sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
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Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
- Thread starter PacNorWest
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PacNorWest
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#178
"Instead of a nap. I really need to check Carol's desk for incoming guests, and, we need to figure out where to bury Carole and Al.. I've honestly been so busy that I haven't done any exploring around the area, so I don't know if there's a local graveyard or not." Abby rubbed her forehead, feeling defeated.
"I'll go, I'd like to find some fellas that would dig the graves, and someone that could come in and help you."
Abby started to protest that she couldn't afford to hire any one, and Jerry held up his hand. "Abby, we have the money the guests just paid us. If you want my opinion, your responsibility is to have the Inn in clean condition; no matter who comes to operate it."
"I suppose."
"Abby, do you know how much money that group paid apiece?"
"No, I never paid any attention. Carole paid me a good wage for my work, and she hinted often that they were barely breaking even."
"Those people paid a hundred dollars apiece for two meals and a bed overnight. The kids were fifty. We have enough money to hire what we need done."
Abby started to laugh, "I forget to tell you about the still in the basement. I've never been down there, but every once in a while it would get pretty stinky. I don't know if any of that information is in the office, but Carole was pretty organized and careful with her finances."
"You go look, and I'll scout around the area for some strong able bodied men."
Corbin and Mark walked out to the pasture to look at the colts.
"Good looking stock," Corbin complimented, "that's the nucleus of a good business. Mark, tell me about your grandsons and I wonder how they got mixed up with that knife flashing dandy from the gang in St. Louis?"
"I don't know. The grandsons left North Carolina before we left. Wouldn't stay, wouldn't hear of the gospel; just up and left without a word. Independent, proud and fierce in the wrong way, headed for trouble like a speeding train. Our boy, Ted, was depraved. He tried to kill Milo, Honey and their boy." Mark stared out at the band of horses, "it was a hard time for everyone., and the boys seemed to be as ruthless and depraved as their father."
"That's tough, I feel your pain over that." Corbin commiserated. "I have no children, but I tried to incorporate Mason into my life and business. All that did was cause my brother to have fits of jealously and incompetence. I sold him my dray business in St. Louis, and I don't believe he's going to make a go of it. Mason has dropped out of sight, Gary told me he left Mason with Robert on the way to Colorado, so I really don't know if he's alive or not."
Mark just shook his head, "I was gonna say that the kids today have a harder time growing up, but my childhood was such a convolution, that if I hadn't found Clora, I'd be dead by now. I simply didn't care or value my life more than a plug nickel."
Corbin nodded his agreement. "Yeah, sounds like a rerun of my life."
"Instead of a nap. I really need to check Carol's desk for incoming guests, and, we need to figure out where to bury Carole and Al.. I've honestly been so busy that I haven't done any exploring around the area, so I don't know if there's a local graveyard or not." Abby rubbed her forehead, feeling defeated.
"I'll go, I'd like to find some fellas that would dig the graves, and someone that could come in and help you."
Abby started to protest that she couldn't afford to hire any one, and Jerry held up his hand. "Abby, we have the money the guests just paid us. If you want my opinion, your responsibility is to have the Inn in clean condition; no matter who comes to operate it."
"I suppose."
"Abby, do you know how much money that group paid apiece?"
"No, I never paid any attention. Carole paid me a good wage for my work, and she hinted often that they were barely breaking even."
"Those people paid a hundred dollars apiece for two meals and a bed overnight. The kids were fifty. We have enough money to hire what we need done."
Abby started to laugh, "I forget to tell you about the still in the basement. I've never been down there, but every once in a while it would get pretty stinky. I don't know if any of that information is in the office, but Carole was pretty organized and careful with her finances."
"You go look, and I'll scout around the area for some strong able bodied men."
Corbin and Mark walked out to the pasture to look at the colts.
"Good looking stock," Corbin complimented, "that's the nucleus of a good business. Mark, tell me about your grandsons and I wonder how they got mixed up with that knife flashing dandy from the gang in St. Louis?"
"I don't know. The grandsons left North Carolina before we left. Wouldn't stay, wouldn't hear of the gospel; just up and left without a word. Independent, proud and fierce in the wrong way, headed for trouble like a speeding train. Our boy, Ted, was depraved. He tried to kill Milo, Honey and their boy." Mark stared out at the band of horses, "it was a hard time for everyone., and the boys seemed to be as ruthless and depraved as their father."
"That's tough, I feel your pain over that." Corbin commiserated. "I have no children, but I tried to incorporate Mason into my life and business. All that did was cause my brother to have fits of jealously and incompetence. I sold him my dray business in St. Louis, and I don't believe he's going to make a go of it. Mason has dropped out of sight, Gary told me he left Mason with Robert on the way to Colorado, so I really don't know if he's alive or not."
Mark just shook his head, "I was gonna say that the kids today have a harder time growing up, but my childhood was such a convolution, that if I hadn't found Clora, I'd be dead by now. I simply didn't care or value my life more than a plug nickel."
Corbin nodded his agreement. "Yeah, sounds like a rerun of my life."
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you very much. Being mostly unable to do many things right now, I read, write and knit. I can also fold clothes lol. Hubby has gotten the hang of the washer and dryer, mostly.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Sara,
After a couple of weeks, your hubby will have washing and drying down unless he has to separate the wash into different types, then he will be bring each piece to you for instructions or he will just stuff all of it into the washer and then the dryer.
Most hubbies are trainable, but it takes time and patience.
Merry Christmas to all.
Texican....
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#179
Wyatt shuffled slowly into the kitchen, looking crabby and out of sorts. "I can't sleep or rest, my shoulder hurts." He crabbed to Clora. "did all those little b...……...get killed. I sure hope so."
"How about a cup of coffee and a couple of cookies?" Clora tried to diffuse the sour disposition of the sheriff. "I have some aspirin if you need it."
"I do, thank you. And yes to the cookies and coffee. That's a magic potion." Wyatt didn't smile and held his head with his free hand, rubbing his temple. "Where is everybody?"
"I see Tess and the boys walking up the lane, Mark and Corbin are out in the pasture, and that's all I can account for. Oh, yeah, Clara is over at Judy's, I believe she and Corbin are invited for supper. Here are the aspirin, don't you want water to swallow them with, rather than hot coffee?"
"Ahh, yeah, I guess so, thanks." Wyatt popped the white tablets in his mouth and chugged the glass of water.
"What size shirt do you wear? We have clothes upstairs, and I'll have Tessee go get you one."
"Tessee? Is that her name?"
"Tessee Evangaline Linderman," Clora remarked with a smile in her voice. "The pride of her parents, but I would swear I never said that." and she laughed out loud.
"I wear an extra large with as long a sleeve as you can find," Wyatt leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. "I sure feel rotten, this couldn't have happened at a worse time. I have to attend the meeting, no excuses, so may I make a deal with you for that bottle of aspirin?"
"Certainly, if you need more, I believe aspirin are part of the provisions that Corbin brought in."
"I'll get three," he said decisively.
Tess and the boys came in the door, laughing and clapping her hands in amusement. "How do you feel?" she asked Wyatt.
"Like I've been shot," he deadpanned, "the cookies are helping."
"They usually do," Tess agreed with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Cookies," the triplets breathed all together, "grandma, can we have some please."
Wyatt shuffled slowly into the kitchen, looking crabby and out of sorts. "I can't sleep or rest, my shoulder hurts." He crabbed to Clora. "did all those little b...……...get killed. I sure hope so."
"How about a cup of coffee and a couple of cookies?" Clora tried to diffuse the sour disposition of the sheriff. "I have some aspirin if you need it."
"I do, thank you. And yes to the cookies and coffee. That's a magic potion." Wyatt didn't smile and held his head with his free hand, rubbing his temple. "Where is everybody?"
"I see Tess and the boys walking up the lane, Mark and Corbin are out in the pasture, and that's all I can account for. Oh, yeah, Clara is over at Judy's, I believe she and Corbin are invited for supper. Here are the aspirin, don't you want water to swallow them with, rather than hot coffee?"
"Ahh, yeah, I guess so, thanks." Wyatt popped the white tablets in his mouth and chugged the glass of water.
"What size shirt do you wear? We have clothes upstairs, and I'll have Tessee go get you one."
"Tessee? Is that her name?"
"Tessee Evangaline Linderman," Clora remarked with a smile in her voice. "The pride of her parents, but I would swear I never said that." and she laughed out loud.
"I wear an extra large with as long a sleeve as you can find," Wyatt leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. "I sure feel rotten, this couldn't have happened at a worse time. I have to attend the meeting, no excuses, so may I make a deal with you for that bottle of aspirin?"
"Certainly, if you need more, I believe aspirin are part of the provisions that Corbin brought in."
"I'll get three," he said decisively.
Tess and the boys came in the door, laughing and clapping her hands in amusement. "How do you feel?" she asked Wyatt.
"Like I've been shot," he deadpanned, "the cookies are helping."
"They usually do," Tess agreed with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Cookies," the triplets breathed all together, "grandma, can we have some please."
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Folks, my company arrived early. The vicious cheek pinching aunties sailed in and looked around at my disheveled house. (I have been helping in the shop). They had to dust, and had a fir over Mr. KC's pistols on the dining room table. Hey, if they had stayed home another day, I'd have the pistols picked up.
Mr. KC, (double bless his heart for taking us into town for supper) saved my bacon.
The both of us wish all a Merry Christmas and please remember that Faith, love and charity are so very important all year long, but especially this Christmas.
I got to see the 'Christmas star all three nights; thank you God for providing a peek into your wonderous heavens.
Merry Christmas from Pac and Mr. KC.
Mr. KC, (double bless his heart for taking us into town for supper) saved my bacon.
The both of us wish all a Merry Christmas and please remember that Faith, love and charity are so very important all year long, but especially this Christmas.
I got to see the 'Christmas star all three nights; thank you God for providing a peek into your wonderous heavens.
Merry Christmas from Pac and Mr. KC.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Merry Christmas Pac. Good luck with the family.
Hilblyswife
Contributing Member
Merry Christmas, Pac. Enjoy the family. Enjoy the holidays.
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Siskiyoumom
Veteran Member
God’s abundant blessing for you and your kin folks.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Merry Christmas!
Sneaker 11
RECONDO
Merry Christmas and many thanks for the years of your remarkable stories. May the Lord bless you and this rag tag group in this upcoming year. I for one am glad that 2020 is indeed mostly hindsight. What a year!
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PacNorWest
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We had a wonderful Christmas.
We were not really expecting the aunties this year and were surprised when they showed up. Come to find out the two old gals had been told by their children to stay home; the old car was very unreliable, the weather was very cold and the two old sweeties made a break for it and came anyway.
(It's easy to tell that Mr. KC comes from a long line of outlaws. Outlaws that are 92 and 94 years old.)
We took them home yesterday, and the old car gave out close to 30 miles from their home. So we towed Mr. KC, and the aunties thought that was great fun and exciting.
The cousins have told Mr. KC that under no circumstances is he to repair their car. The younger families can't keep track of the two mischief makers. and get worried as the two old gals took off and didn't tell anyone where they were going.
We promised to go get them for decoration day in the spring, and they seemed happy with that idea.
So, my Christmas was warm and full of loving family; even though the two aunties are a real pain in the kiester.
We were not really expecting the aunties this year and were surprised when they showed up. Come to find out the two old gals had been told by their children to stay home; the old car was very unreliable, the weather was very cold and the two old sweeties made a break for it and came anyway.
(It's easy to tell that Mr. KC comes from a long line of outlaws. Outlaws that are 92 and 94 years old.)
We took them home yesterday, and the old car gave out close to 30 miles from their home. So we towed Mr. KC, and the aunties thought that was great fun and exciting.
The cousins have told Mr. KC that under no circumstances is he to repair their car. The younger families can't keep track of the two mischief makers. and get worried as the two old gals took off and didn't tell anyone where they were going.
We promised to go get them for decoration day in the spring, and they seemed happy with that idea.
So, my Christmas was warm and full of loving family; even though the two aunties are a real pain in the kiester.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#180
Because Tess was there to help her children, and by default Wyatt, Clora escaped outside to calm herself in the garden. Mark and Corbin came strolling over, only to be greeted by Clora's succinct growl of "coward." as she shook her forefinger at her husband.
That put Mark in good humor and he shouted with laughter, leaving Corbin with a puzzled expression.
"I'm going for a walk. you explain and deal with it dear." Clora smiled as she hustled away toward the horse pasture.
Jerry used Abby's horse to scout out the local countryside, and eventually he came across a small town of sorts, and recruited four men to help dig two graves. There was an old graveyard attached to the small stone church; along with an equally as old minister, who agreed to perform a service for Carole and Al.
Pastor Compton carefully interrogated Jerry as to the shooting and the ambush, and seemed to relax when he found out Wyatt was in control, but wounded and receiving care.
Because Tess was there to help her children, and by default Wyatt, Clora escaped outside to calm herself in the garden. Mark and Corbin came strolling over, only to be greeted by Clora's succinct growl of "coward." as she shook her forefinger at her husband.
That put Mark in good humor and he shouted with laughter, leaving Corbin with a puzzled expression.
"I'm going for a walk. you explain and deal with it dear." Clora smiled as she hustled away toward the horse pasture.
Jerry used Abby's horse to scout out the local countryside, and eventually he came across a small town of sorts, and recruited four men to help dig two graves. There was an old graveyard attached to the small stone church; along with an equally as old minister, who agreed to perform a service for Carole and Al.
Pastor Compton carefully interrogated Jerry as to the shooting and the ambush, and seemed to relax when he found out Wyatt was in control, but wounded and receiving care.
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you very much Pac. And so glad the aunties got home safely in the end.
RememberGoliad
Veteran Member
(Anybody besides me want to grow up and be one of the Aunties? I do think I have a good start on it)
Thank you for the chapter, Pac - and for the giggles!
Heck, I'd be fixing the aunts' car!
Thanks, PAC!
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#181
Chuck slowly wandered back to the town, enjoying the days and in no particular hurry to become embroiled in town living. He purposely hadn't thought about THAT woman, and wasn't excited to think about her now. He walked his horse past her house, noticing that it was tidy and she was evidently out in the back yard, as he could hear her singing.
Dory either didn't hear his horse, or at the moment, she wasn't interested; because she continued to sing and work in her garden. Completely ignoring, by design or purpose, the neighbor man.
That self same neighbor man, that was very aware of his neighbor, kept casting furtive glances in her direction, to no avail.
Donny and Sally were out in the garden, the warming earth smelling rich and brown, ready to nurture any seeds planted. Sticks with string attached were positioned according to the well-worked over garden plan, and the hoe brought out to open the furrows. Planting the seeds was serious business to the young children, they reached in the sacks and patiently withdrew one bean seed at a time and dropped it a hands width apart in the waiting earth.
Jerry asked about plots in the cemetery, did Carole and Al have any places pre-purchased.
"I'll have to ask the church secretary; Carole and Al were not ...ahem … not exactly faithful church goers. you understand." The right Reverend Compton coughed into his handkerchief. "Miss Maudie will look in the books and let us know if there were plots. If there aren't, do you want us to dig the graves anyway. You understand there is a fee associated with the plots and the service."
"Yes, there is money to pay for the burial," Jerry affirmed, "do any of you know, are there relatives to notify?"
Chuck slowly wandered back to the town, enjoying the days and in no particular hurry to become embroiled in town living. He purposely hadn't thought about THAT woman, and wasn't excited to think about her now. He walked his horse past her house, noticing that it was tidy and she was evidently out in the back yard, as he could hear her singing.
Dory either didn't hear his horse, or at the moment, she wasn't interested; because she continued to sing and work in her garden. Completely ignoring, by design or purpose, the neighbor man.
That self same neighbor man, that was very aware of his neighbor, kept casting furtive glances in her direction, to no avail.
Donny and Sally were out in the garden, the warming earth smelling rich and brown, ready to nurture any seeds planted. Sticks with string attached were positioned according to the well-worked over garden plan, and the hoe brought out to open the furrows. Planting the seeds was serious business to the young children, they reached in the sacks and patiently withdrew one bean seed at a time and dropped it a hands width apart in the waiting earth.
Jerry asked about plots in the cemetery, did Carole and Al have any places pre-purchased.
"I'll have to ask the church secretary; Carole and Al were not ...ahem … not exactly faithful church goers. you understand." The right Reverend Compton coughed into his handkerchief. "Miss Maudie will look in the books and let us know if there were plots. If there aren't, do you want us to dig the graves anyway. You understand there is a fee associated with the plots and the service."
"Yes, there is money to pay for the burial," Jerry affirmed, "do any of you know, are there relatives to notify?"
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
I think that DNA strand is in all our families; my particular 'special' PITA relatives are all gone now but....still miss the shenanigans; when the mischief-maker outlaws pass on, they'll be missed too.
Fix their ride but GPS it.....