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Why do I get the feeling the letters will be found? It would seem to me the spark that lights the fuse... While Gran is leaving Barnswallow to August, I wonder if Albert, when he finds out about it, tries to horn in, saying August isn't of age.... Quite frankly, August needs to hightail out of there ASAP, not only does he get the ninety acres, but enough of a stake to see him through several years while he brings the farm back to life. Gran surely wanted him to have the home what held so many memories for her, saying he was old enough now, and that meant plenty to him. She even insisted if he accepted she would stake him enough to get him through those first years. Though he had no plans to accept her financial generosity, the offer for it showed how much she loved him, and that was something he didn’t ever feel in the house he lived in, not for the past ten lonely years. August needs to understand that no one else is going to inherit Gran's money, take the frigging stake. It would be poetic justice if, through some unforeseen set of circumstances, neither Rob nor Albert were able to manage the homestead, death, dismemberment, rattlesnake bite, trampled under stampeding cows, or thrown off a horse. Personally, I'd be fine with any of the scenarios...or all of them... I was the third child, the one ignored, while my brother could do no wrong, and the same with my sister. I was invisible till something went wrong, or somebody needed someone to step-and-fetchit...and this went on for years. I did year-round yard work while in high school, earning money for my own clothes and a new 10-speed bike. I moved out after graduation and on to college. Soon after my brother was lost in a hazy world of drugs, my sister married a smarter-than-anyone loser and moved nearly all across the country. When my folks could no longer care for or provide for themselves, guess who stepped in...I don't begrudge the time spent; it made me a better person. As they say in the show Gunsmoke, August...get the hell out of Dodge!!!

One of these days I will have the time to get to more of these stories.

As a gentleman of a “certain “ age, all I can say is ouch!!! Frankly, she makes Mother seem advanced and adventurous. I think Anne is still in the 1950s.” “Was she even born then?” I smiled. “Not a bit. She’s younger than Mother.”

Well, you had me with the Mossberg 500 😁

Not to forget Weetabix…

Why, at this very moment, one of my desert forks is starring at my refrigerator and the carrot cake that resides within….

Thank you for sharing this with us! I’m willing to bet Demetri can figure the math to make them invisible to Granny…but…can he figure a way to play with glorbs without Gremlin knowing?

I’m patiently waiting for the day Gremlin meets his mate! How many radiators with screwdrivers do you think he will need up in the ductwork…it will be a ship wide extravaganza….putting the latest version of Dolby sound to shame…don’t forget to lock down the snacks….

Wowzer, time for another shower..

Even the mightiest glaciers melt….and the melt waters bring forward new life… It will be very interesting to see how they grow.

So very nice to be back with these folks and their continuing adventures !!

If and when the three assailants need to come face to face with the Mossberg 500... Pulling his Mossberg 500 from its scabbard, Jake pumped once before a thunderous explosion echoed through the sky. Digging his heels deep into the stirrups, he yelled, “Go Midnight, go!”

One wonders if tuition for either of them will be jeopardized.... Peter...in this case two wrongs make goodby... “Isn’t that why you’re here? So we can get back together? You punished me. I learned my lesson, Sam. You broke up with me and left me alone the entire winter break, and you hung out with HIM.” Peter’s voice almost cracked. “With him?” Sam asked as he brushed his hair back behind his ears. “Yes! Him,” Peter shouted. “The guy you cheated on me with? Twice!” Peter’s eyes grew, and his nose flared. “He told you? Why would he tell you?”

Can’t disagree with any of the comments, but let’s not forget this is a multi-day event! Plenty of time for all sorts of red herrings to be flying around!

Couldn’t say it any better!

I am enjoying the slow denouement that is taking place, hopefully the boys don’t spontaneously combust when it comes time for hand holding and that all important first kiss…

This was a wonderful chapter and Harry’s parents and Tom were a breath of fresh air!

It’s early days, if I read the map correctly they are heading towards Jaffa, correct?

Xavier’s parents should of had that conversation sometime ago… As suspected before, someone inside the pack is a traitor, considering 50 million might be up for grabs…. They were offered a bonus if they managed to kill the silver wolf." The room went still. I felt the weight of every eye shift toward me. I was the only silver wolf in Greyhaven. Possibly one of the last anyone had seen in this part of the country. Across the room, I could feel Austin's eyes on me. "That means whoever hired them knows our pack. They know our territory. They know our structure

Somewhere out there is a twink pining for a dad just like me….loved this story!!

Time to face the music for Jas and his partner, and become functional adults, if not...divorce ASAP

While an agnostic, I find relevance in different parts of scripture, and felt the following was applicable here... This phrase comes from Mark 8:36, “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” Frank smiled, the expression softening his whole face. It was the first real smile Marc had seen on him. "You bring it out of me. Makes me want to be better. For the team. For you."

Living out here in Central Massachusetts, not only the center of the universe, but smack dab in the middle of what's left of our small farming community, one would think the opportunity and the chance to go galavanting on the back of some four-legged means of conveyance would abound...sadly, just not so. I have, however, had a moment on a mechanical bull. Calling it more than a moment is being generous....does this count?

Medicate…medicate…

The unkindest cut….