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"Trey, go wake up your Daddy. Go pester him for a while." Will dispatched Trey to find something to do.
"He don't like me to do that," Trey baby talked.
"What makes you think that I like being woke up?" Will questioned.
"Oh, I dunno." Trey scuffed his foot against the floor. "I was just wanting to play with Willie."
"Willie is younger than you and he needs to sleep more than you do. Go play by yourself until Willie wakes up by himself" Will ordered sharply. "Now scoot!"
Trey clattered down the hall and banged open the door to his Dad's room. "HEY DAD, I'M SUPPOSED TO COME IN HERE AND PLAY," Trey announced with pride and satisfaction at the top of his lungs.
Will listened to Brett's muttered response. It was mostly unprintable and not fit to be uttered in front of children, but that was Brett's method of parenting.
Will went to the kitchen and walked into the warmth and enticing smells of bacon and pancakes. "Oh coffee, thanks. That little rascal Trey woke me up this morning ready to play with Willie." Will spoke around the scalding hot brew. Then he looked around to see who was near enough to listen
"Ladies," he said low and with direct intensity, "are you both armed? There will be a confrontation as soon as Brett wakes up, and if I give you the high sign, I want you to vanish. I'll explain as soon as possible.
Both Clora and Sandy patted their skirt pockets and looked at him hard. "He's one of ours, Will. Maybe you'd better explain now." Clora said without smiling.
Will walked close to the sisters at the range and again said low, "he has lost custody of Trey. I have to take Trey in with me this morning and I don't want trouble."
Clora nodded and then poked Sandy until the younger gal agreed. Sandy's stiff stature gave loud explanations as to how she felt, but she said nothing.
Will had finished his breakfast by the time Brett came shuffling into the kitchen. Will looked up and nodded, and drank more coffee.
He put down the cup and asked conversationally, "Brett, would you have any objection to showing me your birthmark? I'm working on investigating Sandy's parentage, and Clora tells me your mark is the most like her's and Ben's."
"Huh," the sleepy bear yawned, scratched and lifted his Polo shirt to reveal his mark. It was more tattoo than birthmark, Will could see it plainly in the morning light. Suddenly there was more worry in his mind. This bit of information changed the depth and breath of the whole problem.
Will quickly dropped the shirt and used all of his talents to be casual when he spoke. "Brett do you remember all those letters from the Pullen Law Firm? Trey's Grandparents went to court and got custody. The judge's decision was yesterday. Why didn't you answer the summons man, you lost by default. You didn't pay attention and lost custody. I have to take Trey into court this morning; I'd like it if you rode in with us."
Brett just looked at the checkered squares on the tablecloth. It was his silence that was unnerving. He picked up his arm and let it fall back into his lap, accentuating his feeling of hopelessness.
"Clora would you go help Trey get ready please. Just dress him and get a favorite toy if he would like." Will was a lawman and used to being obeyed by using his professional tone of voice. Clora obeyed, but not because Will wanted her to do so. She did because she cared about Brett, Trey and what they meant to the family, and she wanted no problems.
The three of them loaded in the Sheriff's car and drove toward town. Clora stood at the window watching the car drive down the lane to the highway. She had seen Will carefully check out Brett's pockets and the waistband of his pants; a brush against the brother's shoulder gave Will the information he didn't have a shoulder holster on. She had also seen the birthmark that didn't look real.
This was a problem to think on, as she went about her morning work. Mark came in from doing the morning chores, the milk in the pail still foamy. "It's warming up, I expect we will have a thaw later on today." He set the pail on the counter.
"Was that Will and Brett headed down the drive?" he inquired.
"Yes," Clora said wearily. "It's another big problem in the Hanson family. "Brett with his 'careless attitude toward life' ignored official letters from the court and Trey's Grandparents have obtained official custody. Trey has to be turned over this morning."
"Hey, that's a real tough thing," Mark commiserated softly, "sorry to hear that." Clora brought him a cup of coffee and set it on the table, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Brett is a weak man, everything that has ever happened to him has been someone else's fault, never his own. He lacks personal responsibility, now it is costing him. Costing us all," she amended.
Sandy flipped a hotcake on the griddle, it steamed and sputtered as it hit the hot surface. "I could eat three," Mark encouraged her to make more. "I'm hungry this morning."
Ev knocked on the back door and stuck his head in, "hey, I thought you'd be done eating," he walked in and grabbed a cup for a gulp of coffee. "That little fella slept all through the night. There's so much cooing and baby talk happening down there it is bothersome." Ev reached over and snagged a pancake off Mark's plate and drug it through the butter plate. "Umm, good." he said with his mouthful.
"Hey," Mark protested. "You're a friend, but I might have to reconsider if you reach for another piece of my breakfast."
Laughing, Sandy asked the question Ev was begging to hear. "Would you like some breakfast Ev, we have plenty."
"Why shore, we gots to take care of that bear and I gots to get Ben and the new family this afternoon. Gonna be a busy day and I need fuel to get through it all." Ev was serious as he picked up his fork
"And it was a real long walk all the way up the hill," Clora teased as she filled his plate and dropped another cake on Mark's stack.
The day was filled with work. There was a a bit of rest during the noon time and then it was back to butchering the bear.
By supper time, Willie was tired and whiny. "Where's Dad, and Trey and Uncle Ben. Why is Uncle Wayne looking so mad, why is there no school today, what are we gonna have for supper," and he went on and on until the adults were tired and frustrated. "Where did Uncle Ev go," he started in once again.
"Willie," Sandy snapped sharply, "give it a rest. We don't need any more questions."
The crew was walking up to the main house when Ev's pickup turned in the drive and tooted it's horn. "They're here," Willie yelled, jumping up and down in excitement. Right behind Ev was Will's car, with a single occupant.
"That does not look good," Mark muttered to Clora as they stood aside and let the vehicles pass up to the main house. "I've got to go milk, I'll be in shortly."
Ev went down to get Cheryl and the kids, and Clora added more wood to the stove while Sandy set the table. The babies were displayed and admired right down to counting fingers and toes. It was a joyous time in the main house as all ate fried back strap, potatoes and the last of the lettuce and corn.
"Will, how did the transfer go today?" Clora asked as she picked up his dishes and placed cookies in front of him.
"Not well Clora. Brett is spending the night in jail for acting the fool, after I warned him repeatedly. The Judge was not impressed with his emotional outburst and even less happy with his threats." Will reached over to take one of the two goodies Willie had pilfered from the plate. "One at a time, mind your manners," he said quietly.
"I didn't like today, it wasn't very much fun," Willie complained with his mouthful.
"Willie Pendelton, you are almost eight years old and acting like a baby. I'm ashamed of your manners and attitude. I think you had better go to the room. I will be in soon and we are going to have a talk." Willie looked pretty resentful, but stomped down the hall.
Will stood up and apologized to the clan. "I'm sorry for his behavior, I'm afraid we need to have a defining moment." and he turned and followed his son.
Sandy caught Clora's eye and and widened her stare, jerking towards the disappearing man. Clora shrugged her shoulders and finished serving dessert.
The new mama's ate and took their charges home, the babies as tired as their families.
Later that night, Will got up and went for coffee. Used to the swing shift, he couldn't sleep until his system was ready, and soon he was joined by Clora who heard him come down the stairs.
"What happened?" Clora asked quietly, meaning Brett and his outburst. Will didn't pretend to misunderstand, and he took a long swallow.
"He's in a week for contempt, unless we bail him out. He threatened the Grandparents in a nasty manner and," he paused to wipe his face, "frankly the state he is in, I think he should serve out the time and cool down."
"I agree," Clora surprised the veteran lawman by not opposing his suggestions. "Will, I saw his birthmark before you dropped his shirt. He's not Pete's natural child, is he."
"Trey, go wake up your Daddy. Go pester him for a while." Will dispatched Trey to find something to do.
"He don't like me to do that," Trey baby talked.
"What makes you think that I like being woke up?" Will questioned.
"Oh, I dunno." Trey scuffed his foot against the floor. "I was just wanting to play with Willie."
"Willie is younger than you and he needs to sleep more than you do. Go play by yourself until Willie wakes up by himself" Will ordered sharply. "Now scoot!"
Trey clattered down the hall and banged open the door to his Dad's room. "HEY DAD, I'M SUPPOSED TO COME IN HERE AND PLAY," Trey announced with pride and satisfaction at the top of his lungs.
Will listened to Brett's muttered response. It was mostly unprintable and not fit to be uttered in front of children, but that was Brett's method of parenting.
Will went to the kitchen and walked into the warmth and enticing smells of bacon and pancakes. "Oh coffee, thanks. That little rascal Trey woke me up this morning ready to play with Willie." Will spoke around the scalding hot brew. Then he looked around to see who was near enough to listen
"Ladies," he said low and with direct intensity, "are you both armed? There will be a confrontation as soon as Brett wakes up, and if I give you the high sign, I want you to vanish. I'll explain as soon as possible.
Both Clora and Sandy patted their skirt pockets and looked at him hard. "He's one of ours, Will. Maybe you'd better explain now." Clora said without smiling.
Will walked close to the sisters at the range and again said low, "he has lost custody of Trey. I have to take Trey in with me this morning and I don't want trouble."
Clora nodded and then poked Sandy until the younger gal agreed. Sandy's stiff stature gave loud explanations as to how she felt, but she said nothing.
Will had finished his breakfast by the time Brett came shuffling into the kitchen. Will looked up and nodded, and drank more coffee.
He put down the cup and asked conversationally, "Brett, would you have any objection to showing me your birthmark? I'm working on investigating Sandy's parentage, and Clora tells me your mark is the most like her's and Ben's."
"Huh," the sleepy bear yawned, scratched and lifted his Polo shirt to reveal his mark. It was more tattoo than birthmark, Will could see it plainly in the morning light. Suddenly there was more worry in his mind. This bit of information changed the depth and breath of the whole problem.
Will quickly dropped the shirt and used all of his talents to be casual when he spoke. "Brett do you remember all those letters from the Pullen Law Firm? Trey's Grandparents went to court and got custody. The judge's decision was yesterday. Why didn't you answer the summons man, you lost by default. You didn't pay attention and lost custody. I have to take Trey into court this morning; I'd like it if you rode in with us."
Brett just looked at the checkered squares on the tablecloth. It was his silence that was unnerving. He picked up his arm and let it fall back into his lap, accentuating his feeling of hopelessness.
"Clora would you go help Trey get ready please. Just dress him and get a favorite toy if he would like." Will was a lawman and used to being obeyed by using his professional tone of voice. Clora obeyed, but not because Will wanted her to do so. She did because she cared about Brett, Trey and what they meant to the family, and she wanted no problems.
The three of them loaded in the Sheriff's car and drove toward town. Clora stood at the window watching the car drive down the lane to the highway. She had seen Will carefully check out Brett's pockets and the waistband of his pants; a brush against the brother's shoulder gave Will the information he didn't have a shoulder holster on. She had also seen the birthmark that didn't look real.
This was a problem to think on, as she went about her morning work. Mark came in from doing the morning chores, the milk in the pail still foamy. "It's warming up, I expect we will have a thaw later on today." He set the pail on the counter.
"Was that Will and Brett headed down the drive?" he inquired.
"Yes," Clora said wearily. "It's another big problem in the Hanson family. "Brett with his 'careless attitude toward life' ignored official letters from the court and Trey's Grandparents have obtained official custody. Trey has to be turned over this morning."
"Hey, that's a real tough thing," Mark commiserated softly, "sorry to hear that." Clora brought him a cup of coffee and set it on the table, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Brett is a weak man, everything that has ever happened to him has been someone else's fault, never his own. He lacks personal responsibility, now it is costing him. Costing us all," she amended.
Sandy flipped a hotcake on the griddle, it steamed and sputtered as it hit the hot surface. "I could eat three," Mark encouraged her to make more. "I'm hungry this morning."
Ev knocked on the back door and stuck his head in, "hey, I thought you'd be done eating," he walked in and grabbed a cup for a gulp of coffee. "That little fella slept all through the night. There's so much cooing and baby talk happening down there it is bothersome." Ev reached over and snagged a pancake off Mark's plate and drug it through the butter plate. "Umm, good." he said with his mouthful.
"Hey," Mark protested. "You're a friend, but I might have to reconsider if you reach for another piece of my breakfast."
Laughing, Sandy asked the question Ev was begging to hear. "Would you like some breakfast Ev, we have plenty."
"Why shore, we gots to take care of that bear and I gots to get Ben and the new family this afternoon. Gonna be a busy day and I need fuel to get through it all." Ev was serious as he picked up his fork
"And it was a real long walk all the way up the hill," Clora teased as she filled his plate and dropped another cake on Mark's stack.
The day was filled with work. There was a a bit of rest during the noon time and then it was back to butchering the bear.
By supper time, Willie was tired and whiny. "Where's Dad, and Trey and Uncle Ben. Why is Uncle Wayne looking so mad, why is there no school today, what are we gonna have for supper," and he went on and on until the adults were tired and frustrated. "Where did Uncle Ev go," he started in once again.
"Willie," Sandy snapped sharply, "give it a rest. We don't need any more questions."
The crew was walking up to the main house when Ev's pickup turned in the drive and tooted it's horn. "They're here," Willie yelled, jumping up and down in excitement. Right behind Ev was Will's car, with a single occupant.
"That does not look good," Mark muttered to Clora as they stood aside and let the vehicles pass up to the main house. "I've got to go milk, I'll be in shortly."
Ev went down to get Cheryl and the kids, and Clora added more wood to the stove while Sandy set the table. The babies were displayed and admired right down to counting fingers and toes. It was a joyous time in the main house as all ate fried back strap, potatoes and the last of the lettuce and corn.
"Will, how did the transfer go today?" Clora asked as she picked up his dishes and placed cookies in front of him.
"Not well Clora. Brett is spending the night in jail for acting the fool, after I warned him repeatedly. The Judge was not impressed with his emotional outburst and even less happy with his threats." Will reached over to take one of the two goodies Willie had pilfered from the plate. "One at a time, mind your manners," he said quietly.
"I didn't like today, it wasn't very much fun," Willie complained with his mouthful.
"Willie Pendelton, you are almost eight years old and acting like a baby. I'm ashamed of your manners and attitude. I think you had better go to the room. I will be in soon and we are going to have a talk." Willie looked pretty resentful, but stomped down the hall.
Will stood up and apologized to the clan. "I'm sorry for his behavior, I'm afraid we need to have a defining moment." and he turned and followed his son.
Sandy caught Clora's eye and and widened her stare, jerking towards the disappearing man. Clora shrugged her shoulders and finished serving dessert.
The new mama's ate and took their charges home, the babies as tired as their families.
Later that night, Will got up and went for coffee. Used to the swing shift, he couldn't sleep until his system was ready, and soon he was joined by Clora who heard him come down the stairs.
"What happened?" Clora asked quietly, meaning Brett and his outburst. Will didn't pretend to misunderstand, and he took a long swallow.
"He's in a week for contempt, unless we bail him out. He threatened the Grandparents in a nasty manner and," he paused to wipe his face, "frankly the state he is in, I think he should serve out the time and cool down."
"I agree," Clora surprised the veteran lawman by not opposing his suggestions. "Will, I saw his birthmark before you dropped his shirt. He's not Pete's natural child, is he."