sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
More listening bugs by diff. people, whoops. Thanks Pac.
Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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#783
The unknown man checked the monitors once again. For some reason the electricity must have gone off ay the Linderman house. He was so tired. In his hopped up excitement, he had stayed awake for three days, and now his body was shutting down; despite his fight against the stupor.
He slumped in his chair, to tired to move. His eyes slowly drooped shut. He slept for four days, missing the activity in the Linderman compound. Clora finished her canning, exhausted but happy for security in the jars.
Sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, Clora happened to look at the calendar. Thanksgiving was next week; she felt as unprepared as she had ever been. It was time to make plans, call family, assign side dishes and desserts. It seemed natural that everyone come to the big house; this might be the last year for get-togethers here.
Clora fished around in her pocket for her phone, only to find the old scratched flip phone wouldn't work. Then she remembered the first day of marathon canning, that she went to lift a canner and it slopped back, wetting her front. It must have wrecked the phone. She sighed hard. One more thing that needed to be replaced.
Mark was busy in his study, he had the two distinct listening devices taken apart on the desk pad. Dooley Franklin called, he was ready to start the barn/shop.
He was unhappy to find out Mark wouldn't be there to give the final approval as to the placement of the building.
"You know where we placed the stakes, that's where I want it built." Mark tried to be patient, but Dooley heart the barely disguised tone. To his notion, the Linderman character was a real different sort.
"Then that's where the building will be built," Dooley snapped. "It'll take about two weeks and then I need the rest of the money due on the contract." then he hung up, before he said something highly inappropriate.
Mark hung up his phone, Dooley and his building problems already forgotten. The more Mark dismantled the devices, the more certain he was looking at a device used by the prince and his operatives.
Why, was a big question. What did the prince need to know about the Linderman family; especially after all this time and the rejection of the land purchase.
Mark went in to have a cup of coffee and found Clora sitting at the table looking tired.
"Mark, I don't think it's a good idea to spend the winter out at the property. I get the feeling that there will be a severe winter, like the one we had the year you were gone to the valley. We had snow and wind and drifts eight feet tall. It's just not a good idea to be so far out in those conditions."
"Huh," Mark wasn't sure if he was relieved to have a good excuse for not being out there, or not. "I've got to say there are a lot of loose ends around here that need to be delt with. The retreat property for starters. What a mess. When I was out today, I filled the van, the prince was good on his word. Gas was over seven dollars a gallon. I bought a locking gas cap and my afternoon project is to see if I can get the van in the garage." Clora nodded.
"I have boxes of carrots and potatoes I need to bring in the basement. I believe if you take out the bench along the back wall, there will be room."
"I'll bring them in, I don't want you going up and down stairs with heavy loads. How come we don't have Don here to do this sort of work?" Mark decreed.
Clora laughed, "I believe he may have a terminal illness, I'm not sure he's aware, but it's happening. Mark, I also have a unsettling report on Tess. Woody is sending her to a witness protection program. She let me discern that much this morning, Milo is going to take her as an official marshall duty."
"I should be doing that," Mark was stubborn.
"Not this time, you need to be here." Clora was firm. "There is going to be some problem with the prince."
The unknown man checked the monitors once again. For some reason the electricity must have gone off ay the Linderman house. He was so tired. In his hopped up excitement, he had stayed awake for three days, and now his body was shutting down; despite his fight against the stupor.
He slumped in his chair, to tired to move. His eyes slowly drooped shut. He slept for four days, missing the activity in the Linderman compound. Clora finished her canning, exhausted but happy for security in the jars.
Sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, Clora happened to look at the calendar. Thanksgiving was next week; she felt as unprepared as she had ever been. It was time to make plans, call family, assign side dishes and desserts. It seemed natural that everyone come to the big house; this might be the last year for get-togethers here.
Clora fished around in her pocket for her phone, only to find the old scratched flip phone wouldn't work. Then she remembered the first day of marathon canning, that she went to lift a canner and it slopped back, wetting her front. It must have wrecked the phone. She sighed hard. One more thing that needed to be replaced.
Mark was busy in his study, he had the two distinct listening devices taken apart on the desk pad. Dooley Franklin called, he was ready to start the barn/shop.
He was unhappy to find out Mark wouldn't be there to give the final approval as to the placement of the building.
"You know where we placed the stakes, that's where I want it built." Mark tried to be patient, but Dooley heart the barely disguised tone. To his notion, the Linderman character was a real different sort.
"Then that's where the building will be built," Dooley snapped. "It'll take about two weeks and then I need the rest of the money due on the contract." then he hung up, before he said something highly inappropriate.
Mark hung up his phone, Dooley and his building problems already forgotten. The more Mark dismantled the devices, the more certain he was looking at a device used by the prince and his operatives.
Why, was a big question. What did the prince need to know about the Linderman family; especially after all this time and the rejection of the land purchase.
Mark went in to have a cup of coffee and found Clora sitting at the table looking tired.
"Mark, I don't think it's a good idea to spend the winter out at the property. I get the feeling that there will be a severe winter, like the one we had the year you were gone to the valley. We had snow and wind and drifts eight feet tall. It's just not a good idea to be so far out in those conditions."
"Huh," Mark wasn't sure if he was relieved to have a good excuse for not being out there, or not. "I've got to say there are a lot of loose ends around here that need to be delt with. The retreat property for starters. What a mess. When I was out today, I filled the van, the prince was good on his word. Gas was over seven dollars a gallon. I bought a locking gas cap and my afternoon project is to see if I can get the van in the garage." Clora nodded.
"I have boxes of carrots and potatoes I need to bring in the basement. I believe if you take out the bench along the back wall, there will be room."
"I'll bring them in, I don't want you going up and down stairs with heavy loads. How come we don't have Don here to do this sort of work?" Mark decreed.
Clora laughed, "I believe he may have a terminal illness, I'm not sure he's aware, but it's happening. Mark, I also have a unsettling report on Tess. Woody is sending her to a witness protection program. She let me discern that much this morning, Milo is going to take her as an official marshall duty."
"I should be doing that," Mark was stubborn.
"Not this time, you need to be here." Clora was firm. "There is going to be some problem with the prince."
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Folks,
stay safe this week. We have had SEVERE weather all afternoon, a tornado about four miles away, and hard, hard rain. We have weather alert radios and an app on Mr. KC's phone. The basement safe room is all set up and stocked with all we need..
We are in the hills, and big winds usually follow flatter ground. But nothing is certain.
Thanks for reading. Pac & Mr. KC.
stay safe this week. We have had SEVERE weather all afternoon, a tornado about four miles away, and hard, hard rain. We have weather alert radios and an app on Mr. KC's phone. The basement safe room is all set up and stocked with all we need..
We are in the hills, and big winds usually follow flatter ground. But nothing is certain.
Thanks for reading. Pac & Mr. KC.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Yes, safety first at all coasts. Thank you for the chapter.