Hi, My Name is Tessee
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bad_karma00
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Mark seriously needs to punch Ben's lights out. Maybe when he wakes up he won't be such an @$$hat.
Pac that was awesome. I really like old Mark. He see's a problem and he deals with it. Good man to have around!
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Pac that was awesome. I really like old Mark. He see's a problem and he deals with it. Good man to have around!
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stjwelding
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Thanks Pac
Wayne
Wayne
Great chapter! I bet the dogs will survive though (hope so!).
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
yes hope the dogs got out.
PacNorWest
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#35d
Mark's shoulders slumped and his head hung like a whipped pup. Of all the hurtful things Ben could have said; the animal lover in Mark was wounded deeply. He had to choose between the animals and his family, and there was only one choice.
Nobody knew how Clora did it, but it was talked about for years to come. She dumped two clinging children on the floor, untangled from the blanket, reached in her pocket and had Sandy's little straight blade with the point touching the underside of Ben's jaw before anyone could react. "I told you that was enough," she said coldly, pushing the point against his jaw bone hard enough to break the skin. Ben's neck was stretched up so far that he looked like a human giraffe.
Clora squared herself, dropped her knife hand, pulled her other arm back and landed a hay maker on Ben's jaw. He dropped like a rock.
"Hey, I didn't say nothing," Wayne protested, holding up his hands to ward off Clora's next expected punch.
"I hope not, I have listened to all of this sniping we intend to listen to," Princess Clora drew herself up to her regal height and issued commands. Wayne reported later that he had this undeniable urge to do as she asked, right away thank you.
Ben was stirring on the floor and right behind Clora, Mark's large strong hand reached over her shoulder and picked Ben up by a handful of shirt. When Ben's form cleared Clora, Mark punched the man so hard his teeth snapped together.
Ben went sailing across the floor to land against the dining room wall. "In for a goose, in for a gander," Mark muttered.
Clora had teared up, sniffing at the rage and damage she had felt and done to her brother. "How could you," she spit in rage, standing over Ben, crying in her helplessness.
Mark turned Clora around and propelled her into the kitchen, "the kids need you," he insisted, saying the only thing that could reach her.
Mark picked up Ben like he was a rag doll and stomped to the front room door. Opening it, he turned around to growl at Wayne, "get over here," and by gosh, yes Sir, Wayne did just that.
Outside Mark pinned Ben up against the woodshed wall. "Hanson, I don't know what your problem is, but you are going in there and apologize to your sister and you will not ever again be disrespectful to her. Me, I don't care what you say, but that woman in there thinks the sun rises and sets in you, and you will be a gentleman Ben Hanson."
If Wayne hadn't been a witness to the whole spectacle, he never would have believed in what he saw. Ben got up and walked into the house, snow almost obscuring the man as he mounted the steps and let himself in.
Mark took up a sentry pose, scanning the yard that he could see, ready to protect the rest of the farm.
"You've sure got a heapin amount of pride and honor," Wayne said casually.
"It's the only thing I have that's mine," Mark replied, "Everything else I have known has been a fabricated way of life. I had nothing till I met Clora, and I will not have her hurt."
"I don't have a clue what's the matter with Ben," Wayne confessed, "he's taking such a hard line with you, it's surprising. He's not like that. He was a good lawman. Even better than Will cause he was more levelheaded and less prone to make snap judgments. Lainey is beside herself with worry and strain. Cheryl says she's probably gonna lose the baby the way this is so hard on her."
Mark heard Ben's footsteps but Wayne did not. "Cheryl says Lainey's sick and Ben can't even put aside his dislike of you long enough to see what's right in front of his face. He's gonna wind up by himself, Lainey has a choice to stay with him, or loose her child. She's gonna choose the babies, and he can't see it."
That was a mouthful for Wayne to say, the reticent man rarely opened up with clan gossip per se. Ben stood in the snow, listening to the truth. It made him want to throw up; he watched as snowflakes landed on his hand and melt. Ben had a glimpse into his future with that melting drop of water, that's what he was going to be. One thing in the beginning and then changed into nothing.
Turning away, Ben walked into the cold storm. He needed a reality check.
Mark's shoulders slumped and his head hung like a whipped pup. Of all the hurtful things Ben could have said; the animal lover in Mark was wounded deeply. He had to choose between the animals and his family, and there was only one choice.
Nobody knew how Clora did it, but it was talked about for years to come. She dumped two clinging children on the floor, untangled from the blanket, reached in her pocket and had Sandy's little straight blade with the point touching the underside of Ben's jaw before anyone could react. "I told you that was enough," she said coldly, pushing the point against his jaw bone hard enough to break the skin. Ben's neck was stretched up so far that he looked like a human giraffe.
Clora squared herself, dropped her knife hand, pulled her other arm back and landed a hay maker on Ben's jaw. He dropped like a rock.
"Hey, I didn't say nothing," Wayne protested, holding up his hands to ward off Clora's next expected punch.
"I hope not, I have listened to all of this sniping we intend to listen to," Princess Clora drew herself up to her regal height and issued commands. Wayne reported later that he had this undeniable urge to do as she asked, right away thank you.
Ben was stirring on the floor and right behind Clora, Mark's large strong hand reached over her shoulder and picked Ben up by a handful of shirt. When Ben's form cleared Clora, Mark punched the man so hard his teeth snapped together.
Ben went sailing across the floor to land against the dining room wall. "In for a goose, in for a gander," Mark muttered.
Clora had teared up, sniffing at the rage and damage she had felt and done to her brother. "How could you," she spit in rage, standing over Ben, crying in her helplessness.
Mark turned Clora around and propelled her into the kitchen, "the kids need you," he insisted, saying the only thing that could reach her.
Mark picked up Ben like he was a rag doll and stomped to the front room door. Opening it, he turned around to growl at Wayne, "get over here," and by gosh, yes Sir, Wayne did just that.
Outside Mark pinned Ben up against the woodshed wall. "Hanson, I don't know what your problem is, but you are going in there and apologize to your sister and you will not ever again be disrespectful to her. Me, I don't care what you say, but that woman in there thinks the sun rises and sets in you, and you will be a gentleman Ben Hanson."
If Wayne hadn't been a witness to the whole spectacle, he never would have believed in what he saw. Ben got up and walked into the house, snow almost obscuring the man as he mounted the steps and let himself in.
Mark took up a sentry pose, scanning the yard that he could see, ready to protect the rest of the farm.
"You've sure got a heapin amount of pride and honor," Wayne said casually.
"It's the only thing I have that's mine," Mark replied, "Everything else I have known has been a fabricated way of life. I had nothing till I met Clora, and I will not have her hurt."
"I don't have a clue what's the matter with Ben," Wayne confessed, "he's taking such a hard line with you, it's surprising. He's not like that. He was a good lawman. Even better than Will cause he was more levelheaded and less prone to make snap judgments. Lainey is beside herself with worry and strain. Cheryl says she's probably gonna lose the baby the way this is so hard on her."
Mark heard Ben's footsteps but Wayne did not. "Cheryl says Lainey's sick and Ben can't even put aside his dislike of you long enough to see what's right in front of his face. He's gonna wind up by himself, Lainey has a choice to stay with him, or loose her child. She's gonna choose the babies, and he can't see it."
That was a mouthful for Wayne to say, the reticent man rarely opened up with clan gossip per se. Ben stood in the snow, listening to the truth. It made him want to throw up; he watched as snowflakes landed on his hand and melt. Ben had a glimpse into his future with that melting drop of water, that's what he was going to be. One thing in the beginning and then changed into nothing.
Turning away, Ben walked into the cold storm. He needed a reality check.
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Oh I KNOW!!
that is what I love about her! I know she "may" or "may not" forgive; but I has ta root for her! I can just "see" that weight lift from her shoulders that she didn't even know she had.... so I hope it's ok that I keep hoping for that "good" thing to happen. especially since she is a bible reader, I can "see" her coming across that passage and just realizing that bit of truth and making it her own. Then coming out stronger and more at peace.
Some people, as a means of self protection, dig in their heals. Stress and life in general drag them along anyway. Their heels leave ruts. The longer they get dragged (or allow themselves to be dragged) the deeper those ruts get. After a while the ruts wind up deeper than the person is tall and they can't see anything ahead or behind them ... its like they are being pulled through a dark tunnel and they are just praying that there is a light at the end.
Now if that person is lucky or blessed something comes along that makes them realize that no longer is it the stress that had ahold of them, but that they are the ones hanging onto the stress. That they aren't doing anything but digging themselves deeper rather than out from under. Once they reach that realization they have a chance ... keep digging or build a ladder.
Let's hope that Ben is going to start building that ladder.
Now if that person is lucky or blessed something comes along that makes them realize that no longer is it the stress that had ahold of them, but that they are the ones hanging onto the stress. That they aren't doing anything but digging themselves deeper rather than out from under. Once they reach that realization they have a chance ... keep digging or build a ladder.
Let's hope that Ben is going to start building that ladder.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
In his stress, Ben has allowed one tiny irritant to blossom into a mega kilowatt atom bomb event. He didn't want to be mad at himself, or Lainey, or his children or Clora. He chose Mark to lay the problem on, thinking the large man could handle criticism.
This is a stress that is going to happen when individual pressure valves fail for one reason or another. I am exploring the chain of command problems in a MAG. I see and hear comments about, "in MY MAG, it's going to be my way or the highway," as the person who has started the mag thinks he/she has absolute command.
Really.
So far, I haven't seen that attitude work well. I totally understand the reason behind that announcement, but in this case I believe Mark is contributing as much as the rest of the clan. I believe this gives him equal footing.
This is a human foible that I hope to settle to my own satisfaction, it could be that neither person is correct, or they are both correct.
How far can other people be expected to help, carry, ignore or submit to a leader's problems before they are forced to correct the problem.
This is a stress that is going to happen when individual pressure valves fail for one reason or another. I am exploring the chain of command problems in a MAG. I see and hear comments about, "in MY MAG, it's going to be my way or the highway," as the person who has started the mag thinks he/she has absolute command.
Really.
So far, I haven't seen that attitude work well. I totally understand the reason behind that announcement, but in this case I believe Mark is contributing as much as the rest of the clan. I believe this gives him equal footing.
This is a human foible that I hope to settle to my own satisfaction, it could be that neither person is correct, or they are both correct.
How far can other people be expected to help, carry, ignore or submit to a leader's problems before they are forced to correct the problem.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#35e
Walking away, Ben could hear Wayne tell Mark a bit of information he didn't know was common knowledge.
"Lainey was telling us that she got a call from the clinic yesterday. It seems Ben had some heart problems and stents installed. He conveniently forgot to let her know what was happening. The clinic was so concerned when he demanded to go home, they called for a wellness check. I don't think we should let him walk away, the dude needs help and we were kinda rough on him."
"HANSON, get back here," Mark roared into the freezing cold. Ben couldn't help but hear. He hesitated, and then turned around and went back to the lee of the woodshed.
"What," he said in a tired voice.
"March your butt home," Mark ordered, "There's nothing out here that needs your help, but your wife deserves a little consideration and truth. You want to lose her HANSON" he roared again. The Sargent in Mark was coming to the front.
Shaking his head, Ben angled toward home, letting the faint light from his kitchen window guide his steps.
The heat from the burning shop started to diminish. The orange flames casting a weird glow in the swirling snow. There was the sound of a rapidly approaching vehicle and Will came to a screeching halt, throwing open his car door. Drawing his gun he looked around the farm for possible areas of trouble.
Wayne gave him the three whistle sound, and Will joined them looking sharply at the two men.
"Now what the Hell has happened," he said firmly anchoring his hat against the wind and snow.
"If I only knew," Mark said wearily. "Somebody started the cat and intended to ram the house, I wasn't going to let them."
"Linderman, you are a loose cannon," Will shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Let's go inside," Mark invited. "There's background on this one you haven't been clued in about. We got a big time nibble on the farm," he explained as they went inside the door. "We just finished a family meeting and I was on my way in the house, and......" It took a while for the whole spiel, right down to Ben's stents and Clora decking her brother.
"That's some pretty fancy shooting," Will allowed, "just what was it you did in the military?" he questioned with a puzzled tone.
"Intelligence and sharpshooting," Mark said truthfully. "I've never tried to hide what I did."
Clora came into the kitchen and put the coffee on, and got out the cookies. "Have you had supper Will, how about you Wayne?" the men shook their heads no.
"I'll whip up omelets, give me a couple of minutes." Clora went to wash her hands. "Say guy's, Teddy has the flu, so I want you both to know you're exposed."
"No problem," Wayne said as he made an appetizer of a cookie. Will wasn't so sure, he was actually paranoid about the disease but if he had been exposed, he was and there wasn't anything that could be done with the fact.
The long night stretched out forever, Mark stood guard as Will and Wayne slept. Wayne went down to Ev's and let them know what was happening, and bunked in on the couch.
Ev and Cheryl talked a little as she got him in bed. "I'm sure glad Ben has come to a change of heart, he's about to lose his greatest asset." Ev made a noise of agreement, patting his wife on the shoulder as she made him ready for the night. Ev had great concern for his neighbor, the boy grown into a man and it caused him to let a few tears fall.
"Evie raised him right,' Cheryl comforted Ev, "he will stand up and do the right thing."
"Yes," Ev said with difficulty. "Yes."
Alone in his room, Will called in the explosion. The acting Captain reacted much like the old Captain did. Not happy at all.
"Can I trust you to do a fair and accurate report," Capt. Quinell asked.
"Yes Sir, someone was driving the dozer to destroy the house and the homeowner opened fire." Will pinched the bridge of his nose till his eyes watered. He wasn't sure how to clean up Linderman's latest mess.
"Swell, just swell," Quinell retorted. "See me when you come on shift tomorrow."
"Yes Sir," Will ended the conversation before he said something he shouldn't.
Ben waited till Lainey had Anne in bed. "So I guess you know I had stents," he said quietly. Lainey looked at the purple bruise on his chin and the puffy eyes and guessed there had been some scores settled out in the storm. "Clora did that," he explained, pointing to the bruise forming on his cheek. "I said some inappropriate things to Mark and she decked me."
Lainey sighed, so the feud was continuing. "What was the explosion?" she asked, "was anyone hurt?"
"No, only me. Some dude tried to run one of the cats into the main house and Mark shot the shop tanks to stop him. I've got to tell ya, that was some explosion." Ben was carefully looking over Lainey as he related what had happened.
Now that he looked at her, she really did look ill; "Lainey? would you help me pray. I've lost the words I need to say and I don't know how to get them or you, back."
Lainey fully understood the double meaning and when she had dressed for bed, she got down on her knees and held out her hand for Ben. They prayed together.
Walking away, Ben could hear Wayne tell Mark a bit of information he didn't know was common knowledge.
"Lainey was telling us that she got a call from the clinic yesterday. It seems Ben had some heart problems and stents installed. He conveniently forgot to let her know what was happening. The clinic was so concerned when he demanded to go home, they called for a wellness check. I don't think we should let him walk away, the dude needs help and we were kinda rough on him."
"HANSON, get back here," Mark roared into the freezing cold. Ben couldn't help but hear. He hesitated, and then turned around and went back to the lee of the woodshed.
"What," he said in a tired voice.
"March your butt home," Mark ordered, "There's nothing out here that needs your help, but your wife deserves a little consideration and truth. You want to lose her HANSON" he roared again. The Sargent in Mark was coming to the front.
Shaking his head, Ben angled toward home, letting the faint light from his kitchen window guide his steps.
The heat from the burning shop started to diminish. The orange flames casting a weird glow in the swirling snow. There was the sound of a rapidly approaching vehicle and Will came to a screeching halt, throwing open his car door. Drawing his gun he looked around the farm for possible areas of trouble.
Wayne gave him the three whistle sound, and Will joined them looking sharply at the two men.
"Now what the Hell has happened," he said firmly anchoring his hat against the wind and snow.
"If I only knew," Mark said wearily. "Somebody started the cat and intended to ram the house, I wasn't going to let them."
"Linderman, you are a loose cannon," Will shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Let's go inside," Mark invited. "There's background on this one you haven't been clued in about. We got a big time nibble on the farm," he explained as they went inside the door. "We just finished a family meeting and I was on my way in the house, and......" It took a while for the whole spiel, right down to Ben's stents and Clora decking her brother.
"That's some pretty fancy shooting," Will allowed, "just what was it you did in the military?" he questioned with a puzzled tone.
"Intelligence and sharpshooting," Mark said truthfully. "I've never tried to hide what I did."
Clora came into the kitchen and put the coffee on, and got out the cookies. "Have you had supper Will, how about you Wayne?" the men shook their heads no.
"I'll whip up omelets, give me a couple of minutes." Clora went to wash her hands. "Say guy's, Teddy has the flu, so I want you both to know you're exposed."
"No problem," Wayne said as he made an appetizer of a cookie. Will wasn't so sure, he was actually paranoid about the disease but if he had been exposed, he was and there wasn't anything that could be done with the fact.
The long night stretched out forever, Mark stood guard as Will and Wayne slept. Wayne went down to Ev's and let them know what was happening, and bunked in on the couch.
Ev and Cheryl talked a little as she got him in bed. "I'm sure glad Ben has come to a change of heart, he's about to lose his greatest asset." Ev made a noise of agreement, patting his wife on the shoulder as she made him ready for the night. Ev had great concern for his neighbor, the boy grown into a man and it caused him to let a few tears fall.
"Evie raised him right,' Cheryl comforted Ev, "he will stand up and do the right thing."
"Yes," Ev said with difficulty. "Yes."
Alone in his room, Will called in the explosion. The acting Captain reacted much like the old Captain did. Not happy at all.
"Can I trust you to do a fair and accurate report," Capt. Quinell asked.
"Yes Sir, someone was driving the dozer to destroy the house and the homeowner opened fire." Will pinched the bridge of his nose till his eyes watered. He wasn't sure how to clean up Linderman's latest mess.
"Swell, just swell," Quinell retorted. "See me when you come on shift tomorrow."
"Yes Sir," Will ended the conversation before he said something he shouldn't.
Ben waited till Lainey had Anne in bed. "So I guess you know I had stents," he said quietly. Lainey looked at the purple bruise on his chin and the puffy eyes and guessed there had been some scores settled out in the storm. "Clora did that," he explained, pointing to the bruise forming on his cheek. "I said some inappropriate things to Mark and she decked me."
Lainey sighed, so the feud was continuing. "What was the explosion?" she asked, "was anyone hurt?"
"No, only me. Some dude tried to run one of the cats into the main house and Mark shot the shop tanks to stop him. I've got to tell ya, that was some explosion." Ben was carefully looking over Lainey as he related what had happened.
Now that he looked at her, she really did look ill; "Lainey? would you help me pray. I've lost the words I need to say and I don't know how to get them or you, back."
Lainey fully understood the double meaning and when she had dressed for bed, she got down on her knees and held out her hand for Ben. They prayed together.
Jeepcats 3
Contributing Member
Glad he's getting some sense back!
Jeepcats3
Jeepcats3
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
thank you so much
bad_karma00
Underachiever
Ben has a good wife. He's had a good wake up call, too, so maybe he'll be okay.
Pac, you simply do not cease to amaze. Wonderful chapters, thank you.
Bad
Pac, you simply do not cease to amaze. Wonderful chapters, thank you.
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stjwelding
Veteran Member
Pac I hope that Ben has had a true life changing experiences and continues on the path that will bring him back to be the husband he was and needs to to be again, as well as a contributing member of the family. Your story although fiction portrays many of life's challenges that we encounter in our journey through life. As Bad says you simply never cease to amaze. Thank you for sharing your story with us and allowing us to know you a little through your gift to us. I know that my life is enriched by your words and knowing you through your story.
Wayne
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#36
In the cold dawn of morning the destruction was awesome yet terrible beyond belief. At first light Mark was out inspecting the too hot to touch wreckage. More than the shop and dozer had been burned. Bossie had noticed the human and come up to see if she could wiggle more sweet feed. The cow and her milking shed had been destroyed, along with the chicken house. There was no sign of the dogs and all but one ewe and her lamb had been overcome by the heat and smoke.
Mark stood with his hands shoved deep in his coat pockets. The utter destruction flooded him with memories of a land far away where scenes like this were everyday common. Fighting mentally against the grasping, clawing blackness that threatened to suck him into himself, Mark gritted his teeth and clenched his muscles.
Wayne walked up beside him and seconds later they were joined by Ben.
"Brothers," Ben said with a shaky voice, "I want to pray, will you join me." The men formed a tight circle, hands on each others shoulders as Ben prayed aloud. Wayne took up when he stopped and then Mark finished by thanking God for the blessing that the family's had been spared. He also asked for forgiveness for the man in the dozer. Had he known the man was not a Christian, he would have asked for the same.
Will walked out to join the circle and to finally add his voice in prayer. It was the first time Will had acknowledged his faith by praying aloud and he was accepted by the men in their circle.
The burnt and charred cab of the dozer cab was twisted and sagged into the top of the tracks, the finals holding up the grey white ribs like a century old whale skeleton.
The more he stared at the remains of the high track cat, the more Will was thankful the man had never reached the house. The old rock foundation would have not been a barrier to the force of the cat and the dry brittle wood of the 1800's farmhouse would have snapped like the kindling it was.
"Thank you Mark," Ben stood with his hand extended, "our house would have been next."
Mark searched his brother in law's face and then shook hands, cementing their bond once again. The age old ritual was passed between them all. The horrific attack had done what daily life could not do. It defined the men and their place in the family once again. Only Ev was missing and they walked without comment down to his place, helped him stand and partake of the sharing.
That they had come for him was a changing, definitive moment in Ev's life. He had been feeling sorry for himself, nearly ready to give up and lay there and die. His battle would be no less than the exhaustive work of rehab, he simply approached it with a different mental attitude. The sharing also changed that part of Ev's heart that had rejected the Lord's touch.
Ev couldn't tell Cheryl what had happened, but she could see it in his eyes. Weeping, she prayed hard, thanking God for Ev's acceptance of what he had so long rejected.
Will finally had to break away and begin questioning Mark as to what he first saw and did. During the questioning and with all the brothers standing there, Mark's phone rang. It was the number of the man that had called with the offer to buy. Mark answered and then put the speaker phone on.
In the cold dawn of morning the destruction was awesome yet terrible beyond belief. At first light Mark was out inspecting the too hot to touch wreckage. More than the shop and dozer had been burned. Bossie had noticed the human and come up to see if she could wiggle more sweet feed. The cow and her milking shed had been destroyed, along with the chicken house. There was no sign of the dogs and all but one ewe and her lamb had been overcome by the heat and smoke.
Mark stood with his hands shoved deep in his coat pockets. The utter destruction flooded him with memories of a land far away where scenes like this were everyday common. Fighting mentally against the grasping, clawing blackness that threatened to suck him into himself, Mark gritted his teeth and clenched his muscles.
Wayne walked up beside him and seconds later they were joined by Ben.
"Brothers," Ben said with a shaky voice, "I want to pray, will you join me." The men formed a tight circle, hands on each others shoulders as Ben prayed aloud. Wayne took up when he stopped and then Mark finished by thanking God for the blessing that the family's had been spared. He also asked for forgiveness for the man in the dozer. Had he known the man was not a Christian, he would have asked for the same.
Will walked out to join the circle and to finally add his voice in prayer. It was the first time Will had acknowledged his faith by praying aloud and he was accepted by the men in their circle.
The burnt and charred cab of the dozer cab was twisted and sagged into the top of the tracks, the finals holding up the grey white ribs like a century old whale skeleton.
The more he stared at the remains of the high track cat, the more Will was thankful the man had never reached the house. The old rock foundation would have not been a barrier to the force of the cat and the dry brittle wood of the 1800's farmhouse would have snapped like the kindling it was.
"Thank you Mark," Ben stood with his hand extended, "our house would have been next."
Mark searched his brother in law's face and then shook hands, cementing their bond once again. The age old ritual was passed between them all. The horrific attack had done what daily life could not do. It defined the men and their place in the family once again. Only Ev was missing and they walked without comment down to his place, helped him stand and partake of the sharing.
That they had come for him was a changing, definitive moment in Ev's life. He had been feeling sorry for himself, nearly ready to give up and lay there and die. His battle would be no less than the exhaustive work of rehab, he simply approached it with a different mental attitude. The sharing also changed that part of Ev's heart that had rejected the Lord's touch.
Ev couldn't tell Cheryl what had happened, but she could see it in his eyes. Weeping, she prayed hard, thanking God for Ev's acceptance of what he had so long rejected.
Will finally had to break away and begin questioning Mark as to what he first saw and did. During the questioning and with all the brothers standing there, Mark's phone rang. It was the number of the man that had called with the offer to buy. Mark answered and then put the speaker phone on.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#36b
"This is Peter Brettson," the slightly accented voice said smoothly. "I wanted to make an appointment to visit with you and secure our offer with a earnest money payment. Would 2pm be an acceptable time for us to get together? At the farm?"
At Mark's affirmation, the voice signed off.
Wayne said, "Well, am I the only one to think that Peter Brettson sounds like a made up name of our two long deseased family members?"
"This is Peter Brettson," the slightly accented voice said smoothly. "I wanted to make an appointment to visit with you and secure our offer with a earnest money payment. Would 2pm be an acceptable time for us to get together? At the farm?"
At Mark's affirmation, the voice signed off.
Wayne said, "Well, am I the only one to think that Peter Brettson sounds like a made up name of our two long deseased family members?"
Now, isn't that one heck of a twist.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
First thing I thought to, umm fishy names, you brought tears to my eyes girl.
bad_karma00
Underachiever
Sounds like a viking name, lol. I say we grab the guy, and beat on him until he talks.
stjwelding
Veteran Member
Pac glad to see that the men finely came together as one family with a common goal to strive for, and a understanding and an acceptance of each other. It is great that Ev accepted the Lord's touch. I wonder if Tessee will show up soon or will we have to wait some more, which ever I hope they find out who is really behind all of the last attacks and remove them form the world so every one can get a good nights sleep with out having to wonder who is going to try and kill them next.
Thanks Pac.
Wayne
Thanks Pac.
Wayne
Sounds like a viking name, lol. I say we grab the guy, and beat on him until he talks.
I'll help!!!
oh wait, forgot, it's a story.....
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#36c
It was a stunning moment broken by Mark's laughter. "Oh, isn't that rich," his deep baritone sounded out over the still burning landscape. "I wonder if they think we are really that stupid, or that greedy for the money, or they just couldn't think of any other names."
Mark rubbed his forehead and went to push back his missing Stetson. "We have to have some decisions," he announced. "Do we accept, reject, what is your pleasure. How about we gather together at noon and have a consensus. This is a decision that has to include our ladies, do we split it as individuals or do we buy a farm for us all?"
There were agreements all around, and the men each glanced toward their houses. There were three women standing at the windows, each waiting for information that would determine the future.
Will walked back with Mark, finishing up the tag ends of his report. Breakfast was ready, and Mark's appetite perked up considerably. Food always made him feel better. Milo was having scrambled eggs, Teddy had a small glass of 7up and a cracker. There were places for Mark, Will and Wayne.
"Wayne went down to have breakfast with Ev and keep them informed," Will mentioned to Clora. "He's gonna be sorry, this smells good."
Mark was in the the living room speaking with his boss, asking to excused for the day. He did a lot of listening and then hung up the phone. Clora noticed his troubled look as he came in and sat down, arching an eyebrow his way she asked what was wrong.
"I've been fired," he said with resignation. "Poor work habits and not showing up for work."
Clora walked by with a spatula full of pancakes that she dumped on the serving plate. Her hand went to his shoulder and she squeezed briefly. "It's their loss," she said simply.
"We need to be careful with what eggs and milk we have, till we can get more chickens and a cow," Mark gave the bad news. "Either we get more or we wait till we get moved." Mark forked a pancake on his plate and buttered it.
"Clora, we need to decide if we reject or sell. Whatever the group consensus, we are not staying. I will not have you and the kids put in any more danger."
Clora stopped still at the sink, she had been afraid that's what Mark would say, and she couldn't fault him for feeling that way.
Once again she walked by and said "yes," as she squeezed his shoulder.
Will watched the interplay between the two of them and felt the pang of loneliness. He and Cassy had been very much in love, but even then, they were not this equally yoked.
Will watched Clora carefully for signs of her being distressed, but she wasn't. Clora was at peace. Right then Will decided Clora was one unusual woman.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Mark asked Teddy, handing him another saltine.
What Teddy said was undecipherable to Mark, but Clora smiled and said, "he's Ok. Still a little rumbly in the tummy, but with care he'll be over that soon."
"What language is that he speaks?" Mark teased as he forked two pancakes on his plate. They were small, and he was still hungry, never mind that there was hardly room for the syrup to puddle as it waved over the sides of the stack.
"Well Clora, let's hear your vote."
"I vote to sell and continue as a family to another place." Clora said firmly. "I get distressed thinking about us scattering to the four corners of the world, but if that is what the clan wants I will agree, but not happily," she stressed strongly.
"Well Will, what about you?" Mark questioned.
"I'm for selling. This place holds no charm for me. However, I have to have a 'maybe' clause. I have to go to a place where I can get a job to afford Willie's schooling. Where, actually makes no difference to me, as long as somebody's hiring."
"Fair enough, no different than what I need." Mark said with a smile. "I know Ev would prefer we go back to Evergreen, but that's not an option for us. No work unless we make work for ourselves, no health care unless you marry a doctor, and no shelter unless we tent. The biggest obstacle is no way to generate cash for the taxes and other incidentals. No, I think we need to stay on the fringes of civilization," Mark reached over to upright the syrup pitcher. "That's enough Milo, it's dripping over the side."
Ben and Lainey talked long and hard. Lainey never shouted but she said "sell" with a stubborn finality. "I'd rather stay with family on a communal farm, I'm a farm wife. But I need health care for us all, reasonably close."
Ben scratched his chin. "After last night, I vote to sell. It's only a matter of time before one of us is killed. It scares me, I would have never thought to shoot the tanks and who knows what might have happened if Mark hadn't carried through. I owe him our lives, our house would have been next in line. "I like the thought of living near, maybe not so much in everyone's pockets as we are here, but close."
Wayne, Ev and Cheryl with Christy listening were discussing the same problem, with the same conclusion. Sell and yet stay together if possible.
Clora made a huge pot of soup with dumplings, and sent Mark to call the clan together for lunch. Clora and Lainey made sure to keep the children far apart, and when the meal was over, the slips of paper all said 'sell, stay together.'
Ben stood up and said "it's unanimous, are there any other complications?"
"Only that it be a good bank draft on a local bank, or at least a reputable bank," Mark said dryly. "We don't want to be defrauded."
The clock ticked slow, the minutes dragging on toward 2pm. There was small talk among the clan. The kids and Ev down for naps.
Christy gave a report on farm's she had investigated. None were exactly what the criteria demanded, "I need newspapers, some of those little books of places for sale, like they have at the supermarkets, and an idea of how much we can spend."
It was a stunning moment broken by Mark's laughter. "Oh, isn't that rich," his deep baritone sounded out over the still burning landscape. "I wonder if they think we are really that stupid, or that greedy for the money, or they just couldn't think of any other names."
Mark rubbed his forehead and went to push back his missing Stetson. "We have to have some decisions," he announced. "Do we accept, reject, what is your pleasure. How about we gather together at noon and have a consensus. This is a decision that has to include our ladies, do we split it as individuals or do we buy a farm for us all?"
There were agreements all around, and the men each glanced toward their houses. There were three women standing at the windows, each waiting for information that would determine the future.
Will walked back with Mark, finishing up the tag ends of his report. Breakfast was ready, and Mark's appetite perked up considerably. Food always made him feel better. Milo was having scrambled eggs, Teddy had a small glass of 7up and a cracker. There were places for Mark, Will and Wayne.
"Wayne went down to have breakfast with Ev and keep them informed," Will mentioned to Clora. "He's gonna be sorry, this smells good."
Mark was in the the living room speaking with his boss, asking to excused for the day. He did a lot of listening and then hung up the phone. Clora noticed his troubled look as he came in and sat down, arching an eyebrow his way she asked what was wrong.
"I've been fired," he said with resignation. "Poor work habits and not showing up for work."
Clora walked by with a spatula full of pancakes that she dumped on the serving plate. Her hand went to his shoulder and she squeezed briefly. "It's their loss," she said simply.
"We need to be careful with what eggs and milk we have, till we can get more chickens and a cow," Mark gave the bad news. "Either we get more or we wait till we get moved." Mark forked a pancake on his plate and buttered it.
"Clora, we need to decide if we reject or sell. Whatever the group consensus, we are not staying. I will not have you and the kids put in any more danger."
Clora stopped still at the sink, she had been afraid that's what Mark would say, and she couldn't fault him for feeling that way.
Once again she walked by and said "yes," as she squeezed his shoulder.
Will watched the interplay between the two of them and felt the pang of loneliness. He and Cassy had been very much in love, but even then, they were not this equally yoked.
Will watched Clora carefully for signs of her being distressed, but she wasn't. Clora was at peace. Right then Will decided Clora was one unusual woman.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Mark asked Teddy, handing him another saltine.
What Teddy said was undecipherable to Mark, but Clora smiled and said, "he's Ok. Still a little rumbly in the tummy, but with care he'll be over that soon."
"What language is that he speaks?" Mark teased as he forked two pancakes on his plate. They were small, and he was still hungry, never mind that there was hardly room for the syrup to puddle as it waved over the sides of the stack.
"Well Clora, let's hear your vote."
"I vote to sell and continue as a family to another place." Clora said firmly. "I get distressed thinking about us scattering to the four corners of the world, but if that is what the clan wants I will agree, but not happily," she stressed strongly.
"Well Will, what about you?" Mark questioned.
"I'm for selling. This place holds no charm for me. However, I have to have a 'maybe' clause. I have to go to a place where I can get a job to afford Willie's schooling. Where, actually makes no difference to me, as long as somebody's hiring."
"Fair enough, no different than what I need." Mark said with a smile. "I know Ev would prefer we go back to Evergreen, but that's not an option for us. No work unless we make work for ourselves, no health care unless you marry a doctor, and no shelter unless we tent. The biggest obstacle is no way to generate cash for the taxes and other incidentals. No, I think we need to stay on the fringes of civilization," Mark reached over to upright the syrup pitcher. "That's enough Milo, it's dripping over the side."
Ben and Lainey talked long and hard. Lainey never shouted but she said "sell" with a stubborn finality. "I'd rather stay with family on a communal farm, I'm a farm wife. But I need health care for us all, reasonably close."
Ben scratched his chin. "After last night, I vote to sell. It's only a matter of time before one of us is killed. It scares me, I would have never thought to shoot the tanks and who knows what might have happened if Mark hadn't carried through. I owe him our lives, our house would have been next in line. "I like the thought of living near, maybe not so much in everyone's pockets as we are here, but close."
Wayne, Ev and Cheryl with Christy listening were discussing the same problem, with the same conclusion. Sell and yet stay together if possible.
Clora made a huge pot of soup with dumplings, and sent Mark to call the clan together for lunch. Clora and Lainey made sure to keep the children far apart, and when the meal was over, the slips of paper all said 'sell, stay together.'
Ben stood up and said "it's unanimous, are there any other complications?"
"Only that it be a good bank draft on a local bank, or at least a reputable bank," Mark said dryly. "We don't want to be defrauded."
The clock ticked slow, the minutes dragging on toward 2pm. There was small talk among the clan. The kids and Ev down for naps.
Christy gave a report on farm's she had investigated. None were exactly what the criteria demanded, "I need newspapers, some of those little books of places for sale, like they have at the supermarkets, and an idea of how much we can spend."
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Great chapter as normal. Thank you.
I have had to hold off writing on mine to get over this stupid flu, babysit and work on Food storage and prepping handouts for my Church assignment.
I have had to hold off writing on mine to get over this stupid flu, babysit and work on Food storage and prepping handouts for my Church assignment.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#36d
Will came in from his room. "It's unanimous, I've also been fired. I wanted to let you know that I'm going to hang back in the shadows, as protection against what I don't know, it would just make me feel better."
The men looked at each other, and finally Mark said "thank you, we appreciate you protecting us."
At 2 pm, Wayne said,"not too prompt, is he?" standing up to stretch his lanky frame. He observed the old Mercedes pause at the gate and then pull up toward the house. "They are coming," he announced.
Mr. Peter Brettson looked like the Spanish count featured on a cigar box. Old, thin with grey hair and a sharply pointed goatee, the aristocratic, ancient gentleman sat ramrod straight in the dining room chair. Behind him, stood two burley looking 'enforcers' that did not smile or speak a word.
"Good afternoon,' He said formally, "I have come to make an official offer for this acreage. I am prepared to give half the asking price today, and the remainder of the price 30 days from now when you have vacated the premises. To whom do I give the check?"
Mark was thinking fast, 30 day's wasn't much time to pickup stakes and find a new lilly pad to hop upon. But, A HAH! he did have a solution. They always had Borg's house. There was enough room if they packed in on a temporary basis. Mark stood up and said equally as formal, "Excuse me, I need to speak with the gentlemen of the farm, we will only be a moment."
Ev waved them on, he was tucked in the wheelchair and didn't feel up to moving. Mark turned when they all got to the kitchen and said, "we can use Borg's house in case we can't find another farm, but Ben, ask for 45 days. He should give it."
Ben considered and realized Mark was actually a better negotiator than he was. "You do it,' he directed. "Don't be pushed around."
Back in the living room, the old man eyed all of the women and it was clear only one of them could be the Clora he had been told about.
"You are Clora?" his accent was directed to Clora and she looked him squarely in the eye. Ah, yes it had to be her. She looked and carried herself like a princess. He had not been told about the children, however. The husband yes, but she was obviously there in the chair with two small ones.
"Yes I am. May I say you have a very unusual name Mr. Brettson, we are curious because that combines the names of several dead family members." Clora made good use of her regal bearing and expected an answer.
There was a pained look flash across the man's face. "I apologies for the incompetence of my subordinates. Do you know who I am?' he quired calmly but his sharp bird like eyes held Clora's eyes in a trance like hold.
Clora replied no, and the old man said "I am Juan Antonio Degas Ariat. I am your grandfather."
Will came in from his room. "It's unanimous, I've also been fired. I wanted to let you know that I'm going to hang back in the shadows, as protection against what I don't know, it would just make me feel better."
The men looked at each other, and finally Mark said "thank you, we appreciate you protecting us."
At 2 pm, Wayne said,"not too prompt, is he?" standing up to stretch his lanky frame. He observed the old Mercedes pause at the gate and then pull up toward the house. "They are coming," he announced.
Mr. Peter Brettson looked like the Spanish count featured on a cigar box. Old, thin with grey hair and a sharply pointed goatee, the aristocratic, ancient gentleman sat ramrod straight in the dining room chair. Behind him, stood two burley looking 'enforcers' that did not smile or speak a word.
"Good afternoon,' He said formally, "I have come to make an official offer for this acreage. I am prepared to give half the asking price today, and the remainder of the price 30 days from now when you have vacated the premises. To whom do I give the check?"
Mark was thinking fast, 30 day's wasn't much time to pickup stakes and find a new lilly pad to hop upon. But, A HAH! he did have a solution. They always had Borg's house. There was enough room if they packed in on a temporary basis. Mark stood up and said equally as formal, "Excuse me, I need to speak with the gentlemen of the farm, we will only be a moment."
Ev waved them on, he was tucked in the wheelchair and didn't feel up to moving. Mark turned when they all got to the kitchen and said, "we can use Borg's house in case we can't find another farm, but Ben, ask for 45 days. He should give it."
Ben considered and realized Mark was actually a better negotiator than he was. "You do it,' he directed. "Don't be pushed around."
Back in the living room, the old man eyed all of the women and it was clear only one of them could be the Clora he had been told about.
"You are Clora?" his accent was directed to Clora and she looked him squarely in the eye. Ah, yes it had to be her. She looked and carried herself like a princess. He had not been told about the children, however. The husband yes, but she was obviously there in the chair with two small ones.
"Yes I am. May I say you have a very unusual name Mr. Brettson, we are curious because that combines the names of several dead family members." Clora made good use of her regal bearing and expected an answer.
There was a pained look flash across the man's face. "I apologies for the incompetence of my subordinates. Do you know who I am?' he quired calmly but his sharp bird like eyes held Clora's eyes in a trance like hold.
Clora replied no, and the old man said "I am Juan Antonio Degas Ariat. I am your grandfather."
bad_karma00
Underachiever
Okay, that's a cliff hanger extraordinaire. Pac, you have a mind like a steel trap. I can't WAIT to see how this works out.
Bad
Bad
kyrsyan
Has No Life - Lives on TB
With the way things have been going that would only make me not trust him even more. Non refundable earnest money and if the rest isn't paid on date then he loses the farm and they can sell it again. And he can personally get lost. But that's how I'd be after going through even a fraction of what this family has been through.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Why cant he come in and for a change be someone with integrity? The game playing is stupid but that is how so many really are, lie when the truth sounds better. I had a step father like that lol.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#36e
Clora inclined her head in his direction. "You are one in a line of relatives claiming to be related to me. Pardon the bluntness, but I have no reason to believe you. Then if you are related, how?"
"I am your Mother's father," he said just as calmly as before.
"Then why are you buying the farm?" Clora felt her heart race up, her curiosity was running wild.
"You need to leave here very soon. This is not a safe place for you. We did not expect Stannous and his followers to act again so soon." the elderly man gave the slightest of sighs.
"Why?"
"Clora do you know about the Basque?" he answered a question with a question. Whatever Clora had been about to say was interrupted by the men coming back into the room.
Immediately, Mark picked on the tension Clora was projecting. He stared at her and she raised her eyebrow, and was going to say something when Milo wanted Mark to pick him up. Mark held out his arm and Milo grabbed with both hands. Mark swung him across his chest and Milo landed near the man's shoulder. Laughing in childish glee, Milo stuck like Velcro, wrapping his hands around Mark's neck.
It was the needed break. Mark stood close to Clora and addressed the ancient looking visitor. "We accept your offer of half down, but we need 45 days." he left the next move up the the wrinkled old gnome.
"This is your husband?" the old man addressed Clora, ignoring the rest of the family.
"Yes," Clora kept her answer short, not chattering and giving away too much information.
There was the slightest of smiles playing around the whiskered mouth. "You have been taught well," he approved. "But there is not 45 days worth of time."
"Mister, I would prefer that you explain your self. This is too personal a line of questioning when we are dealing with the sale of a farm, and nothing else." Mark was definite as he set the boundaries.
The old man nodded his head in approval and reached inside his impeccably tailored suit coat and removed a check. "You may reach me at this phone number when you have finished moving," there was a white piece of paper on top of the check he passed to the man on his right, and he waved his hand in Clora's direction.
The check was delivered to Clora, and the man showed no emotion as Clora passed it immediately to Mark.
Mark instantly checked the bank the check was drawn on, and nodded his approval to Clora and then Ben and Wayne.
"Thank you," Mark said to the ancient gentleman. "We will begin the paperwork tomorrow."
"Acceptable," the papery dry voice allowed. "Thank you for being sensibly agreeable," and he got up and left. The ancient old Mercedes blowing a slight puff of diesel smoke as it turned and chugged down the driveway.
"That was Clora's grandfather," Lainey said excitedly. "He said he was Basque. What a interesting old guy."
"Hey," Clora was shaking her head, resisting the sudden change of events, "I don't believe him, this is all too crazy to take in. Right now all I am concerned about is selling and buying another place."
"May I suggest we open a bank account and deposit this check right away," Mark tapped the check against his other palm. "So how do you want the account to read, all of your names? Or may I suggest again it be put in Clora's, Ben's and Wayne's names."
"Fine with us," the clan replied. "Mark do you want to take it into the bank this afternoon and set up the account?" Ben directed. "You can bring the cards back here and we'll sign them. I see the fencing crew coming up the drive and they might be a tad torqued about the cat." He fumbled for his hat, finding it tucked in his belt.
"Ben, take this check to them, it's 90% of what we owe and as soon as they finish they can have the rest. We have insurance, and I'll send the agent out tomorrow to adjust the cat." Mark handed Ben his check. Ben took the check and looked at the number. "You're crazy Linderman, but I'm glad you are." He and Wayne went out to meet the shouting men as they piled out of the pickups, running for the burned out wreck of the cat.
"Clora, do you think Teddy could go into town with us, you need to be there at the bank as the initial account holder. The check is made out to you. Can you believe it, they even spelled your last name correctly?" he smarted off bopping her on the top of the head with the 410K check.
"Can I look at it?" Christy was fascinated. "I've never seen that much money."
Mark passed the check to her and she took it over to Ev and Cheryl. "Look Dad, have you ever seen that much before?" Ev shook his head no, but tried to make an OK sign with his fingers. Cheryl smiled and patted Christy on the arm. "I think we had better get back to the house, Will could you help us?"
The clan scattered to various tasks, Lainey gladly taking her snoozing daughter home so she could catch a few winks herself.
The Linderman family went to town, to the bank; the same bank that Mark had the safety deposit key for.
Mark agreed, saying "I think we should use the same bank the check is drawn on. That way it is quicker as a in bank transfer of funds."
Clora innocently agreed.
Clora inclined her head in his direction. "You are one in a line of relatives claiming to be related to me. Pardon the bluntness, but I have no reason to believe you. Then if you are related, how?"
"I am your Mother's father," he said just as calmly as before.
"Then why are you buying the farm?" Clora felt her heart race up, her curiosity was running wild.
"You need to leave here very soon. This is not a safe place for you. We did not expect Stannous and his followers to act again so soon." the elderly man gave the slightest of sighs.
"Why?"
"Clora do you know about the Basque?" he answered a question with a question. Whatever Clora had been about to say was interrupted by the men coming back into the room.
Immediately, Mark picked on the tension Clora was projecting. He stared at her and she raised her eyebrow, and was going to say something when Milo wanted Mark to pick him up. Mark held out his arm and Milo grabbed with both hands. Mark swung him across his chest and Milo landed near the man's shoulder. Laughing in childish glee, Milo stuck like Velcro, wrapping his hands around Mark's neck.
It was the needed break. Mark stood close to Clora and addressed the ancient looking visitor. "We accept your offer of half down, but we need 45 days." he left the next move up the the wrinkled old gnome.
"This is your husband?" the old man addressed Clora, ignoring the rest of the family.
"Yes," Clora kept her answer short, not chattering and giving away too much information.
There was the slightest of smiles playing around the whiskered mouth. "You have been taught well," he approved. "But there is not 45 days worth of time."
"Mister, I would prefer that you explain your self. This is too personal a line of questioning when we are dealing with the sale of a farm, and nothing else." Mark was definite as he set the boundaries.
The old man nodded his head in approval and reached inside his impeccably tailored suit coat and removed a check. "You may reach me at this phone number when you have finished moving," there was a white piece of paper on top of the check he passed to the man on his right, and he waved his hand in Clora's direction.
The check was delivered to Clora, and the man showed no emotion as Clora passed it immediately to Mark.
Mark instantly checked the bank the check was drawn on, and nodded his approval to Clora and then Ben and Wayne.
"Thank you," Mark said to the ancient gentleman. "We will begin the paperwork tomorrow."
"Acceptable," the papery dry voice allowed. "Thank you for being sensibly agreeable," and he got up and left. The ancient old Mercedes blowing a slight puff of diesel smoke as it turned and chugged down the driveway.
"That was Clora's grandfather," Lainey said excitedly. "He said he was Basque. What a interesting old guy."
"Hey," Clora was shaking her head, resisting the sudden change of events, "I don't believe him, this is all too crazy to take in. Right now all I am concerned about is selling and buying another place."
"May I suggest we open a bank account and deposit this check right away," Mark tapped the check against his other palm. "So how do you want the account to read, all of your names? Or may I suggest again it be put in Clora's, Ben's and Wayne's names."
"Fine with us," the clan replied. "Mark do you want to take it into the bank this afternoon and set up the account?" Ben directed. "You can bring the cards back here and we'll sign them. I see the fencing crew coming up the drive and they might be a tad torqued about the cat." He fumbled for his hat, finding it tucked in his belt.
"Ben, take this check to them, it's 90% of what we owe and as soon as they finish they can have the rest. We have insurance, and I'll send the agent out tomorrow to adjust the cat." Mark handed Ben his check. Ben took the check and looked at the number. "You're crazy Linderman, but I'm glad you are." He and Wayne went out to meet the shouting men as they piled out of the pickups, running for the burned out wreck of the cat.
"Clora, do you think Teddy could go into town with us, you need to be there at the bank as the initial account holder. The check is made out to you. Can you believe it, they even spelled your last name correctly?" he smarted off bopping her on the top of the head with the 410K check.
"Can I look at it?" Christy was fascinated. "I've never seen that much money."
Mark passed the check to her and she took it over to Ev and Cheryl. "Look Dad, have you ever seen that much before?" Ev shook his head no, but tried to make an OK sign with his fingers. Cheryl smiled and patted Christy on the arm. "I think we had better get back to the house, Will could you help us?"
The clan scattered to various tasks, Lainey gladly taking her snoozing daughter home so she could catch a few winks herself.
The Linderman family went to town, to the bank; the same bank that Mark had the safety deposit key for.
Mark agreed, saying "I think we should use the same bank the check is drawn on. That way it is quicker as a in bank transfer of funds."
Clora innocently agreed.
Siskiyoumom
Veteran Member
A dishonest man, that supposed grandfather it.
Why has he been a secret?
What is of value in the tunnel not yet fully explored by the clan?
And if indeed Clora is a princess, then what ever of value is on the farm, could be her's by her birthright?
Why has he been a secret?
What is of value in the tunnel not yet fully explored by the clan?
And if indeed Clora is a princess, then what ever of value is on the farm, could be her's by her birthright?
bad_karma00
Underachiever
Well, that doesn't sound ominous at all.
stjwelding
Veteran Member
WOW Pac how is it possible that every chapter you write is better than the last, you never seem to run out of new ideas, mysteries and challenges for the family to deal with. Thanks for all of your time and effort.
Wayne
Wayne
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#37
Paperwork finished, The Linderman family went out to eat supper. The small Mom and Pop cafe was almost empty, the economy taking a huge toll on disposable incomes. Borg had enjoyed eating here, occasionally bringing Mark as a rare treat. The old couple remembered him, fussing over the children and giving them VIP service.
The menu was very limited. You either like the special of the day or you ate a hamburger. The Lasagna was a especially large brick sized portion for Mark, smaller for Clora and a portion of a plain burger for the boys. Teddy didn't want to eat, he was wrapped to Clora in a shawl and it was an adventure to get a gooey mouthful in without dropping some on the child.
It was a lighthearted, fun time after the stress and horror of the previous day. On the way home, Mark and Clora took the long way around just being a family together.
Home, where the problems were stacked up like racks of cordwood, there was a Deputy waiting for Mark. Will was unsuccessfully arguing that Mark shouldn't be arrested, he was only defending his family.
Paperwork finished, The Linderman family went out to eat supper. The small Mom and Pop cafe was almost empty, the economy taking a huge toll on disposable incomes. Borg had enjoyed eating here, occasionally bringing Mark as a rare treat. The old couple remembered him, fussing over the children and giving them VIP service.
The menu was very limited. You either like the special of the day or you ate a hamburger. The Lasagna was a especially large brick sized portion for Mark, smaller for Clora and a portion of a plain burger for the boys. Teddy didn't want to eat, he was wrapped to Clora in a shawl and it was an adventure to get a gooey mouthful in without dropping some on the child.
It was a lighthearted, fun time after the stress and horror of the previous day. On the way home, Mark and Clora took the long way around just being a family together.
Home, where the problems were stacked up like racks of cordwood, there was a Deputy waiting for Mark. Will was unsuccessfully arguing that Mark shouldn't be arrested, he was only defending his family.
stjwelding
Veteran Member
Why is it that defending one's self or one's family is now considered a crime? Has our country got to the point in time that the bible tells of when right will be called wrong and wrong will be called right. I know that this is just a story but you brings to light some of the problems of our society that really happen more and more every day. Sorry for jumping on my soap box Pac, but it just makes me angry that we have let this once great and blessed nation fall to such depravity and so far from the will of God. If you look back through history this has all happened many times before when a nation turns it's back on God and HIS LAWS it soon falls into the dust of the earth. Just what kind of a country will our children, grandchildren and there children have to live in. I add my prayers every day that the blinders of deception be removed and truth be reviled to the masses.
Thanks for another great chapter, love your story's.
Wayne
Thanks for another great chapter, love your story's.
Wayne
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
st,
look at it this way. Mark saw what he considered a threat and disabled that threat.
Logically, the man made no verbal threat, he simply started a piece of machinery. That is not a crime, stupid to be at a strange place and do such a action and you then take the consequences. Was it worth his death, I don't believe the law enforcement community would think so. Morally, probably not. This is one of those, what would you do? moments.
look at it this way. Mark saw what he considered a threat and disabled that threat.
Logically, the man made no verbal threat, he simply started a piece of machinery. That is not a crime, stupid to be at a strange place and do such a action and you then take the consequences. Was it worth his death, I don't believe the law enforcement community would think so. Morally, probably not. This is one of those, what would you do? moments.