sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
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Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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#281
Gary pushed on, the horses negotiating the grade toward the burned out plantation building. The old white burned skeleton of Lemmie's old house seemed undisturbed. The one item Gary had been hoping for, the cistern of the old shower, was mostly intact.
"We'll spend the night here," he told Ricky. "Time for a shower and a rest. There used to be quite a few wild hogs around here, a little roast pork sounds good to me."
Ricky got the message loud and clear. Misbehave and he would become hog bait. Well, this could be his opportunity to get away from his lame, jerk uncle. The man would have to put that blasted rifle down sometime, especially if he wanted to have a shower; that would give Ricky his chance, Ricky smiled to himself.
Gary was watching his young charge. The near smile playing around Ricky's mouth, told the older man that the youth had figured out a plan of action. It was a sure bet that he wasn't thinking about behaving and or cooperating. All Gary had to do, was remember back into his long, painful childhood, and realize he had an inside track on Ricky's behavior.
It was Gary's intention to be doubly cautious, he hadn't brought that little twerp all this way, just to start being careless now. Gary was far more clever at keeping his thoughts to himself; but Ricky was so busy congratulating himself on his
plot to gain freedom, that he didn't notice.
That was how Ricky found himself tied to a lone column of bricks while Gary enjoyed an overlong shower that included a bar of lye soap and off-key singing.
The track along side the Mississippi was like a four lane highway, The two wagons were just a pair of many that were headed South. There was security in numbers and backup and congestion at the more difficult water crossings.
Jerry was fretting that the pace was too slow, but the injured men more than appreciated the slower pace.
The journey was more than disgusting as the grass had been stripped for a quarter mile or more back from the river bank. The stench of human waste was overpowering and dangerous to walk anywhere but the well pounded wagon track. There was no wood for cooking fires and Jerry thought of the people he was traveling with as a plague of human locusts.
"We've got to get out of this mess, we're gonna get dysentery for sure." Jerry muttered, "Ole Doc wouldn't last ten minutes with the shape he's in. Donny is younger and in better shape, but still he's weak and mal nourished. Priss and the two of us are doing well, but we can't wallow around in all this human filth and stay healthy. I'm gonna turn East to get away from this confusion and dirty traveling."
Gary pushed on, the horses negotiating the grade toward the burned out plantation building. The old white burned skeleton of Lemmie's old house seemed undisturbed. The one item Gary had been hoping for, the cistern of the old shower, was mostly intact.
"We'll spend the night here," he told Ricky. "Time for a shower and a rest. There used to be quite a few wild hogs around here, a little roast pork sounds good to me."
Ricky got the message loud and clear. Misbehave and he would become hog bait. Well, this could be his opportunity to get away from his lame, jerk uncle. The man would have to put that blasted rifle down sometime, especially if he wanted to have a shower; that would give Ricky his chance, Ricky smiled to himself.
Gary was watching his young charge. The near smile playing around Ricky's mouth, told the older man that the youth had figured out a plan of action. It was a sure bet that he wasn't thinking about behaving and or cooperating. All Gary had to do, was remember back into his long, painful childhood, and realize he had an inside track on Ricky's behavior.
It was Gary's intention to be doubly cautious, he hadn't brought that little twerp all this way, just to start being careless now. Gary was far more clever at keeping his thoughts to himself; but Ricky was so busy congratulating himself on his
plot to gain freedom, that he didn't notice.
That was how Ricky found himself tied to a lone column of bricks while Gary enjoyed an overlong shower that included a bar of lye soap and off-key singing.
The track along side the Mississippi was like a four lane highway, The two wagons were just a pair of many that were headed South. There was security in numbers and backup and congestion at the more difficult water crossings.
Jerry was fretting that the pace was too slow, but the injured men more than appreciated the slower pace.
The journey was more than disgusting as the grass had been stripped for a quarter mile or more back from the river bank. The stench of human waste was overpowering and dangerous to walk anywhere but the well pounded wagon track. There was no wood for cooking fires and Jerry thought of the people he was traveling with as a plague of human locusts.
"We've got to get out of this mess, we're gonna get dysentery for sure." Jerry muttered, "Ole Doc wouldn't last ten minutes with the shape he's in. Donny is younger and in better shape, but still he's weak and mal nourished. Priss and the two of us are doing well, but we can't wallow around in all this human filth and stay healthy. I'm gonna turn East to get away from this confusion and dirty traveling."
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you, I was wondering Gary and the kid.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#282
"I think there is less than five miles before there is a cutoff towards Carthage, I'm gonna head over that way and get out of this mess." Jerry was gritting his teeth over the absolute disarray of the road and the ground around it.
"The guy I was talking too last night said there's a ford on the Illinois river, that's not too bad when the river is down. That's why I'm choosing to go that way." Jerry explained to Abby's quizzical look.
"I simply can't abide the lemming crowd, to me it's the worst travel we could do. If the lead driver goes over a cliff, then those who are following blindly, will also. We need to cross the Illinois and then the Tennessee down in Kentucky. I sure wish I had a map, that would make this so much easier. I'm trying to visualize a straight line from here to the retreat, and it seems my remembering isn't all that great." Jerry sighed hard and kept urging the horses onward.
"Do you think Dr. Bruce is gonna make it?" Abby asked quietly. "I don't think he's in very good shape."
"Ya know, I don't know what's the matter with him, and I'm about to the point that I don't give a rat's behind. He's been like this for over a year, has everyone's sympathy and offers to help, and I'm beginning to think he's faking it all for the attention. No man likes to lay around whining about how ill they are, unless they have some sort of an agenda they are promoting." Jerry was abrupt and succinct in his observations.
"You sound so much like Gary, when you talk like that," Abby halfway teased.
"I could do way worse," Jerry replied. "Here's our cutoff, I'm gonna pull out of the line up and have a short conference with Pricilla, Doc and Donny."
When the talk was all shook down, Pricilla and Doc elected to continue with the mass of wagons, and Jerry, Abby and Donny headed East.
Some where to the North of St. Louis, Chuck and Wyatt were camped out on the prairie for over a month. First, the mares started foaling. The first one had a filly, and the men agreed to wait a week before they resumed the southbound trek. Before the week was over, the second mare had a colt, adding another week to the wait. Finally they were down to the last mare, and had been sitting in the same camp for five weeks.
"If I thought it would do any good, I'd start squeezing that old gal to hurry this up. Lordy I'm sick of waiting," Wyatt complained loudly.
"Yeah, but look at the benefit this has been to us. We have imprinted the foals, they are strong and healthy and better suited to the rigors of traveling. I'm kinda hoping that this last foal is a colt. The mother is pretty old and I'm also hoping she lasts until we get them swapped out for our passage across the river." Chuck explained as he looked westward at the sky.
"Looks like a weather maker coming in, two bits bets ya that with the dropping temperature she foals tonight." Chuck offered his bet.
"Yer on, that's a crazy idea." Wyatt scoffed.
"I think there is less than five miles before there is a cutoff towards Carthage, I'm gonna head over that way and get out of this mess." Jerry was gritting his teeth over the absolute disarray of the road and the ground around it.
"The guy I was talking too last night said there's a ford on the Illinois river, that's not too bad when the river is down. That's why I'm choosing to go that way." Jerry explained to Abby's quizzical look.
"I simply can't abide the lemming crowd, to me it's the worst travel we could do. If the lead driver goes over a cliff, then those who are following blindly, will also. We need to cross the Illinois and then the Tennessee down in Kentucky. I sure wish I had a map, that would make this so much easier. I'm trying to visualize a straight line from here to the retreat, and it seems my remembering isn't all that great." Jerry sighed hard and kept urging the horses onward.
"Do you think Dr. Bruce is gonna make it?" Abby asked quietly. "I don't think he's in very good shape."
"Ya know, I don't know what's the matter with him, and I'm about to the point that I don't give a rat's behind. He's been like this for over a year, has everyone's sympathy and offers to help, and I'm beginning to think he's faking it all for the attention. No man likes to lay around whining about how ill they are, unless they have some sort of an agenda they are promoting." Jerry was abrupt and succinct in his observations.
"You sound so much like Gary, when you talk like that," Abby halfway teased.
"I could do way worse," Jerry replied. "Here's our cutoff, I'm gonna pull out of the line up and have a short conference with Pricilla, Doc and Donny."
When the talk was all shook down, Pricilla and Doc elected to continue with the mass of wagons, and Jerry, Abby and Donny headed East.
Some where to the North of St. Louis, Chuck and Wyatt were camped out on the prairie for over a month. First, the mares started foaling. The first one had a filly, and the men agreed to wait a week before they resumed the southbound trek. Before the week was over, the second mare had a colt, adding another week to the wait. Finally they were down to the last mare, and had been sitting in the same camp for five weeks.
"If I thought it would do any good, I'd start squeezing that old gal to hurry this up. Lordy I'm sick of waiting," Wyatt complained loudly.
"Yeah, but look at the benefit this has been to us. We have imprinted the foals, they are strong and healthy and better suited to the rigors of traveling. I'm kinda hoping that this last foal is a colt. The mother is pretty old and I'm also hoping she lasts until we get them swapped out for our passage across the river." Chuck explained as he looked westward at the sky.
"Looks like a weather maker coming in, two bits bets ya that with the dropping temperature she foals tonight." Chuck offered his bet.
"Yer on, that's a crazy idea." Wyatt scoffed.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you, Doc and pris are wrong thats for sure.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#283
Chuck won the bet. The old mare foaled close to midnight in a driving rainstorm.
"It would be nice if you weren't always so accurate in your predictions," Wyatt griped. "As cold as it is, the both of them will probably be sick, us included."
Chuck was infuriatingly calm. "Horses have been foaling out here on the prairie for hundreds of years. The walking we had the mares do, was more beneficial than being in a barn. Women are the same way, if they walk, they have an easier time birthing babies."
"Oh yeah, how do you know so much?"
"In a time far away, my wife and I had three girls. That's how come I know." Chuck spoke sadly. "A wife and children that wouldn't accept salvation, lied about it, and left in the cleansing wind, as Clora calls it."
"Oh,"
"How about you, you ever been married?" Chuck questioned as they sat under ponchos, watching the rain reduce their fire to sputtering, pitiful attempts to keep the coffee warm.
"No, I was probably close once, but she couldn't handle my profession. I liked being a Sheriff, and got shot up pretty badly one time and she split. Not a good story, but then the truth seldom is. Tess just scares me to death with her ability to know things. She promised she wouldn't tune into me, unless she felt danger and I admit to being freaked by that." Wyatt stared glumly into the fire.
"Sounds to me like she is doing all she can to be straight up with you," Chuck said matter of factly. "It looks to me, that she and Clora are responsible with their 'gift' if you want to call it that. I know I sure wouldn't want to go poking around in Mark's mind; now you want to talk about a scary dude, he certainly is." Chuck joined Wyatt in staring at the fire.
"We shouldn't be staring at the fire, it ruins our night vision for a good while." he finally commented.
"Yeah," was Wyatt's wordy reply.
There were four wagons that split off with Jerry and Abby to take a more eastwardly trail. By default, because he had the only saddle horse, Donny became the scout.
The number of abandoned farms and houses was increasing; the people pulling out and simply leaving what they didn't consider necessary.
They lost one of the wagons, when the occupants decided to pilfer through a particularly nice farmstead; and Jerry wouldn't wait.
"I don't hold with that," he jerked his thumb in the direction of the disappearing farm buildings. As the days stretched on, he drove his team harder and faster than the other two wagons were comfortable traveling.
It was no surprise that during the end of the second week, the other two wagons dropped out, citing the misuse of their horses as the reason.
"Good," was Jerry's sentiment, when they were back to traveling by themselves. The team of mares were in excellent shape, and away from the crush of southbound travelers, there was grass and water for their comfort.
It ws during the middle of the third week, that they came to Macomb and a fairly well traveled track south toward the Illinois.
Both Jerry and Abby had a little money to restock the bare essentials from the store that was operating, and they lingered for a brief time, collecting gossip and information.
Jerry found a map, and spent five dollars on the non-eating article. He was grinning from ear to ear, as excited about the dog eared atlas as he was about the two cans of coffee they had been able to buy.
Donny didn't have any money, so he stayed behind to provide security to the wagon and team. Several times he had to finger his rifle, when crowds of people acted like they were overly interested in the sturdy looking outfit.
Donny had no clue how handsome and dashing he appeared to the crowd. Astride his work hardened sorrel, with his hat pulled low and his droopy mustache reminiscent of good old Marshall Earp and Mark Linderman, he looked and acted like the cowboy he was.
For all his bravado, The young man was thankful when Jerry and Abby spent no more than an hour collecting their supplies. "Time to get gone, the people are getting way to curious for comfort," he hissed to Jerry.
Jerry had no problem setting a rapid pace with the team, antsy to be on the trail again.
Chuck won the bet. The old mare foaled close to midnight in a driving rainstorm.
"It would be nice if you weren't always so accurate in your predictions," Wyatt griped. "As cold as it is, the both of them will probably be sick, us included."
Chuck was infuriatingly calm. "Horses have been foaling out here on the prairie for hundreds of years. The walking we had the mares do, was more beneficial than being in a barn. Women are the same way, if they walk, they have an easier time birthing babies."
"Oh yeah, how do you know so much?"
"In a time far away, my wife and I had three girls. That's how come I know." Chuck spoke sadly. "A wife and children that wouldn't accept salvation, lied about it, and left in the cleansing wind, as Clora calls it."
"Oh,"
"How about you, you ever been married?" Chuck questioned as they sat under ponchos, watching the rain reduce their fire to sputtering, pitiful attempts to keep the coffee warm.
"No, I was probably close once, but she couldn't handle my profession. I liked being a Sheriff, and got shot up pretty badly one time and she split. Not a good story, but then the truth seldom is. Tess just scares me to death with her ability to know things. She promised she wouldn't tune into me, unless she felt danger and I admit to being freaked by that." Wyatt stared glumly into the fire.
"Sounds to me like she is doing all she can to be straight up with you," Chuck said matter of factly. "It looks to me, that she and Clora are responsible with their 'gift' if you want to call it that. I know I sure wouldn't want to go poking around in Mark's mind; now you want to talk about a scary dude, he certainly is." Chuck joined Wyatt in staring at the fire.
"We shouldn't be staring at the fire, it ruins our night vision for a good while." he finally commented.
"Yeah," was Wyatt's wordy reply.
There were four wagons that split off with Jerry and Abby to take a more eastwardly trail. By default, because he had the only saddle horse, Donny became the scout.
The number of abandoned farms and houses was increasing; the people pulling out and simply leaving what they didn't consider necessary.
They lost one of the wagons, when the occupants decided to pilfer through a particularly nice farmstead; and Jerry wouldn't wait.
"I don't hold with that," he jerked his thumb in the direction of the disappearing farm buildings. As the days stretched on, he drove his team harder and faster than the other two wagons were comfortable traveling.
It was no surprise that during the end of the second week, the other two wagons dropped out, citing the misuse of their horses as the reason.
"Good," was Jerry's sentiment, when they were back to traveling by themselves. The team of mares were in excellent shape, and away from the crush of southbound travelers, there was grass and water for their comfort.
It ws during the middle of the third week, that they came to Macomb and a fairly well traveled track south toward the Illinois.
Both Jerry and Abby had a little money to restock the bare essentials from the store that was operating, and they lingered for a brief time, collecting gossip and information.
Jerry found a map, and spent five dollars on the non-eating article. He was grinning from ear to ear, as excited about the dog eared atlas as he was about the two cans of coffee they had been able to buy.
Donny didn't have any money, so he stayed behind to provide security to the wagon and team. Several times he had to finger his rifle, when crowds of people acted like they were overly interested in the sturdy looking outfit.
Donny had no clue how handsome and dashing he appeared to the crowd. Astride his work hardened sorrel, with his hat pulled low and his droopy mustache reminiscent of good old Marshall Earp and Mark Linderman, he looked and acted like the cowboy he was.
For all his bravado, The young man was thankful when Jerry and Abby spent no more than an hour collecting their supplies. "Time to get gone, the people are getting way to curious for comfort," he hissed to Jerry.
Jerry had no problem setting a rapid pace with the team, antsy to be on the trail again.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Big thank you again Pac.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Folks,
I have the thrill of grandchildren; both mine and his coming for the next four days. Yeah their parents are coming also and I am happy and excited, this will be the first time they have been together.
I'll be back on Tuesday, if I can make it. LOL. I'm more excited than the kids.
Have a blessed Fourth of July and remember the cost of being citizens in this country. Happy Fourth, Pac & Mr. KC
I have the thrill of grandchildren; both mine and his coming for the next four days. Yeah their parents are coming also and I am happy and excited, this will be the first time they have been together.
I'll be back on Tuesday, if I can make it. LOL. I'm more excited than the kids.
Have a blessed Fourth of July and remember the cost of being citizens in this country. Happy Fourth, Pac & Mr. KC
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Wonderful, same here but just one, a 9 yr old great grand girl.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
A merging of the clans as it were; can't think of a better time for it than the 4th.
G.
Sneaker 11
RECONDO
Sounds like exciting times at the ol' ponderosa. Have a great weekend with your loved ones.
Let's all remember Ms Pacs challenge of the cost of our freedom as it is NOT free, but it sure is worth fighting for.
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Let's all remember Ms Pacs challenge of the cost of our freedom as it is NOT free, but it sure is worth fighting for.
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PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#284
Tilly Rodrigues was a fine broth of a Pennsylvania Dutch and Latino woman. That delightful fact, however fine it was, was not helping her find a ride in the crush of wagons headed South. Standing beside the dirt road with her thumb stuck out as a gesture of hitchhiking, she bravely kept a gentle smile on her face as the wagons rumbled by.
The moment Pricilla laid eyes on the large economy sized woman, there was an instant kindred feeling. Stopping briefly, Pricilla was yelling, "hurry and get on, we'll lose our place in line, and I don't intend to eat any more dust than is necessary."
There was an alarming lurch to the wagon as Tilly grabbed on and heaved her bulk onto the wagon seat.
"What is happening out there?" Bruce imperiously demanded. "Are we tipping over?"
"No!" Priss shouted back, "Go back to sleep and stop bothering me."
Bruce shrugged his shoulders unseen by the two women. Ever since they had split away from Jerry, Abby and Donny; Pricillia hand become an unsympathetic shrew. She certainly didn't treat him with care and consideration, and Bruce had a mind to let her know that kind of treatment was going to stop.
Tilly Rodrigues was a fine broth of a Pennsylvania Dutch and Latino woman. That delightful fact, however fine it was, was not helping her find a ride in the crush of wagons headed South. Standing beside the dirt road with her thumb stuck out as a gesture of hitchhiking, she bravely kept a gentle smile on her face as the wagons rumbled by.
The moment Pricilla laid eyes on the large economy sized woman, there was an instant kindred feeling. Stopping briefly, Pricilla was yelling, "hurry and get on, we'll lose our place in line, and I don't intend to eat any more dust than is necessary."
There was an alarming lurch to the wagon as Tilly grabbed on and heaved her bulk onto the wagon seat.
"What is happening out there?" Bruce imperiously demanded. "Are we tipping over?"
"No!" Priss shouted back, "Go back to sleep and stop bothering me."
Bruce shrugged his shoulders unseen by the two women. Ever since they had split away from Jerry, Abby and Donny; Pricillia hand become an unsympathetic shrew. She certainly didn't treat him with care and consideration, and Bruce had a mind to let her know that kind of treatment was going to stop.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Once you stop caring it's a big slid down.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#285
Tilly introduced herself, once she had caught her breath. Pricilla responded in the same and the two ladies slowly got to know one another as the wagon jumbled along.
:How far South are ya goin?" Pricilla questioned. "We may not be going as far as you want; but you're welcome to travel with us."
"Who's we?" Tilly questioned suspiciously.
"Oh, that's old Doc Bruce in the back. He's faking his severe injury to gain sympathy from anyone he can get it from. He was operated on over two years ago, and pretends he's not healed soes we'll wait on him hand and foot."
"I can hear you, you know," Bruce irritably snapped. "is there some reason you have to tell complete strangers my business, that is none of there's?"
"Doc Bruce, are you talking to me?" Pricilla questioned sweetly. "If so, please understand the truth hurts, but it none the less is still the truth, no matter if you like the sounds of it or not."
Tilly snorted.
"What have you got up there? A horse?" the cranky doctor asked waspishly.
Tilly made a little moue with her mouth and cast a knowing eye toward 'Cilla.
"One of those kind, huh?" Tilly said a touch loudly, so Bruce could hear loud and clear.
The way she said it, gave Bruce a fission of fear. The woman sounded just like Phoebe when she was preparing to exact justice on Bruce.
Bruce momentarily considered his predicament. He had no good choices with which to deal with. Jerry and his bunch were long gone; he couldn't walk the way to the retreat, but here were these two hardnosed women talking mean and nasty to him in his delicate state.
One of the few times Bruce exercised wisdom and good sense; he stayed quiet.
Cilla laughed silently and jerked her thumb in the direction of the voice she expected to roar with frustration, and when it didn't happen, she finally laughed out loud.
"Evil woman," Bruce momentarily forgot his resolve, and was rewarded by both women laughing.
Tilly introduced herself, once she had caught her breath. Pricilla responded in the same and the two ladies slowly got to know one another as the wagon jumbled along.
:How far South are ya goin?" Pricilla questioned. "We may not be going as far as you want; but you're welcome to travel with us."
"Who's we?" Tilly questioned suspiciously.
"Oh, that's old Doc Bruce in the back. He's faking his severe injury to gain sympathy from anyone he can get it from. He was operated on over two years ago, and pretends he's not healed soes we'll wait on him hand and foot."
"I can hear you, you know," Bruce irritably snapped. "is there some reason you have to tell complete strangers my business, that is none of there's?"
"Doc Bruce, are you talking to me?" Pricilla questioned sweetly. "If so, please understand the truth hurts, but it none the less is still the truth, no matter if you like the sounds of it or not."
Tilly snorted.
"What have you got up there? A horse?" the cranky doctor asked waspishly.
Tilly made a little moue with her mouth and cast a knowing eye toward 'Cilla.
"One of those kind, huh?" Tilly said a touch loudly, so Bruce could hear loud and clear.
The way she said it, gave Bruce a fission of fear. The woman sounded just like Phoebe when she was preparing to exact justice on Bruce.
Bruce momentarily considered his predicament. He had no good choices with which to deal with. Jerry and his bunch were long gone; he couldn't walk the way to the retreat, but here were these two hardnosed women talking mean and nasty to him in his delicate state.
One of the few times Bruce exercised wisdom and good sense; he stayed quiet.
Cilla laughed silently and jerked her thumb in the direction of the voice she expected to roar with frustration, and when it didn't happen, she finally laughed out loud.
"Evil woman," Bruce momentarily forgot his resolve, and was rewarded by both women laughing.
From another thread:
What every man that knows the female of the species knows but will rarely admit, "Cruel Women" is a redundant statement. A woman can be kind and caring, but when they get together as a group.......
When you hear women laugh, if they are laughing about a woman, even one they don't like, it is a sympathetic laugh. If they are laughing at a man. even one they like, it is a cruel laugh. Not judging, just observing.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Oh wow, thank you Pac. Took me 3 days to recoup form great grand being here for 3 1/2 days lol. How did you do? This week I have made strawberry and strawberry/rhubarb preserves.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
LOL. I'm not sure how I am doing. 3 young ones are still here. I have to have guidelines to know if I'm coming or going.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
I was told Grand kids were the ultimate blessings and tests .......
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
I remember having to take a few days to recover from a long weekend but I'm sure the causality was a tad different.....
Old Gray Mare
TB Fanatic
You know where those little ones get all their energy? They suck it out of the adults around them!
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Yah, der kleine Vampiren!!! Sie sind so süß!!!
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#286
"As to where I'm going, as far South as possible to get warm. I ain't been warm fer a whole year now, and I'm good and tired of shivering. You got any ideas on why the weather feels so screwy?" Tilly pulled her thin coat closer around her.
"What do you do?" Pricilla asked as they plodded along in line.
"A little bit of everything that is honest work," Tilly slowly admitted. "You name it, and I've probably done it. But I guess cooking mostly. I used to have a little hole in the wall café, where one day was Mexican food and the next was Pennsylvania Dutch. It's my heritage, ya understand and I got along real well doing that, but then it got soes nobody had any money. I gave away more food than I got paid for, and then it got empty. Everything got empty, my purse, my pantry and my heart." Tilly gave a huge sigh. "I couldn't stay, had no money to leave, and then there wasn't any other choice but to join all the other losers headed South. If I make it; then I make it. If I don't, well, it won't make me no never mind, will it."
"I guess," Pricilla mumbled. "Do you intend on dying any time soon?"
"Oh, heavens no," Tilly gave out with a great laugh. "I gotta find me a husband, it seems lately I've kinda got a hankering fer one. They ain't hard to find, but it seems most ov'em want a skinny, dainty looking thing, about as far from me as ya can get. It seems I ain't good merchandise." and Tilly gave another big sigh.
Pricilla didn't know what to say, so she sorta hummed a noise in her throat. "Well." she finally got around to saying out loud, "I guess that makes two of us. I'm not very merchantable myself. I was a stewardess on international flights, and there's not much call for that job position. It's not hard to see that I'm not thin and dainty. so I guess we are in the same boat."
"You two aren't going to start blubbering out there, are you?" Bruce demanded with his very most famous aristocratic voice.
"No," Priss said sweetly, "We're actually trying to figure out if we could sell or trade you for some food supplies. Donny left us some jerky, but it's almost all gone."
"Well, what if we set up shop tonight when we stop and charge food for his doctoring services" Tilly proposed. "One of us could always be with him, so the sniveling crybaby didn't run out on us. We could potentially make quite a haul."
"Fat chance," Bruce snapped in anger.
"I don't think the two of us would have any problem tying him up, until he was a little more agreeable to listen to reason." Tilly stifled her laughter behind her hand clamped over her mouth.
"Excellent idea," Priss agreed. "My compliments for thinking up such a good solution. "From now on Doctor Bruce, you are going to be our cash cow."
"As to where I'm going, as far South as possible to get warm. I ain't been warm fer a whole year now, and I'm good and tired of shivering. You got any ideas on why the weather feels so screwy?" Tilly pulled her thin coat closer around her.
"What do you do?" Pricilla asked as they plodded along in line.
"A little bit of everything that is honest work," Tilly slowly admitted. "You name it, and I've probably done it. But I guess cooking mostly. I used to have a little hole in the wall café, where one day was Mexican food and the next was Pennsylvania Dutch. It's my heritage, ya understand and I got along real well doing that, but then it got soes nobody had any money. I gave away more food than I got paid for, and then it got empty. Everything got empty, my purse, my pantry and my heart." Tilly gave a huge sigh. "I couldn't stay, had no money to leave, and then there wasn't any other choice but to join all the other losers headed South. If I make it; then I make it. If I don't, well, it won't make me no never mind, will it."
"I guess," Pricilla mumbled. "Do you intend on dying any time soon?"
"Oh, heavens no," Tilly gave out with a great laugh. "I gotta find me a husband, it seems lately I've kinda got a hankering fer one. They ain't hard to find, but it seems most ov'em want a skinny, dainty looking thing, about as far from me as ya can get. It seems I ain't good merchandise." and Tilly gave another big sigh.
Pricilla didn't know what to say, so she sorta hummed a noise in her throat. "Well." she finally got around to saying out loud, "I guess that makes two of us. I'm not very merchantable myself. I was a stewardess on international flights, and there's not much call for that job position. It's not hard to see that I'm not thin and dainty. so I guess we are in the same boat."
"You two aren't going to start blubbering out there, are you?" Bruce demanded with his very most famous aristocratic voice.
"No," Priss said sweetly, "We're actually trying to figure out if we could sell or trade you for some food supplies. Donny left us some jerky, but it's almost all gone."
"Well, what if we set up shop tonight when we stop and charge food for his doctoring services" Tilly proposed. "One of us could always be with him, so the sniveling crybaby didn't run out on us. We could potentially make quite a haul."
"Fat chance," Bruce snapped in anger.
"I don't think the two of us would have any problem tying him up, until he was a little more agreeable to listen to reason." Tilly stifled her laughter behind her hand clamped over her mouth.
"Excellent idea," Priss agreed. "My compliments for thinking up such a good solution. "From now on Doctor Bruce, you are going to be our cash cow."
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