Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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#641
"Well, I'm certainly am glad that jerk is being hauled away. We won't have to worry about him again." Breezy plopped down on a Cushion before the fireplace.
"I'm not sure that's correct," Gary was muttering, mostly to himself.
"Don't you be an ostrich," Tom warned. Breezy, shaking his finger at her. "Your head is so far in the sand, you'll never see him coming." he taunted Breezy. "Until he is permanently eliminated, you'll always have to be looking over your shoulder, either him or some flunky he's hired."
"What do you mean permanently eliminated?" Breezy asked with a dawning realization making her eyes go wide.
"Listen woman, don't be stupid, do you want to die by his hand.? He's already threatened you, what else do you need.?" Tom had an ugly voice and kept hammering at Breezy.
With each word she jerked like he was hitting her. "Stop," Breezy begged, "You can't be serious, I can't knowingly stand by and let you kill a person."
"Then he will kill you" Tom was deadly calm, his words all the more chilling in their quiet delivery.
"Gary, is this true, is this what you want?" Breezy kinds hiccupped and had to clear her throat.
Gary looked at the woman he had gotten very fond of. "he will kill you Breezy, I don't want that."
"Well, I'm certainly am glad that jerk is being hauled away. We won't have to worry about him again." Breezy plopped down on a Cushion before the fireplace.
"I'm not sure that's correct," Gary was muttering, mostly to himself.
"Don't you be an ostrich," Tom warned. Breezy, shaking his finger at her. "Your head is so far in the sand, you'll never see him coming." he taunted Breezy. "Until he is permanently eliminated, you'll always have to be looking over your shoulder, either him or some flunky he's hired."
"What do you mean permanently eliminated?" Breezy asked with a dawning realization making her eyes go wide.
"Listen woman, don't be stupid, do you want to die by his hand.? He's already threatened you, what else do you need.?" Tom had an ugly voice and kept hammering at Breezy.
With each word she jerked like he was hitting her. "Stop," Breezy begged, "You can't be serious, I can't knowingly stand by and let you kill a person."
"Then he will kill you" Tom was deadly calm, his words all the more chilling in their quiet delivery.
"Gary, is this true, is this what you want?" Breezy kinds hiccupped and had to clear her throat.
Gary looked at the woman he had gotten very fond of. "he will kill you Breezy, I don't want that."
feralferret
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Breezy, welcome to the real world!
Thanks, Pac.
Thanks, Pac.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you Pac. Yep Breezy cant see the forest for the trees.
PacNorWest
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#642
"I have to believe and adhere to the law, otherwise every thing I've done for the last twenty years has been for nothing.." Breezy protested.
"There's nothing more officious as a righteous liberal," Tom accused with a tone that completely went over Breezy's head. It wasn't meant as a compliment, coming from Tom, but Breezy either didn't understand or chose to ignore it.
"Gary, I can't let you purposely kill someone as a precaution, they have to commit an act of aggression first. Even if it means being hurt or worse, I can't condone aggression, it simply can't happen. I will just hire you to keep me safe.." Breezy had a streak of brilliant thoughts. "See, that's a good conclusion, we can make that work."
Gary sighed hard; and Tom started muttering. "Brother, I shore am glad that's your problem." Then Tom chuckled. "your gonna have a lot of work ahead of you. This is known as job security." and he laughed. "I'm gonna put up behind the desk for the night. I have to be outta here by 5:45 to get breakfast and get the kids to school."
Gary let the fire die down, and helped Breezy clean up the marshmallow fixins. "Thanks for helping clean up the basement." Gary mentioned.
"How did you know to plant the 'evidence' of Ernie's mis-deeds in that pile of his stuff. I didn't see you do that." Breezy was almost accusing, and maybe a little put out that things had happened that she wasn't in control of.
"Breezy," Gary turned to look at her. "I will do things that you don't know about, all to protect you. You can honestly say you have no knowledge, if you have no knowledge."
"Oh."
"Just as some day I will have to stop Ernie. I will not acknowledge, or tell you, he will simply be out of the picture." Gary fought hard against the urge to tell Breezy about the two stooges Ernie hired, that had already met their fate. That was a secret that was better left unspoken. It was impossible to convey to her the danger she was in, Breezy didn't live in his kind of world.
"Will you protect me? I will gladly hire you, because I would want you on the job 24/7. You would need to quit your other job, and like I said, I will gladly pay you."
"My other job?" Gary was confused.
"Well yes, don't you have a job now?"
Gary could hear Tom laughing in the office, obviously the man was enjoying himself at Gary's expense.
"Alright, I will give my resignation, my other job is one that is in the background and easy enough to work around." Gary listened to Tom laugh harder.
"Tom, you think I don't have a secondary job? I joined up with Dad, Milo, Tess, so stop yer sniveling." Gary called out.
"Really?" Tom's voice came floating in; "ain't it about time we got to sleep? If you two would stop talking, this poor old man could get some shut eye."
Gary was amused, but he motioned to Breezy to move down the hall toward her bedroom. "Let me move this other mattress to the floor. I want you to sleep in front of the door barricade. I'm going to be at the beginning of the hallway, so sleep tight."
It was a long, uncomfortable night for all three persons. Nothing happened, it was boring, bone aching and everyone was ready for coffee in the early pre dawn.
"I have to believe and adhere to the law, otherwise every thing I've done for the last twenty years has been for nothing.." Breezy protested.
"There's nothing more officious as a righteous liberal," Tom accused with a tone that completely went over Breezy's head. It wasn't meant as a compliment, coming from Tom, but Breezy either didn't understand or chose to ignore it.
"Gary, I can't let you purposely kill someone as a precaution, they have to commit an act of aggression first. Even if it means being hurt or worse, I can't condone aggression, it simply can't happen. I will just hire you to keep me safe.." Breezy had a streak of brilliant thoughts. "See, that's a good conclusion, we can make that work."
Gary sighed hard; and Tom started muttering. "Brother, I shore am glad that's your problem." Then Tom chuckled. "your gonna have a lot of work ahead of you. This is known as job security." and he laughed. "I'm gonna put up behind the desk for the night. I have to be outta here by 5:45 to get breakfast and get the kids to school."
Gary let the fire die down, and helped Breezy clean up the marshmallow fixins. "Thanks for helping clean up the basement." Gary mentioned.
"How did you know to plant the 'evidence' of Ernie's mis-deeds in that pile of his stuff. I didn't see you do that." Breezy was almost accusing, and maybe a little put out that things had happened that she wasn't in control of.
"Breezy," Gary turned to look at her. "I will do things that you don't know about, all to protect you. You can honestly say you have no knowledge, if you have no knowledge."
"Oh."
"Just as some day I will have to stop Ernie. I will not acknowledge, or tell you, he will simply be out of the picture." Gary fought hard against the urge to tell Breezy about the two stooges Ernie hired, that had already met their fate. That was a secret that was better left unspoken. It was impossible to convey to her the danger she was in, Breezy didn't live in his kind of world.
"Will you protect me? I will gladly hire you, because I would want you on the job 24/7. You would need to quit your other job, and like I said, I will gladly pay you."
"My other job?" Gary was confused.
"Well yes, don't you have a job now?"
Gary could hear Tom laughing in the office, obviously the man was enjoying himself at Gary's expense.
"Alright, I will give my resignation, my other job is one that is in the background and easy enough to work around." Gary listened to Tom laugh harder.
"Tom, you think I don't have a secondary job? I joined up with Dad, Milo, Tess, so stop yer sniveling." Gary called out.
"Really?" Tom's voice came floating in; "ain't it about time we got to sleep? If you two would stop talking, this poor old man could get some shut eye."
Gary was amused, but he motioned to Breezy to move down the hall toward her bedroom. "Let me move this other mattress to the floor. I want you to sleep in front of the door barricade. I'm going to be at the beginning of the hallway, so sleep tight."
It was a long, uncomfortable night for all three persons. Nothing happened, it was boring, bone aching and everyone was ready for coffee in the early pre dawn.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Big thank you Pac.
223shootersc
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Liberals, can't live with them and they won't let you hunt them! Thanks, Pac!
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Not yet
PacNorWest
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Folks,
we will be gone until sometime Friday. Going to kick over the traces and drop the reins for free wheeling time. Thanks for reading. Pac & Mr. KC.
we will be gone until sometime Friday. Going to kick over the traces and drop the reins for free wheeling time. Thanks for reading. Pac & Mr. KC.
feralferret
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Pac, You and Mr. KC enjoy your away time. We'll be here waiting when you come back.
PacNorWest
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#643
"Thanks Tom, I appreciate you coming over on such short notice," Gary stuck his hand out for the secret handshake. It was barely light, the coolness of dawn at odds with the coming heat of day.
"You may have to get Donny fer tonight. Both Toby and Renny have court tomorrow, so they will be up late tonight, and I will be needed to watch the kids." Tom put his coffee cup in the sink and filled it with water. "You two be good and I don't want to hear no arguing, Ms. Breezy, you listen real close to Mr. Gary, he's got real good instincts, so don't be ignoring him." Tom grinned like he was listening to a good inside joke.
Breezy looked sour, but nodded. "What are you, a personal cheerleader for Gary?"
"Yes Ma'am, depends on if you want to stay alive or not," Tom threw his parting shot over his shoulder, and went out the back door whistling.
"That is one insufferable man," Breezy sniped, "How come he thinks you walk on water?"
"Some day I'll tell you some of our history, but Breezy, being a tight family has kept us alive through some terrible times." Gary poured himself another cup of coffee.
"Didn't your brothers and sister have your back" Gary inquired.
"No, they were all so busy playing cya and toady to my Dad, they would turn on a brother or me in an instant. Sad but true, that's why I had to distance myself from them. I had my mother here for several years, before she passed away from cancer. I can count on the fingers of one hand the times my father and siblings came to see her. To complicate matters further, Mother changed her will, disinherited the rest of the family and left her goods to me. She was old South money, more genteel than wealthy, but the rest of the family wouldn't understand. On purpose," Breezy added. "that's how I got the 'Ben' case to complete. It was a punishment to me, for being independent." Breezy looked lost for a second, sad down to her toes.
Gary patted her shoulder, he tried for gentle as Breezy wasn't all that substantial, but she swayed and rocked, and Gary had to grab her arm.
"Easy Outlaw, I'm breakable," Breezy tried for a light note. "Gary, I have court on Thursday, will you be able to go and protect me? I am irrationally afraid of Ernie, what he said to me has scared me down to my toes."
"It depends on how much I get done here today and tomorrow. If I can't secure the house, I don't want to leave. I would have Donny go with you. He's young, but strong and smart, I would trust him with my life." Gary looked out the back door window. He could see that the pile of Ernie's belongings had been gone through and scattered around the back yard. He decided not to mention it to Breezy, she seemed to be a nervous little filly, better to keep her on an even keel.
"Ok, I can do that; if you're sure Donny could handle Ernie rushing me in the court house, or try to hi=jack me on the way to and from. He can't have a weapon in the court house, you know."
"I'm aware, but there are other methods, Breezy, just be assured we have extensive experience in protection. Can you leave that part of the equation to me and Donny, while you concentrate on your lawyer business?"
"Yess, I guess I can, but I'm scared. I can't help it. What will happen if you or this Donny have to shoot Ernie? Are you sure guns will be necessary?"
"Then we will get free council from the lawyer we are defending." Gary teased, looking at Breezy's frowning face. "I've got to call Donny, but I don't know his new phone number, so I need to call Dad to get the number, you're welcome to listen to the conversation if you'd like."
"I guess I trust you to get it started," Breezy sounded dubious, "I usually I have to be in control of everything, as there's no one else to do the work. I'll try hard to be agreeable, but cut me some slack please."
Gary nodded and got out his phone and dialed Mark's number.
"Thanks Tom, I appreciate you coming over on such short notice," Gary stuck his hand out for the secret handshake. It was barely light, the coolness of dawn at odds with the coming heat of day.
"You may have to get Donny fer tonight. Both Toby and Renny have court tomorrow, so they will be up late tonight, and I will be needed to watch the kids." Tom put his coffee cup in the sink and filled it with water. "You two be good and I don't want to hear no arguing, Ms. Breezy, you listen real close to Mr. Gary, he's got real good instincts, so don't be ignoring him." Tom grinned like he was listening to a good inside joke.
Breezy looked sour, but nodded. "What are you, a personal cheerleader for Gary?"
"Yes Ma'am, depends on if you want to stay alive or not," Tom threw his parting shot over his shoulder, and went out the back door whistling.
"That is one insufferable man," Breezy sniped, "How come he thinks you walk on water?"
"Some day I'll tell you some of our history, but Breezy, being a tight family has kept us alive through some terrible times." Gary poured himself another cup of coffee.
"Didn't your brothers and sister have your back" Gary inquired.
"No, they were all so busy playing cya and toady to my Dad, they would turn on a brother or me in an instant. Sad but true, that's why I had to distance myself from them. I had my mother here for several years, before she passed away from cancer. I can count on the fingers of one hand the times my father and siblings came to see her. To complicate matters further, Mother changed her will, disinherited the rest of the family and left her goods to me. She was old South money, more genteel than wealthy, but the rest of the family wouldn't understand. On purpose," Breezy added. "that's how I got the 'Ben' case to complete. It was a punishment to me, for being independent." Breezy looked lost for a second, sad down to her toes.
Gary patted her shoulder, he tried for gentle as Breezy wasn't all that substantial, but she swayed and rocked, and Gary had to grab her arm.
"Easy Outlaw, I'm breakable," Breezy tried for a light note. "Gary, I have court on Thursday, will you be able to go and protect me? I am irrationally afraid of Ernie, what he said to me has scared me down to my toes."
"It depends on how much I get done here today and tomorrow. If I can't secure the house, I don't want to leave. I would have Donny go with you. He's young, but strong and smart, I would trust him with my life." Gary looked out the back door window. He could see that the pile of Ernie's belongings had been gone through and scattered around the back yard. He decided not to mention it to Breezy, she seemed to be a nervous little filly, better to keep her on an even keel.
"Ok, I can do that; if you're sure Donny could handle Ernie rushing me in the court house, or try to hi=jack me on the way to and from. He can't have a weapon in the court house, you know."
"I'm aware, but there are other methods, Breezy, just be assured we have extensive experience in protection. Can you leave that part of the equation to me and Donny, while you concentrate on your lawyer business?"
"Yess, I guess I can, but I'm scared. I can't help it. What will happen if you or this Donny have to shoot Ernie? Are you sure guns will be necessary?"
"Then we will get free council from the lawyer we are defending." Gary teased, looking at Breezy's frowning face. "I've got to call Donny, but I don't know his new phone number, so I need to call Dad to get the number, you're welcome to listen to the conversation if you'd like."
"I guess I trust you to get it started," Breezy sounded dubious, "I usually I have to be in control of everything, as there's no one else to do the work. I'll try hard to be agreeable, but cut me some slack please."
Gary nodded and got out his phone and dialed Mark's number.
feralferret
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Looks like Breezy is starting to calm down some and start thinking. Finally!
Thanks, Pac.
Thanks, Pac.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you very much Pac.
223shootersc
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Thanks Pac!
PacNorWest
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#645
"Listen Gary, I'm not real happy that you want to pull Donny away from here." Mark's troubled voice came through loud and clear. "That only leaves Big and myself for protection."
"Dad, you also have the ability of Tess and Ma, that's a extra that none of the rest of us have. We've already had a run-in with Ernie and I can't be here and secure the house and protect Breezy back and forth in court at the same time."
"No, I guess not," Mark reluctantly agreed. "When do you need him?" Mark was busy thinking that Gary didn't use the formal Ms. Collins, or the more southern method of miss Breezy, so his most wayward son had probably met his match in a lady.
"You watch your behavior," Mark growled. "I don't want to hear of any fooling around."
"Yes Daddy," Gary simpered, irritated that Mark thought it necessary to remind an almost 40 plus years old man how to act.
"Gary," Mark warned once again, "Ms Breezy has a reputation you need to honor,"
"I'm very aware Dad, but I thank you for your concern." Gary hung up before he said something he'd be sorry for.
He might have started to swear under his breath, but there was a honk in the driveway, the rest of his big box hardware order had arrived.
Mark almost stomped down the hall to see id Donny was awake. He wasn't; so Mark went back to his office. Because he was in a mood, he sat and called around for demolition quotes on the rundown property owned by the Service. He wanted that half-wrecked monster torn down before Clora even got a whiff of the place. No way was he going to put up with remodeling that miserable jumble of rotten boards. Arranging for it's destruction, satisfied his attitude, and caused Clora to laugh in the kitchen.
Mark, also called a real estate agency, asked for a salesperson, stating his needs for a large house. Mark just plain didn't feel like spending his time searching for a place, let someone else put in the effort.
Feeling better about the status of his life, Mark went to the kitchen for coffee.
"Listen Gary, I'm not real happy that you want to pull Donny away from here." Mark's troubled voice came through loud and clear. "That only leaves Big and myself for protection."
"Dad, you also have the ability of Tess and Ma, that's a extra that none of the rest of us have. We've already had a run-in with Ernie and I can't be here and secure the house and protect Breezy back and forth in court at the same time."
"No, I guess not," Mark reluctantly agreed. "When do you need him?" Mark was busy thinking that Gary didn't use the formal Ms. Collins, or the more southern method of miss Breezy, so his most wayward son had probably met his match in a lady.
"You watch your behavior," Mark growled. "I don't want to hear of any fooling around."
"Yes Daddy," Gary simpered, irritated that Mark thought it necessary to remind an almost 40 plus years old man how to act.
"Gary," Mark warned once again, "Ms Breezy has a reputation you need to honor,"
"I'm very aware Dad, but I thank you for your concern." Gary hung up before he said something he'd be sorry for.
He might have started to swear under his breath, but there was a honk in the driveway, the rest of his big box hardware order had arrived.
Mark almost stomped down the hall to see id Donny was awake. He wasn't; so Mark went back to his office. Because he was in a mood, he sat and called around for demolition quotes on the rundown property owned by the Service. He wanted that half-wrecked monster torn down before Clora even got a whiff of the place. No way was he going to put up with remodeling that miserable jumble of rotten boards. Arranging for it's destruction, satisfied his attitude, and caused Clora to laugh in the kitchen.
Mark, also called a real estate agency, asked for a salesperson, stating his needs for a large house. Mark just plain didn't feel like spending his time searching for a place, let someone else put in the effort.
Feeling better about the status of his life, Mark went to the kitchen for coffee.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Lol, great one for Gary. Thank you Pac.
PacNorWest
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#545
Wandering back to his office, Mark set his coffee cup on the desk pad and opened the computer. Of all the things he missed from their time travels, it was the convenience of having information readily available at his fingertips. Strangely enough, there were occasional offers of employment for his cyber company; left over from the Applewood Farm days in Oregon.
Occasionally, another life insurance inquiry would pop up, indicating that he wasn't finished with incompetent uncle Wade's unusual methods. Thinking back on Wilson's devilish, evil antics, Mark felt that the Prince had helped contain most of his cursed uncle's interference, but the threat would never be completely over.
And then, there was Warren. Mark couldn't help but have a pang for the man that had been his father. Since they had been back in 'modern' times; there had been a couple of inquiries from some woman in Norway, asking for information about the United States Linderman's for an ancestry investigation.
Mark's problem was that he wasn't a Linderman by birth. He was a Donaldson; not that he ever intended to use the Donaldson name. To further complicate the matter, the woman signed her name Ingrid Samules Linderman.
"Ok, Mark thought. That was a giant red flag. All the problems with the Samule's family had never been settled, only glossed over and hopefully forgotten.
Mark felt that the Samules were people prone to never forget and carry on a feud. This inquiry from the past was unsettling. and hopefully Clora might be able to shed some light on the caution he was feeling.
The first of the demolition estimates came in, a hefty $100 grand for restoration back to bare ground. Immediately on the heels of the demo estimate, came a offer from a holding company to purchase the land for $500 K.
Mark smiled to himself and forwarded the two messages on to Woody Branch. It was a liberating feeling to have someone else responsible for the decisions, and Mark leaned back in his chair and sipped the barely cooled coffee.
Gary took delivery of the rest of his order, signing on the bottom of the invoice.
"How much is this costing?" Breezy asked and Gary handed her the yellow copy. He got the first invoice from his shirt pocket and unfolded it while Breezy was scanning the recent one.
"You're sure all this is necessary?" she looked up frowning. "I've never had these kind of bills before."
"They are," Gary's deep voice rumbled. "This is the most unprotected and breach able house with no security I've ever been in. It's a wonder that you haven't been broken into before."
"Well," Breezy had such a guilty and resigned look on her face, "there was this time a couple of years ago that someone broke in. I didn't find anything missing, but Ernie about had apoplexy, ranting and raving and making a big fuss about going to the basement to check on his precious files"
"Oh," Breezy had a dawning look on her face, "he wasn't worried about the files, was he. He was worried about his identity scam."
"Bingo," Gary was watching the pickup with the construction logo pull up in front "I believe the calvary has arrived.".
Wandering back to his office, Mark set his coffee cup on the desk pad and opened the computer. Of all the things he missed from their time travels, it was the convenience of having information readily available at his fingertips. Strangely enough, there were occasional offers of employment for his cyber company; left over from the Applewood Farm days in Oregon.
Occasionally, another life insurance inquiry would pop up, indicating that he wasn't finished with incompetent uncle Wade's unusual methods. Thinking back on Wilson's devilish, evil antics, Mark felt that the Prince had helped contain most of his cursed uncle's interference, but the threat would never be completely over.
And then, there was Warren. Mark couldn't help but have a pang for the man that had been his father. Since they had been back in 'modern' times; there had been a couple of inquiries from some woman in Norway, asking for information about the United States Linderman's for an ancestry investigation.
Mark's problem was that he wasn't a Linderman by birth. He was a Donaldson; not that he ever intended to use the Donaldson name. To further complicate the matter, the woman signed her name Ingrid Samules Linderman.
"Ok, Mark thought. That was a giant red flag. All the problems with the Samule's family had never been settled, only glossed over and hopefully forgotten.
Mark felt that the Samules were people prone to never forget and carry on a feud. This inquiry from the past was unsettling. and hopefully Clora might be able to shed some light on the caution he was feeling.
The first of the demolition estimates came in, a hefty $100 grand for restoration back to bare ground. Immediately on the heels of the demo estimate, came a offer from a holding company to purchase the land for $500 K.
Mark smiled to himself and forwarded the two messages on to Woody Branch. It was a liberating feeling to have someone else responsible for the decisions, and Mark leaned back in his chair and sipped the barely cooled coffee.
Gary took delivery of the rest of his order, signing on the bottom of the invoice.
"How much is this costing?" Breezy asked and Gary handed her the yellow copy. He got the first invoice from his shirt pocket and unfolded it while Breezy was scanning the recent one.
"You're sure all this is necessary?" she looked up frowning. "I've never had these kind of bills before."
"They are," Gary's deep voice rumbled. "This is the most unprotected and breach able house with no security I've ever been in. It's a wonder that you haven't been broken into before."
"Well," Breezy had such a guilty and resigned look on her face, "there was this time a couple of years ago that someone broke in. I didn't find anything missing, but Ernie about had apoplexy, ranting and raving and making a big fuss about going to the basement to check on his precious files"
"Oh," Breezy had a dawning look on her face, "he wasn't worried about the files, was he. He was worried about his identity scam."
"Bingo," Gary was watching the pickup with the construction logo pull up in front "I believe the calvary has arrived.".
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
thank you Pac.PacNorWest
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#545b
"Ham, Hamilton Parker. Call me Ham. Watcha got going here. This sure is a fantastic example of southern colonial architecture. How old is the house?" Ham was friendly and yet shrewd, as he appraised the problems he could see. His eyes traveled around until he reached the door.
Ham's eyes widened, and he shook his head in amazement. "Ok, I see the number one problem, holy schmoley, that's a horrible thing." Ham went over to the open space around the door and started muttering. "It needs a frame and we need to check the ceiling to see if it's sagged." the muttering continued as he marked on the clip board. "I see another door, right? Any other problems?"
Gary nodded and gestured toward the hall. "Let me move the barrier, there is a set of old French doors that wouldn't keep out a mosquito." He removed the mattress and shuffled over the dressers. "Old windows in every room about to have the glass fall out of the frames. Question Sir, do you have a crew that could come and do as much as possible to secure the house today?" Gary asked seriously.
"Humm, I have three men on the way; and another crew that should finish up their job about noontime." Ham was scratching his chin. "The door frame obviously first, the second door, and the French doors. Yeah, I think we can get most of that secured, but it's gonna cost."
"Please," Breezy spoke up, "I have a crazy man threating my life, he used to work here and is very familiar with the house and it's problems. I can afford a reasonable amount and perhaps I could make payments with interest?"
Ham was obviously had a soft spot for ladies in distress, and he nodded. : "I think we can come to an agreement; a couple of thousand up front for supplies and we'll get started."
Breezy coughed a little and said in a quiet voice, "let me get you a check." And she went to her desk.
Ham went back over to the door frame and looked it over. "Actually," he told Gary, "I would recommend a different door. This needs to be a metal one with a metal frame. We would need scaffolding to secure the ceiling and wall before framing it in."
"You order and I'll get the door invoice from Ms. Breezy for the return. The guys that delivered seem to be a good lot, they suggested you and your company."
By noon time there was a lot of hammering and the screech of power saws rent the air. "Breezy, I need to go to the bank. Do you think you will feel safe staying here with all the workmen around?"
"Not really, but I think I should be here. I have sensitive files of upcoming trials, that I need to keep an eye on." Breezy looked around at the busy crews and gave Gary a wan smile. "Don't take forever." she admonished.
"Ham, Hamilton Parker. Call me Ham. Watcha got going here. This sure is a fantastic example of southern colonial architecture. How old is the house?" Ham was friendly and yet shrewd, as he appraised the problems he could see. His eyes traveled around until he reached the door.
Ham's eyes widened, and he shook his head in amazement. "Ok, I see the number one problem, holy schmoley, that's a horrible thing." Ham went over to the open space around the door and started muttering. "It needs a frame and we need to check the ceiling to see if it's sagged." the muttering continued as he marked on the clip board. "I see another door, right? Any other problems?"
Gary nodded and gestured toward the hall. "Let me move the barrier, there is a set of old French doors that wouldn't keep out a mosquito." He removed the mattress and shuffled over the dressers. "Old windows in every room about to have the glass fall out of the frames. Question Sir, do you have a crew that could come and do as much as possible to secure the house today?" Gary asked seriously.
"Humm, I have three men on the way; and another crew that should finish up their job about noontime." Ham was scratching his chin. "The door frame obviously first, the second door, and the French doors. Yeah, I think we can get most of that secured, but it's gonna cost."
"Please," Breezy spoke up, "I have a crazy man threating my life, he used to work here and is very familiar with the house and it's problems. I can afford a reasonable amount and perhaps I could make payments with interest?"
Ham was obviously had a soft spot for ladies in distress, and he nodded. : "I think we can come to an agreement; a couple of thousand up front for supplies and we'll get started."
Breezy coughed a little and said in a quiet voice, "let me get you a check." And she went to her desk.
Ham went back over to the door frame and looked it over. "Actually," he told Gary, "I would recommend a different door. This needs to be a metal one with a metal frame. We would need scaffolding to secure the ceiling and wall before framing it in."
"You order and I'll get the door invoice from Ms. Breezy for the return. The guys that delivered seem to be a good lot, they suggested you and your company."
By noon time there was a lot of hammering and the screech of power saws rent the air. "Breezy, I need to go to the bank. Do you think you will feel safe staying here with all the workmen around?"
"Not really, but I think I should be here. I have sensitive files of upcoming trials, that I need to keep an eye on." Breezy looked around at the busy crews and gave Gary a wan smile. "Don't take forever." she admonished.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, Pac!
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#546
"Breezy, may I borrow your car to go to the bank? It would be quicker than getting my Jeep out of the garage. Listen, please stay in the office where there are many people. Do you want me to help you scoot the desk back toward the wall?"
:Yes, that's a good idea. Thanks for suggesting it. Sure, let me get the keys. Hey, Gary, you might stop at the store and get milk and bread and lunchmeat."
"Ok," and Gary caught the keys Breezy tossed his way. Gary drove the Burgandy mid sized car, it was clean and seemed to drive well. Gary went to his bank, dismayed at the slim balance it contained. Muttering to himself, he withdrew a couple of hundred, and drove to the nearest grocery.
In one way, he hoped that good old Woody Branch had a program of a sign on bonus for an experienced military man that was ready to join the Marshall's Service. Gary was broke, and hoped there weren't many more out of pocket expenses connected with Breezy and her house hardening.
As if, once he thought of Woody, he opened a channel of communication with the head director, good old Woody gave him a call. It was a very satisfying talk, Gary agreed to join, was pleased with the salary and wasn't happy that he had to go to the main headquarters and be checked over, finger printed, tested and tuned to the rules and regulations. And he had to report in two weeks..
He couldn't beg a leave of absence before he even started, so he had to wind up this problem with Ernie in a short hurry. Realistically, there was only one solid solution. However, short of provoking a shoot out with the little rat faced man, modern life frowned on assassinations, especially without a good cause.
Always a problem, Gary said to himself., as he gathered up what Breezy requested. He also got rice, beans, bouillon, a couple of tins of tuna and canned beef. Breezy might as well get used to stretching the dollar if she was going to hang around with him.
Driving back to the house in town, he was collecting the sacks when a police cruiser pulled up. "Hey dude, that's some seriously messed up fella we arrested here the other night. He's spent time in jail screaming about all the damage he plans to do to the lawyer and you and this place. Brags that he's gonna burn it to the ground. We will run patrols past her more frequently, but be alert, he's plumb crazy." the larger of the two men called out.
"How long can you hold him?" Gary questioned.
"He's in on a Baker Act right now, so 72 hours on that. For threatening to kill you guys, I don't know. All these lenient, liberal judges have been turning perps lose without bail restrictions. We catch'rm and they're loose before we can get the paperwork finished. "
"Hey, we wanted to tell you that the third story windows, the middle one looks down, like it's unlatched. You'd better check that out before tonight rolls around."
"Thanks", Gary craned his neck to look at the row of old windows he had never noticed. It wasn't just one, they all looked bad. "Thanks again, I'll get right on it."
"Breezy, may I borrow your car to go to the bank? It would be quicker than getting my Jeep out of the garage. Listen, please stay in the office where there are many people. Do you want me to help you scoot the desk back toward the wall?"
:Yes, that's a good idea. Thanks for suggesting it. Sure, let me get the keys. Hey, Gary, you might stop at the store and get milk and bread and lunchmeat."
"Ok," and Gary caught the keys Breezy tossed his way. Gary drove the Burgandy mid sized car, it was clean and seemed to drive well. Gary went to his bank, dismayed at the slim balance it contained. Muttering to himself, he withdrew a couple of hundred, and drove to the nearest grocery.
In one way, he hoped that good old Woody Branch had a program of a sign on bonus for an experienced military man that was ready to join the Marshall's Service. Gary was broke, and hoped there weren't many more out of pocket expenses connected with Breezy and her house hardening.
As if, once he thought of Woody, he opened a channel of communication with the head director, good old Woody gave him a call. It was a very satisfying talk, Gary agreed to join, was pleased with the salary and wasn't happy that he had to go to the main headquarters and be checked over, finger printed, tested and tuned to the rules and regulations. And he had to report in two weeks..
He couldn't beg a leave of absence before he even started, so he had to wind up this problem with Ernie in a short hurry. Realistically, there was only one solid solution. However, short of provoking a shoot out with the little rat faced man, modern life frowned on assassinations, especially without a good cause.
Always a problem, Gary said to himself., as he gathered up what Breezy requested. He also got rice, beans, bouillon, a couple of tins of tuna and canned beef. Breezy might as well get used to stretching the dollar if she was going to hang around with him.
Driving back to the house in town, he was collecting the sacks when a police cruiser pulled up. "Hey dude, that's some seriously messed up fella we arrested here the other night. He's spent time in jail screaming about all the damage he plans to do to the lawyer and you and this place. Brags that he's gonna burn it to the ground. We will run patrols past her more frequently, but be alert, he's plumb crazy." the larger of the two men called out.
"How long can you hold him?" Gary questioned.
"He's in on a Baker Act right now, so 72 hours on that. For threatening to kill you guys, I don't know. All these lenient, liberal judges have been turning perps lose without bail restrictions. We catch'rm and they're loose before we can get the paperwork finished. "
"Hey, we wanted to tell you that the third story windows, the middle one looks down, like it's unlatched. You'd better check that out before tonight rolls around."
"Thanks", Gary craned his neck to look at the row of old windows he had never noticed. It wasn't just one, they all looked bad. "Thanks again, I'll get right on it."
223shootersc
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thanks, PAc!
PacNorWest
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What a bother, please excuse the lines under the final paragraph. I can't figure out how to erase it.
We did have a good time away. On Thurs. we got word that Aunties cousin had passed away, so we went her way. Cousin has no living relatives, left everything to Auntie, and Auntie wanted help cleaning out Cousin's house. Auntie's family is busy feeding and starting to calve, and had no time until much later in the spring.
We boxed up most everything to bring to our community thrift store. We had to rent a trailer, and the thrift store was over stocked in one day. Auntie and I each kept a hanky and I have a nifty little black church hat to remember Cousin by. (Mr. KC didn't want a hanky!) Auntie sure wanted to come home with us, I felt really bad, but both Mr. KC and myself have a cold, and she's old and frail.
Auntie's boy looked very relieved that the job was done. He's already over tired and over stressed by calving and all these storms. We pray for him, the whole family in fact. We will miss Cousin, I didn't know her as well as Auntie, but she was proud and dignified and lived a good life. She loved the Lord and He guided her life.
We did have a good time away. On Thurs. we got word that Aunties cousin had passed away, so we went her way. Cousin has no living relatives, left everything to Auntie, and Auntie wanted help cleaning out Cousin's house. Auntie's family is busy feeding and starting to calve, and had no time until much later in the spring.
We boxed up most everything to bring to our community thrift store. We had to rent a trailer, and the thrift store was over stocked in one day. Auntie and I each kept a hanky and I have a nifty little black church hat to remember Cousin by. (Mr. KC didn't want a hanky!) Auntie sure wanted to come home with us, I felt really bad, but both Mr. KC and myself have a cold, and she's old and frail.
Auntie's boy looked very relieved that the job was done. He's already over tired and over stressed by calving and all these storms. We pray for him, the whole family in fact. We will miss Cousin, I didn't know her as well as Auntie, but she was proud and dignified and lived a good life. She loved the Lord and He guided her life.
sssarawolf
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Very good, thank you very much Pac.