feralferret
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Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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sssarawolf
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Another chapter, how wonderful, thank you.
larry_minn
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I may have been security for a wedding, the home while couple on honeymoon at times. As well as funerals. Just requested area UNDER the vault not be checked.
223shootersc
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PacNorWest
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#620
The construction foreman, in charge of digging the underground shooting tunnel, was thinking of taking a shortcut, and digging through the softer dirt of the garden.
It was just his rotten luck that as he prepared to tell the excavator operator to move the hoe and go through the fence; that the owners showed up.
The older woman gave him a look that would strip the paint off the excavator, and he reconsidered, using the two way to stop the giant machine from crushing the garden fence.
Fearless Clora marched right up to the man and said in her very best mother's voice; "we still own this property; we told you specifically that the garden was off limits. You will either follow the guidelines or be removed from this project."
The foreman hesitated and then nodded. His Boss would tear a strip off his hide if he bulled around and lost this plum of a job. At cost plus 10, the boss intended to accrue a nice profit off the government.
"We'll go the intended way the engineer laid out" he radioed the operator. The man in the machine saluted to acknowledge the new order. The operator was snickering silently. Ole Gordon had come up against an immoveable woman, in his plan to shortcut the installation. Turning the hoe back on the route, he stopped long enough to reset the laser coordinates, and listened to the beeping as the machine re-adjusted itself.
Clora sharply said "thank you," and walked away in a huff, If that insufferable man thought he was going to destroy her garden, he had another think coming.
Mark was standing close, in case Clora needed help; but he was pretty sure she had the subject well under control. It tickled him greatly that Clora was still feisty after all the years. She was a treasure.
Gary and Tom were watching, each thinking how wonderful it was, that it wasn't their hides on the line. Ma still had the inclination to shoot first and then ask questions. In that way, she was just like Dad. They suited one another well.
Clora dusted her hands off, picked up her gathering basket and shovel and walked in the garden, deliberately staring at the foreman as she gently shut the gate.
"His life ain't worth a plug nickel," Tom laughed as he unfolded the tarp in the back of the van. "Let's get to work pack mule. You dig and bring me the garden truck, and I;ll set it stored in here."
Mark was a good shovel leaner, and Clora could do some; but Tom was sidelined with his bad hip. That left Gary to do most of the work.
When Don came driving in, Gary was so happy to see another laborer, he could have kissed the scrawny kid. Don might have been scrawny, but he was a good worker, and inder Clora's direction, they dug and pulled the Linderman's food security for the winter.
Clora dug here and there, gathering up all her specialty everlasting garden items. Rhubarb, topset onions, asparagus roots, garlic. The seed filled heads of Orach spinach; what ever she wanted to move to the new place. She clipped Lilac starts, wintergreen, witch hazel and barberry twigs. Then it was the apple and cherry tree shoots, until Tom said they were getting short of room.
Gary and Don had dug all but two rows of potatoes, all the carrots and beets. There were still onions squash and tomatoes; beans and pumpkins to harvest,
"We need side boards for the Kubota trailer," Clora stated her desires. "We need to get the garden harvested as soon as possible. I worry about the potatoes, it's awful early to get them to harden off, but we need to do the best we can."
Gary, Don and Tom had to drive Gary's Jeep back to the house, the van had all the seats down and full of produce.
The silly woman was still cuffed to the front porch , and Tess held the back door open with a scowl on her face.
"It was nice of you to leave a note," she snarled at Gary as he walked by.
"I dare you to say that in front of Ma," he shot right back. "We had no idea where you were, how long did it take you to haul yer ass back home?"
Tess fussed up like a banty hen. Her low, hissed breath was not nice, and Gary shook his finger at her in mocking manner. "Hustle yourself sister, your kids can man the door, we need help."
Clora looked at the sink full of dirty dishes, the dishes still on the table and then Tess. Tess had the grace to look ashamed and looked away. Clora tightened her lips and decided right there and then, that Tess needed a talking too.
Most of the produce went to the shop floor, but some came to the house. Clora sighed hard, drained the cold water out of the sink, and filled more soap and hot water. She started washing and sent a very pointed look at Tess.
Tess sighed as hard as Clora and gathered up the dished from the table, taking them to the sink sideboard. "We need to talk Tess. I need help."
Tom stepped into the conversation. "Mizz Clora, I got a lady that would be proud to come work here. Her name is Miss Bessie, and we are gonna get married. I waz gonna talk to the mister, and I'd be the handyman as soon as I get healed."
"Well Tom, talk to Mark, right now that sounds good." Clora gave her blessing, and Tom hobbled off to find Mark.
The construction foreman, in charge of digging the underground shooting tunnel, was thinking of taking a shortcut, and digging through the softer dirt of the garden.
It was just his rotten luck that as he prepared to tell the excavator operator to move the hoe and go through the fence; that the owners showed up.
The older woman gave him a look that would strip the paint off the excavator, and he reconsidered, using the two way to stop the giant machine from crushing the garden fence.
Fearless Clora marched right up to the man and said in her very best mother's voice; "we still own this property; we told you specifically that the garden was off limits. You will either follow the guidelines or be removed from this project."
The foreman hesitated and then nodded. His Boss would tear a strip off his hide if he bulled around and lost this plum of a job. At cost plus 10, the boss intended to accrue a nice profit off the government.
"We'll go the intended way the engineer laid out" he radioed the operator. The man in the machine saluted to acknowledge the new order. The operator was snickering silently. Ole Gordon had come up against an immoveable woman, in his plan to shortcut the installation. Turning the hoe back on the route, he stopped long enough to reset the laser coordinates, and listened to the beeping as the machine re-adjusted itself.
Clora sharply said "thank you," and walked away in a huff, If that insufferable man thought he was going to destroy her garden, he had another think coming.
Mark was standing close, in case Clora needed help; but he was pretty sure she had the subject well under control. It tickled him greatly that Clora was still feisty after all the years. She was a treasure.
Gary and Tom were watching, each thinking how wonderful it was, that it wasn't their hides on the line. Ma still had the inclination to shoot first and then ask questions. In that way, she was just like Dad. They suited one another well.
Clora dusted her hands off, picked up her gathering basket and shovel and walked in the garden, deliberately staring at the foreman as she gently shut the gate.
"His life ain't worth a plug nickel," Tom laughed as he unfolded the tarp in the back of the van. "Let's get to work pack mule. You dig and bring me the garden truck, and I;ll set it stored in here."
Mark was a good shovel leaner, and Clora could do some; but Tom was sidelined with his bad hip. That left Gary to do most of the work.
When Don came driving in, Gary was so happy to see another laborer, he could have kissed the scrawny kid. Don might have been scrawny, but he was a good worker, and inder Clora's direction, they dug and pulled the Linderman's food security for the winter.
Clora dug here and there, gathering up all her specialty everlasting garden items. Rhubarb, topset onions, asparagus roots, garlic. The seed filled heads of Orach spinach; what ever she wanted to move to the new place. She clipped Lilac starts, wintergreen, witch hazel and barberry twigs. Then it was the apple and cherry tree shoots, until Tom said they were getting short of room.
Gary and Don had dug all but two rows of potatoes, all the carrots and beets. There were still onions squash and tomatoes; beans and pumpkins to harvest,
"We need side boards for the Kubota trailer," Clora stated her desires. "We need to get the garden harvested as soon as possible. I worry about the potatoes, it's awful early to get them to harden off, but we need to do the best we can."
Gary, Don and Tom had to drive Gary's Jeep back to the house, the van had all the seats down and full of produce.
The silly woman was still cuffed to the front porch , and Tess held the back door open with a scowl on her face.
"It was nice of you to leave a note," she snarled at Gary as he walked by.
"I dare you to say that in front of Ma," he shot right back. "We had no idea where you were, how long did it take you to haul yer ass back home?"
Tess fussed up like a banty hen. Her low, hissed breath was not nice, and Gary shook his finger at her in mocking manner. "Hustle yourself sister, your kids can man the door, we need help."
Clora looked at the sink full of dirty dishes, the dishes still on the table and then Tess. Tess had the grace to look ashamed and looked away. Clora tightened her lips and decided right there and then, that Tess needed a talking too.
Most of the produce went to the shop floor, but some came to the house. Clora sighed hard, drained the cold water out of the sink, and filled more soap and hot water. She started washing and sent a very pointed look at Tess.
Tess sighed as hard as Clora and gathered up the dished from the table, taking them to the sink sideboard. "We need to talk Tess. I need help."
Tom stepped into the conversation. "Mizz Clora, I got a lady that would be proud to come work here. Her name is Miss Bessie, and we are gonna get married. I waz gonna talk to the mister, and I'd be the handyman as soon as I get healed."
"Well Tom, talk to Mark, right now that sounds good." Clora gave her blessing, and Tom hobbled off to find Mark.
sssarawolf
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How Tess became a do nothing is surprising. But she came home to live with mom and dad and didn't have to help. Not good.
223shootersc
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PacNorWest
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#621
Breezy looked out the window when the Linderman van pulled in. She noted that Gary and his Jeep were there. She kinda hoped he would wait a bit, before he came over to see her, She and Catherine had at least another hour before they would be done with the crazy woman's trial research.
The next time Breezy looked, all the Linderman's were gone. There was no Gary, no Jeep and no visit. She tried calling, but Gary was either out of range or had his phone turned off. Anxious and a little out of sorts over the fact that she couldn't get ahold of him,and it made Breezy mad.
Ther were the strangest people. They were talking about buying a different property, and bango, in two days they were gone. Breezy had no idea where this new place was, and she had a shiver of fear run up and down her back.
What if Ernie came around, without Gary, she had no protection. Now she really was scared. Breezy reasoned that she shouldn't leave, she was probably safer here, than anywhere else. But that made her feel slightly better than nothing.
One thing about it, she intended to give Gary a good piece of her mind, if she could ever find him. Breezy and Catherine split a can of soup and had crackers and cheese for supper. All the workmen left for the night, and that Big guy came around to check on his horses. Then they were there all alone, by themselves.
The dishes got done, Tom talked to Mark and Miss Bessie was hired, Clora started a pork meatloaf and baked potatoes, and lo and behold, Tess was finishing the mound of dishes herself.
Clora was opening boxes and directing her helpers where to put the kitchen items.
The crazy lady on the porch was calling "yoo hoo" trying to get one of them to come talk to her. Mark shook his head and denied helping the woman.
The crazy lady had come to the recollection that she had told her husband, 'don't call me, I'll call you when I'm ready to come home.' Yeah, she was ready to go home, but she had no way of calling him. Her stunt for the papers didn't seem so much the right thing to do, in retrospect.
She also knew her husband wouldn't come looking for her; she had chewed him up one side and down the other, for not listening to her orders. Her stunt was long past being fun, and besides it was getting dark. She could almost bet her husband was home, reading the paper, sitting in his favorite easy chair with a nice glass of wine. The cook would have dinner ready at any moment. That thought served to remind her that she was hungry.
It was clear that none of the people in the house were going to come out and help her, they were ignoring her as if she weren't even there. Forcing her way and demands on them, hadn't made them give in at all. And it was getting darker.
Gary was busy driving Tom back to Miss Bessie's place in Tom's car. Miss Bessie was coming for a visit to see if she approved of the people, the kitchen and the wage.
Tom was worried that Bessie might be a bit too particular in her independent nature, he had to admit that Bessie didn't seem too flexible in her personality.
Toby slipped some money to a stranger; he was passed a folded piece of paper with an address on it. As soon as the funeral was over, he was going to pay a visit to a man, and he was going to die.
Breezy looked out the window when the Linderman van pulled in. She noted that Gary and his Jeep were there. She kinda hoped he would wait a bit, before he came over to see her, She and Catherine had at least another hour before they would be done with the crazy woman's trial research.
The next time Breezy looked, all the Linderman's were gone. There was no Gary, no Jeep and no visit. She tried calling, but Gary was either out of range or had his phone turned off. Anxious and a little out of sorts over the fact that she couldn't get ahold of him,and it made Breezy mad.
Ther were the strangest people. They were talking about buying a different property, and bango, in two days they were gone. Breezy had no idea where this new place was, and she had a shiver of fear run up and down her back.
What if Ernie came around, without Gary, she had no protection. Now she really was scared. Breezy reasoned that she shouldn't leave, she was probably safer here, than anywhere else. But that made her feel slightly better than nothing.
One thing about it, she intended to give Gary a good piece of her mind, if she could ever find him. Breezy and Catherine split a can of soup and had crackers and cheese for supper. All the workmen left for the night, and that Big guy came around to check on his horses. Then they were there all alone, by themselves.
The dishes got done, Tom talked to Mark and Miss Bessie was hired, Clora started a pork meatloaf and baked potatoes, and lo and behold, Tess was finishing the mound of dishes herself.
Clora was opening boxes and directing her helpers where to put the kitchen items.
The crazy lady on the porch was calling "yoo hoo" trying to get one of them to come talk to her. Mark shook his head and denied helping the woman.
The crazy lady had come to the recollection that she had told her husband, 'don't call me, I'll call you when I'm ready to come home.' Yeah, she was ready to go home, but she had no way of calling him. Her stunt for the papers didn't seem so much the right thing to do, in retrospect.
She also knew her husband wouldn't come looking for her; she had chewed him up one side and down the other, for not listening to her orders. Her stunt was long past being fun, and besides it was getting dark. She could almost bet her husband was home, reading the paper, sitting in his favorite easy chair with a nice glass of wine. The cook would have dinner ready at any moment. That thought served to remind her that she was hungry.
It was clear that none of the people in the house were going to come out and help her, they were ignoring her as if she weren't even there. Forcing her way and demands on them, hadn't made them give in at all. And it was getting darker.
Gary was busy driving Tom back to Miss Bessie's place in Tom's car. Miss Bessie was coming for a visit to see if she approved of the people, the kitchen and the wage.
Tom was worried that Bessie might be a bit too particular in her independent nature, he had to admit that Bessie didn't seem too flexible in her personality.
Toby slipped some money to a stranger; he was passed a folded piece of paper with an address on it. As soon as the funeral was over, he was going to pay a visit to a man, and he was going to die.
feralferret
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Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
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Thank you Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#622
It was a long night. The crazy porch lady sang and yelled and cursed. Finally about 2:30, she was exhausted, cold, hungry and more than a little afraid of the dark. She had no idea there was so much that went in in town, after dark.
There actually were people that were out walking, most had dogs that barked at her. The laughter showed their amusement at her predicament. She hated that. She felt she was entitled to more respect. Truth told, her dignity was suffering greatly. She also was busy building a case about her husband. That lout must know that she had a problem; since she hadn't called him and it was so late.
All night long, there was no husband that showed up to uncuff his badly abused wife. As angry as she was at the people that had stolen her house from her, the house she told them that was hers because she wanted it, they paid her no attention. That was galling, to say the least.
If they were people of quality, such as herself, they would know who she was and treat her with the respect she deserved. But no, they were obviously lower class to be sure, Why, her people had been in Raliegh since before the war. She was southern aristocracy, and no one told her no. Or at least she couldn't remember anyone saying no, to her.
There was a vicious sounding animal that waddled around the grass between the porch and the sidewalk. It hissed and growled, scaring her into a faint. Oh my heavens, she was going to be devoured right where she sat. Then there was a skunk. Those she could recognize because they smelled so horribly. She held her breath and was still as a statue.
If she made it through the night alive, she wanted a long luxurious bath and a nap in her tastefully decorated bedroom. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear a car running, and she had hallucinations about how good it would feel to have the heater on.
It got really cold the closer it got to morning. People were stirring in the house, and soon she could smell sausage cooking. It smelled so good it made her mouth water. No one brought her a smidgen of anything to eat or drink. Her throat was so sore, she couldn't talk, so she suffered and sulked in silence.
Clora had peeked out th front room curtains, surprised the woman was still there. Clora busied herself getting breakfast for the family. They had to get up and get going, they had a funeral to attend.
Gary had brought Tom and his Miss Bessie in late last night, and then she heard Gary's Jeep leave. She supposed he was going to the retreat to be security for Breezy. As much as she didn't want Breezy to stay with them, Clora figured it was inevitable. Thank goodness she could wait until tomorrow to tackle that problem.
By the time Gary got to the retreat, Breezy was so thankful to see him, she forgot to speak her displeasure. There was a car that drove by very slowly, and Breezy was frighted. She just knew Ernie had discovered where she was staying, and was plotting to get her.
Breezy was right on several counts. It was Ernie and Ozzie, they did know where she was staying, and by the fifth or sixth time they drove by, as they were scouting the situation, Gary's Jeep was there.
Ernie was fussed at the implication, but Ozzie was delighted. All the better to kill you, ran in an endless loupe in his mind. A remote location was just right for a home invasion.
It was a long night. The crazy porch lady sang and yelled and cursed. Finally about 2:30, she was exhausted, cold, hungry and more than a little afraid of the dark. She had no idea there was so much that went in in town, after dark.
There actually were people that were out walking, most had dogs that barked at her. The laughter showed their amusement at her predicament. She hated that. She felt she was entitled to more respect. Truth told, her dignity was suffering greatly. She also was busy building a case about her husband. That lout must know that she had a problem; since she hadn't called him and it was so late.
All night long, there was no husband that showed up to uncuff his badly abused wife. As angry as she was at the people that had stolen her house from her, the house she told them that was hers because she wanted it, they paid her no attention. That was galling, to say the least.
If they were people of quality, such as herself, they would know who she was and treat her with the respect she deserved. But no, they were obviously lower class to be sure, Why, her people had been in Raliegh since before the war. She was southern aristocracy, and no one told her no. Or at least she couldn't remember anyone saying no, to her.
There was a vicious sounding animal that waddled around the grass between the porch and the sidewalk. It hissed and growled, scaring her into a faint. Oh my heavens, she was going to be devoured right where she sat. Then there was a skunk. Those she could recognize because they smelled so horribly. She held her breath and was still as a statue.
If she made it through the night alive, she wanted a long luxurious bath and a nap in her tastefully decorated bedroom. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear a car running, and she had hallucinations about how good it would feel to have the heater on.
It got really cold the closer it got to morning. People were stirring in the house, and soon she could smell sausage cooking. It smelled so good it made her mouth water. No one brought her a smidgen of anything to eat or drink. Her throat was so sore, she couldn't talk, so she suffered and sulked in silence.
Clora had peeked out th front room curtains, surprised the woman was still there. Clora busied herself getting breakfast for the family. They had to get up and get going, they had a funeral to attend.
Gary had brought Tom and his Miss Bessie in late last night, and then she heard Gary's Jeep leave. She supposed he was going to the retreat to be security for Breezy. As much as she didn't want Breezy to stay with them, Clora figured it was inevitable. Thank goodness she could wait until tomorrow to tackle that problem.
By the time Gary got to the retreat, Breezy was so thankful to see him, she forgot to speak her displeasure. There was a car that drove by very slowly, and Breezy was frighted. She just knew Ernie had discovered where she was staying, and was plotting to get her.
Breezy was right on several counts. It was Ernie and Ozzie, they did know where she was staying, and by the fifth or sixth time they drove by, as they were scouting the situation, Gary's Jeep was there.
Ernie was fussed at the implication, but Ozzie was delighted. All the better to kill you, ran in an endless loupe in his mind. A remote location was just right for a home invasion.
223shootersc
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Go ahead and break in on Gary. Too funny, thanks PAc!
sssarawolf
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Many thank Pac. Oh won't those 2 murdering skunks be surprised.
PacNorWest
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#623
Ernie wasn't sure he was ready to break in to the house he suspected Breezy and that Gary character were in.
For all Ernie's reluctance to commit to tonight, Ozzie had prepped himself into believing he was invincible for the job.. With the help of a few white lines of his 'strength into glory' booster; he was ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Besides, there was a tidy sum waiting for him, when the deed was done. The stinkin money Ernie was offering, was a pittance compared to the man that had offered. thousands.
However, to keep on Ernie's good side, Ozzie was prepared to accept his money, least Ernie come to the conclusion that he, Ozzie, would do occasional jobs for free.
Gary had been alerted to the car by Breezy, and he checked and loaded Dad's pistol. The one he had conveniently 'forgot' to return. Whatever that Ernie thought he would accomplish by putting Breezy through his campaign of terror was going to stop.
Ernie coasted to the gate with his lights off. Between the two of them, they had committed to memory the layout of the gate, fence and the relationship to the house they intended to enter.
Ernie had his pistol, but at the last minute he chickened out, claiming that one of them needed to keep the car running for a quick getaway.
Ozzie snorted in disgust. That was just like that sniveling Ernie. He was a great one for coming up with all these good ideas, and then crafty at getting someone else to do the dirty work. Well, this was gonna cost Ernie, bigtime.
Ozzie eased out of the car, closing the door so the overhead light was off. That stupid Ernie, leaving a bulb in the light. It sure was dark out here. No moon, no outside lights, just a faint glow from the house to guide him in.
Gary was waiting next to the garden fence. He watched the dark form he presumed to be Ernie, sneak along the open ditch. The first time the dark form knew anyone was around, was when he felt the knife plunge deep into his belly. There was a slight gurgling sound and a muted gaaah, and the form slumped over, falling into the mound of dirt along side the ditch.
Damation, it wasn't Ernie. Gary was swearing under his breath, who was this piece of crap, and where was Ernie. Well, he knew what to do with the body, the gators in the swamp were right handy and always hungry.
It wasn't much to deduce that Ernie was the driver, still in the car he could hear purring quietly. Gary wiped his knife on the pants leg of the dead man and began the stealthy movement toward the car. If it wasn't Ernie, whoever it was would die just the same.
Ernie wasn't sure he was ready to break in to the house he suspected Breezy and that Gary character were in.
For all Ernie's reluctance to commit to tonight, Ozzie had prepped himself into believing he was invincible for the job.. With the help of a few white lines of his 'strength into glory' booster; he was ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Besides, there was a tidy sum waiting for him, when the deed was done. The stinkin money Ernie was offering, was a pittance compared to the man that had offered. thousands.
However, to keep on Ernie's good side, Ozzie was prepared to accept his money, least Ernie come to the conclusion that he, Ozzie, would do occasional jobs for free.
Gary had been alerted to the car by Breezy, and he checked and loaded Dad's pistol. The one he had conveniently 'forgot' to return. Whatever that Ernie thought he would accomplish by putting Breezy through his campaign of terror was going to stop.
Ernie coasted to the gate with his lights off. Between the two of them, they had committed to memory the layout of the gate, fence and the relationship to the house they intended to enter.
Ernie had his pistol, but at the last minute he chickened out, claiming that one of them needed to keep the car running for a quick getaway.
Ozzie snorted in disgust. That was just like that sniveling Ernie. He was a great one for coming up with all these good ideas, and then crafty at getting someone else to do the dirty work. Well, this was gonna cost Ernie, bigtime.
Ozzie eased out of the car, closing the door so the overhead light was off. That stupid Ernie, leaving a bulb in the light. It sure was dark out here. No moon, no outside lights, just a faint glow from the house to guide him in.
Gary was waiting next to the garden fence. He watched the dark form he presumed to be Ernie, sneak along the open ditch. The first time the dark form knew anyone was around, was when he felt the knife plunge deep into his belly. There was a slight gurgling sound and a muted gaaah, and the form slumped over, falling into the mound of dirt along side the ditch.
Damation, it wasn't Ernie. Gary was swearing under his breath, who was this piece of crap, and where was Ernie. Well, he knew what to do with the body, the gators in the swamp were right handy and always hungry.
It wasn't much to deduce that Ernie was the driver, still in the car he could hear purring quietly. Gary wiped his knife on the pants leg of the dead man and began the stealthy movement toward the car. If it wasn't Ernie, whoever it was would die just the same.
223shootersc
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Two for one sale. I like it! Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
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I hope he gets ol ernie
larry_minn
Contributing Member
Ernie is a cockroach. Dang hard to kill.
PacNorWest
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#624
Gary was almost to the car, when the driver put the car in gear and did a turn around.It about gave Gary a heart attack, thinking the vehicle was going to leave. But no, for whatever reason, the driver stepped on the brake, backed up with the backup lights on, and then settled down to wait for the first felon to finish his deed.
Gary had flattened himself as close to the ground as he could get. The driver must be a real dumb one; for not looking in his rear view mirror. Gary would have been easily illuminated, that was such a close call, he was still shakey.
Ernie lit a cigarette, and opened his window,
He felt the beginning of the cut across his throat, and several twitches later, he slumped across the steering wheel, his life blood pouring out in his lap.
As he surveyed the scene, Gary concluded he had been hasty and now had a terrible problem.
How was he going to get the bodies and the car down to the swamp without getting himself covered in blood, Blood that was sure to excite the type of questions, he didn't want to answer.
Thinking quickly, he did the only solution he could think of. He stripped his clothes off and accomplished moving the first body into the back seat of the car. Ernie, he drug over to the passenger's side, That rat faced little ferret wouldn't bother Breezy again.
Ernie was a very thoughtful h home invader. He had rope, duct tape, big trash bags and gloves in the back seat. Gary heaved a sigh of relief as he spread the large black plastic on the driver's seat. The thought of sitting naked in the pool pf warm blood made him want to heave.
Now, he had to get the car down to the swamp Picking the gloves up with the point of his knife, he put the gloves on, and drove slowly in the darkness past the main house and down the hald mile of road to the swamp.
He went off the road a couple of time as it was so doggone dark. Around the curve from the house, he turned the lights on and sped away to the blind corner where so many cars had wrecked before.
Opening the car doors so the gators could easily access the nice bloody bodies,he placed Ernie's foot on the gas and pulled the body to put pressure on the feed.
The motor started racing and Gary bent over and pulled the automatic transmission in gear. He tried jumping back out of the way but he got a solid wack from the open back seat door.
His right side was feeling like smashd potatoes, and he limped slowly back to the retreat gate. It was tough walking in the grass along side the road, but he didn't want to leave prints in the road dust.
Gary as just inside the retreat gate, when a car came around the far corner, headed towards the swamp. Once again he lay flat in the hide by the gate, until the car passed. He wanted to run and scoop up his clothes, but there was no running in the shape he was in. Gary stumbled around open gravel towards the barn. He needed a shower right away, and the barn apartment was his goal.
He was showered and back in his clothes in fifteen minutes, and listened to the sounds of sirens. Conflicted at the rapid discovery, it was plain rotten luck that the car was discovered so soon. He hoped the gators would have been johnny on the spot, dragging the bodies into the swamp.
Soon many vehicles were using the road, and that was a blessing, erasing the tracks Ernie had made turning around. Now, there was only one problem left. The spot where he had knifed the first intruder. There was most likely blood on the ground, but how was he going to locate it with out calling attention to the fact he was searching for something.
Deciding that offence was the best defense, Gary went to the gate and flagged down the next police car. Of course, it was tall and short, the men that had investigated the arson of Breezy's house.
Once they identified him, they were very chatty.
Gary was almost to the car, when the driver put the car in gear and did a turn around.It about gave Gary a heart attack, thinking the vehicle was going to leave. But no, for whatever reason, the driver stepped on the brake, backed up with the backup lights on, and then settled down to wait for the first felon to finish his deed.
Gary had flattened himself as close to the ground as he could get. The driver must be a real dumb one; for not looking in his rear view mirror. Gary would have been easily illuminated, that was such a close call, he was still shakey.
Ernie lit a cigarette, and opened his window,
He felt the beginning of the cut across his throat, and several twitches later, he slumped across the steering wheel, his life blood pouring out in his lap.
As he surveyed the scene, Gary concluded he had been hasty and now had a terrible problem.
How was he going to get the bodies and the car down to the swamp without getting himself covered in blood, Blood that was sure to excite the type of questions, he didn't want to answer.
Thinking quickly, he did the only solution he could think of. He stripped his clothes off and accomplished moving the first body into the back seat of the car. Ernie, he drug over to the passenger's side, That rat faced little ferret wouldn't bother Breezy again.
Ernie was a very thoughtful h home invader. He had rope, duct tape, big trash bags and gloves in the back seat. Gary heaved a sigh of relief as he spread the large black plastic on the driver's seat. The thought of sitting naked in the pool pf warm blood made him want to heave.
Now, he had to get the car down to the swamp Picking the gloves up with the point of his knife, he put the gloves on, and drove slowly in the darkness past the main house and down the hald mile of road to the swamp.
He went off the road a couple of time as it was so doggone dark. Around the curve from the house, he turned the lights on and sped away to the blind corner where so many cars had wrecked before.
Opening the car doors so the gators could easily access the nice bloody bodies,he placed Ernie's foot on the gas and pulled the body to put pressure on the feed.
The motor started racing and Gary bent over and pulled the automatic transmission in gear. He tried jumping back out of the way but he got a solid wack from the open back seat door.
His right side was feeling like smashd potatoes, and he limped slowly back to the retreat gate. It was tough walking in the grass along side the road, but he didn't want to leave prints in the road dust.
Gary as just inside the retreat gate, when a car came around the far corner, headed towards the swamp. Once again he lay flat in the hide by the gate, until the car passed. He wanted to run and scoop up his clothes, but there was no running in the shape he was in. Gary stumbled around open gravel towards the barn. He needed a shower right away, and the barn apartment was his goal.
He was showered and back in his clothes in fifteen minutes, and listened to the sounds of sirens. Conflicted at the rapid discovery, it was plain rotten luck that the car was discovered so soon. He hoped the gators would have been johnny on the spot, dragging the bodies into the swamp.
Soon many vehicles were using the road, and that was a blessing, erasing the tracks Ernie had made turning around. Now, there was only one problem left. The spot where he had knifed the first intruder. There was most likely blood on the ground, but how was he going to locate it with out calling attention to the fact he was searching for something.
Deciding that offence was the best defense, Gary went to the gate and flagged down the next police car. Of course, it was tall and short, the men that had investigated the arson of Breezy's house.
Once they identified him, they were very chatty.
sssarawolf
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Whooooeee hope Gary didn't blow it, could be close. Thank you Pac. I sure needed a break with a nice chapter 
feralferret
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Thanks, Pac!
223shootersc
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steamroller
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Nice to see Ernie got taken care of
larry_minn
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Bodies torn apart, weeks old are less likely to give easy cause of death. First guy could be legal self defense. 2nd…
PacNorWest
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#625
Tall and short let him know that a car with two bodies had been found in the swamp. At least they suspected there were two, the mangled remains of gator's supper were difficult to identify.
"You sure you didn't hear anything?" Short was a little suspicious.
"Nope," Gary was positive. "Sometimes we hear horns honking when they go off in the swamp, but there was nothing tonight. Any idea who the poor jerks might be?"
The one guy's face wasn't torn up too much, and he was Id'd as a Ozzie Pertil. A two bit criminal, that always walked on the dark side. Those gators were fairly riled, you ever get any around here?" Tall recounted.
"Occasionally, I think three all the years we've been here. We actually have more problems with the wild hogs, our Ma gets blistering hot when they get in the garden, she sure does get mad." Gary lapsed into thought. That was the alibi he was looking for. A wild hog carcass dumped on the spot where the first invader was killed, would explain the puddles of blood.
Now, all he had to do was get rid of the two gabby officers and go get a hog. Gary figured it must be close to midnight, so he had about five hours before daylight and complications from the construction crew.
If the talkative men would leave, he would be able to inspect the amount of blood, but they seemed happy to sit an gab. Gary played it cool, leaning over the open window with his hand on the roof of the squad car.
He waited patiently until a voice crackled over the radio, asking where their location was. Short answered, telling the voice they were checking with the adjacent landowner, to see if he had seen or noticed and disturbance.
"We need help, come on down," the voice crackled again. "This is looking more and more like a murder/suicide episode." the voice signed off, and Short sighed hard. "I hate these kinds of investigations. They take forever and never go anywhere."
Gary made sympatric noises, agreeing with the plight of the beleaguered officers.
"Well, see ya around, we always meet at the most interesting places," Talls tone of voice was almost not friendly, but accusing, like Gary was the cause of all their troubles and inconveniences.
"Don't let me be the cause of a chewing out," Gary slapped the top of the car and stepped back as to let the men get gone.
To further his dismissal, he started back to the house, leaving the chatty officers no choice but to drive on. His flashlight illuminated a good sized pool of stained dirt, so he needed to get a hog soon.
Breezy was at the window, looking for information and shining a weak light out into the darkness.
Gary stopped long enough to tell her what he knew and the fact that he would be out on guard duty all nigh, patrolling against Ernie.
"Is it alright to go to bed?" Breezy was anxious.
"Absolutely, he won't come around with all the cop cars near here. I'll be out and about, so don't come outside until daylight."
"Ok, if you're sure."
"I am, go to bed sweetie," and Gary smiled and blew her a kiss. He walked back into the night and headed for the back pasture. He needed to find a hog,
Tall and short let him know that a car with two bodies had been found in the swamp. At least they suspected there were two, the mangled remains of gator's supper were difficult to identify.
"You sure you didn't hear anything?" Short was a little suspicious.
"Nope," Gary was positive. "Sometimes we hear horns honking when they go off in the swamp, but there was nothing tonight. Any idea who the poor jerks might be?"
The one guy's face wasn't torn up too much, and he was Id'd as a Ozzie Pertil. A two bit criminal, that always walked on the dark side. Those gators were fairly riled, you ever get any around here?" Tall recounted.
"Occasionally, I think three all the years we've been here. We actually have more problems with the wild hogs, our Ma gets blistering hot when they get in the garden, she sure does get mad." Gary lapsed into thought. That was the alibi he was looking for. A wild hog carcass dumped on the spot where the first invader was killed, would explain the puddles of blood.
Now, all he had to do was get rid of the two gabby officers and go get a hog. Gary figured it must be close to midnight, so he had about five hours before daylight and complications from the construction crew.
If the talkative men would leave, he would be able to inspect the amount of blood, but they seemed happy to sit an gab. Gary played it cool, leaning over the open window with his hand on the roof of the squad car.
He waited patiently until a voice crackled over the radio, asking where their location was. Short answered, telling the voice they were checking with the adjacent landowner, to see if he had seen or noticed and disturbance.
"We need help, come on down," the voice crackled again. "This is looking more and more like a murder/suicide episode." the voice signed off, and Short sighed hard. "I hate these kinds of investigations. They take forever and never go anywhere."
Gary made sympatric noises, agreeing with the plight of the beleaguered officers.
"Well, see ya around, we always meet at the most interesting places," Talls tone of voice was almost not friendly, but accusing, like Gary was the cause of all their troubles and inconveniences.
"Don't let me be the cause of a chewing out," Gary slapped the top of the car and stepped back as to let the men get gone.
To further his dismissal, he started back to the house, leaving the chatty officers no choice but to drive on. His flashlight illuminated a good sized pool of stained dirt, so he needed to get a hog soon.
Breezy was at the window, looking for information and shining a weak light out into the darkness.
Gary stopped long enough to tell her what he knew and the fact that he would be out on guard duty all nigh, patrolling against Ernie.
"Is it alright to go to bed?" Breezy was anxious.
"Absolutely, he won't come around with all the cop cars near here. I'll be out and about, so don't come outside until daylight."
"Ok, if you're sure."
"I am, go to bed sweetie," and Gary smiled and blew her a kiss. He walked back into the night and headed for the back pasture. He needed to find a hog,
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Many thanks Pac.
We have the screen door put on the porch now and a OSB wall built where we had bathroom pipes leaking and fixed. What a day. Luckily we had left over board form another project. Now all we need to do is paint. He made it so we can take the bottom board off if we need to get to the shut offs.
We have the screen door put on the porch now and a OSB wall built where we had bathroom pipes leaking and fixed. What a day. Luckily we had left over board form another project. Now all we need to do is paint. He made it so we can take the bottom board off if we need to get to the shut offs.
223shootersc
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Thanks Pac! Where's a hawg when you need one?
PacNorWest
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#626
Gary was cursing under his breath. Wouldn't you know, but tonight seemed to be a 'hog-less' night. Any other time and the little squealers would be fighting to get to the garden, so where were they when a person needed them.
Gary hunted hard, stopping every so often to listen for hog sounds. It was almost daylight when he found what he wanted, An old sow and a herd of half grown piglets. The almost silent pffft of the suppressed Contender sounded loud to Gary, but the herd barely paid notice. Another shot and he had two of the little porkers.
It was a good plan, right up to the time he tried to pick up the pigs and found he couldn'tlift either one. He could drag them however, and that was the last resort. Gary drug the two carcasses until the edge of the forest, and then decided to get a wheelbarrow from the barn to move them to the dirt ridge.
However there was no wheelbarrow in the barn. When the majority moved, they slicked up all the tools and items. Gary gritted his teeth and made it to the ridge with one hog. That was going to have to be enough. He hurt so bad, there was no moving the second one.
He limped back to the barn apartment to clean up once again. Sitting in a straight chair, his eyes drooped in fatigue and pain. That car door had really done a number on him. He took his shirt off to look in the mirror at the back side of his ribs. There was blood on the back of his cammo patterned shirt and some on his pants.
More fumbling around in the shower, scrubbing his shirt in cold water. If he left his shirt tail out, that would cover the marks on his pants. Gary supposed he had a couple of broken ribs, from the way they felt. What rotten luck.
He wrung his shirt out, flapped most of the wrinkles out of ut and struggled into it. The wet coldness felt good against the heat of his injured side. He was so uncomfortable; he couldn't find any way to ease the trickles of stabbing pain.
There was no bed in the apartment, just the chair, so he needed to use a bed at Breezy's.
Gary was cursing under his breath. Wouldn't you know, but tonight seemed to be a 'hog-less' night. Any other time and the little squealers would be fighting to get to the garden, so where were they when a person needed them.
Gary hunted hard, stopping every so often to listen for hog sounds. It was almost daylight when he found what he wanted, An old sow and a herd of half grown piglets. The almost silent pffft of the suppressed Contender sounded loud to Gary, but the herd barely paid notice. Another shot and he had two of the little porkers.
It was a good plan, right up to the time he tried to pick up the pigs and found he couldn'tlift either one. He could drag them however, and that was the last resort. Gary drug the two carcasses until the edge of the forest, and then decided to get a wheelbarrow from the barn to move them to the dirt ridge.
However there was no wheelbarrow in the barn. When the majority moved, they slicked up all the tools and items. Gary gritted his teeth and made it to the ridge with one hog. That was going to have to be enough. He hurt so bad, there was no moving the second one.
He limped back to the barn apartment to clean up once again. Sitting in a straight chair, his eyes drooped in fatigue and pain. That car door had really done a number on him. He took his shirt off to look in the mirror at the back side of his ribs. There was blood on the back of his cammo patterned shirt and some on his pants.
More fumbling around in the shower, scrubbing his shirt in cold water. If he left his shirt tail out, that would cover the marks on his pants. Gary supposed he had a couple of broken ribs, from the way they felt. What rotten luck.
He wrung his shirt out, flapped most of the wrinkles out of ut and struggled into it. The wet coldness felt good against the heat of his injured side. He was so uncomfortable; he couldn't find any way to ease the trickles of stabbing pain.
There was no bed in the apartment, just the chair, so he needed to use a bed at Breezy's.
feralferret
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Thank you, Pac!
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Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
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#626b
Gary begged a bed from Breezy, and she agreed, only she wouldn't let him in the bed with his wet clothes.
"Breezy, I really don't want you to see my injuries, I got rolled by an old sow, and it's not a pretty sight. Besides, I'm not gonna dress down to my skivvies with you standing around gawking at me."
"I believe you will do just exactly what I tell you to do." Breezy was confident that Gary was in no shape to be protesting about anything, She was right, he wasn't..
Breezy had to help him peel the wet shirt off his back, as he couldn't lift his right arm. Her sudden intake of breath told Gary that his fears had been correct.
Bravely, she didn't say anything, and he told her to turn around while he dropped his pants. Breezy tried to get his boots off as Gary was sitting on the bed. They came off when Gary passed out when she gave a sharp jerk on the last boot.
She pulled his feet up on the bed, and covered him with the sheet. Phew, it was really hot in the room, even though the air conditioner was running,
That was some hunk of a man in her bed. He looked, smelled and had muscles in places she had only seen on TV. Breezy was fanning herself to cool off when she walked into the kitchen.
Catherine took one look at her and burst out laughing. "I take it, that was your very own Chippendale?" she teased.
"Oh yeah, my goodness, I believe I've led a sheltered life," Breezy teased back. "He's hurt bad and finally passed out. I hope his mother gets here soon, she'll know what to do with that gash on his back, and his whole right side is black and blue."
id he say what happened?" the law student asked.
"Gary said he had been rolled by a mother pig."
"Really? those things are very dangerous, they kill people with their tusks." Catherine said with admiration at Gary's bravery. "I see there is a pig out by the ditch, but it couldn't have been that one, it's too small."
"Gracious, I didn't realize we were in such danger out here. We'll just have to careful, I hope we are where Ernie can;t find us, although last night there was a car driving slowly by here." Breezy made coffee and put cereal and milk on the table.
"Those sirens and cars didn't wake you up?" Catherine could hardly believe the woman had slept through all that racket.
"No, Gary told me the night was safe and to go to bed, So I did." Breezy didn't see any reason to worry when Gary was her protector.
The work day got started when the construction crew pulled in the driveway, and there were some yells when the pig was discovered. The hoe operator scooped up the one hog and headed for the woods, there he discovered the second carcass and took both back into the woods and buried them.
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Gary begged a bed from Breezy, and she agreed, only she wouldn't let him in the bed with his wet clothes.
"Breezy, I really don't want you to see my injuries, I got rolled by an old sow, and it's not a pretty sight. Besides, I'm not gonna dress down to my skivvies with you standing around gawking at me."
"I believe you will do just exactly what I tell you to do." Breezy was confident that Gary was in no shape to be protesting about anything, She was right, he wasn't..
Breezy had to help him peel the wet shirt off his back, as he couldn't lift his right arm. Her sudden intake of breath told Gary that his fears had been correct.
Bravely, she didn't say anything, and he told her to turn around while he dropped his pants. Breezy tried to get his boots off as Gary was sitting on the bed. They came off when Gary passed out when she gave a sharp jerk on the last boot.
She pulled his feet up on the bed, and covered him with the sheet. Phew, it was really hot in the room, even though the air conditioner was running,
That was some hunk of a man in her bed. He looked, smelled and had muscles in places she had only seen on TV. Breezy was fanning herself to cool off when she walked into the kitchen.
Catherine took one look at her and burst out laughing. "I take it, that was your very own Chippendale?" she teased.
"Oh yeah, my goodness, I believe I've led a sheltered life," Breezy teased back. "He's hurt bad and finally passed out. I hope his mother gets here soon, she'll know what to do with that gash on his back, and his whole right side is black and blue."
id he say what happened?" the law student asked."Gary said he had been rolled by a mother pig."
"Really? those things are very dangerous, they kill people with their tusks." Catherine said with admiration at Gary's bravery. "I see there is a pig out by the ditch, but it couldn't have been that one, it's too small."
"Gracious, I didn't realize we were in such danger out here. We'll just have to careful, I hope we are where Ernie can;t find us, although last night there was a car driving slowly by here." Breezy made coffee and put cereal and milk on the table.
"Those sirens and cars didn't wake you up?" Catherine could hardly believe the woman had slept through all that racket.
"No, Gary told me the night was safe and to go to bed, So I did." Breezy didn't see any reason to worry when Gary was her protector.
The work day got started when the construction crew pulled in the driveway, and there were some yells when the pig was discovered. The hoe operator scooped up the one hog and headed for the woods, there he discovered the second carcass and took both back into the woods and buried them.
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feralferret
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I wonder what Clora will have to say when she gets there.
Thanks, Pac.
Thanks, Pac.