223shootersc
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Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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sssarawolf
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Time for Gary to get someone to look at his injurie's that knows something.
PacNorWest
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#627
Clora got her family ready for the funeral. She and Tess had dark navy blue dresses, and the men wore black pants and white shirts and black vests. Tom and Miss Bessie declined to go, citing a desire to go get a marriage license. The look that Clora gave Tom promised the retribution of the ages if she found out they had been fooling around.
Tom merely smiled and said nothing. Later, Clora complained to Mark that her 'look' must be fading with age; it didn't inspire fear like it used to.
Mark chuckled and said, "don't count on it", and went to hang up his good clothes.
"The funeral was, ..... interesting," he remarked." Rennie's Dad sure caused a stir when he demanded Toby give him the body. Toby must have had an idea that something like that was going to happen, considering the amount of security that was present. I wonder how all those relatives of Rennie's knew about the funeral. From her Dad, I suppose. He's a strange one, didn't seem to have any emotion at all; excerpt when he was arrested on suspicion of murder."
"I get the impression he was responsible," Clora said slowly , "I also get the feeling that someone else is also directly involved. Someone unknown. I've never seen such lovely flowers, and so many of them. Did you notice that Toby kept Lyric and Barry hidden as soon as he was told Cameron was entering the chapel, There must be something we haven't been told, about the entire situation."
"Perhaps it's associated with the strange messages I've been getting on the computer. The authorization code looks authentic, but it flashes and then disappears That's not normal procedure. I haven't opened any of them, and wont until I have an expert come look at them."
Mark looked at Clora, and it was clear she had something troublesome on her mind. He didn't think she heard a word of what he said.
"Mark, this really isn't the time, but we need to have a discussion concerning Tess, I'm not sure what her problem is, but it's altering her personality. The boy's are acting strange, and they look at her strangely when she speaks to them. Like they aren't sure if she means it, or not .Like they expected her to change her mind."
"Ahh, I haven't really noticed." He looked around in a panic. "Is she sick, or something?"
Clora got her family ready for the funeral. She and Tess had dark navy blue dresses, and the men wore black pants and white shirts and black vests. Tom and Miss Bessie declined to go, citing a desire to go get a marriage license. The look that Clora gave Tom promised the retribution of the ages if she found out they had been fooling around.
Tom merely smiled and said nothing. Later, Clora complained to Mark that her 'look' must be fading with age; it didn't inspire fear like it used to.
Mark chuckled and said, "don't count on it", and went to hang up his good clothes.
"The funeral was, ..... interesting," he remarked." Rennie's Dad sure caused a stir when he demanded Toby give him the body. Toby must have had an idea that something like that was going to happen, considering the amount of security that was present. I wonder how all those relatives of Rennie's knew about the funeral. From her Dad, I suppose. He's a strange one, didn't seem to have any emotion at all; excerpt when he was arrested on suspicion of murder."
"I get the impression he was responsible," Clora said slowly , "I also get the feeling that someone else is also directly involved. Someone unknown. I've never seen such lovely flowers, and so many of them. Did you notice that Toby kept Lyric and Barry hidden as soon as he was told Cameron was entering the chapel, There must be something we haven't been told, about the entire situation."
"Perhaps it's associated with the strange messages I've been getting on the computer. The authorization code looks authentic, but it flashes and then disappears That's not normal procedure. I haven't opened any of them, and wont until I have an expert come look at them."
Mark looked at Clora, and it was clear she had something troublesome on her mind. He didn't think she heard a word of what he said.
"Mark, this really isn't the time, but we need to have a discussion concerning Tess, I'm not sure what her problem is, but it's altering her personality. The boy's are acting strange, and they look at her strangely when she speaks to them. Like they aren't sure if she means it, or not .Like they expected her to change her mind."
"Ahh, I haven't really noticed." He looked around in a panic. "Is she sick, or something?"
223shootersc
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sssarawolf
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So has Tess been chipped? Thank you Pac.
larry_minn
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Anyone smart. Would know this is a family to leave alone. If you are not a threat. They are no danger to anyone. Even criminals.
Just like any territorial animal. You don’t threaten them, they’re children. You stay away. You are in little danger.
Just like any territorial animal. You don’t threaten them, they’re children. You stay away. You are in little danger.
PacNorWest
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#628
"Well," Clora prevaricated, "it's a kind of sickness. I feel that she's at war with herself. Plain and sm,ple, she doesn't want to give up her dream of being a doctor; but deep down in her heart, she knows that being a mother and raising her boys is actually the most important thing in her life. I have faith in her ability to make the correct decision, but Mark, it's a tough one."
"Oh,"
"Woody is a complication. Both of them are obligated for more than they have time to accomplish, but I also know that it's a remarkable feeling to have a person interested in you, and you alone."
"You don't say." Mark said with a remarkable 'wolfish emphasis. "I remember Borg telling me that you weren't interested in a broken down soldier, and how I wanted to fall into a deep dark pit, over what I thought was your rejection. The afternoon I came to see you, took more courage on my part, than any battle I've ever been in. And then, there you were; run over by that monster Inky and dropped at my feet. You smiled at me, and I felt ten feet tall."
"Ten feet, huh." Clora smiled and put her arms around Mark. "Only God can know the blessing HE gave to me, in you. I hadn't heard a word from you or Borg in over a year, I prayed, and then I slowly came to the conclusion that I wasn't your type, and you had moved on. My heart couldn't let you go, but when I tried to contact you, I ran into dead ends. I am so thankful that you had the courage to come see me. Have I ever told you that you make my heart sing such beautiful music."
Two worn out and loving people held one another in a close, heart filling embrace.
"Hey there Cowboy," Clora whispered in his ear, "what's a nice guy like you doing in a joint like this?" she teased softly.
"Lookin to get me a little filly, why else would I be here?" Marl rose to the challenge, "I heard there was a filly that needed a home. She was a might skittish and wary, but came from good blood lines, and besides she could shoot. I needed a woman like that."
They chuckled together in a loving way, content to stand with arms entwined. Every time they lost a clan member, it created a heart hurt, a difficulty to overcome with prayer and obedience to the word.
Rubbing her cheek against his freshly shaven one, Clora smelled the bay rum aftershave and sighed contentedly. The moment could have gotten serious, if there hadn't been running feet, and cries of "Grandma, Grandpa, somebody's here."
Mark said, : "it was bad enough that all our kids would interrupt us, now the grandkids are taking over."
Clora smiled and kissed her man. She was sure that Mark needed one, and so did she.
The crazy porch lady was ready to give up. There didn't seem to be anything she could do, to disturb the occupants in the house. They had left all dressed up, and were finally back five hours later.
Her miserable husband hadn't shown up, and now she was in a problem with a full bladder. She was ready to give up, when the TV reporter pulled up in the news van.
They were doing a follow up on human interest stories, The reporter seemed surprised that she was still cuffed to the stair railing.
Shoving the microphone in her face, he asked how she was going to get loose. It was apparent he was laughing at her predicament. when he asked if she wanted to make a statement.
"Is there someone that you would like us to call? he inquired with a big grin.
She whispered "yes."
"And who might that be?" he kept pushing. "Please speak up so our microphone can catch what you are saying. Please repeat his name a little louder, we didn't get it the first time."
"Penrod Eddington," she snapped. "You know full well you heard his name the first time. What is this? An attempt to embarrass me before the whole town?"
"No Ma'am. I don't believe we have had to do anything along those lines. I believe you handled that all by yourself."
She could have kicked him, had he been in range. Pen was going to be greatly disturbed by having his name broadcast all over town. He set a good store by his old and privileged name, and she could almost bet this stunt was going to be worth a scolding.
She would have given that reporter a good piece of her mind, ... except the fight seemed to have gone out of her. She was just plain miserable, and she wanted to go home.
Toby, Milo and Don formed a three man dark and furious force at the funeral. Toby made it through because his brothers, one on each side, stood with him. That absolutely ridiculous request Cameron made by barging into the service and demanding he be given Rennie's body was an event Toby had prepared for. He also had police presence, ready to arrest the man on suspicion of murder. The rest of the law was there to handle the expected crowd of shirt tail relations Toby had expected Cam Cooper would bring with him.
Toby felt they would try and take Rennie's body by force, the why wasn't important, but they were arrested for the mob scene they caused, all the same.
"I intend to press full charges,:" Toby told the police captain, "on every single one of them."
"Well," Clora prevaricated, "it's a kind of sickness. I feel that she's at war with herself. Plain and sm,ple, she doesn't want to give up her dream of being a doctor; but deep down in her heart, she knows that being a mother and raising her boys is actually the most important thing in her life. I have faith in her ability to make the correct decision, but Mark, it's a tough one."
"Oh,"
"Woody is a complication. Both of them are obligated for more than they have time to accomplish, but I also know that it's a remarkable feeling to have a person interested in you, and you alone."
"You don't say." Mark said with a remarkable 'wolfish emphasis. "I remember Borg telling me that you weren't interested in a broken down soldier, and how I wanted to fall into a deep dark pit, over what I thought was your rejection. The afternoon I came to see you, took more courage on my part, than any battle I've ever been in. And then, there you were; run over by that monster Inky and dropped at my feet. You smiled at me, and I felt ten feet tall."
"Ten feet, huh." Clora smiled and put her arms around Mark. "Only God can know the blessing HE gave to me, in you. I hadn't heard a word from you or Borg in over a year, I prayed, and then I slowly came to the conclusion that I wasn't your type, and you had moved on. My heart couldn't let you go, but when I tried to contact you, I ran into dead ends. I am so thankful that you had the courage to come see me. Have I ever told you that you make my heart sing such beautiful music."
Two worn out and loving people held one another in a close, heart filling embrace.
"Hey there Cowboy," Clora whispered in his ear, "what's a nice guy like you doing in a joint like this?" she teased softly.
"Lookin to get me a little filly, why else would I be here?" Marl rose to the challenge, "I heard there was a filly that needed a home. She was a might skittish and wary, but came from good blood lines, and besides she could shoot. I needed a woman like that."
They chuckled together in a loving way, content to stand with arms entwined. Every time they lost a clan member, it created a heart hurt, a difficulty to overcome with prayer and obedience to the word.
Rubbing her cheek against his freshly shaven one, Clora smelled the bay rum aftershave and sighed contentedly. The moment could have gotten serious, if there hadn't been running feet, and cries of "Grandma, Grandpa, somebody's here."
Mark said, : "it was bad enough that all our kids would interrupt us, now the grandkids are taking over."
Clora smiled and kissed her man. She was sure that Mark needed one, and so did she.
The crazy porch lady was ready to give up. There didn't seem to be anything she could do, to disturb the occupants in the house. They had left all dressed up, and were finally back five hours later.
Her miserable husband hadn't shown up, and now she was in a problem with a full bladder. She was ready to give up, when the TV reporter pulled up in the news van.
They were doing a follow up on human interest stories, The reporter seemed surprised that she was still cuffed to the stair railing.
Shoving the microphone in her face, he asked how she was going to get loose. It was apparent he was laughing at her predicament. when he asked if she wanted to make a statement.
"Is there someone that you would like us to call? he inquired with a big grin.
She whispered "yes."
"And who might that be?" he kept pushing. "Please speak up so our microphone can catch what you are saying. Please repeat his name a little louder, we didn't get it the first time."
"Penrod Eddington," she snapped. "You know full well you heard his name the first time. What is this? An attempt to embarrass me before the whole town?"
"No Ma'am. I don't believe we have had to do anything along those lines. I believe you handled that all by yourself."
She could have kicked him, had he been in range. Pen was going to be greatly disturbed by having his name broadcast all over town. He set a good store by his old and privileged name, and she could almost bet this stunt was going to be worth a scolding.
She would have given that reporter a good piece of her mind, ... except the fight seemed to have gone out of her. She was just plain miserable, and she wanted to go home.
Toby, Milo and Don formed a three man dark and furious force at the funeral. Toby made it through because his brothers, one on each side, stood with him. That absolutely ridiculous request Cameron made by barging into the service and demanding he be given Rennie's body was an event Toby had prepared for. He also had police presence, ready to arrest the man on suspicion of murder. The rest of the law was there to handle the expected crowd of shirt tail relations Toby had expected Cam Cooper would bring with him.
Toby felt they would try and take Rennie's body by force, the why wasn't important, but they were arrested for the mob scene they caused, all the same.
"I intend to press full charges,:" Toby told the police captain, "on every single one of them."
sssarawolf
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Thank you very much Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks, pac!
PacNorWest
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#628b
At Toby's place, Art and Minnie were positioned in different but close proximity areas. The house was securely locked and the lights were off. Art heard the noise first.
There were footsteps on the porch, and the office door handle twisted slowly. Art motioned for Minnie to stay quiet, and they listened as the dark figure took a six-cell flashlight and tapped the glass of the door. The glass splintered and the flashlight moved in a circle, clearing the glass away for the black gloved hand to reach in and fumble with the lock.
Hidden in the shadows of the over-furnished office, Art let the man get all the way inside before he shot the intruder. He actually intended to wound the person, but he guessed his nervousness caused his hand to wobble. It had been a long time since he had fired on another human, and by golly, he killed this one.
Calling the Sheriff's Department, and then the city police, Art texted Toby to let him know his hunch had been correct.
"Trouble here," Tiby sent back, "can u handle it?"
Art sent back, :yes."
Toby told Milo and Don about the new trouble, but they were in the procession to go to the cemetery. "Be alert for snipers, her Dad has some powerful people on his side." Lyric and Barry were sitting tight, next to Toby, and he had to move Barry to the same side as Lyric.
"I need to have my gun hand free son, now I want you to listen and then make a choice. We are going to what they call the interment. That's where they put the casket in the ground. You may come with me and watch, or you may stay in the car. But, .. once you make your choice, there is no changing your mind. Don will stay with you in the car if you prefer, but you may not leave the car and join us if you change your mind. This is a dangerous time, and I'm trying to keep you safe." Toby explained.
Barry wanted to go with his Dad, and Lyric wanted to stay. When they got to the final resting place and Milo, Toby and Barry left the car; Lyric asked Donny if she could cry.
"Sure," Don didn't know what else to say. "Come over here, so my gun hand is free." Lyric snuggled in back behind his shoulder and cried her heart out.
"I couldn't cry in front of Dad and Barry, but I feel so bad, I can't help it."
"I really do understand, I couldn't cry for a long time when my folks were killed; and then when Sally and her brothers and sisters were killed by the raiders, it was like I hurt too bad to cry. But I finally did, It didn't let me forget, but I did feel some better, so go ahead and cry," Don was serious, and passed her a box of tissues that came with the funeral limo.
Milo was the first one to spot the crouched figure about seven rows of headstones over. "twelve ten, seven over on the right," he told Toby, and Toby positioned Barry so he was protected by a large stone next to Rennie's open grave.
"Watch him, I'll look for others," Toby said through clenched teeth, as he slowly gazed over the graveyard. There was a tight line of security men behind them, protecting them from the rear. Toby beckoned the last man in the line and spoke to him, telling him about the hunched over figure that seemed suspicous.
Keying his shoulder radio, there was movement in the far side, as armed men closed in on the strange person.
Toby and Milo hit the ground, both of them sheltering Barry as the first crack sounded.
At Toby's place, Art and Minnie were positioned in different but close proximity areas. The house was securely locked and the lights were off. Art heard the noise first.
There were footsteps on the porch, and the office door handle twisted slowly. Art motioned for Minnie to stay quiet, and they listened as the dark figure took a six-cell flashlight and tapped the glass of the door. The glass splintered and the flashlight moved in a circle, clearing the glass away for the black gloved hand to reach in and fumble with the lock.
Hidden in the shadows of the over-furnished office, Art let the man get all the way inside before he shot the intruder. He actually intended to wound the person, but he guessed his nervousness caused his hand to wobble. It had been a long time since he had fired on another human, and by golly, he killed this one.
Calling the Sheriff's Department, and then the city police, Art texted Toby to let him know his hunch had been correct.
"Trouble here," Tiby sent back, "can u handle it?"
Art sent back, :yes."
Toby told Milo and Don about the new trouble, but they were in the procession to go to the cemetery. "Be alert for snipers, her Dad has some powerful people on his side." Lyric and Barry were sitting tight, next to Toby, and he had to move Barry to the same side as Lyric.
"I need to have my gun hand free son, now I want you to listen and then make a choice. We are going to what they call the interment. That's where they put the casket in the ground. You may come with me and watch, or you may stay in the car. But, .. once you make your choice, there is no changing your mind. Don will stay with you in the car if you prefer, but you may not leave the car and join us if you change your mind. This is a dangerous time, and I'm trying to keep you safe." Toby explained.
Barry wanted to go with his Dad, and Lyric wanted to stay. When they got to the final resting place and Milo, Toby and Barry left the car; Lyric asked Donny if she could cry.
"Sure," Don didn't know what else to say. "Come over here, so my gun hand is free." Lyric snuggled in back behind his shoulder and cried her heart out.
"I couldn't cry in front of Dad and Barry, but I feel so bad, I can't help it."
"I really do understand, I couldn't cry for a long time when my folks were killed; and then when Sally and her brothers and sisters were killed by the raiders, it was like I hurt too bad to cry. But I finally did, It didn't let me forget, but I did feel some better, so go ahead and cry," Don was serious, and passed her a box of tissues that came with the funeral limo.
Milo was the first one to spot the crouched figure about seven rows of headstones over. "twelve ten, seven over on the right," he told Toby, and Toby positioned Barry so he was protected by a large stone next to Rennie's open grave.
"Watch him, I'll look for others," Toby said through clenched teeth, as he slowly gazed over the graveyard. There was a tight line of security men behind them, protecting them from the rear. Toby beckoned the last man in the line and spoke to him, telling him about the hunched over figure that seemed suspicous.
Keying his shoulder radio, there was movement in the far side, as armed men closed in on the strange person.
Toby and Milo hit the ground, both of them sheltering Barry as the first crack sounded.
sssarawolf
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Wow, goodness, another cliff, Thank you Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
feralferret
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Pac, thank you.
steamroller
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Thank you
PacNorWest
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#629
"Toby. that sound came from behind us. Where are Ma and Dad?"
"They were three cars behind us. They should be parked by now, whistle at them. Donny has Lyric in the Limo, and where is Honey and your kids?"
"Fourth car, Honey wasn't keen on coming, so I expect she will be in the car until the last minute." Milo raised his head slightly, and got another zing on the headstone in front of them, for his effort.
"Cover your ears Barry, I'm going to whistle loudly." Milo instructed. "Stay down, flat as you can, someone is shooting at us."
"Cool," Barry replied, "this is kinda exciting."
Milo snorted and Toby hissed, "you'll think cool, young man, if you get hit, It hurts beyond anything you have ever experienced."
"Geeze Dad, have you been shot?" Barry was all curiosity.
"Not now son, the shooter means to kill us, you included." Toby sounded astounded at Barry's questions.
Milo wanted to laugh, leave it to a kid to be so curious during a crisis. "We'll talk later," he promised Barry. "Robbie will have all sorts of questions, and I can talk with both of you."
"All of this over Mom getting shot? I guess I don't understand." Barry mumbled.
"Later son, and I'm not sure we have answers," Toby was short. "Well are you going to whistle, or not?" he griped at Milo.
Milo turned his head and sounded out 'danger' He had to blast out three times before they heard a return answer.
"That's Dad", Milo listened. "Don might not hear inside the limo, but he's pretty skookums. He'll take care of Lyric."
Milo had hardly finished speaking, when Barry wanted to know what 'skookums' meant.
"Later," Toby growled, another shot fired, impacting the headstone.
"Geeze, that hurt." Barry had a small cut on his cheek from a piece of flying granit
"Do as I say Barry, none of us wants to die here." Toby instructed. "Milo or I will answer all your questions later."
"Ok. but I may forget some of the important ones." Barry complained.
"I doubt it," Toby said dryly. "You seen to remember very well."
"Ok."
There were four funerals going on at the same time, in the old well established church yard. With many cars and people surrounding them, it was difficult to tell where the shots originated.
"The crouched over guy is a diversion," Milo yelled. "The shots are coming from our left." The security men were on their radios, as they eased back to form a protective wall around the occupied cars. They looked left, in time to see a car on the outer edges of the cemetery, drive away.
"Thats more than a guarter mile away," Mark grumbled, as he had the family on the floor of his van.
Don had been watching the proceedings and noticed the instant Toby and Milo hit the ground. H has Lyric on the floor of the limo, and he was hunched over to keep his head from showing in the windows.
The captain of the security team, called out an "all clear." and Toby stood up and went for the director of the funeral. "Never mind the ceremony. Lower the casket and get it covered up. We will be staying right here until the backhoe is finished,
The astonished director wrung his hands, and replied, "really sir, this is highly unusual. Normally, people don't like to see their loved ones covered over. I'm not sure where our operator is, right now."
"Find him," Toby ordered, "or I'll run the hoe myself. I don't want any grave robbers removing the casket or the body."
"Really sir, that is a myth from the dark ages," the director protested, "that doesn't happen in modern times. Would you care to have a seat sir, you've been under a grat deal of strain and stress." The smooth reply really irritated Toby.
"Toby. that sound came from behind us. Where are Ma and Dad?"
"They were three cars behind us. They should be parked by now, whistle at them. Donny has Lyric in the Limo, and where is Honey and your kids?"
"Fourth car, Honey wasn't keen on coming, so I expect she will be in the car until the last minute." Milo raised his head slightly, and got another zing on the headstone in front of them, for his effort.
"Cover your ears Barry, I'm going to whistle loudly." Milo instructed. "Stay down, flat as you can, someone is shooting at us."
"Cool," Barry replied, "this is kinda exciting."
Milo snorted and Toby hissed, "you'll think cool, young man, if you get hit, It hurts beyond anything you have ever experienced."
"Geeze Dad, have you been shot?" Barry was all curiosity.
"Not now son, the shooter means to kill us, you included." Toby sounded astounded at Barry's questions.
Milo wanted to laugh, leave it to a kid to be so curious during a crisis. "We'll talk later," he promised Barry. "Robbie will have all sorts of questions, and I can talk with both of you."
"All of this over Mom getting shot? I guess I don't understand." Barry mumbled.
"Later son, and I'm not sure we have answers," Toby was short. "Well are you going to whistle, or not?" he griped at Milo.
Milo turned his head and sounded out 'danger' He had to blast out three times before they heard a return answer.
"That's Dad", Milo listened. "Don might not hear inside the limo, but he's pretty skookums. He'll take care of Lyric."
Milo had hardly finished speaking, when Barry wanted to know what 'skookums' meant.
"Later," Toby growled, another shot fired, impacting the headstone.
"Geeze, that hurt." Barry had a small cut on his cheek from a piece of flying granit
"Do as I say Barry, none of us wants to die here." Toby instructed. "Milo or I will answer all your questions later."
"Ok. but I may forget some of the important ones." Barry complained.
"I doubt it," Toby said dryly. "You seen to remember very well."
"Ok."
There were four funerals going on at the same time, in the old well established church yard. With many cars and people surrounding them, it was difficult to tell where the shots originated.
"The crouched over guy is a diversion," Milo yelled. "The shots are coming from our left." The security men were on their radios, as they eased back to form a protective wall around the occupied cars. They looked left, in time to see a car on the outer edges of the cemetery, drive away.
"Thats more than a guarter mile away," Mark grumbled, as he had the family on the floor of his van.
Don had been watching the proceedings and noticed the instant Toby and Milo hit the ground. H has Lyric on the floor of the limo, and he was hunched over to keep his head from showing in the windows.
The captain of the security team, called out an "all clear." and Toby stood up and went for the director of the funeral. "Never mind the ceremony. Lower the casket and get it covered up. We will be staying right here until the backhoe is finished,
The astonished director wrung his hands, and replied, "really sir, this is highly unusual. Normally, people don't like to see their loved ones covered over. I'm not sure where our operator is, right now."
"Find him," Toby ordered, "or I'll run the hoe myself. I don't want any grave robbers removing the casket or the body."
"Really sir, that is a myth from the dark ages," the director protested, "that doesn't happen in modern times. Would you care to have a seat sir, you've been under a grat deal of strain and stress." The smooth reply really irritated Toby.
sssarawolf
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Thank you Pac. I wonder who else was hired?
223shootersc
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Thanks Pac!
I don't think some dirt will stop anyone from getting the body. I was wondering why they are buying her at all, in a known place, if someone wants the body. They can't guard it in perpetuity. And why go through all that, including endangering children's lives, if she is really buried somewhere else?
PacNorWest
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#630
The funeral director glanced around. "Do you think it's safe for the hoe to come out here? Why was someone shooting at you? Are we in more danger?"
"No, security said the shooter has left, so get that casket in the ground.," Toby ordered. "It would take a heck of an individual to lift that heavy casket, and more people would certainly be noticed by your security cameras. wouldn't they?" he put heavy emphasis on the security.
Oh, most certainly," the director assured him, "we take our responsibilities very seriously here at Golden Ages Eternal Rest and Perpetual Care."
"Humm, I'm sure you are very serious." Toby was antsy. He wanted the man to do his duty, and the sooner the better. The whole family came forward and stood off to the side. Mark gave a brief eulogy, Clora led the group in saying the 23 Psalm, and they all sang 'Nearer My God To Thee.'
The funeral director glanced around. "Do you think it's safe for the hoe to come out here? Why was someone shooting at you? Are we in more danger?"
"No, security said the shooter has left, so get that casket in the ground.," Toby ordered. "It would take a heck of an individual to lift that heavy casket, and more people would certainly be noticed by your security cameras. wouldn't they?" he put heavy emphasis on the security.
Oh, most certainly," the director assured him, "we take our responsibilities very seriously here at Golden Ages Eternal Rest and Perpetual Care."
"Humm, I'm sure you are very serious." Toby was antsy. He wanted the man to do his duty, and the sooner the better. The whole family came forward and stood off to the side. Mark gave a brief eulogy, Clora led the group in saying the 23 Psalm, and they all sang 'Nearer My God To Thee.'
feralferret
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I'm starting to wonder if the funeral director is in on the side if the bad guys.
Pac, thanks!
Pac, thanks!
223shootersc
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Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you very much.
larry_minn
Contributing Member
A skid loader, and cement truck would turn a body recovery into a VERY involved project. Heck ebven sacked cement, sand. Dump bags, spray with hose as it’s dumped in. A few in vault as well?
I have helped out at wedding when Ex was expected to show. (Never mind he married the 4th gal he lived with after separation). But a funeral?
I have helped out at wedding when Ex was expected to show. (Never mind he married the 4th gal he lived with after separation). But a funeral?
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Folks,
I'm having eye problems. I'll try tomorrow. Thanks pac.
I'm having eye problems. I'll try tomorrow. Thanks pac.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Get better Pac! We can wait!
feralferret
Veteran Member
Take all of the time you need, Pac. Your eyes are top priority.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Thank you everyone for the kind wishes. This time I have a bleed behind my right eye, and it has a greyish-brown film in my sight. Very frustrating, as the doc and I could not pinpoint the cause, and the blood thinner I take prevents the bleed from stopping. Oh well Praise the Lord for the sight I have had, and the sights I have seen.
#631
Back in the limo, after a very unhappy session with the backhoe operator and the director, Toby asked Milo and Don to take a side trip with him.
"I want to stop at the retreat and rough up Gary. We really needed his help today and he's a real no-show. That woman he's supposed to be guarding, surely must be able to help herself in some manner. He should be able to leave her for a short amount of time." Toby complained, long and loud.
They got to the retreat and stood dispassionately looking at Gary's backside. His whole right side was black as coal with a nasty gash running through from shoulder to hip. It appeared like a red streak of lightening, only there was globs of dried blood puckering the edges.
"You didn't even to bother to clean him up?" Don chastised Breezy. "What the heck is the matter with you. You don't care if he gets an infection, how the heck did he get so beat up?"
"He told me he got rolled by a hog," Breezy fussed up like a Banty hen, the implied criticism stung. "He didn't say anything about cleaning him up, he just barely made it in the house."
"So, you're so busy and unfeeling, you'd just let him die in your bed, some foolish woman you are." Milo spoke up, looking at Breezy in disgust. "I can't believe you aren't more responsible."
Breezy looked like she was about to cry. "Hey, don't pull that pissy-washy attitude on us," Don jabbed hard. "I don't understand what he sees in you"
"What do you want to do with him?" Milo intervened.", "Some one should doctor on him."
"I'll take care of him, thank you," Breezy said stiffly. "Since you'all think it's so important."
"I don't think so," Don spoke up. "You'll just dab around on him and the first time he groans, you'll run like a scared rabbit. We'd better take him to Ma, I'd hate to lose his scroungy hide after putting up with him for this long."
"Go to hell," Gary growled, muffled by the pillow.
"He lives" Milo acted totally amazed, "I heard him come back from the dead."
The three men gathered up the sheet, positioned Gary in the center and carried him out to the limo. They bumped him plenty, and Gary was cussing a blue streak.
"Shut your mouth," Toby ordered, "my kids are out here, and they don't need to listen to your lingo."
So, Gary cussed in barroom Angani. Nobody understood the words, but they didn't sound nice. Barry started in with a barrage of questions, until the adults hoped he'd lose his voice.
"Barry, for gosh sakes, shut up. You're driving us all crazy," Lyric ordered, "Your eyes could tell you that Uncle Gary has been hurt, but your mouth is open so wide it's pulled your eyes closed."
Don couldn't help it, he laughed hard, "You deserved that one," he jested to Barry.
"Well, I'm glad you think so. I don't" the young man sounded uptight.
"That's enough," Toby ended the quarrel, "It's not necessary."
Toby directed the Limo driver to pull around back, as Ma's front yard had a TV truck and a handfull of people gathered. "What's going on here?" Toby asked, "and how are we going to get this almost dead body in the house without making a scene.?"
"I'll walk in," Gary said between gritted teeth. "You guy's go out front and see what's happening."
Milo and Toby walked around front, while Gary, with Don's help made it in the back kitchen door. The first person to look up from the batch of biscuits she was cutting, was new Miss Bessie, who didn't know the two straggling in, bleeding all over the floor.
"GOOD LORD GOD ALMIGHTY," she screamed and picked up the rolling pin in self defense.
#631
Back in the limo, after a very unhappy session with the backhoe operator and the director, Toby asked Milo and Don to take a side trip with him.
"I want to stop at the retreat and rough up Gary. We really needed his help today and he's a real no-show. That woman he's supposed to be guarding, surely must be able to help herself in some manner. He should be able to leave her for a short amount of time." Toby complained, long and loud.
They got to the retreat and stood dispassionately looking at Gary's backside. His whole right side was black as coal with a nasty gash running through from shoulder to hip. It appeared like a red streak of lightening, only there was globs of dried blood puckering the edges.
"You didn't even to bother to clean him up?" Don chastised Breezy. "What the heck is the matter with you. You don't care if he gets an infection, how the heck did he get so beat up?"
"He told me he got rolled by a hog," Breezy fussed up like a Banty hen, the implied criticism stung. "He didn't say anything about cleaning him up, he just barely made it in the house."
"So, you're so busy and unfeeling, you'd just let him die in your bed, some foolish woman you are." Milo spoke up, looking at Breezy in disgust. "I can't believe you aren't more responsible."
Breezy looked like she was about to cry. "Hey, don't pull that pissy-washy attitude on us," Don jabbed hard. "I don't understand what he sees in you"
"What do you want to do with him?" Milo intervened.", "Some one should doctor on him."
"I'll take care of him, thank you," Breezy said stiffly. "Since you'all think it's so important."
"I don't think so," Don spoke up. "You'll just dab around on him and the first time he groans, you'll run like a scared rabbit. We'd better take him to Ma, I'd hate to lose his scroungy hide after putting up with him for this long."
"Go to hell," Gary growled, muffled by the pillow.
"He lives" Milo acted totally amazed, "I heard him come back from the dead."
The three men gathered up the sheet, positioned Gary in the center and carried him out to the limo. They bumped him plenty, and Gary was cussing a blue streak.
"Shut your mouth," Toby ordered, "my kids are out here, and they don't need to listen to your lingo."
So, Gary cussed in barroom Angani. Nobody understood the words, but they didn't sound nice. Barry started in with a barrage of questions, until the adults hoped he'd lose his voice.
"Barry, for gosh sakes, shut up. You're driving us all crazy," Lyric ordered, "Your eyes could tell you that Uncle Gary has been hurt, but your mouth is open so wide it's pulled your eyes closed."
Don couldn't help it, he laughed hard, "You deserved that one," he jested to Barry.
"Well, I'm glad you think so. I don't" the young man sounded uptight.
"That's enough," Toby ended the quarrel, "It's not necessary."
Toby directed the Limo driver to pull around back, as Ma's front yard had a TV truck and a handfull of people gathered. "What's going on here?" Toby asked, "and how are we going to get this almost dead body in the house without making a scene.?"
"I'll walk in," Gary said between gritted teeth. "You guy's go out front and see what's happening."
Milo and Toby walked around front, while Gary, with Don's help made it in the back kitchen door. The first person to look up from the batch of biscuits she was cutting, was new Miss Bessie, who didn't know the two straggling in, bleeding all over the floor.
"GOOD LORD GOD ALMIGHTY," she screamed and picked up the rolling pin in self defense.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
OH goodness Pac. I didn't expect to see anything until your eyes were better and you gave us this great chapter.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Pac many thanks for your great work! We need you to get netter though!!!!