buts moving!” He proclaimed in mock fierceness. They knew it was fake but got the point and rushed out of the room.
After the kids left the room, he stood up and put the book away on the shelf before looking over at Seret.
“I didn’t think Berry was even this dumb.”
“It’s worse. He’s actually standing inside the gate with Darrius, looking all self-righteous and proud, like he’s in control.”
“God! What did Kat ever see in that idiot? Did Darrius say what Barry wanted?”
Seret was nodding and grinning as he spoke, “He’s here for his daughters.”
“He actually said that? Did anyone tell Kat?”
“I sent a runner.”
“Well, I guess I better go talk to Darrius and Berry.” Silas said as he settled his belt and its weapons on his waist.
Down by the Gate
It was a pleasant walk down to the old gate in the stone wall leading out onto the road. He knew this land like the back of his hand, having grown up here all his life. He saw it through many sets of eyes. Before he took over the position of Clan leader, he was its chief historian. He had read the journals backwards and forwards at least ten thousand times and still found new bits when he read them to his children and now his grandchildren.
The thriving fruit and nut orchards he saw as tiny things from Bekka’s descriptions. The hedgerows and stone walls around this inner land, he saw where Bekka and Garen first talked about them. The tunnels under the hill all branched off of the original shooting tunnel here under the house.
Far too soon, his history walk was over, and he came out to where Darrius and Berry were standing just inside the main gate by the guardhouse.
“Darrius, what brings you all the way out here?”
“Well, sir, This Gentleman” he gestured over at Berry “is making demands and accusations and insisted on coming out here to quote ‘fetch his kids that his crazy wife kidnapped’ end quote.”
“What about my eye?!” Barry screamed, pointing to the guaze and tape covered eye.
Silas looked over at Barry, a withering and dismissive glare.
“Shut up idiot. The adults are talking.”
This set Barry off on a tirade.
“Are you going to let him talk to me that way, Sheriff?”
Darrius looked over at Berry. “I sure am. I told you coming here was a mistake and you needed to just shut the **** up and let it all drop, but no, you had to double down on your dumbassery.” He held his hand out to Silas as he continued “Do you want to explain it to him, sir?”
“Sure Darrius. Berry You threatened and tried to kill your wife, my daughter. I have seen the sworn statements and the photographs. You threatened her children, my grandchildren. Then when offered a way out of all this trouble by letting it drop, you insisted on coming up here and demanding Sheriff Darrius take the children away from their mother who you tried and failed to kill.”
He saw Berry winding himself up for some sore of outburst. “Don’t bother trying to explain. And don’t look over at Darrius. He can’t do anything for you.”
“What do you mean, he can’t do anything? He’s the Sheriff, he’s the law!” Barry screamed.
“Not here, I’m not. I pointed this out at least a dozen times, even made a point of telling you one last time when we passed the signs.” Darrius said in a sad voice.
“So, Berry, do you want to work within the legal system of Clan lands, or should I handle it and judicate it as a Clan Family matter since it was my son-in-law trying to murder my daughter and steal my grandchildren.”
“Darrius! Do something!” Berry pleaded.
“I can’t. He’s all yours, sir.”
“Berry, make up your mind. Within the law, I just hang you. As a family matter, you are entitled to trial by combat against your accuser. You get to make the call.”
Silas heard footsteps behind him in the gravel. He recognized that stride, the gait. He heard her voice.
“Berry, take the rope. It would be fitting since you tried to strangle me. Besides, it will be a lot less painful that what I will do to you.”
Katrina walked up to stand beside her father in front of Berry. Gone were the soft clothes and citified demeanor. Here she stood, all in leather and fur, straight from the training field, blades and tomahawk on her belt.
Silas looked at his daughter, but in her he saw all those before her in her tall lanky frame and her blood red hair, her eyes the color of flint like her grandmother’s. She would look right at home with all those he studied for so long. He was so proud of her.
He looked over at Berry.
“Well?
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Memory, not being what it used to be, says the North group is doing ok. Its been a couple of months since Sabines injury. V's have been North (west) for at least a month. Farmers have set up ops and should be prepping for spring planting. I dare say Brodie and "Tenshi" are making progress.
Kingfisher should be able to catch up easily. Veronica is gonna create drama by moving down. Small team moving fast, may draw unwanted attention. Multiple teams in play asks for problems. Then we still have a hostile group south of the Garen compound.
CCG gives little hints that are easy to forget until they slap you and say Hi. And he loves to play us like a flute!
Should be an interesting November waiting for the details!
Kingfisher should be able to catch up easily. Veronica is gonna create drama by moving down. Small team moving fast, may draw unwanted attention. Multiple teams in play asks for problems. Then we still have a hostile group south of the Garen compound.
CCG gives little hints that are easy to forget until they slap you and say Hi. And he loves to play us like a flute!
Should be an interesting November waiting for the details!
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
I'll have to review - I remember a reference to an ill-advised 'Barry' (not Berry) and 'wounded wolverines' but I'm getting on.
Besides, there's way worse things to do . . . . .
ETA:
Where have I left my manners?
Thank you once again to our intrepid creative/editing team for this most excellent contribution to the TB2K Library.
Not sure how you two pull this off against a backdrop of RL these days which makes "Thank You" sound so inadequate.
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Lake Lili
Veteran Member
There are always idiots like Barry out there... best found at the end of a short rope. I had forgotten that earlier post. Thanks for bringing it around again CCG!
...and as for Silas, I would expect that both Vs will be there shortly and there will be a small amount of hell to pay when they are told of the hows it went down. I suspect that seeing how worried/broken her father is about it will go a long way to easing... but words may be said first.
Lili
...and as for Silas, I would expect that both Vs will be there shortly and there will be a small amount of hell to pay when they are told of the hows it went down. I suspect that seeing how worried/broken her father is about it will go a long way to easing... but words may be said first.
Lili
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Pretty much a cert I think
Knighttemplar
Veteran Member
What a team those in the north can put together for the rescue.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
If that happens, the miscreants in the middle would really be 'between a rock & a hard place'. Actually more like between the forging hammer & the anvil - good way to cleanup a neighbourhood.
Knighttemplar
Veteran Member
I have been on offroad runs where a drone is launched from a moving jeep to scout ahead and returns to same moving jeep. We were only moving 10mph but it was impressive none the less. The video was very good and helped to keep us on the correct trail.
CCG is adding a lot of potential horse power at the vet. Motorcycle or helicopter in addition to Mad Max 4x4s? Who gets in trouble and who is in the area to respond is writer discretion. Onto Part 7. I need to remember that new parts are rarely starting at the same point as the previous part. Where on the timeline are we going to bounce?
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Lake Lili
Veteran Member
Totally agree...
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Kiwibutterfly
Contributing Member
Many thanks
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Story - Market Day
Sabine, Andrea and Paige sat around the table. Andrea was next to the radio, still listening in case of traffic, but they were all relaxing and talking. This was the first time it was just them in….they didn’t know when. Everyone else was scattered to the four winds or laid up or resting for...
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
This will be like the end of three/start of four.
we will backtrack a little at another location, then move forward through the point we are at now