Siskiyoumom
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Well crud! Family betrayal rears its ugly head once again. Thanks for the additional chapters.
Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Milo reached down to grab the lifeless form's arm and twist the body face up. Taking his rifle barrel, he nudged the watch cap off and stared at the red hair of his late brother's son.
Animosity by former klan members. How many others are left.
Thanks Pac.
Texican....
Animosity by former klan members. How many others are left.
Thanks Pac.
Texican....
sssarawolf
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Goodness. Thank you Pac.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#159
Milo thought he had been quick in covering up the dead man's hair. Looking up, he saw the tightening of Mark's expression and knew his dad had seen the tell-tale color.
"I don't know which one this is? How about the other one? Is he another one of the brothers?" Milo questioned softly.
"Yes," Toby called quietly. "I think this one is the one that had the surgery; unless, he isn't. I can't tell them apart." Toby was standing over the second prone man.
"Old Ted and his screwed up thinking, rides again," Milo mused. "That guy begat kids as weird and bad minded as he was. And now the next question is; how do we approach Abby to let her know we are friendly. She has to have heard the whistles, and won't believe ours. I don't much fancy getting shot by her, she's scary accurate."
"I'm going to call out to her, she's smart and will listen." Mark rubbed his chin, and stepped behind a tree. "Abby," he yelled, "Abby it's Mark. How many shooters are there?" A bullet slammed into the tree he was sheltered behind.
"Abby, it's Mark," he yelled the second time. "She can't hear, she's in shooting mode."
Milo prudently positioned himself behind a tree. "Abby, it's me Milo and Toby and Mark. We've shot two of the raiders. How many are there?"
"She must have heard," he supposed, "she hasn't shot at us." Milo grinned at Toby.
"I have two dead and Wyatt injured," Abby called out, "I thought there were only three, but you shot two and I shot two. Who was doing the whistling?"
Milo thought he had been quick in covering up the dead man's hair. Looking up, he saw the tightening of Mark's expression and knew his dad had seen the tell-tale color.
"I don't know which one this is? How about the other one? Is he another one of the brothers?" Milo questioned softly.
"Yes," Toby called quietly. "I think this one is the one that had the surgery; unless, he isn't. I can't tell them apart." Toby was standing over the second prone man.
"Old Ted and his screwed up thinking, rides again," Milo mused. "That guy begat kids as weird and bad minded as he was. And now the next question is; how do we approach Abby to let her know we are friendly. She has to have heard the whistles, and won't believe ours. I don't much fancy getting shot by her, she's scary accurate."
"I'm going to call out to her, she's smart and will listen." Mark rubbed his chin, and stepped behind a tree. "Abby," he yelled, "Abby it's Mark. How many shooters are there?" A bullet slammed into the tree he was sheltered behind.
"Abby, it's Mark," he yelled the second time. "She can't hear, she's in shooting mode."
Milo prudently positioned himself behind a tree. "Abby, it's me Milo and Toby and Mark. We've shot two of the raiders. How many are there?"
"She must have heard," he supposed, "she hasn't shot at us." Milo grinned at Toby.
"I have two dead and Wyatt injured," Abby called out, "I thought there were only three, but you shot two and I shot two. Who was doing the whistling?"
sssarawolf
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Nice to have a bedtime story, thank you. We talked to daughter an son in law tonight on video call for 2 hours. He is so upset about all the voter fraud and hubby was trying to get him calmed down. He is worried about the world his kids will have to be in if Biden gets the steal.
ted
Veteran Member
I got a call from my sister-in-law pretty much the same.
PacNorWest
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#160
"Traitors to the clan, except I don't believe they knew it was you; just opportunists for a quick buck." Toby called out. "Abby, if we show ourselves, don't shoot us."
"Ok."
Mark was already on the move, intending to circle far to the North and scout out the woods across from the Inn.
"Toby, it's gonna take both of you to lift Wyatt, he's hurt in the arm, but both of us have been pinned down by the snipers." Basically, what Toby and Abby were doing was diverting attention away from Mark so he could scout the area.
"Is Wyatt the only wounded?" Milo yelled out, anything to keep the conversation between their location in the woods and the Inn, going as a diversion.
"We do have people upstairs with weapons," Abby sang out. "They have discipline and will not fire unless I yell a pass word."
"Keep yourself under cover then, we're going to come get Wyatt and bring him in." That was the riskiest part of the plan, exposing themselves in the open for the amount of time it would take to swoop in and pick up the wounded sheriff and hustle him up the Inn steps.
"On three," Toby muttered and the brothers ran a zig zag pattern to the prone lawman, grabbed him under the arms and drug him up the stairs. Wyatt's feet were trying to work to keep his kneecaps off the stair risers, and he groaned when he got a harsh bump.
All three men rolled into the Inn in an evasive move, and Wyatt wound up in a heap at Abby's feet.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," Wyatt smarted off, as he passed out.
The rafters swayed and creaked as something heavy moved silently across the roof. Dory shrank tighter against the kitchen counter, and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Don with fresh blood showing, stood in front of Reva with his pistol in hand, guarding the woman behind him.
Gary whipped out his pistol and fired up into the roof, the sound startling the frozen in place people listening to the terror inducing growl that split the night silence.
The rafters squeaked in protest as a heavy weight launched from the blown apart roof. The silence that followed was nerve racking, as all ears strained to hear a sound, any sound, that would indicate the 'growler' was preparing to attack.
"Oh my," Pricilla said softly, "I can't believe how scared I am, I've got to sit down, my knees are giving way."
Gary heard her hit the floor, and Reva and Dory pushed him a little out of the way, to reach their sister.
"Traitors to the clan, except I don't believe they knew it was you; just opportunists for a quick buck." Toby called out. "Abby, if we show ourselves, don't shoot us."
"Ok."
Mark was already on the move, intending to circle far to the North and scout out the woods across from the Inn.
"Toby, it's gonna take both of you to lift Wyatt, he's hurt in the arm, but both of us have been pinned down by the snipers." Basically, what Toby and Abby were doing was diverting attention away from Mark so he could scout the area.
"Is Wyatt the only wounded?" Milo yelled out, anything to keep the conversation between their location in the woods and the Inn, going as a diversion.
"We do have people upstairs with weapons," Abby sang out. "They have discipline and will not fire unless I yell a pass word."
"Keep yourself under cover then, we're going to come get Wyatt and bring him in." That was the riskiest part of the plan, exposing themselves in the open for the amount of time it would take to swoop in and pick up the wounded sheriff and hustle him up the Inn steps.
"On three," Toby muttered and the brothers ran a zig zag pattern to the prone lawman, grabbed him under the arms and drug him up the stairs. Wyatt's feet were trying to work to keep his kneecaps off the stair risers, and he groaned when he got a harsh bump.
All three men rolled into the Inn in an evasive move, and Wyatt wound up in a heap at Abby's feet.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," Wyatt smarted off, as he passed out.
The rafters swayed and creaked as something heavy moved silently across the roof. Dory shrank tighter against the kitchen counter, and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Don with fresh blood showing, stood in front of Reva with his pistol in hand, guarding the woman behind him.
Gary whipped out his pistol and fired up into the roof, the sound startling the frozen in place people listening to the terror inducing growl that split the night silence.
The rafters squeaked in protest as a heavy weight launched from the blown apart roof. The silence that followed was nerve racking, as all ears strained to hear a sound, any sound, that would indicate the 'growler' was preparing to attack.
"Oh my," Pricilla said softly, "I can't believe how scared I am, I've got to sit down, my knees are giving way."
Gary heard her hit the floor, and Reva and Dory pushed him a little out of the way, to reach their sister.
sssarawolf
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Thank you very much Pac.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#161
"Ralph, get a hustle on man, it's been an hour and the rabbit is done. Come eat so I can tidy and break camp while you finish saddling the pack horse." Chuck was feeling exasperated, and trying not to show it in his voice,
"It ain't comin," the sad, defeated tone of his new partner drifted over toward the fire. "I've tried everything I can do, to get the cinch out from under her; but she's such a dead weight, I caint move her."
"Come eat, I'll turn her over by pulling with a rope when we're done.' Chuck took the frying pan off the fire and set it between them in the grass.
"Oh, I say now, don't that smell plumb dee-licious. I'm mighty thankful fer you to be sharing with me.
I ain't much of a cook and I've been sufferin mightily from the lack of good eats." Ralph got to the approximate spot where his intended to sit and sort of kicked his feet out in front and landed with a mighty thud and a groan.
"I believe I need to stop doing that," Ralph said to Chuck, "it's beginning to kinda hurt when I land."
"Do tell," Chuck drawled, "it's a wonder you don't injure your tailbone."
"Yeah, I do sometimes. I once landed on a rock, that hurt." The admission was delivered so matter of fact, that Chuck just had to shake his head in near disbelief.
The men used their knives to spear chunks of rabbit from the pan.
"mmm, tasty," Ralph approved, biting into the pan seared meat. "You ever eat horsemeat?"
Chuck had to cough and choke a little. "Nope, doesn't sound appetizing to me; I'll pass."
"I ain't ever neither, I was wondering what it might taste like? I kinda hate to leave that much meat for the scavengers." Ralph turned his head to stare at the lump of horseflesh. "She was a mighty plumb aggravating hoss to try and ride. It's no wonder that guy wanted to get rid of her. He thought he was getting a better horse from me, but my hoss wouldn't cross water without a good sized fuss." and he laughed.
"Horses are kinda like people, all different kinds, fer sure."
Chuck was just hoping that Ralph would shut up and eat.
"Ralph, get a hustle on man, it's been an hour and the rabbit is done. Come eat so I can tidy and break camp while you finish saddling the pack horse." Chuck was feeling exasperated, and trying not to show it in his voice,
"It ain't comin," the sad, defeated tone of his new partner drifted over toward the fire. "I've tried everything I can do, to get the cinch out from under her; but she's such a dead weight, I caint move her."
"Come eat, I'll turn her over by pulling with a rope when we're done.' Chuck took the frying pan off the fire and set it between them in the grass.
"Oh, I say now, don't that smell plumb dee-licious. I'm mighty thankful fer you to be sharing with me.
I ain't much of a cook and I've been sufferin mightily from the lack of good eats." Ralph got to the approximate spot where his intended to sit and sort of kicked his feet out in front and landed with a mighty thud and a groan.
"I believe I need to stop doing that," Ralph said to Chuck, "it's beginning to kinda hurt when I land."
"Do tell," Chuck drawled, "it's a wonder you don't injure your tailbone."
"Yeah, I do sometimes. I once landed on a rock, that hurt." The admission was delivered so matter of fact, that Chuck just had to shake his head in near disbelief.
The men used their knives to spear chunks of rabbit from the pan.
"mmm, tasty," Ralph approved, biting into the pan seared meat. "You ever eat horsemeat?"
Chuck had to cough and choke a little. "Nope, doesn't sound appetizing to me; I'll pass."
"I ain't ever neither, I was wondering what it might taste like? I kinda hate to leave that much meat for the scavengers." Ralph turned his head to stare at the lump of horseflesh. "She was a mighty plumb aggravating hoss to try and ride. It's no wonder that guy wanted to get rid of her. He thought he was getting a better horse from me, but my hoss wouldn't cross water without a good sized fuss." and he laughed.
"Horses are kinda like people, all different kinds, fer sure."
Chuck was just hoping that Ralph would shut up and eat.
sssarawolf
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I won't trust Ralph at all. Thank you.
Hilblyswife
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Thank you for your stories.
PacNorWest
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#162
Gary looked over at Don, and shook his head at the not quite stopped bleeding that was showing on the man's arm. "Don, how long has it been? It's strange to me that your wound hasn't healed by now. What sort of treatment has Doc Trish given you?"
Don turned around to talk to Gary, and then thought he'd better back up to the counter and prop himself up. "I feel a little woozy," he admitted. "The usual treatment, I suppose. I dunno, I've never been shot before. Doc cleans it, and tries to keep it clean as possible; but it has been several months for sure Why?"
"Because you should be healed by now. At least healed to the point that your not fresh bleeding. I saw what Reva did, and frankly that wasn't enough of a pull that it should have bothered you at all. Tomorrow in the daylight, I want to have a look at your wound. I've been a Medic of sorts in out of the way places, and I feel something isn't right."
"Ah, yeah, I guess so. It really is bothersome to be out of commission for so long. I guess I just kinda got used to it." Don mumbled.
There was a stirring on the other side of Gary, as Reva and Dory helped Pricilla to stand up. "Gary," Priss called out to the military man in a low voice. "We need to clean Don's arm and wash the blood off his shirt. I also believe that the animal can smell blood, and that's causing it to be more active. We sort of noticed that before, when we were here."
"Don't get his whole shirt wet, just the arm. How much more oil light do you think we have, I don't mind telling all of you, this could get dicey in the dark." Gary directed.
"Oh yes," Reva shuddered dramatically, "we have been totally petrified at times. We felt safe at your town, but this situtation, oh my, I'm glad you men are here to protect us. Don, let me help you unbutton your shirt and get the bleeding cleaned up. Please, I need to make amends for what I did." Reva's voice trailed off when it looked like Don was going to shake his head no.
"Ok," Don said through gritted teeth, and Gary snorted. He was about to say, "that didn't sound like a hurt problem to me," and then thought the better of it at the last minute.
"Thank you," Priss's low voice reached Gary's ears. "They're having enough problems as it is, and not calling attention to their awkwardness is a kindness."
"Huh," Gary snorted again. "Kind and my name don't go together in the same sentence. I'm not a nice man and don't intend to change."
"Perhaps," Priss spoke softly. "Perhaps."
Gary looked over at Don, and shook his head at the not quite stopped bleeding that was showing on the man's arm. "Don, how long has it been? It's strange to me that your wound hasn't healed by now. What sort of treatment has Doc Trish given you?"
Don turned around to talk to Gary, and then thought he'd better back up to the counter and prop himself up. "I feel a little woozy," he admitted. "The usual treatment, I suppose. I dunno, I've never been shot before. Doc cleans it, and tries to keep it clean as possible; but it has been several months for sure Why?"
"Because you should be healed by now. At least healed to the point that your not fresh bleeding. I saw what Reva did, and frankly that wasn't enough of a pull that it should have bothered you at all. Tomorrow in the daylight, I want to have a look at your wound. I've been a Medic of sorts in out of the way places, and I feel something isn't right."
"Ah, yeah, I guess so. It really is bothersome to be out of commission for so long. I guess I just kinda got used to it." Don mumbled.
There was a stirring on the other side of Gary, as Reva and Dory helped Pricilla to stand up. "Gary," Priss called out to the military man in a low voice. "We need to clean Don's arm and wash the blood off his shirt. I also believe that the animal can smell blood, and that's causing it to be more active. We sort of noticed that before, when we were here."
"Don't get his whole shirt wet, just the arm. How much more oil light do you think we have, I don't mind telling all of you, this could get dicey in the dark." Gary directed.
"Oh yes," Reva shuddered dramatically, "we have been totally petrified at times. We felt safe at your town, but this situtation, oh my, I'm glad you men are here to protect us. Don, let me help you unbutton your shirt and get the bleeding cleaned up. Please, I need to make amends for what I did." Reva's voice trailed off when it looked like Don was going to shake his head no.
"Ok," Don said through gritted teeth, and Gary snorted. He was about to say, "that didn't sound like a hurt problem to me," and then thought the better of it at the last minute.
"Thank you," Priss's low voice reached Gary's ears. "They're having enough problems as it is, and not calling attention to their awkwardness is a kindness."
"Huh," Gary snorted again. "Kind and my name don't go together in the same sentence. I'm not a nice man and don't intend to change."
"Perhaps," Priss spoke softly. "Perhaps."
sssarawolf
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Many thanks Pac. BOy wish they could get that animal taken care of and Don's wound, that is weird it isn't healed.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#163
Donny and Sally got the final venison meat chunked into jars and the canner on the stove to heat. It was well past bedtime with all the brothers and sisters tucked away under the covers.
'Why didn't you want to stay with the rest of the people?" Sally yawned sleepily, but curious. "They weren't very happy that we left."
"No, they weren't happy, but I had no intention of letting this meat go to waste. It had to be canned tonight, or feed it to the dogs." Donny was emphatic.
"Huh, we don't have a dog," Sally almost giggled, "or did you forget?"
"No, didn't forget; and that's one thing I think we should have. A good dog to be a lookout and one that will stay with the kids when they're outside. This summer you and the girls will be in here working, and me and the boys will be outside. There's garden work, firewood, hunting. really just about everything we do from now on, we'll be divided up and away from one another. I'd sure feel better if we had a dog or dogs to stand watch. Donny yawned as he heard the steam start to hiss from the canner.
"We've never had a dog," Sally confided. "Dad said they cost too much to feed."
"Well, look at all the bones and trimmings we have left over, that would feed a couple of dogs. I reckon that we will need about a deer a week to can and dry; to get us through the year back around to this time of year. Now I 'spect we won't get that many deer, but whatever we do get, rabbits and such, will help stretch out the food."
"Donny?"
"Humm?"
"You sure are good to us. I can't say enough how happy havin food makes me feel. Every day I go down and count the filled up jars we have. It's a real blessing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for takin us in and all." Sally teared up and had to blow her nose.
"Hey, it's my pleasure. You guys are pretty fine people, and look how you are getting to growin with good food. It just makes me feel mighty fine inside. I got to tell ya, I was real nervous about you guys liking me, it's kinda a shock the way we had to do; but I feel it's working out fine." Donny went to put the petcock on the canner.
Sally was nodding, agreeing with Donny's estimation of their life so far. When Donny sat back down, Sally reached over to hold his hand. It made both of them smile.
Mark scouted the woods across from the Inn, criss- crossing in a pattern to look for hidden snipers, working ever so slowly, closer and closer to the open parking area. He found the third red haired brother's body and the fourth shooter's crumpled carcass. That boy had black hair, but there was no doubt that he was a brother to the other three.
That the four of the brothers had come to such an end, bothered Mark. He had tried to impress upon the three of them that they needed to be saved, and had been rejected many times. Still, they were sons of his son; and Mark felt a failure. He hadn't been able to reach Ted either, and now all of them were calling hell, home.
Inside the Inn, the guests were filtering down into the living room area, eyeing the Sheriff with curiosity.
Clayton especially, had to dart in and stare in wide eyed wonder at the blood staining Wyatt's shirt.
"Oh, wow. Will you look at that? Is that really real blood and not just some fake stuff?" Clayton practically had his nose in Wyatt's shoulder. He was reaching up to touch it, when Wyatt growled harshly, "don't you dare. You keep you're grimy little fingers away from me."
Clayton jumped back like he had been shocked. "Hey, I didn't mean nuthin, just lookin. No law against that."
"There is when it's my shoulder," Wyatt spit out, "now get away."
"Clayton, Clayton," his mother came hurrying down the stairs. "You get over here young man and leave the Sheriff alone. How many time do I have to tell you to stay with Dad and myself, you are in deep trouble." she scolded as she led Clayton away from the scene in the living room.
Abby came from the kitchen with several towels, placing one behind the hole in Wyatt's shoulder and letting his weight help staunch the blood flow.
Donny and Sally got the final venison meat chunked into jars and the canner on the stove to heat. It was well past bedtime with all the brothers and sisters tucked away under the covers.
'Why didn't you want to stay with the rest of the people?" Sally yawned sleepily, but curious. "They weren't very happy that we left."
"No, they weren't happy, but I had no intention of letting this meat go to waste. It had to be canned tonight, or feed it to the dogs." Donny was emphatic.
"Huh, we don't have a dog," Sally almost giggled, "or did you forget?"
"No, didn't forget; and that's one thing I think we should have. A good dog to be a lookout and one that will stay with the kids when they're outside. This summer you and the girls will be in here working, and me and the boys will be outside. There's garden work, firewood, hunting. really just about everything we do from now on, we'll be divided up and away from one another. I'd sure feel better if we had a dog or dogs to stand watch. Donny yawned as he heard the steam start to hiss from the canner.
"We've never had a dog," Sally confided. "Dad said they cost too much to feed."
"Well, look at all the bones and trimmings we have left over, that would feed a couple of dogs. I reckon that we will need about a deer a week to can and dry; to get us through the year back around to this time of year. Now I 'spect we won't get that many deer, but whatever we do get, rabbits and such, will help stretch out the food."
"Donny?"
"Humm?"
"You sure are good to us. I can't say enough how happy havin food makes me feel. Every day I go down and count the filled up jars we have. It's a real blessing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for takin us in and all." Sally teared up and had to blow her nose.
"Hey, it's my pleasure. You guys are pretty fine people, and look how you are getting to growin with good food. It just makes me feel mighty fine inside. I got to tell ya, I was real nervous about you guys liking me, it's kinda a shock the way we had to do; but I feel it's working out fine." Donny went to put the petcock on the canner.
Sally was nodding, agreeing with Donny's estimation of their life so far. When Donny sat back down, Sally reached over to hold his hand. It made both of them smile.
Mark scouted the woods across from the Inn, criss- crossing in a pattern to look for hidden snipers, working ever so slowly, closer and closer to the open parking area. He found the third red haired brother's body and the fourth shooter's crumpled carcass. That boy had black hair, but there was no doubt that he was a brother to the other three.
That the four of the brothers had come to such an end, bothered Mark. He had tried to impress upon the three of them that they needed to be saved, and had been rejected many times. Still, they were sons of his son; and Mark felt a failure. He hadn't been able to reach Ted either, and now all of them were calling hell, home.
Inside the Inn, the guests were filtering down into the living room area, eyeing the Sheriff with curiosity.
Clayton especially, had to dart in and stare in wide eyed wonder at the blood staining Wyatt's shirt.
"Oh, wow. Will you look at that? Is that really real blood and not just some fake stuff?" Clayton practically had his nose in Wyatt's shoulder. He was reaching up to touch it, when Wyatt growled harshly, "don't you dare. You keep you're grimy little fingers away from me."
Clayton jumped back like he had been shocked. "Hey, I didn't mean nuthin, just lookin. No law against that."
"There is when it's my shoulder," Wyatt spit out, "now get away."
"Clayton, Clayton," his mother came hurrying down the stairs. "You get over here young man and leave the Sheriff alone. How many time do I have to tell you to stay with Dad and myself, you are in deep trouble." she scolded as she led Clayton away from the scene in the living room.
Abby came from the kitchen with several towels, placing one behind the hole in Wyatt's shoulder and letting his weight help staunch the blood flow.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you Pac. I was hunting for more 
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#164
"Hey Lady, we're hungry, you said you would serve lunch and we need to eat. There's enough fellers there to take care of that shot guy." All the kids involved in the group of people started chanting, "Feed us, Feed us." acting like entitled brats.
Abby looked helplessly at Wyatt, and he said, "go feed them and get them away from me, the guys will help me. Can we use your wagon, I don't think I can sit a horse."
"Certainly," Abby instantly replied, "what ever you need."
"I'll go hitch up the team," Milo offered. "Dad should be circling in soon. Those rotten kids," his disgust was loud and evident. "What are we supposed to do with those idiots, anyway?"
Milo stomped out the back kitchen door, heading toward the small barn. The mare was a little wary of a stranger messing with her, and she gave Milo a little tussle, letting him throw the harness as he swore under his breath.
Mark carefully went through the pockets of his grandsons; seeking any information as to the reason they had targeted the Inn. As he was outside, Mark wasn't aware of the little pinch faced ferret looking man that Abby had shot inside.
One of the guests had thrown a afghan from the back of the couch, over the body; and Toby had other things to do, besides examine a dead body. Mark, when he ghosted up the steps and slipped in the front door, startled a lady and she let out a loud scream.
Toby looked up and told the lady that the man was a friendly, and she took another look and almost ran her husband over, as she ran for the kitchen.
"Four dead outside, they appear to be Ted's sons;" Mark reported in a low voice. "Who's under the blanket?"
"Don't know," Toby said over his shoulder, "I haven't had an opportunity to check him out. Milo went to harness the mare and hitch the wagon, we need to get Wyatt down to the clinic."
Mark went over to the covered body and nudged the knotted yarn aside. The dead man looked somewhat familiar, but right at the moment he couldn't place the man.
"Hey Lady, we're hungry, you said you would serve lunch and we need to eat. There's enough fellers there to take care of that shot guy." All the kids involved in the group of people started chanting, "Feed us, Feed us." acting like entitled brats.
Abby looked helplessly at Wyatt, and he said, "go feed them and get them away from me, the guys will help me. Can we use your wagon, I don't think I can sit a horse."
"Certainly," Abby instantly replied, "what ever you need."
"I'll go hitch up the team," Milo offered. "Dad should be circling in soon. Those rotten kids," his disgust was loud and evident. "What are we supposed to do with those idiots, anyway?"
Milo stomped out the back kitchen door, heading toward the small barn. The mare was a little wary of a stranger messing with her, and she gave Milo a little tussle, letting him throw the harness as he swore under his breath.
Mark carefully went through the pockets of his grandsons; seeking any information as to the reason they had targeted the Inn. As he was outside, Mark wasn't aware of the little pinch faced ferret looking man that Abby had shot inside.
One of the guests had thrown a afghan from the back of the couch, over the body; and Toby had other things to do, besides examine a dead body. Mark, when he ghosted up the steps and slipped in the front door, startled a lady and she let out a loud scream.
Toby looked up and told the lady that the man was a friendly, and she took another look and almost ran her husband over, as she ran for the kitchen.
"Four dead outside, they appear to be Ted's sons;" Mark reported in a low voice. "Who's under the blanket?"
"Don't know," Toby said over his shoulder, "I haven't had an opportunity to check him out. Milo went to harness the mare and hitch the wagon, we need to get Wyatt down to the clinic."
Mark went over to the covered body and nudged the knotted yarn aside. The dead man looked somewhat familiar, but right at the moment he couldn't place the man.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you very much Pac.
RememberGoliad
Veteran Member
Ferret faced.... now why was the first thing I thought of way back from Evergreen and Tammy Jennings and the three Sues and Inga and the mint-tin-carrying creep? This is one rollercoaster I don't mind riding! LOL Thanks PAC!
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
The Roller Coaster is great! I love them!
It's these course correction U-turns to get back to valid info....I don't think I'll ever get unknotted and I'm belted in!
PacNorWest
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#165
Milo rolled around front, and the three men conferred about picking up the bodies. "We might as well take them with us, Abby doesn't have the ability to dig five graves, and we can't leave them lying around dead." Milo heaved a deep sigh. "I was hoping we had finished with all the shooting," he said to no one in particular.
"Dad, if you will drive, Toby and I will heave the bodies. C'mon Wyatt, I'll help you get in the wagon;"
Milo bent down to help the wounded Sheriff up off the floor. It took a little time, because Wyatt insisted that his horse come along.
"There's no way I'm gonna leave Joe, he's way to tempting a horse to leave unattended." Wyatt struggled to stay in the wagon seat.
"Ok, Ok, give me a minute to get him," Toby headed for the barn. Joe was a nice horse and saddling him, Toby could see Wyatt's concern for leaving the gelding alone in the barn.
It was a quiet, uneventful trip back to the clinic. The three red-headed brothers were clucked over, the loss of members of the clan, no matter how far involved, was always a loss. The dark haired brother was inspected and the loss cut even deeper.
"Is there any chance he might have dyed his hair?" Bruce was inspecting the grisly body, "He doesn't look all that natural."
"Possibly, I'll tell ya what, I'd like Clora and Tess to have a look at him; sometimes they notice things that escape me,"
"Tony, run up to Grandma Clora's and ask her to come down with Tess," Bruce instructed his oldest.
Milo rolled around front, and the three men conferred about picking up the bodies. "We might as well take them with us, Abby doesn't have the ability to dig five graves, and we can't leave them lying around dead." Milo heaved a deep sigh. "I was hoping we had finished with all the shooting," he said to no one in particular.
"Dad, if you will drive, Toby and I will heave the bodies. C'mon Wyatt, I'll help you get in the wagon;"
Milo bent down to help the wounded Sheriff up off the floor. It took a little time, because Wyatt insisted that his horse come along.
"There's no way I'm gonna leave Joe, he's way to tempting a horse to leave unattended." Wyatt struggled to stay in the wagon seat.
"Ok, Ok, give me a minute to get him," Toby headed for the barn. Joe was a nice horse and saddling him, Toby could see Wyatt's concern for leaving the gelding alone in the barn.
It was a quiet, uneventful trip back to the clinic. The three red-headed brothers were clucked over, the loss of members of the clan, no matter how far involved, was always a loss. The dark haired brother was inspected and the loss cut even deeper.
"Is there any chance he might have dyed his hair?" Bruce was inspecting the grisly body, "He doesn't look all that natural."
"Possibly, I'll tell ya what, I'd like Clora and Tess to have a look at him; sometimes they notice things that escape me,"
"Tony, run up to Grandma Clora's and ask her to come down with Tess," Bruce instructed his oldest.
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Thank you so much pac.