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lady-divine-writes · 3 years ago

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Kurtbastian - “Always and Forever”

Summary: After the death of their daughter Grace, Kurt and Sebastian drift apart. Kurt wraps himself up in his grief so tightly he starts to push Sebastian away, and Sebastian, feeling himself shoved aside when he needs Kurt most, cheats. They make the decision to start over, to leave New York City and their pain behind, and start over again in a house Upstate. Sebastian buys Kurt a "fixer upper" and gives him free reign. While redecorating the room that will be his studio, Kurt comes across something interesting underneath the wallpaper. It starts to become an obsession for Kurt - an obsession that begins to replace Kurt's love for his husband, which Sebastian is holding on to by a thread. Can Kurt and Sebastian break through the pain and the hurt and find a way to fall in love again?

Notes: Inspired by the Klaine advent drabble prompt "ache". So this is a story I started a while ago, but stopped after chapter 4 because it started to get a little too real. But I’ve started revising, and now I’m ready to finish it.

Chapter 1 (3197 words)

“God! That traffic was insane, wasn’t it?” Sebastian complains, pulling off the highway and onto the less congested road that leads to the heart of Manhasset.

Kurt mutters in agreement, but he barely noticed. His right temple has been glued to the passenger side window the entire trip. Eyes pointed skyward, he watched the clouds pass by as they drove, counted the trees, followed a flock of birds as they flew off to warmer climes far, far away.

Away from here, the way Kurt wishes he could.

“I called ahead to turn the gas on. And the electricity... ” Sebastian has been rambling about nothing for the whole hour and forty-five-minute drive, filling the tense air of the Navigator with verbal static. “We’re gonna want to air the place out for a few hours. The realtor told me it stinks like mold but that there isn’t any actual mold in the house. I hired two separate contractors to go through the place anyway and make sure. I wasn't going to take the guy's word for it. He struck me as a sandwich short of a picnic. I mean, you should have seen him, Kurt! He was wearing a purple paisley tie and brown loafers with a grey suit. And not like royal purple. That would have worked. But puce! Jesus Christ!” He chuckles. It bleeds into a nervous cough. “I didn’t say anything, but it would have been nice if you were there to give him some subtle pointers. Or not so subtle. You know how much I love seeing you in action. Oh, and we'll have to go over our insurance policy. I’m having a second independent appraiser… ”

“Are we there yet?” Kurt interrupts, preferring to focus on how the changing leaves mute the skyline than on a single word coming out of his husband’s mouth. Not that he could catch a one the way they’re sprinting off his tongue like lemmings off a cliff.

The trees soothe Kurt, smooth the rough edges of this bumpy ride. They grow differently out here than in the city: springing up in rows, displaying their fall colors, blending one into the other like an ever-changing river - red tree, yellow tree, brown tree, gold tree…

Their daughter Grace would call out the colors on their long car rides Upstate, conjuring rhymes where there were none. They roll through his memory in her singsong voice.

Green tree… uh... lean tree!

Kurt smiles, clutching on to the sound of her voice.

He's terrified of the day he'll forget what her voice sounds like.

“Just… uh… just a few more blocks,” Sebastian replies, his attempt at chitchat cut short by his husband’s impatient tone. Despite his infinitely expressive voice, Kurt only uses three tones nowadays - angry, impatient, and indifferent. Sebastian hasn’t learned how to avoid any of them, but he hates Kurt’s indifferent tone the most. “Not too far.”

“Good. Because I’m tired of sitting in this stupid seat.” Kurt switches positions, massaging his hip for emphasis. 'Tired of sitting in this stupid seat.' That's what he said. But he meant, 'tired of being stuck in here with you.'

And Sebastian knows it.

Sebastian turns down two streets that spiral together tighter and tighter until he and Kurt are locked in to their new neighborhood.

Locked in to their decision to move here.

“Here it is.” Sebastian pulls up to the curb at the point before the street turns into a cul-de-sac.

Kurt sits up slowly to accommodate his stiff spine and numb ass. Looking around, he sighs in frustration. “Here what is? There are five houses on this block. Which one is it?”

“Guess.” When Kurt sighs again, Sebastian says, “I’ll give you a hint – it’s one of these three,” and motions to the houses on Kurt’s right. Kurt rolls his eyes but turns to the houses closest. They all appear relatively identical – three floors with a pointed roof and a square porch, reminiscent of a gingerbread house. They probably have basements – a huge selling point in this vicinity. But they don’t call them basements Upstate. They call them cellars. Somehow, the word cellar is more refined, and therefore more acceptable than having a dull, run-of-the-mill, drafty basement.

Need that cellar so you can have the most expensive cabernet on the market on hand in case we need to drunkenly judge Sally Jones’s latest highlight fiasco.

“She should have gone with lowlights, Sharon. (sip) Haven’t I been saying that, Kayla? (sip) Haven’t I been saying that she should have stuck with lowlights? But only around her face. (sip) Ha-ha-ha-ha! Please, pass the brie.”

Kurt spent a good portion of his life living in a basement bedroom, so he’s not above the word. But he remembers a time back in high school when he thought that was the person he would grow up to be. He’d start out as one of the New York elite, then become an Upstate snob. When his kids (two of them – a boy and a girl) were grown and gone, he’d start an artists’ colony. He'd retire to a lighthouse, isolate himself in obscurity while being ironically jaded at the world.

Well, he's nearing forty, and he is jaded, but for entirely different reasons.

The house at the curve in the cul-de-sac is painted a sea green Kurt isn’t thrilled with. But that can be remedied with a bucket of paint and some elbow grease. From its position, it probably gets the bulk of the noon sun.

There goes their electric bill.

Kurt knows Sebastian doesn’t care about trivial things like finances, but just because they have the money to spend doesn’t mean they should shovel it out the window. Plus, there's their carbon footprint to think about. But more importantly, there goes his fair skin, which will freckle at every meal while he does nothing other than sit at the kitchen table.

No, thank you.

The house beside it is in a better position, slanted away from direct sunlight. But it’s painted a slate blue that comes across as too harsh considering the neighborhood’s neutral color scheme. Sebastian should know better than to see that house and say, “Yes. That’s it. That’s the one,” unless the inside looks like the Palace of Versailles.

The last house is also blue, but this blue borders on pale grey, a similar shade to his father’s house in Lima. A maple tree has grown through the pavement in front, shading the house and shedding its red-gold leaves all over the front yard.

And this house has a porch swing.

He and Sebastian used to talk about owning a home with a porch swing. It became a prerequisite for the home they wanted to retire in. Kurt pictured sitting on their swing side by side in the early mornings, sipping coffee and watching the sunrise.

Sebastian, on the other hand, talked about having sex on the thing and scaring the neighbors.

Same planet, different worlds.

“It’s this one,” Kurt guesses, gesturing to the blue-grey house. “The one with the swing. Isn’t it?”

“Don’t sound too excited,” Sebastian jokes but warily, afraid of what the fallout might be if Kurt doesn’t like it. Sebastian has been climbing a tenuous ladder to make his husband happy. One misstep and he'll plummet back to the bottom, with no certainty that Kurt will let him try to climb up again. It’s his own damn fault, Sebastian reminds himself as they get out of the vehicle. He did this to them, so he’ll let Kurt lash out, let him bare his teeth and his claws, let him dig in with both hands and rip.

Sebastian deserves it.

He leads Kurt up the walkway in silence, past the tree and the swing. He unlocks the front door and pushes it open, standing back so Kurt can be the first one over the threshold. Kurt takes his time, poking his head in first, then taking a hesitant step. This is an all-or-nothing moment for him. In his heart, once he walks inside, there's no turning back.

He sets his foot down, rests his weight on it, and a dozen memories come flooding back: the house he lived in with his mom and dad, the house he and his dad moved into when his dad remarried, the dorm rooms he suffered from high school to college.

The first night he spent in Sebastian's penthouse, the excitement of feeling like he'd found his true home.

The house he dreamed of raising Grace in.

In the end, they stayed in the penthouse for convenience. He regrets not getting her an actual house with a yard and a swing.

Like this one.

The irony.

The room lists, Kurt's head swims, but he wraps his arms around himself and doesn't let it show. He focuses on the here and now. He's taken a step. He just needs to take another. And another. Keep going. Keep moving forward, or else he'll crumple to the ground.

And Sebastian will rush to catch him.

Kurt would rather bury himself under the porch.

Kurt breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, relies on a cold and detached demeanor to help him instead of the strong arms of his husband.

This house has a different feel from the open floor plan of the penthouse they've been living in since college. It's cramped around the corners, with a lot more shadows and a lot less noise. Sebastian likes that better. He’s an Ohio native, same as Kurt. But unlike Kurt, he considers himself a country boy. Even though Sebastian built his identity around becoming a state's attorney like his father, he loved the quiet life: wide-open spaces, blue skies, unhurried, and just plain normal.

Kurt saw Ohio as a cage he couldn't wait to break free from.

Sebastian could have bought Kurt any house he wanted. In that vein, Sebastian feels like a heel for jumping on this one without consulting Kurt first. He reasoned that he'd been the one house hunting, not Kurt. So when a contact told him that the owner of this house, a house Sebastian had had his eye on for a while, was finally selling, it seemed too perfect, especially considering the timing.

Sebastian bent over backward to rescue it from escrow.

Kurt didn't want to leave the city, but it was full of too much pain for him to handle, too many memories, friends and acquaintances who had yet to hear the news, and those who constantly offered their condolences. Few people greeted him anymore without their smiles dropping and the words, “I’m so sorry,” coming out of their mouths, as if joy shouldn't exist around him anymore.

It made his head, his heart, and his soul ache.

Kurt loved New York City, but there was nothing left for him there but the constant hollow thud he felt whenever he saw something that reminded him of their angel Grace. School would be starting soon. All of her friends will be moving on to the fifth grade. But his daughter...

Life ended for her too soon.

“Here.” Sebastian reaches for Kurt’s hand, but Kurt reflexively pulls it away, slipping his hands into his pockets to cover for his flinching from Sebastian’s touch. Sebastian should be used to it by now, but he isn’t. “Let me show you why I think you’re going to love this house.”

Sebastian jogs up the stairs to the next level. Kurt follows a few steps behind. When he reaches the top, he sees three doors. They pass the first two without mention. Sebastian opens the last.

“Here.” Sebastian crosses to the opposite side and throws open one of two windows, filling the musty space with the crisp bite of autumn. “I thought this room could be your new studio.”

Sebastian knows him too well. The room is perfect. Even at dusk, it’s flooded with natural light. It looks out over the rooftops of the other houses, giving him a view of the surrounding forests and orchards stretching way past the highway. With a little TLC, it could look just like his studio in their penthouse.

Or he can turn it into something new.

Start with a clean slate.

“What are the other two rooms?” Kurt asks offhandedly. He doesn't need to.

He knows what the other rooms are.

There are only two rooms they can be.

“A bathroom and the master bedroom,” Sebastian answers, watching his husband stroll across the floor.

“So this would have been… ?”

“A spare? A guest room?” Sebastian shifts his weight from foot to foot, unable to find an easy groove to stand in.

Kurt frowns. No. It would have been Grace’s bedroom if she were still with them. Kurt was trying to get his husband to acknowledge that. Cruelly. But if she were with them, Sebastian wouldn’t have cheated, their marriage wouldn’t be falling apart, and they wouldn’t be running away from their problems.

“I guess I could put a foldout bed in here,” Kurt throws out as he estimates the space.

“You can if that’s what you want,” Sebastian agrees. “Or you’re just saying that to hurt me, which, if you are, you’ll be happy to know, it’s working.”

“I’m not saying that to hurt you,” Kurt eloquently lies. “I’m being practical. I’m not going to have easy access to the Vogue workshop if I live two hours away. If I expect to get a new line started, I’m going to have to pull long hours.”

Sebastian scrutinizes his husband, who’s doing his best to avoid looking at him. “You’re… thinking of starting a new line? You didn’t mention that.”

Kurt shrugs. “Did I have to?”

“No. I mean, I wasn’t sure that you would go back to designing so soon after.”

"After?" Kurt tilts his head inquisitively but still makes no eye contact.

"After... moving. There's going to be a lot to do here. I thought you'd give yourself a year. Maybe more." Sebastian answers so quickly, Kurt wonders if he'd practiced. They talk in code, this whole conversation a carefully choreographed tango through a labyrinth of knives.

Sebastian didn't mean after moving. He meant after the death of their daughter. Kurt practically spent every spare second he wasn’t designing for work designing with her. Kurt has been a designer since high school. Aside from music, it's his passion.

Sebastian feared Grace's death might sever those harp strings.

"I think you underestimate me. Besides, you’re considering going back to working in the city after… ”

Pivot, walk walk, close.

The dance changes. They switch places, and Kurt leads.

Kurt isn't talking about them moving or Grace.

Kurt means after Sebastian cheated.

Kurt only agreed to move out of the city and live in a house he's never seen to keep Sebastian away from the man he's convinced will become too big a temptation to resist the next time they get into any kind of argument. Granted, it took their daughter dying for Sebastian to cheat, but Kurt figures it’ll keep getting easier from now on to come up with an excuse.

Can't agree on where to go for dinner? Have a huge blowout over which cards to send out for Christmas? That's it! I'm sticking my dick in someone else!

“Anyway, I wouldn’t want to wake you by crawling into bed at four in the morning, not when you have to be at work at six,” Kurt finishes when he’s let that dig soak in long enough.

“I’m not going back to work for a while, remember? That’s what a leave of absence is. And even if I was, why would I mind you waking me?” Sebastian risks a grin. “In fact, I was thinking that it might be nice to get back to what we used to do in the mornings before work. I miss that.”

Sebastian holds his breath while he sees how that remark lands. He waits for Kurt to look at him. Kurt hasn’t been able to look at him, really look at him, since hungover Sebastian came home in a taxi the morning after, clothes ruined, their marriage officially in the gutter. Grace passed away six months ago, which means he’s been waiting for a while.

He’s still waiting.

“This isn’t all about you,” Kurt reminds him, raising his eyes to the ceiling.

Kurt didn't yell. But that doesn't mean he's not furious.

“I know,” Sebastian says softly. He rubs his cold hands together, wishing he could stick them underneath his husband’s thick, button-down sweater, and press his palms against Kurt’s skin. A year ago, Kurt would have squealed, “Bas! Your hands are freezing!” But he would have wrapped his arms around himself and held on, would have let Sebastian lean in for a kiss, would have fallen for the line, “Now that my hands are warm, maybe you can help me warm up a few other things.”

Then they would have made love on the wood floor with the door open.

If only he could make Kurt laugh the way he used to.

Then maybe Kurt would love him again.

But going by his husband’s expression, dreary as the olive sweater he holds closed with one hand at the neck, Sebastian knows that now is not the time.

“Is this what you need to make you happy?” he asks. If only it were that simple. If only a house, or a car, or a vacation could turn back the clock and erase everything that happened.

Erase everything Sebastian did, and bring their daughter back.

Kurt doesn't answer right away. He's not purposefully keeping Sebastian in suspense. He couldn't care less what's going on in Sebastian's head. This is his future he's considering.

He's going to take his time.

He circles the room, contemplating the echo of his footsteps on the roughly finished wood, debating whether or not it's a sound he wants to hear for the rest of his life. If not, is it worth putting in the time to fix it?

He traces the path of sunlight as it travels across the wall. That brings a new detail to his eye - a torn corner of wallpaper above the open window revealing a word underneath.

Darling.

Kurt eyes it from a distance, tries not to pay too much attention to it in case Sebastian is behind it. It doesn’t look like it was written recently. It's more than likely part of the pattern underneath. But leave it to Sebastian to try to woo his husband back with something syrupy like that.

Something hopelessly romantic.

Something he thinks Kurt will fall for.

“No,” Kurt answers honestly, re-examining the fading wallpaper, the scuffed floors, the peeling ceiling. His gaze glances his husband’s face and settles on the dust-streaked window. He stares out at the sky, the clouds, the trees, the birds flying wild and free. He’s never going to be able to fly away like that, so he might as well accept this cage he's been given. It's what he's supposed to do, after all. “But it’s worth a try.”

He has little else left to lose.

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f0rever15elf · 4 years ago

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Gold Rush

Pairing: Modern!Ezra x f!reader Word count: 6,391 Rating: T+ Warnings: Slight swearing, short description of a brutal injury, mention of medical opiate administration via injection

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Summary: It’s been a long time since the precious mineral rush hit the Rockies of Colorado. So when national news breaks of a potential gold vein left untouched in your quiet little town, no one is prepared for the rush that follows. And you certainly weren’t prepared for the man you meet.

A/N: So, I adore Ezra’s vocabulary and accent. I felt like a modern twist on it could be interesting. Someone really needs to control me when I start writing these oneshots xD

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You would never forget the day you first laid eyes on him. He looked a mess, dirt and soot clinging to his sweaty face. Mud clung to his coveralls, and his hair stood up in all directions having just taken his safety helmet off, a little blonde patch catching your eye. He looked positively exhausted as he lounged on a boulder set off a little bit from the rest of the commotion. The grueling heat from the mid-day summer sun did little to help the heat you felt rush to your cheeks when his warm brown eyes locked on yours. You averted your gaze quickly, scurrying off to finish your work in preparing the food for the new prospectors.

Your little mountain town tucked up in a secluded region of the Colorado Rockies had always been exceptionally quiet. That is, until a kid happened to stumble upon the start of what looked to be a gold deposit. It wasn’t unheard of, the mountains were rich with all kinds of valuable minerals. Hell, some of the towns got their names from the gold and silver deposits that brought them to life. Finding something here though, in your quiet and reclusive neck of the woods, was something your town was drastically unprepared for.

News broke nationally and within a week the town was flooded with prospectors and independent contractors all vying for their piece of the pie. The economic boost for the town was good, but the available resources were minimal, and the town felt the burden. There wasn’t enough room in the one bed and breakfast the town had to house them all, making little tent camps near the edge of town a very common sight.

Naturally, the close knit community rose to the occasion, coming together to make community meals for the visitors. Communal lunches were the most anticipated time for the workers, and they would flock to the picnic tables to fill their bellies as soon as the lunch bell rang. Most were nice and talkative, thanking the town for doing this for them, and promising to go visit the shops when they finished for the day. Some kept to themselves, staying quiet. Others would talk your ear off, but you had to approach them first. It was a strange new normal, but one that was easy to fall into routine with.

It’s been a little over a month now, and prospecting is in full swing. The little bit of gold the boy had found was just the beginning of one of the richest gold deposits this region of the Rockies had ever seen. More and more miners made their way to your town every day, and your new full time job became helping with the meals; making food runs down into the nearest large supermarket or tending to the vats of food that seemed to always be simmering away. But even when you were distracted with all of this hubbub, it seemed impossible to forget the man with the small blonde patch.

Today is a grey day. The clouds thick in the sky promise heavy rains. Yet still the lunch bell rings, calling the prospectors from their mine shafts and tents to come and join the community for food. The man with the blonde patch sits closer today, his usual boulder taken over by two of the newer prospectors whose names you had yet to learn. As you work, you feel his eyes following you, watching you like a hawk as you do your best to ignore it. Quite a few of the prospectors spent time ogling you, but this man’s gaze consistently feels different. Arms full of things to take back to your house to clean, you begin making the trek up the incline that leads to your house when lightning cracks the sky. The resounding rumble of thunder through the canyon scares you out of your wits, and the dishes go crashing to the ground as you lose your footing, stumbling backwards. You close your eyes, preparing yourself to hit the ground, knowing you’d be tumbling for a bit before you could regain yourself, but the ground never meets you.

“Careful there, sunshine.” The voice is honey thick, a deep Tennessee drawl that borders on music as it drips from the lips of the man who catches you. Opening one eye, you look up to see the man with the blonde patch holding on to you, having been the one to keep your from falling down the hill. You open your other eye as well, looking up at him for far longer than you are sure was proper before your cheeks grow hot and you scramble to get your footing again.

“I’m so sorry! The thunder frightened me, I didn’t mean to..I just...I – Thank you.” You blabber as you crouch down to start gathering the dropped and scattered dishes, cramming everything back in the chili pot.

“Not a worry, sunshine. Would have been a mighty rough fall there.” He crouches down to help you gather the dishes, only pausing to look to the sky when the first few drops land on his face. You look up with him and sigh.

“It’s going to be a hell of a storm.” His beautiful eyes turn back to you at your comment, an eyebrow raised. “The season is changing,” you grunt, getting to your feet. “Best to make sure your tent is secure, sir. Else this rain and the wind that will come with it will blow it half way down the canyon.”

“I appreciate the advice, but I do not believe that to be something I need concern myself with presently.” The way he spoke, words pouring from his mouth with such sweetness, was unlike anything you had ever heard. “I haven’t a tent to my name, you see. Just the clothes on my back and tools on my hip.”

“You didn’t bring a…?” Your voice tapers off in concern and confusion as the drops fall more rapidly, the rest of the prospectors dispersing to tend to their own things. “Come inside with me. You stay out in a storm like this you’ll get sick. Come on.” Turning, you begin your trudge uphill again, eyes on the sky as you wait for it to bottom out. The strange prospector follows you in silence, his tools clanking on his belt with every step.

And then it happens.

The sky opens up, the deluge drenching you both and you let out a small scream, sprinting down the street to the safety of your porch, the man hot on your heels. “C-Colorado rain is always so damn cold,” you chatter through clenched teeth, opening your front door and kicking off your soaked shoes. You’re half way to the kitchen when you realize the man hadn’t come in after you. Looking back over your shoulder, you see him standing just outside the doorway, the spitting image of a drenched kitten, conflict clear on his face. “Don’t just stand there, come inside where it’s warm.”

“It would be rather impudent of me to make a mess of your home in such a way.” You wave your hand at his comment, setting the dishes on the counter before returning to him.

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t alright with it. Come on, you’re letting the cold in.” When he still doesn’t move, you roll your eyes and grab his hand, tugging him inside before shutting the door behind you. “You can use my shower to get cleaned up. Go on.” You all but push him down the hall, him protesting in far more words than necessary as you do. “There’s towels in the wicker basket. Use whatever you need.” You turn to leave, stopped only by his hand catching your wrist in his gentle grip.

“Thank you, sunshine.” You look up at him, struck by the sincerity on his face, in his eyes. “I am beholden to your unbridled grace and kindness.” You flash him a shy smile and nod as he drops his hand from your wrist.

“I’ll get you something dry to change in to once you’re done getting cleaned up.” Your voice is soft as you turn, letting him to his business as you go to find him some clothes. It is at this time that you’re beyond grateful that your brothers were so damn forgetful, having left several articles of clothing at your place every time they visit. Humming a low tune, you rummage through their chest of forgotten clothes, pulling out a v-neck you’re pretty sure will fit him along with a pair of gray sweatpants that might be just a touch too short. They were better than nothing, at least. You quickly fold the clothes, setting them in the hallway outside the bathroom door before knocking.

“Sir, there are warm and dry clothes for you in the hall way. I’ll wash your wet ones when you’re out.” Over the sound of the running water, you catch a muffled, loquacious reply. You have only been speaking to him for a few minutes, but he’s already proven to have a more robust vocabulary than most anyone you’d met. Chuckling, you make your way back to the kitchen to get the dishes cleaned up, resuming your humming.

A bit later, you’re interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. You look over your shoulder to see the prospector there, leaning against the doorway into the kitchen. Relief washes over you when you see the clothes did fit, making a mental note to not tell your brothers that you were giving away their clothes. “Enjoy your shower?”

“The breadth of generosity you’ve show this old man of ill repute is without measure,” sugar sweet words drip from his lips again, bringing a heat to your cheeks.

“Oh please, it’s nothing, really.” You gesture outside to the torrential downpour. “If you have no shelter in this type of weather, it has the potential to bring a rapid end to your prospecting career. The nights are too cold up this high to go to sleep drenched to the bone.” Your eyes rake over his figure, settling on his hair again, sticking out in all sorts of directions after having towel dried it. A smile pulls at your lips before you look back at his face.

“Well, all the same sunshine, I seem to find myself indebted to your good graces.” The corner of his mouth tugs up in a lopsided smirk that makes your heart stutter.

“Well if that’s the case, help me dry the dishes and I’ll call us square.” You grin and toss a towel to him as he joins you at your side. “By the way, I don’t think I ever got your name.”

“How discourteous of me! I go by Ezra. Just Ezra. Pray tell what name such an absolute vision of beauty such as yourself goes by?” You can’t help the giggle that bubbles from your lips as a heat rushes to your cheeks. You give him your name, a nervous air in your voice. He nods, repeating your name back to you and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine as your name sounds like liquid gold on his lips. You wouldn’t mind hearing him say it again and again, you think.

“I like that name. Ezra. I think it suits you.” You flash a smile as you hand him a pot to dry. “Tell me though. How have you been here since the rush began, yet still you don’t have so much as a tent to cover your head?” His laugh is deep and rich as he takes the next dish, drying it thoroughly.

“I find it more prudent to be frugal with one’s earnings in such a tumultuous line of business as freelance prospecting. Nature tends to provide what my mortal body needs as far as shelter, so the earnings I amass in mining go towards improving my station.” You nod, turning off the water as you hand him the last plate.

“And you’ve been living this way for how long?”

“By my approximation, I’d say I’m just about at the ten year mark.”

“I can’t imagine the lifestyle is easy…”

“There is an ache that lingers in my bones, no doubt, but the drive to press ever on towards greatness...well, that is what distinguishes those who simply chase a dream of getting rich quick from those of us who yearn for something beyond that which words can describe.” He turns, leaning against the counter to cross his arms, eyes staring off into space. You’re quiet for a moment as you watch him, taking note of the creases on his weathered face. Laugh lines linger along the corners of his lips, and smile lines accent the corners of his eyes. He is beautiful in every sense of the word.

“And when you reach the end of the vein here? Where will you go to next?” His eyes refocus on you and he smiles, pondering the question for a moment.

“I suppose that entirely depends up the riches chanced upon during my toils in your hospitable hamlet.” The way he says riches as his eyes watch you strikes a chord within you, and you have a feeling that it isn’t just the gold he is speaking of. Something about this man bewitched you, and you find yourself struggling to break eye contact with him. His smile is warm and welcoming, but there is something there just below the surface that hints of danger. And it thrills you. Another crack of lightning and rumble of thunder startles you from your trance and you push away from the counter with a nervous chuckle.

“Well, I do hope you’re able to find what you’re looking for here, Mr. Ezra. Please make yourself at home, I’m going to go set your clothes into the wash for you.” You turn and all but sprint down the hallway to the bathroom, Ezra chuckling in the kitchen behind you.

As you start his laundry, you take a moment to compose yourself. Your heart is racing and your hands trembled in a nervous excitement as they braced against the washer. The air around Ezra is different, you think. Something about the man sets him apart from those you had had the chance to speak to so far, and you are determined to figure it out. After calming yourself to a reasonable level once again, you make your way out to join Ezra in the living room. He’s found your meager book collection, helping himself to one of your novels, and the sight of him perched on your sofa with it balanced on his knee looks like the most natural thing in the world.

“Avid reader?” you question, sitting down on the other side of the couch, tucking your feet up underneath you.

“I have been known to indulge when such an opportunity affords itself to me.” He flashes you that lopsided smile that you just can’t help but return before re-affixing his eyes to the text in front of him. You watch him for a time, trying to learn as much about him as you can from his posture, his looks, until your eyes drift to the window behind your couch. The rain blurs the windowpanes, turning the landscape into some abstract watercolor painting and all that can be heard is the sound of the rain accented with the occasional turn of the page as Ezra reads. Relaxing into the couch, your eyes slowly slip shut as you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

When you finally come around, the sun has set and the rains have stopped. The house is quiet save for a gentle fire in the fireplace, one you hadn’t set before falling asleep. A blanket has been delicately draped over you and you smile to yourself. You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, searching for the friendly prospector. “Ezra?” Your voice is heavy, still thick with sleep as you stand to look for him. You find him outside on your porch, leaning against the siding as he looks out over the canyon visible from your home. “Ezra? Is everything alright?” He simply nods, not looking over to you. The full moon illuminates his skin in the most radiant of ways, accentuating every curve and plane of his face, brightening that little blonde patch in his hair. It left you near breathless. A shiver runs through you at the crisp mountain air, left cooler after the rains, and you wrap your arms around yourself to cope. Ezra shifts his attention to you.

“You should be inside, sunshine. The cold will do you no favors.” He pushes off of the wall, turning to usher you back inside. You hear it though, the slight sadness in his voice that wasn’t present earlier today. You allow him to lead you back inside, shutting and locking the door behind him before you turn to face him.

“What’s wrong, Ezra?” A flash of emotion crosses his face so quickly you aren’t even sure you actually saw it. But if you did...for a moment he looked almost...pained…

“Nothing, sunshine. The chill of the night just leaves an ache in my bones, is all.”

“You’re lying,” you whisper, stepping closer. Perhaps it was the bleariness of sleep that still lingered with you that emboldened you. Or perhaps it was the tantalizing aura that surrounded him that drew you in. Either way, you find yourself staring up at him, concern shining in your eyes bright as the full moon outside. His smile is forced, you can tell, as he puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Little gem, I promise you, the weight I carry is not something I need burden you with. Your hospitality has been unparalleled, and I will not permit myself to impose on you more than I already have.” His warm, tender eyes search yours, begging for you to listen to him. But stubbornness has always run hot in your veins.

“Didn’t I tell you before?” You reach up and take his hand gently in yours. “I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure. Ezra, what’s wrong?” His hand twitches in yours before he gently pulls away, his smile significantly sadder.

“The life of a reprobate like myself should never tarnish the luster of someone like you, sunshine. I will not give you my sins to carry.” He reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before smiling and moving past you to lay down on the couch. A glance to the clock shows you’ve well missed dinner time, sitting at 8:30 now. With a sigh, you meander back into the living room, taking a seat on the floor in front of the fire, letting the heat warm your soul from the chilly night air.

“We all have our own sins to deal with, you know.” Your voice is low as you watch the sparks wick up the flue. You can feel his eyes on your back, waiting for you to continue. “Everyone has a story. But the mountains don’t care about that. They don’t care about who you were before you arrive here. They don’t care about blood on your hands or the loss you’ve endured. They were here long before us and will remain here long after you or I return to the stardust we are made of.” You turn your head to look over your shoulder to see Ezra still staring at you, the fire flickering in his chocolate eyes. “The mountains offer you a chance, Ezra. That’s why I’m here...and as fate would have it, it’s why you’re here as well.” You turn your face back to the fire, Ezra staying quiet for some time behind you.

“The life I have taken to isn’t an easy one, gemstone.” His voice is low and gruff, his drawl more prominent. “I’ve done things in this life that I am ashamed to admit. Lost as much as I’ve gained, taken as much as I’ve given. And every single soul I’ve urged on to whatever follows this painful existence torments me every time I attempt a moment of respite.” The sigh from his lips is heavier than any weight you’ve ever carried, and it pains you to know he carries it alone. “I tell myself it’ll all be worth it in the end. That I’m toiling away day in and day out for a greater purpose. But it’s been near a decade, gemstone, and the end never nears.”

“You’re tired,” you whisper, turning around to look at him, taken aback by the shine in his eyes. “You’re tired and lonely. I can’t even imagine how heavy your soul feels carrying everything you do all alone, and still managing to put a smile on your face. Lord knows I couldn’t...not ‘till I came here, that is, and the town helped me bare my burden. Ezra, I don’t think it’s a coincidence you ended up here in our town. I really don’t.” You flash him a gentle smile, standing up to grab another spare blanket from the linen box, handing it to him. “Think about it, okay? Stay here for tonight. This cold is no place for anyone right now.” He takes the blanket from your hand, perplexity painting his face as you smile down at him. “Goodnight, Ezra. I hope the fire keeps the specters at bay for you tonight.” He nods as you turn, heading back to your room after turning over the laundry. He was odd, but you liked him.

Bright and early you hear a rummaging in the kitchen, the smell of bacon permeating the air. Stretching, you stumble from bed, following your nose and growling stomach. Ezra is there in your kitchen in just the sweats he was borrowing, humming to himself as he cooks. The broad expanse of his back is littered with faded white scars, some that looked to be from blades, and some from burns. His humming voice is lovely, you think, smiling as you lean against the doorway to watch him. He seems so at home, you feel it inappropriate to disturb him. It’s when he turns to put a bowl in the sink that he catches you from the corner of his eye.

“Well good morning, sunshine. I beg your pardon but I permitted myself the liberty of preparing a warm breakfast for the two of us.” His smile that pulls at his lips is brighter than last night, and you felt certain the dread that plagued him had passed for now.

“Did you sleep well?” You inquire, moving into the kitchen to pull down two glasses to fill them with orange juice.

“A specterless dream for the first time in what seems like forever, gemstone.” He places his hand on the small of your back as he moves past you to keep you from bumping back into him, setting the plate of eggs and bacon on the table. The touch feels electric, and you find yourself shocked in how much you enjoy the feeling.

“The mountains have that effect on a weary soul,” you smile, bringing the glasses over. “Coffee?”

“That would be magnificent. But I don’t presume that the mountains have much to do with the reprieve I was so graciously afforded last night.” Your smile doesn’t fade as you put the coffee pot on to percolate, taking down two mugs after the fact.

“Pray tell what you think might be the source of such a thing?”

“I do believe it might have a thing or two to do with the enchantress that graces my vision in the radiance of the morning light.” Heat floods your cheeks as the coffee pot buzzes, the smell of fresh brew mingling beautifully with that of the bacon. You pour two cups, handing Ezra his before joining him at the table.

“I’m a simple mountain girl, I doubt it has anything to do with me.”

“You humble yourself far too much, gemstone. A heart of purer gold than the ore I mine, and the shining soul to match.” He holds his mug up in a toast before bringing it to his lips. “Ones like you are few and far between.”

“And ones like you even more so, I would say.” You return his toast before serving yourself a bit of breakfast. “Thank you for cooking, Ezra. It was very kind of you to do.”

“But the smallest thanks I could give in return for such philanthropy as what you have shown me these past twelve hours.” He chuckles, eating rather quickly, a habit that you feel was one developed over the long time spent in his lifestyle. He finishes well before you, standing to clear his plate. “I’ve imposed for far too long, I fear. I’ll change and be on my way. Gold doesn’t mine itself, I’m afraid.” You chuckle and nod, standing to stop him as he moves towards the hallway.

“Ezra, you are welcome here always. Tent or no tent, you’re welcome to kick your feet up on my hearth whenever you wish. And I do mean that.” Your voice is soft as you look up at him, eyes to match. He returns your gaze, a gentle smile working his way across his lips as he smooths your bed-messed hair.

“There is that heart of gold, my little gemstone.” The tenderness in his voice warms you through, and your heart aches when he steps away. “But I won’t impose a moment longer.” His smile stays as he goes to collect his clothes, quickly changing in the bathroom before making his exit, heading back down to the mine.

And so the days continue. The miners would come for lunch and you would help to serve it, each day Ezra staying close to you to keep you company. His honey dipped accent brought you more joy than you thought a simple sound could, and it made the days pass more quickly. In the evenings when he was done at the mine, he would come to your doorstep, leaning against the support as he talked with you, reveling in the laugh he was able to earn from you with his tales. Each night, you would offer him a warm place to lay his weary head, but every night was the same. A polite decline and an insistence that he could not allow himself to burden you more than he already had before he would excuse himself, heading back to the ridge where the trees would keep him company.

The night he doesn’t come to talk to you, you find yourself watching out the window for him, worry seizing your heart. The sky had been boiling as you had finished working in your yard for the evening, waiting on the loquacious prospector to come and keep you company as he had for weeks now. Rain was coming, you could feel it in your bones, a chill gripping you as the night grows colder. As far as you knew, Ezra still hadn’t purchased himself a proper shelter to ward off the rain, and that thought terrified you. No one should be out in such conditions, no matter how much they felt they deserved to be.

Lightning cracks the sky, your worried reflection flashing back at you for the briefest of moments as the bottom opens out of the sky. A Colorado thunderstorm, true to form. A shiver runs through you at the thought of Ezra out in this, and you decide it best to start a fire in the event that he happened to stumble to your doorstep. And no sooner have you worked the fire up to a low roar in the hearth, do you hear a knock at the door. You wrap your knit blanket around your shoulders, moving to open the door, and there he stands looking more akin to a drowned rat than you have ever seen. Lightning illuminates his face and all you can see is pain, sending your heart into a sprint as you reach for him, pulling him inside.

“Ezra, oh my God, what happened? Why were you out in this?” You lead him into the living room, sitting him down in front of the fire to dry him out and warm him through. “Are you hurt, what happened?” He only groans, leaning forward until his face rests against your shoulder, his breathing ragged. Your arms gingerly wrap around him, holding him to you. “Ezra, you’re scaring me, what happened?”

“A-Accident. In the mine. Rock slide. Hurt m-my arm…” He groans and your throat all but closes as your blood runs cold. You pull back gently, cradling his chin in your palm. The way his forehead creases in pain terrifies you before you even so much as see his arm. You pull back just enough to see the blood soaking through his drenched jacket, his arm cradled at an unnatural angle.

“Oh fuck…” You pull back, easing him down as gently as possible as you pull out your phone, cradling his head in your lap. After the third ring, a gentle voice answers. “Dr. Renslier, I need you to come to my house right away. I have an injured miner here. His arm is badly hurt and he’s bleeding through his clothes. I’m scared to move him…” Ezra’s breath hitches as he bites back another groan, guilt settling in his stomach at causing you so much worry.

“G-Gemstone, stop those tears…” He reaches up with his good hand, wincing as it jostles his right arm, to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “An incorrigible man such as myself is undeserving of such acts of affection. Save those diamonds, little gem.” You tilt your head into his touch, fear still paralyzing your heart.

Dr. Renslier was the only doctor in town, a retired surgeon from Denver Medical Center. He was the best of the best during his time there, and decided to take his skills to this little community, settling in with his wife and their three dogs. The town loved him, and he was one of the few people you would trust with your life in a fraction of a heart beat. So when your door opens and you hear his voice calling from the doorway, a wash of relief floods over you. He kneels next to Ezra, already pulling out scissors to cut away the bloodied jacket. The sight this reveals has your stomach turning and you fight to keep dinner down.

“W-Well? How bad is it doc?” Ezra’s usually rich voice is weak and strangled as he battles with the pain. “Give it to me st-straight.”

“It’s...not good. I don’t think...I don’t think we can save it.” Bone protruded through what was left of the skin in multiple places, the breaks jagged and splintered. “Even if we were in Denver I don’t think I could...save this.” He rummages in his bag for a syringe, tapping out the air before squeezing the flesh of Ezra’s shoulder, administering the injection. “That will help with the pain.” He grumbles about the storm as he pulls out a tourniquet, tying it off just below the shoulder. “We need to get him to the office. He’s going to need a transfusion and I need to operate, now.” You nod as you shift out from under Ezra, him already feeling the effects of what you could only assume was morphine, before helping the doctor to carry him to the car. You elect to ride along, knowing he would need help getting Ezra inside before the nurse on duty would take over.

As soon as you are ushered from the operating bay, you stagger to a chair, sitting down heavily as the adrenaline finally wears off. Tears brim and spill over once again before you drop your face to your blood covered hands, sobbing. Eventually, your sobs turn to whimpers turn to pained sniffles before exhaustion overtakes you, succumbing to a fitful sleep. You are awoken by the nurse, a gentle, pity-filled smile on her face. “He’s out of surgery and resting in a bed now. We need to get you cleaned up before you can see him, ok? We have a set of scrubs you can wear for now.” You simply nod, getting up to follow her as she leads you to the bathroom. The scrubs are folded neatly on the bench by the sink and you smile despite yourself.

Once clean and dressed, you make your way back out to the hall, the nurse waiting to lead you to the recovery beds. You feel as if you could collapse in sobs once more seeing Ezra laid up as he is, face pale and IV drip in his arm. Small bandages littered his face and what you could see of his left arm. As for his right...all that was left was a nub just below his shoulder, tied off in a neat bandage. You draw up a seat next to him, taking his hand in yours, drawing circles along the skin with your thumb. You would wait here for him to wake, you decide.

And so you do, falling asleep with his hand in yours. The feeling of his hand twitching in yours is what wakes you, your eyes snapping open to check on him. The groan that slips from his lips sounds so pained. Slowly, his eyes flutter open, squinting at the bright lights of the med bay before they land on you. A smile tugs at those lips of his when he realizes you were still there, beside him, and he squeezes your hand weakly.

“My little gemstone…” His voice is hoarse, but sweet, traces of that honey slowly returning. “Did you stay here the whole time?”

“As long as they would let me, Ezra.”

“You really didn’t nee-” You cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

“I wanted to. Please don’t ask me to leave, Ezra, because I won’t. I’m not leaving your side.” Rich chocolate eyes grow glassy at your proclamation, hips lips pressing into a tight line, but he nods all the same, secretly relieved that you wanted to stay with him.

“You must believe me a damn fool for finding myself in such a predicament.” His voice is tinged with humor, and you flash him a tired smile, shaking your head.

“It was an accident, Ezra. You said so yourself. I’m just relieved you’re alive to joke about it.” You return the squeeze to your hand and his eyes travel down to where you have interlocked your fingers with his. “Ezra,” you say quietly, drawing his eyes back to yours. “I want you to stay with me.”

“Well, I imagine that will certainly be preferable to the minute comforts an institution such as this could afford me whilst I recover as best I can…” His voice trails off, tight at the end of his statement as he looks to what remains of his arm.

“That’s not what I mean,” you whisper, your voice trembling with trepidation. Concerned eyes find yours again, an eyebrow arched. “I want you to stay with me. No more roaming, no more running...stay here. After the rush leaves, I want you to stay. With me.” His lips part slightly as you vocalize a desire he has had since the day he first followed you home.

“Sunshine, I couldn’t possibly be such a burden on you.”

“Dammit you bullheaded man! Listen to me! You aren’t a burden, you aren’t a hassle. Arm or no arm, I want you here, with me. Sharing my home, my life. I want that, Ezra.” You pick up his hand, bringing it to your lips to brush them over his knuckles. “I want you. I want an us…” You clench your eyes closed and you feel him pull his hand away before he lays it against your cheek.

“Gemstone...look at me.” You do as asked, looking up at him with glassy eyes that match his own. “Do you mean it? Do you really want me here? Is that what your heart is singing to you?” You nod, laying your hand over his against your cheek.

“Yes, Ezra, and I think it has been since the day you followed me home. Please, Ezra…” Confliction flashes in his eyes as he watches your face, your tears spilling over once more and he quickly wipes them away with the calloused pad of his thumb.

“No tears for me, little gemstone. I...I’ll stay…” You blink, almost not believing the words that came from his mouth.

“You...you mean it?”

“I do. My bones are tired, gem. My soul is tired. And since you extended such kindness to me that night, my dreams have left me in peace. All I dream about are your eyes which hold galaxies and your musical laugh. And being next to you…” You turn your head to nuzzle his hand, warmth flowing through you as you take in his words before you look back to him.

“We’re not so different then. You haven’t left my dreams, or my thoughts, since that night.” Ezra chuckles lowly before letting out a yawn, sinking back into the pillows. “Rest now, alright? I’ll be here when you wake.” He nods, pulling your hand away from where it holds his to your face, bringing it to his lips to place a feather-light kiss to your knuckles before laying it to rest by his side, his eyes slowly slipping shut.

The gold rush brought many people to your quaint little mountain town; miners and prospectors, dreamers and fighters, men and women with delusions of grandeur and those just trying to scrape by. But out of all of them, all of those you had befriended in your time helping to ensure they were fed, the one most important to you was Ezra. You don’t think it was a coincidence he ended up running to the same town you did so many years ago. The universe worked in ways no mere mortal would every truly understand. But that didn’t matter. So long as you had him by your side, the universe could act however it saw fit. Because with Ezra here beside you, your two weary souls could finally find solace in the cradle of the mountains.

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Reckless

I started this story towards the end of Season 11. Pretty dismal day around here today and finishing this was a result of that mood. It's by no means a happy story but it ends well, with love and the family moving on. This is a one shot.

“Wait at the top for me Georgie.” Lyndy called out as Phoenix pulled out ahead up the hill.

“I’ll wait Lyndy, don’t worry. Ease up Phoenix, Spackle’s not as big as you are.”

Spackle was Lyndy’s new Quarter Horse Pony, black and white in equal measure he was by all accounts a beautiful paint, the foal of two barrel racing champions that Casey found and bought for her 5th birthday.

“Whew, good boy Spack” Lyndy said stopping alongside Georgie and reaching down for the water bottle that bounced on Spackle’s saddle. “Here Georgie have some” she said after taking a sip.

“Getting used to riding him Lyndy ?”

“Oh yeah, Spack’s great, Grandma Casey said he can do barrels and poles soon.”

“She was very happy when she found him for you.”

“I love Grandma Casey and Grandpa Tim.”

“We all do sweetie, ready to go on ?”

“Let’s go a little faster Georgie.”

“Ok, ready to canter, no galloping yet Ok, I know he’s a pony but much bigger than Monty.”

“Ok Georgie and now TJ can ride Monty.”

“TJ can ride Monty with help, he’s still very young so you have to be careful when you help.”

By all accounts Lyndy was an amazing rider who not only had a natural seat but showed remarkable intuition in handling, transferring command to her legs easily as if she’d done if for way longer than her age would account for. She was also fearless of them and had at even this early age an affinity, a gift or specialness with them.

“Poppa’s teaching him, every day, I help sometimes.”

“He loves being on a horse just like you.”

“There’s our new house Georgie, it’s almost ready.”

“Moving in a couple weeks, are you excited ?”

“Yup, Momma said we can just walk over to visit now, or ride my bike and soon Spack on my own.”

“Not before your folks say it’s Ok Lyndy.”

“Oh sure I know that.”

It had taken longer than they had thought to get the house done but it was. Everyone chipped in their time in helping the contractor get done. The interior was quickly being finished and as far as Georgie knew the appliances would be transferred from the loft to the house during the week to be hooked up. Almost there. Jack and Mitch had cut the road to join the house with the main entrance to Heartland. It wouldn’t be that much of an extra chore this way to include the new house in snow clearing, a huge concern come Winter.

“Looks like GG and Grandma are walking over to help.”

Jack and Lisa saw Georgie and Lyndy come over the rise and set out to meet them at the barn.

“She rides just like Amy did.” Jack said watching the two make there way slowly towards the barn.

“She loves that horse, I still can’t believe what Casey paid for him.”

“Not all that much considering that horse’s pedigree Lis, the foal of two national champions.”

“Well I’ve never seen a more handsome paint Jack, that’s for sure.”

“And the perfect size for her.”

“Hi Grandma, Hi GG” Lyndy called out waving.

The watched as Lyndy stopped Spackle and patted his neck. “Good boy Spackle, now stand Spackle” she said as she pulled her leg over and dropped smoothly to the ground. “What a good boy” she said reaching into her pocket for a treat.

“Can you help with my saddle GG ?”

“I sure can sweetheart.”

“And I’ll help you brush him out Lyndy.”

“Thanks Grandma.”

One of the things Amy and Ty had insisted on was that the tradition of calling Lisa by her first name was not going to happen with their kids. The family strove to make sure this came about. Rather than anything elaborate they decided that Grandma would be fine and both Lisa and Jack were more than fine with that. When TJ came along that tradition was continued. As a matter of fact around the homestead Casey was also Grandma and they sorted it out between them. Both Lisa and Casey were perfectly fine carrying the same name. Jack was still GG across the board.

“Where’s Momma and Poppa and TJ ?” Lyndy asked helping Jack wipe down her saddle before moving on to Spackle.

“Poppa is with Grandma Casey and Grandpa at the rodeo grounds looking at horses and Momma is in town with TJ. They’ll be here for dinner.”

“Soon we’ll be right over the hill GG and we can see each other all the time.”

“We sure can sweetheart and we can go riding after school.”

“When is school GG ?”

“Kindergarten starts in September sweetheart, a couple months away, we have all summer first.”

“Is Poppa going away in the summer ?”

“I don’t know if anything’s settled yet Lyndy, we just have to wait but he won’t be gone too long.”

“I know, momma misses him when he goes.”

“Not you ?”

“Me too.”

“Well you both love your Poppa so that’s understandable. It’s Ok to be a little sad sometimes.”

A light rain had started when they were in the barn and after stalling Spackle and Phoenix they walked over to the ranch house where they settled in the living room at a small fire Jack set to chase away the rainy chill. Georgie excused herself to work on college applications. She was applying for the same 7 year Vet Program that Ty and Cassandra had attended. It certainly wasn’t a lock but with Scott and Cass’s recommendation and her work with the nature preserve and the clinic along with her grades which had been good she was hopeful.

Lisa sat with Lyndy and read a book with her, Lyndy had been getting better and was making and sounding out more and more words. Jack sat reading the latest copy of Alberta Angler when they heard the familiar chirp of a truck passing the front gate. A new security feature they had installed since the ranch had been invaded a few years earlier.

Jack walked over and out onto the porch and welcomed Tim and Casey.

“I thought Caleb was with you, we need to talk about the appliances getting moved.”

“We rented a reach fork truck, nice and easy Jack, I think Wednesday.”

“The rest of the loft is empty ?”

“All empty except the built ins and the appliances which are all disconnected. We’ll lower them down to the hay truck, drive both to the house and haul them in. Caleb��s picking up Cass and the baby and they’ll be here soon. The vet truck Cass uses is in the shop for shocks.”

“Come on in, and warm up a little” Jack said holding the door for Tim and getting a hug from Casey.

Lyndy came over to hug Casey and Tim when they sat and soon Lisa was in the kitchen getting ready to start dinner and Casey was sitting and continuing with Lyndy’s reading. When the book was done Lyndy sat with Lisa’s iPad and watched her favorite show Equus, Story of the Horse that had come out a couple years earlier. She loved watching the horses and listening to the story of how they came to Canada and about all the different kinds of horses in the world.

As dinner came closer the gate alarm chirped again and Casey glanced up to see the large burgundy pickup pulling up to the house.

“Lyndy, momma and poppa are here.” Casey called into the living room.

“GG save my place please” Lyndy asked and Jack took the iPad and shut everything down.

Lyndy wandered into the kitchen just as the door opened and Cass walked in carrying a weepy little boy.

“Oh what’s wrong ?” Lisa sang gently.

“He’s cutting a second molar, he’s miserable, you have one of those big frozen teething rings on the freezer door Lisa ?”

“Sure do, a couple actually, here you go TJ” Lisa crooned offering the ring by placing it gently agains TJ’s hand. He took it instantly and Lisa watched it go straight into his mouth.

“Let me take him Cass” Lisa said sitting down.

“Here TJ, go to Grandma and momma will get some medicine.” Cass said after kissing his head gently and walking over to the corner cabinet to extract a bottle of liquid Tylenol.

“What’s wrong with TJ momma ?”

“New tooth sweetheart, he’ll be fine” Cass said measuring out a dose and handing it to Casey. She leaned over a second later and wrapped her arms around Lyndy lifting her onto her lap as she sat.

“Georgie took me riding.”

“I’m so glad sweetheart, how’s Spackle ?”

“Perfect.”

“There’s my favorite girl” Caleb said walking in.

Lyndy broke free and ran over to get scooped up by Caleb who peppered her with kisses making her giggle.

“I saw the house today Poppa.”

“Did you see your room ?”

Lyndy nodded and smiled “did you buy horses ?”

“We did buy a few promising quarters.”

“Oh boy, I love new horses.”

“I know but you remember the rules ?”

“No going near the new horses until you say so.”

“Good girl.”

“What news of the move Caleb ?”

“Picking up the truck Friday at 5:00 Tim, we’ll move Saturday, all hands on deck and move in. We’ll move and install the appliances Wednesday.”

“Outstanding, I can’t believe that’s finally ending.” Lisa said.

“Me too, I want to live at Heartland in my new room.” Lyndy said smiling.

“We’ve all been waiting for that sweetheart” Jack said coming in.

He leaned over and kissed TJ. Cassandra stood to hug him which always took him back and made him smile. She amazed him, her love for Lyndy was without bounds and she poured love on her children. Amy and Ty had chosen these two well. Caleb and Lyndy were also a loving couple and Lyndy though Caleb walked on water.

Wednesday morning Caleb rode up to the barn where he saw Jack, Tim and the transport waiting.

“Sorry, I had to drop Lyndy and TJ’s still suffering with that tooth.”

“It’s fine Caleb, I was just going to go up and pull the French doors.”

“Stay Tim, I’ll do it, you two should stay.”

“I’m fine Caleb.”

“I can’t see that Tim, sorry, I’ve got it, you help down here.”

“Let it go Tim, you don’t have anything to prove.” Jacks said softly.

“Go ahead Caleb, thanks.”

Caleb nodded and headed upstairs. He took a deep breath before looking over, it had all been cleaned but he couldn’t see it that way.

Jack’s mind floated back to that day as he waited. They’d never really know what happened. They had an idea but no proof and no solid evidence of anything. After the loft had been ransacked apparently Ty became involved in something he never should have handled on his own.

Ty was found by Jim and his deputy, he was shot twice in the stomach and lay alongside his truck on an isolated road just past a cutoff bridge Lou had directed him to. He didn’t last long enough for the ambulance to arrive and was pronounced DOA after 5 minutes. His last word, the only one he uttered was “Amy.” Jim had no idea when Ty had been shot but it took him about thirty minutes to reach the spot from when the call came in.

Jack answered the house phone and listened to Jim before heading into the bedroom and grabbing his rifle.

He ran out onto the porch and saw Ty’s truck that Amy had taken to the supermarket parked by the barn and ran towards it. Lisa ran out of the house then followed by Lou who held Lyndy.

“Stay with Lyndy Lou” Lisa called back following behind Jack. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard Jack’s cry of anguish and turned as Jim’s Sheriff car sped down the road with sirens and lights flashing and pulling up to the barn. He asked Lisa to strand back and turned gun raised to the staircase up to the loft where he saw Jack sitting, both hands bloody.

Jim rushed past him and found what Jack had found. Amy lay next to the dining room table, her head in a pool of blood and lifeless. It looked as if she had been struck on the right side of her face and knocked down with her head smacking against the oak table on the way to the ground.

20 minutes later both scenes, by the bridge and the entire ranch was closed as a crime scene. Jim immediately called the RCMP as his department did not have the resources to handle a double murder. It took weeks to come close to any kind of spotty story line. They knew about the pouch from Mongolia and the flash drive. Both Ty and Amy’s computers were gone as was their phones and the back up hard drive they had. Although the perpetrator had attempted to erase their cloud accounts the RCMP was able to get Ty’s phone records and a copy of the file of names and numbers that they discovered.

The phone that the perpetrator apparently used was a throw away purchased for cash. They traced what names they could from the list and passed what they couldn’t to several international agencies. As near as they could discover they knew who probably was responsible. The same poacher or gang of poachers Ty had dealt with in Mongolia. Unfortunately the Mongolian authorities proved useless. The suspect Daniel Schurer a German national who had been living in Mongolia for years was untouchable. He claimed he had never left Mongolia and there was no record of him doing it. Further, he had several witnesses who could swear to his being in the Gobi at the exact time the attacks were taking place in Canada. Everyone on the list claimed ignorance and had no idea why they were part of it. Although several names showed up as names to watch or some that were known to several international animal protection services as traders they could piece nothing solid together and there was no physical evidence. They had found two abandoned trucks just out of town a couple days after, they had been stolen in Vancouver and the plates from Calgary Int’l airport. Both vehicles were freshly washed and cleaned, there were no useable fingerprints.

Caleb and Cassandra had immediately stepped forward to care for Lyndy in the sad days that followed. The family was lost and bereft of spirit. Over time as all things do they moved on. Emptied the loft and did what they could to stand with Caleb and Cass. Scott stepped up and made Cass a partner, accruing to her the time Ty spent and that she spent filling in for him. It was the least he could do. It took over a year for the insurance companies to pay out the life insurance policies as they needed written guarantees from police authorities that Ty or Amy weren’t privy to the crime. Ty and Amy’s assets were written over in Lyndy’s name and the insurance policy money directed to Cass and Caleb. They set up a college fund and when Jack informed them that he planned on Lyndy having the land originally promised to Amy and Ty, the O’dells decided that rather than buy a ranch over time they would build on the land and join Heartland.

Cass announced she was pregnant at Lyndy’s third birthday party and when born they named their son Tyler Jackson, TJ in memory of their friend. Amy had always wanted to name a son Jackson.

Caleb and Jack started a stock company and began trading in horses to make up for the work Amy would do. Georgie did what she could to help but started at UC soon after.

They sat to a large family dinner in the new home on Sunday evening. Casey and Lisa had helped Cass prepare. As they all sat Caleb looked out over the family and begged for quiet. He then asked for a moment of silent reflection for friends and loved ones before grabbing the platter of chicken and passing it around.

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verysaladobservation · 1 year ago

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Transforming Your Outdoor Spaces with Front Porch Contractors and Deck Remodeling

The exterior plays a significant role when creating an inviting and visually appealing home. Porches and decks are:

Extensions of our living spaces.

Providing a perfect setting for relaxation.

Entertainment.

Connecting with nature.

However, it's time to transform if your front porch or deck needs to be more cohesive and exciting. This article will explore how front porch contractors and deck remodeling can turn your outdoor spaces from lackluster to fabulous. Discover the possibilities and learn how to enhance curb appeal with stunning porches and decks.

Assessing the Current State

Before embarking on any transformation, it's crucial to assess the current state of your front porch and deck. Please closely examine their condition, evaluating any damages, wear, tear, or functional limitations. Identify areas that need improvement or remodeling, whether replacing worn-out materials, repairing structural issues, or expanding the size to accommodate your needs. Understanding the specific requirements and limitations of your existing porch or deck will help you formulate a clear vision for the transformation process.

Design and Style Considerations

The design and style of your front porch and deck play a pivotal role in creating a cohesive and visually appealing exterior. Consider the architectural style of your home and aim to match the design elements to maintain a harmonious look. Explore various design styles, such as modern, rustic, or coastal, and envision how they complement your home's overall aesthetic. Integrate features that reflect your taste and enhance the ambiance you desire for your outdoor space. From traditional to contemporary, the possibilities are vast.

Front Porch Contractor Services

When it comes to transforming your front porch, enlisting the services of a professional front porch contractor can make a significant difference. Front porch contractors possess the expertise and experience to bring your vision to life. They offer various services, including repairs, renovations, and additions, ensuring your porch transformation is handled precisely and carefully. Working with a reputable contractor will provide access to their knowledge of design trends, best practices, and high-quality materials, resulting in a finished product that exceeds your expectations.

Deck Remodeling Ideas

Decks provide a versatile space for outdoor activities and relaxation. While you are deck remodeling, consider various ideas to maximize its functionality and aesthetic appeal. Incorporate seating areas, dining spaces, or outdoor kitchens to create zones that cater to different activities. Install lighting fixtures to create a welcoming ambiance and ensure safety during evening hours. Incorporate features such as pergolas, awnings, or screens, which offer shade, privacy, and protection from various weather conditions. Additionally, explore different decking options such as wood, composite, or PVC, selecting durable, low-maintenance, and visually pleasing materials.

Repairs and Maintenance

Before diving into a complete remodel, addressing any necessary repairs and establishing a regular maintenance routine for your porch and deck is essential. Repair any structural issues or damages, ensuring the safety and longevity of your outdoor spaces. Replace worn-out or damaged materials with high-quality alternatives, such as rotting boards or loose handrails. Establishing a maintenance routine, including cleaning, sealing, and inspecting for potential issues, will help preserve the beauty and functionality of your porch and deck over time. Regular upkeep will prevent minor problems from escalating into more significant repairs, saving you time and money in the long run.

Upgrading Materials and Finishes

Upgrading materials and finishes can drastically enhance the appearance of your porch and deck. Consider durable and weather-resistant materials to ensure longevity and minimize the need for frequent replacements. Choose from various decking options, such as natural wood, composite materials, or PVC, each offering distinct advantages regarding aesthetics and maintenance requirements. Select high-quality finishes and coatings that protect the surfaces and contribute to the overall visual appeal. The right combination of materials and finishes will elevate your porch and deck to a new level of elegance and durability.

Adding Functional Elements

Incorporate functional elements that enhance usability and enjoyment to fabulous your porch and deck. Create distinct seating areas for lounging or dining, using comfortable furniture and cushions that reflect your style. Consider integrating outdoor kitchens with grills, countertops, and storage to elevate your entertaining capabilities. Install lighting fixtures strategically to create a warm and inviting atmosphere while ensuring safety during nighttime use. Enhance the functionality and comfort of your outdoor spaces by adding pergolas, awnings, or screens that provide shade, privacy, and protection from the elements. These elements will transform your porch and deck and optimize its usability throughout the year.

Greenery and Landscaping

Integrating greenery and landscaping elements can breathe life into your porch and deck, creating a visually stunning and harmonious outdoor oasis. Incorporate plants, flowers, and greenery that thrive in your climate and complement the overall design aesthetic. Use containers, hanging baskets, or vertical gardens to add greenery even with limited space. Consider low-maintenance options for those with busy schedules, opting for plants that require minimal care but still offer beauty and color throughout the seasons. Combine the natural beauty of your landscaping with your porch and deck design, creating a cohesive and inviting atmosphere that beckons you and your guests outdoors.

Personalization and Decor

Personalize your porch and deck with decor and accessories that reflect your style and create a welcoming ambiance. Select furniture, cushions, and textiles that provide comfort and add a touch of personality and color. Incorporate accessories such as rugs, throw pillows, and outdoor artwork to create focal points and tie the design together. Select a color palette that harmonizes with the environment and fosters a unified and cohesive aesthetic. Whether your style is modern, bohemian, or traditional, adding personal touches through decor will transform your porch and deck into a space that feels like an extension of your home.

Hiring Professionals vs. DIY

Deciding whether to hire professionals or undertake the transformation as a DIY project. While DIY projects can be rewarding, they require time, skill, and expertise. Large-scale transformations involving structural changes or complex designs are best left to experienced professionals, ensuring the highest quality and adherence to building codes. However, smaller-scale improvements or additions, such as adding decor or performing basic maintenance, can be suitable for DIY enthusiasts. Assess the scope of your project, your skill level, and the time you can commit before deciding which route to take. Hiring professionals guarantees expertise, efficiency, and a stress-free renovation experience.

Budgeting and Planning

Establish a realistic budget and plan accordingly before embarking on your porch and deck transformation. Research the costs of materials, labor, and any additional features you desire. Consult with front porch contractors to obtain accurate quotes and assess the financial feasibility of your project. Create a timeline and project plan to ensure a smooth renovation process, considering any specific considerations or limitations. By budgeting and planning ahead, you can navigate the transformation process.

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livingcorner · 3 years ago

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How to Fix a Leaking Outdoor Faucet

Disclosure: this post may contain affiliate links, which means I may make a commission if you decide to make a purchase through one of my links, at no cost to you.

So we’re going to call this technically a tutorial, but in all honesty, fixing my dripping outdoor faucet was one of those figure-it-out as you go things. And whenever I post about something like this, I feel like it’s only fair to remind you guys that I am not a professional contractor or have a lot of clues on what I’m doing before I start trying to fix something in my house. And that’s also why I often screw up a couple of times before I finally figure out how to resolve the issue long-term. Got it? Good. But anyway, my outdoor faucet no longer leaks or wastes water, and I can finally put my laundry room back together!

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Remember how I made over my little laundry room last winter? Well, what I didn’t mention — and actually forgot about until spring — was that the outdoor faucet that sits directly on the other side of the back wall was dripping and had been turned off all winter. For obvious reasons, I had postponed this fix until the weather started to warm up, but in my haste to meet a makeover deadline, I forgot all about how quickly I would need to take the new plywood counter back out of the laundry room so I could get access to the shutoff valve behind the dryer. Sigh. Two steps forward…

Gaining access to turn the shutoff valve on and off proved to be… a bit cramped. To take the counter out, I would need to also remove the mirror on the right side. I would also need to remove the items on the counter, remove the antique washboard, and move the dryer back out of its neatly tucked-in spot. So, I basically had to deal with an unkempt, disorganized room again until I finally fixed the faucet. But, man — I got a brief taste of that sweet, sweet organized laundry room life — and I really wanted it back.

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The main problem with fixing a leaky faucet like this is that it looks pretty intimidating. The faucet is clearly old and weathered, not to mention is directly embedded right into the stonework on the front entry porch. With every turn of the handle, water was leaking directly out of the valve, and I could never seem to tighten it enough before it would slip and the connection would be leaking again (you know when you’re turning a faucet to tighten it closed, and then it slips, and then you try to tighten it again? That.). When the hose was attached, most of the leak could be somewhat contained, but I also knew that this was wasting a lot of water. And I really, really didn’t want to have to solder on a whole new faucet, so I started researching what the likely problem could be.

I was hoping this would be quick and easy, and most videos I found online (like this one) suggested it could be as quick as needing to tighten the packing nut with some locking pliers (the chunky hexagonal part) or switching out a worn washer that was causing the slippage. But after trying to tighten things down, the leak remained.

According to the videos, that meant the next least-expensive fix was to try to replace the washer. To do that, I would have to turn the water off, and that’s where I started to get frustrated. The simple math is that there are only so many times a gal can mash her boobs and contort herself between a dryer and a wall until she starts to lose her patience — especially when you think you’ve removed the right part only to realize that you basically just mashed and removed a different part of the faucet components (or if you’re a vocabulary nerd, the “hose bibb”). What I thought was a washer just wound up being another worn, rubbery part of the existing faucet. Womp, womp.

Another challenge with a “simple” fix like this is that there aren’t a lot of laymen’s terms involved with trying to find the correct replacement parts. The washers are in a totally different part of the store (or at least, in the stores near me) than the section where you’d find new outdoor faucets, so I wasn’t sure if I was buying the right thing or not. And you can go to a store all confident, telling yourself “ok, 1/2-inch washer, looks black and rubbery, I totally got this” and still find yourself staring at an entire display of lookalike washers like a deer in the headlights. And that’s when your doubt starts to creep in.

Could the new ones be a different color these days? The one I’m trying to replace is like 30 years old; perhaps there’s a new standard and it looks totally different? Why can’t I find a nice variety pack like there are for wire nuts? Argggg, I’m out of here.

It’s also how a project that’s supposed to be easy can be undone as quickly as your confidence, and gets delayed with another two months of chaos in your laundry room.

In the end, I went back to the store and just bought an entirely new outdoor faucet that looked pretty much like (albeit, much shinier) the one I was trying to fix. When the difference is between the $2 bag of washers you aren’t sure is going to work versus the $6 faucet that you can take apart and just replace the entire valve stem, you go with what seems to be the path of least resistance. Plus, I figured that even if I did fix the washer issue, there was still a chance I would have leaks with having removed the wrong thing beforehand (so take that lesson from me: you could save a few bucks by not making a simple fix more complicated).

So, that’s what I did; I took home a new faucet and took apart the valve’s “stem” components from the section on the bottom (since that was already attached to the stone facade, I didn’t need that). To loosen the one on the faucet, it was suggested I try some acetone to clean the gunk (I used nail polish remover) and yank it off with locking pliers. That thing was really on there, and I was bleeding from my knuckle, but eventually, it finally popped off.

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The new version came with all of the washers it already needed, and since it was the same size (1/2″), it went right into the old pipe without needing further modification. A quick turn in the laundry room to let the water flow once more, and voila! No leaks!

Now, I just need to put the laundry room back together again, and we can call this home repair project complete!

Sarah

Hey there! I’m Sarah. My favorite things: 1) tearing my house apart and 2) putting it back together again. I occasionally talk about other things, like life and food and travel, but it’s mostly my obsession with DIY and power tools that you’ll find here!

Got a DIY question? Tag me on Instagram @uglyducklingDIY or use the hashtag #uglyducklinghouse to show off your projects!

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edourado · 7 years ago

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My first 2018 fic is for @allmyfuckingobsessions ( @missherowndreams ), who loved the promotional picture of Frank as a construction worker, way back before TPS aired.

Lovely, you sent me this prompt in April 2017, and I know I took this ridiculous ammount of time to deliver, it, and I’m sorry. I just now found a shred of inspiration for it. I hope you like it. Happy new year. You’re amazing.

So here it is, everyone. A lil kastle au, have some fluff and a bit of smut on the first day of the year.

Happy 2018, guys.

Karen Page, Bulletin reporter, has a new thing going on with Frank Castle, licensed contractor. It’s different, it’s exciting, it’s new.

She’s used to catcalls. Not to be conceited, but Karen has been putting up with them in a near daily basis since she was eleven or twelve years old. At 28, it became part of the background noise.

Except when it’s that voice.

“Hey, beautiful”, she hears while walking down the street from a nice hotel in Brooklyn, and she would have kept walking, but she knew that voice. His voice. It had whispered tales in her ear just two nights ago, a ‘good morning’ against her face yesterday, praises of her beauty in her shower, a ‘see you later’ when he kissed her in his car, dropping her off at work.

Turning around, Karen looked at the construction site, a thing she usually avoided.

“Hi”, she said, smiling at the man in a plaid shirt, jeans, boots, heavy duty gloves and a yellow safety helmet. Frank.

She had met Frank Castle almost two months ago, in a hotel, this one in Manhattan. She was there to interview a Senator about his gun control policy and the benefit he was holding to raise money for the families of the dead and injured in the most recent mass shooting. Frank had greeted her when she stepped off the elevator.

He was an interesting man, Frank. Army veteran, divorced, two kids, now a licensed contractor who sometimes consulted for a private military company and volunteered in helping rehabilitate war veterans struggling with PTSD.

He was there doing security for the Senator, filling in for his friend Billy Russo, owner of Anvil.

Frank had introduced himself, shaking her hand firmly (“Miss Page. Frank Castle, Anvil. Pleasure.”) and they had a little flirt while walking down the corridor to the suite. After her interview was done, he had accompanied her downstairs and they talked about the irony of an anti-gun politician with a security detail from a private military firm being interviewed by a reporter with a concealed carry permit. He complimented her on her choice of weapon while giving her her gun back, tugged on his tie and insisted on walking her outside.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Castle”, she had said when he opened the cab door for her, and he had nodded his head once, a small, tiny smirk, staring at her while saying “Likewise, Miss Page.”

They met again through David Lieberman, the NSA analyst that found himself with a metaphorical bomb in his hands. She had been invited to his house to talk about the video he had sent her, and there Frank was, fixing the headlight of a car, two girls sitting there with him.

As it turned out, David and Frank were once-associate-now-friends, their kids went to the same school. Castle was there dropping his daughter off for a sleepover, and ended up fixing Mrs. Lieberman broken light.

“Miss Page”, he had greeted, as surprised to see her as she was to see him.

He ended up sitting in on her conversation with David, offering an insider’s view on army tactics and how illegal operations usually run. Later, he had taken her for coffee, to maybe help her with the best way to run the story without making any unfounded accusations and end up with a target on her back.

Coffee had turned into another coffee, and then another, then dinner and a stroll, another dinner, another stroll, and then he was coming up for yet another cup of coffee, they were making out on her couch, having sex on the floor because her bedroom was too far away and this was delicious, crazy good.

They had had morning sex the next day, and lunch break sex and after work sex, and a few more rounds during the night, two days ago, and he had dropped her off at work, kissing her soundly before driving away, because he had the kids that day, and then, today, she was busy with the interview and he had to work and there was a chance the kids would sleep over at his place and spend the weekend, so they probably would not see each other until next week.

But now here he stood, looking at her from under that bright helmet, and she stood there in the sidewalk looking back.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, turning and taking a step closer to him, smiling at that look in his face.

“Working”, he replied, motioning to the house behind him. “Full renovation. You?”

“I had that interview with Ward Meachum. Remember I told you about it?”

His smile was slow and she felt her cheeks heating up, because she had told him about it while they were naked in her bed, making plans of when they would be able to see each other again.

“For the, uh… Danny Rand profile”, he confirmed, smirking, taking his helment off, looking so damn good in his work clothes.

“The very same.”

“I keep bumping into you”, he said, reaching his hand to her, and she took it, letting him pull her to him.

“You know what they say about reporters”, she joked while he planted a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth. “It’s kinda hard to shake us.”

“Not what I’m trying to do at all”, he said before kissing her softly, not like he had kissed her when they were alone, but she felt her body reacting to it nonetheless.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance when the walkie on his belt made itself present, someone calling him.

“Boss?” said the voice.

“Hold on”, he whispered to her, taking the thing in his hand. “Yeah?”

She watched as he talked to some guy, about some leak they had found in the basement.

“Do you have to go back to the office?” he asked after he was done with the conversation.

She breathed against him, hand on his arm, the fabric of his shirt under her palm.

“Um…” she started, because she did have to, she had to transcribe the interview and start on the article layout. “Depends”, is what she said instead. “How long are you gonna be here?”

With a conspiratory expression, he took his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen.

“It’s almost four. I need to check out this leaking, and then patch up a wall. Think you can wait an hour, maybe a bit more?”

“Is there wi-fi? And an outlet for my computer?”

He nodded once.

“We got plenty of outlets. No wi-fi, though.”

Chewing on the inside of her lip, she looked at him and blinked. She did need to work. But she supposed she could call Ellison later and tell him the interview went longer than she thought. She didn’t need wifi to write, and she could upload the draft when she got home.

While she thought, he leaned in again, touching his forehead to hers.

“Stay, please.”

Such a low blow.

“Ok”, she found herself saying. “Alright but I do need to work a bit.”

“No problem”, he said after planting a kiss on her, and she smiled.

Frank pulled her by the hand, up the porch stairs and through the front door.

This house was beautiful. Large and spacious, no furniture, all the lights on, it had plastic on the floors and the painting wasn’t finished on the walls.

“It’s brand new”, Frank told her while they climbed the stairs to the second story. “Owner just bought it, but wants a lot of changes done. So here we are.”

He took her to the master bedroom, with it’s huge balcony doors wide open, letting a pleasant afternoon breeze in, and guided her to a small desk full of papers and blueprints and a half empty cup of coffee.

“I was supposed to meet with the interior designer today, but she just called to cancel, so it’s all yours.”

He shuffled some papers around while she walked around the table to set her purse on the back of the chair.

“Do you want coffee? I can send someone to get it for you.”

“Oh no”, she declined. “I don’t want to be on the way.”

“You’re not on the way at all. Caramel latte?”

She smiled at the fact that he remembered, and nodded.

He sent someone to get coffee for everyone and included her order among them. While she sat there on working - construction noises all around her -, two guys or three came in and pretended to be looking for Frank, but she knew they were just trying to take a look at the boss’s new girlfriend.

He was never gone too long. She had her earbuds on, connected to her recorder, transcribing the conversation with Ward Meachum, but she watched as he walked in and out, focused on his work, stopping here and there to collect a kiss from her.

She finished with the writing quick enough, and decided to take a look around when yet another guy, young, walked in and offered her another coffee. She got up and walked with him downstairs.

“I was in Afghanistan”, he told her. “Frank got me this job, and my dog.”

She looked at him.

“He got you a dog?”

“Oh yeah. A rescue. She’s trained, y’know, for vets. It’s been kinda tough, I’ve been having some issues, but she’s a lot of help. I’m real grateful for her. And, y’know, this.”

She smiled and talked to him some more while he installed the lights in the kitchen.

The hour Frank promised had come and gone, but she did some rounds, talking to people, finding out the the majority of the men that worked for Frank were war veterans.

“There you are”, he said a while later, walking to her and Donny, the kid working on the hole in the ground where the pool would go. “Been looking for you.”

“I’m just making conversation”, she said, smiling down at Donny, who smiled up at her.

“She’s nice, boss. You should bring her over everyday.”

“Yeah, don’t count on it, kid”, Frank replied, placing a hand on the small of her back, guiding her away from the pool site. “I’m sorry it’s taking longer than I said”, he said just for her. “This leak was gonna be a problem, I needed to fix it.”

“It’s ok”, she said, because she was glad she had stayed. Talking to his men was almost like profiling him, and he was a subject she didn’t mind having.

“I really am nearly done, now. Just have to close it, then we can go.”

“Alright. But, um… Don’t you have the kids today?”

“Nah”, he said. “Frankie has a test tomorrow, and Lis has a birthday party, one of her friends. I’ll get them next week.”

He asked her for another half hour and she said it was ok, going back upstairs to call Ellison and pretend she had just gotten out of the interview.

“Yes, I’ll transcribe it and upload it as soon as I get home. You can have a look.”

“Right”, said her boss on the other side of the line. “When are you meeting Rand?”

“Monday”, she said, walking to the big balcony that overlooked the bay. “I’ll meet him in his office and then we’ll go to one of the factories.”

“Tell me it’s the one in Long Island.”

Her editor talked and she listened, but her eyes followed Frank around. He was in the backyard, below the balcony she now stood on, holding a sledgehammer, and she got distracted, for a second.

He did look very good, dressed like that. Come to think of it, he looked good in every single thing he had worn around her so far. From the suit he had when she met him and he was representing Anvil to this construction site attire, she liked him in every outfit. Including the ‘no clothes’ look, his naked form lying in her bed. That was a good one, too.

“I have my kids’ recital tomorrow”, Ellison was saying. “But send it to my email, I’ll take a look.”

“You got it, boss.”

Hanging up, she looked at him for a while longer, watching as he removed that yellow helmet and ran a hand over his hair, that sledgehammer leaning on his leg.

He was telling the men that they could go for the day when she walked back inside the master bedroom to collect her own stuff.

She was saving her work and turning her computer off when he walked in, telling her that they could go.

“So”, he started, turning to her once they were inside his car. “My place?”

She smiled and nodded, that giddiness that had been simmering since they met earlier flaring up, making her want to squirm in her seat.

“I’ve never been there.”

With a chuckle, he turned the car on. “Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up. Yours is much nicer.”

She kissed him while he drove, and he made her yelp by swerving sharply after she refused to lean off him and sit back. She laughed and he put his hand on her thigh, intertwining their fingers together when she picked his hand up.

“Ok. I’m warning you now. The place is a mess. Lisa didn’t organize her room, and her mother says I can’t do it for her, she has to learn responsibility and shit. So, be warned.”

“Ok”, she laughed while he opened the door of the building.

“There are toys everywhere. And ballet shoes, and books. Also the dog’s stuff, but that’s on me.”

He had refused to really, really kiss her, saying he smelled bad, that he was all dirty and whatnot, but he did put an arm around her while they waited for the elevator, didn’t say anything when she lifted a hand and placed it on his chest, opening up to his kiss, stepping further into him, realizing she had missed him against her more than she thought.

His dog, Max, came to greet them the moment they stepped through the door, while he slid his tongue on that spot she liked and she sighed to it.

The dog whined and tried to wedge himself between them, and Frank groaned, letting go just long enough to close and lock the door.

“This is Max”, he informed her.

He moved to take her purse and hang it on the hook by the door along with his own backpack, and while Karen handed it to him, the pitbull stared up at her curiously.

“Nice to meet you, Max.”

“Stay”, he told Max, pulling her by the hand towards, she assumed, his bedroom.

She was thinking that his definition of ‘a mess’ was different than hers - it wasn’t as bad as he had led her to believe - when, suddenly, they were in his bedroom and he was shutting the door to keep the dog out, pulling her to him one more time, kissing her with a little more urgency, and she was surrendering immediately, having a hell of a good time undressing him while he ran his hands over and under her clothes.

He was shirtless when he bent his knees and gripped the hem of her skirt in his hands, lifting it up quickly, pulling it over her head, startling her a bit.

While she blinked and slipped her shoes off, he lifted her shirt, a little less urgently, tossing it behind him and reaching behind her head, gathering her hair in his hand while pulling her to him, kissing her while she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans.

The bed was right there. All they had to do was take a few steps. He picked her up and put her legs around him, making her grip his shoulder and his neck, lifting his face to keep kissing her, moving further inside his bedroom.

She only realized he was not walking them to the bed when he opened the door to the small en suite bathroom, so distracted she was, kissing and feeling him up with hands and arms and legs.

“Where are we going?”

“I need a shower”, he breathed against her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip, and she decided she didn’t really care. He could tell her he was gonna bake a cake, she would be ok with it, as long as he kept kissing her like that.

With fast, talented fingers, he unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her, along with her underwear, and she went back to work on his pants while he opened a drawer and looked for something, probably a condom.

“Hmm, fuck”, he said against her face when he sank into her, and she sighed in ecstasy, feeling her skin raise in shivers, adjusting her legs to better accommodate him between them.

The sounds she let out echoed in the bathroom tiles, Karen lost count of how many times she shivered, skin erupting every time he changed paces, or ran his tongue on her neck, or grunted and tightened his grip on her.

She was slick with sweat when he tugged her closer to him, locking her right leg around his waist, other hand running from her hair, caressing her face once before dipping down, closing around a breast for a few seconds and then slipping further down, down, and she whined, rolling her hips against him, shock waves of pleasure shooting though her, crying inside his kiss, breathing deep, shit, he was so good so good so good. He was sweating, and her hand slipped on his back while she tried to hold on to him, causing her nails to scratch a path from his shoulder down to his waist when she tried to firm her grip.

He liked that, apparently, because he grunted and buried his face in her neck, moving faster, and she opened her mouth in a scream that didn’t come, surprised, there’s no way he would get her there again so soon after the first-

He did. Once and then twice, and she tried to hold on to him, her hands kept slipping without her meaning them to, he moved moved moved so good, sharp and hard, and she kissed him, moved with him, breathed against him, Frank-

“Frank”, she cried against his face, an arm around his shoulder, her hand gripping the short strands of his hair, and he kissed her one more time, his rhythm faltering, hands tight on her, all hard muscles and slippery skin, she felt him shudder, slid her tongue around his, trying to breathe in and out, almost relieved when he slowed down, down, and then stopped.

She felt like she had just spent hours pushing herself at the gym, her muscles aching, her breathing labored, sweating enough to soak her hair.

The gym never left her feeling so good, though.

“Hmm”, she half sighed, half moaned as she kissed him. “Wow.”

She watched as he smiled, leaning in when she touched his face, kissing her palm, running his hand up and down her back.

“Can’t believe how much I missed you”, he said, voice lazy and satisfied.

“Good thing I walked past your site, huh?”

He hummed his agreement and leaned in for another kiss. “How about that shower?”

.:.

The initial plan had been going out to eat something. But he kept kissing her and tackling her back down on his bed every time she tried to get up.

She agreed with ordering in, and ran her pocket hair brush over her hair as it air dried while he got up to call his usual restaurant and fill Max’s food and water bowls.

The dog trailed to her while he was on the phone.

“Hi, buddy”, she greeted, carefully reaching out a hand to try and pet him.

He seemed docile enough, but she knew pitbulls had a certain reputation for being violent.

Well, if Max is any indication, they were just big sweet puppies. The dog’s eyes almost closed all the way when she rubbed his ear, his tail wagging sweetly and happily.

When Frank walked back in, Max was sprawled over her legs and hid his face on the crook of her knee when he saw him.

“Look at this little shit”, Frank said, affectionately but with a hint of reprimand, sitting by her side. “What do you think you’re doing, man?”

Max kept his face hidden from him, and didn’t move.

“He’s not allowed on the bed”, he informed her. “Come on, buddy, get down.”

The dog whined and Karen laughed, giddy, watching him prying his dog off her, chest bare, wearing a pair of sweatpants, fresh from their shower together, a few red lines her nails dug in his skin making her want to kiss him again.

She was glad to see he seemed to be experiencing the same things. After Max was on the ground, he moved back towards her, kneeling on his mattress, and pulled on her legs, climbing on top of her, kissing her slowly, arms crowding her under him, lips soft on her own, her face, her neck, nibbling on her ear, kissing her cheek again, making his way back to her mouth.

“Food’s on the way.”

“Alright.” Looking up at him, hands pushing his hair away from his face, she remembered how she had felt so attracted to him that first time, when he was wearing a suit and tie. His contractor clothes don’t come too far behind, though. “I liked seeing you at work today.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your men all like you a lot.”

“You talked to them, huh?”

“A few.”

His eyes traveled around her face, humor and care on his expression.

“Are they all vets?”

He drew a breath, dropping a long kiss to her temple.

“Most. Some are army kids, their parents were killed in combat.”

“And you give them jobs”, she said, to keep him talking.

“When I can. I do my best to keep them out of trouble, occupied. Some of them need someone to keep them going to group. I do what I can to help.”

She smiled, running her feet on his legs.

“I love that you do that.”

One more time, he dropped to kiss her, long, slow, tongue sliding lazy against hers.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

It was a Saturday, but she had heard him and some of the men talking about a ‘tomorrow’.

“For a few hours, yeah.”

“Can I go with you?” She asked, because she wanted to watch him work again, in his plaid shirt and that ridiculous yellow hat that didn’t look ridiculous on him.

Frank raised his brows.

“You want to?”

Karen nodded.

“Sure, I’ll take you. It’ll be boring, though.”

“Will it?” She asked, mocking. “Watching a bunch of men sweating through their shirts, knocking stuff down and building stuff up? Sounds like a nice day to me.”

She let out a startled yell when he pinched her thigh, laughing, squirming under him.

“Ok, ok”, she conceded. “I’ll just watch you.”

.:.

Saturday morning found Karen sitting on a long chair in the shade, in someone else’s unfinished backyard, wearing her own yellow safety helmet, watching as Frank sawed a piece of wood, sweating, focused, a frown in his face.

She got up from her chair when the piece he was working on split in half.

“I’m gonna run to the coffee shop and get some refreshers for everybody”, she told him, mouth on his ear, purring when he put one arm around her waist, almost mad at herself for being such a cliché and finding this whole thing so sexy. So she better occupy herself and get drinks for everybody. It was a hot day, hotter than the previous one. “You want anything?”

“Whatever you’re having”, he said, returning her kiss and winking at her.

The men thanked her and made her laugh by calling her a goddess or an angel, two of them telling her they were in love with her, one of them proposing, going as far as dropping to one knee.

“Get up”, Frank told him, smacking him on the back of his head, making the others laugh.

After lunch, she had to go and meet Danny Rand, for the damn profile, and shadow him for the afternoon.

Frank was waiting for her outside her office when she left, Max with him, asking if she would let them walk her home.

Karen fell asleep with him by her side and his dog under her couch. They had a breakfast date the next morning, and he would probably wake up Monday morning by her side, too. But then, by lunch, he had the kids again, and he would call after dropping them at their mother again.

It was more complicated than her usual relationships. She had never dated a dad before, or a divorced man.

Then again. She had never felt this strongly, this fast, for anyone.

It was new, for both of them. It was good, for both of them.

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Mobile Home Demolition Demolition is the fastest and most inexpensive way to remove a mobile home. It typically costs between $4,000 - $5,000 to demolish your mobile home. However, several things will affect this price. Factors affecting mobile home demolition cost include: ● where you live ● the size of your mobile home ● the contents/weight of the home ● the home's accessibility For example, if your mobile home has a shingle roof, it will require extra labor and will cost more in disposal fees. Not only that, but the size of your mobile home and where it is located are two more huge factors in price. Likewise, if your mobile home is full of belongings, it will cost even more.

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Deconstruction may be an option if the home is in decent structural health. It is more expensive and time-consuming than traditional demolition, but it is much easier on the environment and can actually pay off if there are enough salvageable materials.

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Relocation is not an option for every mobile home. It's quite an expensive process, significantly more than demolition reaching upwards of $7,000.

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For purposes of this discussion, we’ll consider anything less than 21 feet a small RV. These can be towable campers or small Class C motorhomes. You’ll find the price for having a small RV detailed to range from $100 – $200.

Detailing Medium Motorhome

A medium RV ranges from 21 feet to 27 feet. They can be pull-behind campers as well as Class C motorhomes. These are the RVs that people buy when they want to ensure that they can camp at most state and national parks. As we mentioned earlier, expect to pay between $200 and $350 to have this size RV detailed.

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A large RV is 28 feet to 39 feet in length. Large Class A motorhomes, and towable campers can all fall within this size range.You’ll end up paying somewhere between $300 to $400 to have this size Motorhome detailed.

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I have problems with my motorhome. Who can I turn to?

When you buy a mobile home from an IRM retailer, the latter will sign a contract of sale with you setting out the general conditions governing the sale and the warranty. Only the warranty conditions will apply to your mobile home. For any after-sales service problems, the retailer with which you signed your contract will be your sole contact. It will have the task of examining your after-sales service request, assessing the nature and cause of your problem, ordering any spare parts if necessary (retailers often have permanent stocks) and repairing your mobile home.

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Can I add air-conditioning to my motorhome?

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What happens if my motor home is damaged while I’m away?

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The warranty applicable to your mobile home is generally 2 years (provided that the conditions for stabilization and use have been respected), while the structure itself is covered for 3 years (roof, walls and floor). At any rate technical defects will come to light from the first month of use.

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IRM’s after-sales service will suggest some fabrics, seats and curtains to make your mobile home look new again.

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When you’re removing your RV and motorhome, it can be hard to find a company to take on all the responsibilities. It’s hard to find a company that will remove items as big as RVs and motorhomes. Go WICHITA HAULING JUNK & MOVING is a licensed junk removal company and we supply junk removal of all sizes. No matter what size the item you want to get rid of is, we will find a way to remove it, including RVs and motorhomes. For all your junk removing needs, call us today

If WICHITA HAULING JUNK & MOVING can find a place for the Motor Home to be used as is, we absolutely will. But if it can't be used elsewhere or is not in stable enough condition to be moved ... we will dispose of it and or demolish it.

WICHITA HAULING JUNK & MOVING can dispose of old dilapidated Motor Homes, Fire Damaged Motor Homes, Storm Damaged Motor Homes, and more... ● WICHITA HAULING JUNK & MOVING will ● Remove Items from the Motor Home ● Remove the Motor Home ● Remove the Tie Down Straps ● Remove Additions ● Remove Porches ● Remove all leveling blocks & pads ● Remove propane tanks ● Remove unwanted out buildings ● Remove dead trees ● Remove Trash, garbage ● Mow the Property when all items are removed ● IN OTHER WORDS - Complete clean-up, your property!

How to Dispose of an Old Motorhome

Motorhome Removal Services near Wichita KS: For some people, a mobile home is a good housing option when the mobile home is new, but when it gets old and no one wants to live in it any more, mobile home disposal can be a real challenge. Too big to just throw away and usually not worth rehabbing, it may sit abandoned until someone comes along and buys the lot it sits on. The new owner may have to try several approaches to make it go away. ● Step 1 Call metal scrapyards to find out if you can sell it for scrap, or even give it away for scrap. Mobile homes contain a good deal of steel and perhaps some aluminum and copper, and the frame and axles are made of steel. It may well be worth giving it away in exchange for having it hauled away. ● Step 2 Call car-crushing businesses, some of which are also scrap metal yards. One of them may take it for a fee. If not, ask if they know who might take it. ● Step 3 Dismantle it yourself or hire someone to do so; you will need to rent a contractor's waste bin to do this. As you dismantle it, pile the pieces in the bin until it's full, then call the company that owns the bin to haul it and its contents away. You will need to pay to rent the bin, and you will also need to pay a tipping fee for them to dump the debris at the landfill. Afterward, you will still need to get rid of the frame. ● Step 4 Call the fire department and ask them if they would like to use it as a practice building that they can deliberately burn down. This will only work if the mobile home is on an isolated lot, and some fire departments won't do it all. In any case, you will still need to get rid of any remaining metal and the frame. ● Step 5 Call a heavy equipment operator who can crush it to rubble with a front-end loader, then load it in a dump truck or contractor bin. Again, you will have to pay the tipping fee, as well as the heavy equipment operator. ● Step 6 Run a classified ad offering it as one of two things: a free hunting camp, if it is at all habitable for short periods. Or a storage shed. The taker will be responsible for hauling it away. ● Step 7 Sell or give the frame away for scrap metal. You may have to run a classified in the free column to do so. Once the rest of it is gone, the frame should be easier to dispose of as scrap metal.

No matter what size the item you want to get rid of is, we will find a way to remove it, including RVs and motorhomes. For all your junk removing needs, call us today.

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How to Remove Your Mobile Home and How Much It Costs

Motorhome Removal Services near Wichita KS: The cost to remove a mobile home will vary because there's more than one way to get the job done. In fact, there are multiple ways.

Mobile Home Deconstruction

Mobile Home Relocation

Relocation is not an option for every mobile home. It's quite an expensive process, significantly more than demolition reaching upwards of $7,000.

Cost of Motorhome Detailing According to Size

Motorhome Removal Services near Wichita KS: How much does Motorhome cost on average? The average RV is between 21 feet 27 feet in length. Getting it washed and waxed will cost between $150 – $200 Having the inside cleaned will cost between $50 – $150. This makes the average cost of having an RV completely detailed between $200 and $350. However, there is a list of things you need to consider before you take your RV to get detailed. The price will vary according to the size of your RV and you might save a lot of money by doing it yourself.

Here is a further look at what it costs to have an RV detailed by size.

Detailing Small Motorhome

Detailing Medium Motorhome

Large Motorhome

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

I have problems with my motorhome. Who can I turn to?

I’m looking for spare parts for older ranges. Who should I get in touch with?

Your WICHITA HAULING JUNK & MOVING dealer (see sales network). However, after 5 years, some parts (in particular furniture) may no longer be available. The suppliers of raw materials (e.g. wooden panels) sometimes stop producing them.

How do I make an after-sales service request?

The WICHITA HAULING JUNK & MOVING dealer must submit a written request for repairs, stating the circumstances with as much detail as possible to after-sales service.

How long does the after-sales service take?

I have a flat-roof mobile home and would like to convert it into a roof with two sloping sides. Is that possible?

Some craftsmen and independent companies offer that service. Your WICHITA HAULING JUNK & MOVING or dealer (see sales network) will give you information about this. However, the structure of flat-roof mobile homes was not originally designed for a sloping roof. IRM will not accept any liability for such a conversion or the deterioration to which it might lead. The company carrying out the conversion work shall be fully liable.

Can I add air-conditioning to my motorhome?

Air conditioning is OK.

Can I add roller blinds to my motorhome?

Following a request to your WICHITA HAULING JUNK & MOVING or dealer, the after-sales service will offer to sell you and install specific rollers blinds for the models in question.

What happens if my motor home is damaged while I’m away?

Depending on the cause, your insurer or the campsite insurer will bear the costs of the accident. Check whether the clauses of your mobile home insurance contract have been respected.

For how long is my motorhome covered by the IRM warranty?

I’d like to revamp the interior of my motorhome. Who can help me with this?

IRM’s after-sales service will suggest some fabrics, seats and curtains to make your mobile home look new again.

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Motorhome Removal Services near Lincoln NE: Your motorhome has been like a second home to you. You have taken it out for family camping trips or cross-country road trips. You have a lot of memories in your RV or motorhome. When it’s time to part from your RV or motorhome, you want it removed with care. Many places will gut it for parts without even thinking about the good times you had driving it around. For them, it’s all about money, but for you, you’re seeing precious memories being destroyed. To keep that from happening, you need Go LNK HAULING JUNK & MOVING!

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Licensed Junk Removal

When you’re removing your RV and motorhome, it can be hard to find a company to take on all the responsibilities. It’s hard to find a company that will remove items as big as RVs and motorhomes. Go LNK HAULING JUNK & MOVING is a licensed junk removal company and we supply junk removal of all sizes. No matter what size the item you want to get rid of is, we will find a way to remove it, including RVs and motorhomes. For all your junk removing needs, call us today

If LNK HAULING JUNK & MOVING can find a place for the Motor Home to be used as is, we absolutely will. But if it can't be used elsewhere or is not in stable enough condition to be moved ... we will dispose of it and or demolish it.

LNK HAULING JUNK & MOVING can dispose of old dilapidated Motor Homes, Fire Damaged Motor Homes, Storm Damaged Motor Homes, and more... ● LNK HAULING JUNK & MOVING will ● Remove Items from the Motor Home ● Remove the Motor Home ● Remove the Tie Down Straps ● Remove Additions ● Remove Porches ● Remove all leveling blocks & pads ● Remove propane tanks ● Remove unwanted out buildings ● Remove dead trees ● Remove Trash, garbage ● Mow the Property when all items are removed ● IN OTHER WORDS - Complete clean-up, your property!

How to Dispose of an Old Motorhome

Motorhome Removal Services near Lincoln NE: For some people, a mobile home is a good housing option when the mobile home is new, but when it gets old and no one wants to live in it any more, mobile home disposal can be a real challenge. Too big to just throw away and usually not worth rehabbing, it may sit abandoned until someone comes along and buys the lot it sits on. The new owner may have to try several approaches to make it go away. ● Step 1 Call metal scrapyards to find out if you can sell it for scrap, or even give it away for scrap. Mobile homes contain a good deal of steel and perhaps some aluminum and copper, and the frame and axles are made of steel. It may well be worth giving it away in exchange for having it hauled away. ● Step 2 Call car-crushing businesses, some of which are also scrap metal yards. One of them may take it for a fee. If not, ask if they know who might take it. ● Step 3 Dismantle it yourself or hire someone to do so; you will need to rent a contractor's waste bin to do this. As you dismantle it, pile the pieces in the bin until it's full, then call the company that owns the bin to haul it and its contents away. You will need to pay to rent the bin, and you will also need to pay a tipping fee for them to dump the debris at the landfill. Afterward, you will still need to get rid of the frame. ● Step 4 Call the fire department and ask them if they would like to use it as a practice building that they can deliberately burn down. This will only work if the mobile home is on an isolated lot, and some fire departments won't do it all. In any case, you will still need to get rid of any remaining metal and the frame. ● Step 5 Call a heavy equipment operator who can crush it to rubble with a front-end loader, then load it in a dump truck or contractor bin. Again, you will have to pay the tipping fee, as well as the heavy equipment operator. ● Step 6 Run a classified ad offering it as one of two things: a free hunting camp, if it is at all habitable for short periods. Or a storage shed. The taker will be responsible for hauling it away. ● Step 7 Sell or give the frame away for scrap metal. You may have to run a classified in the free column to do so. Once the rest of it is gone, the frame should be easier to dispose of as scrap metal.

No matter what size the item you want to get rid of is, we will find a way to remove it, including RVs and motorhomes. For all your junk removing needs, call us today.

COST

How to Remove Your Mobile Home and How Much It Costs

Motorhome Removal Services near Lincoln NE: The cost to remove a mobile home will vary because there's more than one way to get the job done. In fact, there are multiple ways.

Mobile Home Deconstruction

Mobile Home Relocation

Relocation is not an option for every mobile home. It's quite an expensive process, significantly more than demolition reaching upwards of $7,000.

Cost of Motorhome Detailing According to Size

Motorhome Removal Services near Lincoln NE: How much does Motorhome cost on average? The average RV is between 21 feet 27 feet in length. Getting it washed and waxed will cost between $150 – $200 Having the inside cleaned will cost between $50 – $150. This makes the average cost of having an RV completely detailed between $200 and $350. However, there is a list of things you need to consider before you take your RV to get detailed. The price will vary according to the size of your RV and you might save a lot of money by doing it yourself.

Here is a further look at what it costs to have an RV detailed by size.

Detailing Small Motorhome

Detailing Medium Motorhome

Large Motorhome

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

I have problems with my motorhome. Who can I turn to?

I’m looking for spare parts for older ranges. Who should I get in touch with?

Your LNK HAULING JUNK & MOVING dealer (see sales network). However, after 5 years, some parts (in particular furniture) may no longer be available. The suppliers of raw materials (e.g. wooden panels) sometimes stop producing them.

How do I make an after-sales service request?

The LNK HAULING JUNK & MOVING dealer must submit a written request for repairs, stating the circumstances with as much detail as possible to after-sales service.

How long does the after-sales service take?

I have a flat-roof mobile home and would like to convert it into a roof with two sloping sides. Is that possible?

Some craftsmen and independent companies offer that service. Your LNK HAULING JUNK & MOVING or dealer (see sales network) will give you information about this. However, the structure of flat-roof mobile homes was not originally designed for a sloping roof. IRM will not accept any liability for such a conversion or the deterioration to which it might lead. The company carrying out the conversion work shall be fully liable.

Can I add air-conditioning to my motorhome?

Air conditioning is OK.

Can I add roller blinds to my motorhome?

Following a request to your LNK HAULING JUNK & MOVING or dealer, the after-sales service will offer to sell you and install specific rollers blinds for the models in question.

What happens if my motor home is damaged while I’m away?

Depending on the cause, your insurer or the campsite insurer will bear the costs of the accident. Check whether the clauses of your mobile home insurance contract have been respected.

For how long is my motorhome covered by the IRM warranty?

I’d like to revamp the interior of my motorhome. Who can help me with this?

IRM’s after-sales service will suggest some fabrics, seats and curtains to make your mobile home look new again.

CALL FOR US:

● Motorhome Removal Services Near Lincoln NE ● Motorhome Scrap Yards ● Free Junk RV Removal ● RV Salvage ● Junk RV Buyers ● How To Scrap A Camper Trailer ● RV Recycling ● Junk Motorhomes Lincoln NE ● Free Junk Trailer Removal ● Rv Removal ● Motorhome Scrap Yards ● Rv Salvage Value ● Free Junk Rv Removal ● Rv Removal Washington State ● Free Junk Trailer Removal ● How To Scrap A Camper Trailer ● We Buy Rvs Near Lincoln NE

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