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XVII.  Family Distressed

 

Junior left Home ReSources and drove to the bank.  The construction was completely finished now.  All the punch-out lists were completed and all the equipment was working properly.

 

The staff was well-trained and people were taking to it readily.  He was up and running.

 

Soon it would be time to think about a grand opening.  He could hardly wait.

 

The changes and the new innovations were all his ideas.  He felt that with time, the new ideas would flourish into a new way of banking for everyone.

 

Even Uncle Steve might have to incorporate some of his ideas to keep up.  “That would be a great accomplishment to have Uncle Steve’s blessing on my new concept of banking,” thought Junior.

 

Driving into the parking lot, he noticed Clyde driving up at the same time.  “Uh oh, this is never good.  Especially after what transpired this last week,” thought Junior.

 

“What’s up, Clyde?” asked Junior pleasantly walking over to him as he got out of his car.  He thought that he might as well keep this as cordial as he could.

 

“I’ll tell you what,” started Clyde, “If you and Jack think you are going to outsmart me – you better have another think coming.”

 

Remembering the plan, he shouted “You changed up what we agreed to about giving the stock to Jack.  You sold it him to get him off the hook with Home ReSources.  It will not work.”

 

Clyde voice was getting louder by the minute, “I might be through with Home ReSources but I am just starting with you.  When you cross me there are consequences to pay.”

 

Junior interrupted. “Clyde, I am not aware of what you are talking about.  I sold the stock to Jack the same as I sold the stock to you in the initial offering to fund the bank.”

 

Continuing, “You agreed to sell your stock to him.  I have a signed authorization from you.  I even deposited the amount in your account for the sale.  It is as simple as that.”

 

He continued, “What you tried to do with Jack had nothing to do with me nor do I want it to.  I am not going to be a party to anything like that.”

 

“Well, whether you want it too or not is not the question.  It is going to include you.  You can be assured of that.  I want my money back from this worthless bank you started,” declared Clyde.

 

  “I can’t buy back your stock – not yet, Clyde.  Number one, I don’t have that kind of capital built up to do it and second, I am not in a position that I can buy back anybody’s stock.”

 

He explained, “We are just getting started.  You knew you would not get that kind of a return on your stock this quick when you bought it.”

 

Clyde almost shouted, “Bought it; ‘smought it’ – I don’t care what you call it to describe what you did to me.  You have my money and I want it back.”

 

Junior replied, “I will have to take that under advisement, Clyde.  If we can put something together that will leave the bank intact, I will do it but you have got to give me time to do it.  I have to run it by the board and call a stock holders meeting.”

 

Clyde was shouting now, “There you go with words that have no meaning – ‘under advisement’ – what does that mean.”

 

He exclaimed, “I only want to hear one thing when do I get my money?  You have got until Friday to come up with the money or you will not like what happens after that.  You understand?”

 

“As I stated,” answered Junior.  “I will have to see what can be done.  Friday is going to be tough.  We have to have a stock holders meeting to get the approval.  I do not see how I can make it by then but we will see.” 

 

“Just get it or you will find out what happens, Junior,” shouted Clyde that could be heard over the parking lot.   “Friday or its katy bar the door!”

 

Junior glanced about and saw two young college kids coming out of the bank.  They looked at him to see what was going on.  He knew they could hear Clyde’s ranting.

 

“Call me and let me know where to come to get the money by Friday,” finished Clyde and he turned to get back in his car.  He squealed his tires backing up and when he drove out of the parking lot.

 

Junior stood there for a moment in total shock.  “Does this man – first – understand what he is asking?  If I were to give his money back right now, the ratio of funds verses the assets of the bank would cause an alarm with the banking commission.”

 

He calculated, “They would either take over the bank or shut it down.  I can’t let that happen.”

 

“Secondly, does he not understand that he bought the stock in the first place and that he cannot come here demanding that I buy it back?”

 

I am going to need legal help to resolve this for sure,” thought Junior.  “There has to be a legal way to stop him.”

 

“I wonder if I can go to Warner,” he questioned in his mind.   He always helped my Grandfather, Dad and he is Uncle Steve’s lawyer.  He might have a conflict of interest there but I could meet with him to see.  There are other lawyers in his firm, maybe they could represent me.”

 

Junior decided that he needed to get on this right away so he got back in his car and drove to Warner’s office.  His mind was in a flurry as he was trying to decide what could be done.

 

Entering, Warner’s office, Junior encountered Mary.  He remembered her as Warner’s notary at his Dad’s buy out in Uncle Steve’s office.

 

She remembered Junior and greeted him happily, “Mr. Johnson, good to see you again.  What can I do for you?”

 

Junior replied, “I need to talk with Warner.  I know I don’t have an appointment but the matter is urgent if he can spare me the time.”

 

“Let me check, I know he will want to speak to you regardless.  I’ll be right back,” responded Mary.

 

Returning with a smile on her face, “He is between appointments.  He would love to see you.”

 

Warner came bounding out of his office, “Junior … Junior, so good to see you, son.  Come in … come in.  Seems like months since I have had the opportunity to talk with you.  How have you been doing?  Can I get you anything?”

 

Junior answered, “No, I am just about coffee’d up to my gills this morning.  Nothing – thank you.”

 

Junior went immediately into why he was there, “I appreciate you seeing me.  I need your help.”

 

Warner interrupted, “What is going on?  You know I am your Uncle Steve’s lawyer and I will have to be very careful if this gets into the range of conflict of interest.”

 

“Yes, I have thought of that.  If it does, maybe you have other lawyers that might be able to help me,” countered Junior.

 

“Well son, if its conflict of interest, it is conflict of interest for the firm.  Lawyers included,” explained Warner.

 

“But let’s see what it is all about and we will go from there,” stated Warner.  “The least I can do is to send you to a lawyer that would be very helpful if that is needed.”

 

“Warner, when I started my bank – to get the necessary funding to satisfy the banking commission – I sold stock in the bank to various business leaders in town,” Junior submitted.

 

He continued, “To be fully transparent, I borrowed money from my Dad as well in the settlement between him and Uncle Steve.  That was consistent with the no-compete clause of the agreement since I could do as I pleased with the funds that I borrowed.”

 

Warner interrupted again, “Yes, I am aware of that and if that is where this is going, I have to advise you that that would be a conflict of interest.  I would have to bow out at this time in the discussion.”

 

  Junior said, “That is not where this is going.  I only mentioned it to be totally transparent with you.”

 

“Where this is going is that I sold stock to Clyde Bonner also.”  Detailing the transaction, “he was the largest investor in the bank.  It was an initial offering and he wanted in.  I sold the stock to him giving him stock certificates as part of the deal.”

 

Junior continued, “Now due to some confusion with the way I run the bank and what he wants to do with the bank, he now wants his money back.  He puts little credence in stock and sees it as only his money.”

 

Explaining, “Buying it back is not an option.  That would reduce my ratio of funds to the assets of the bank and cause the banking commission to get all excited.”

 

Junior went further, “He says he is going to force me to buy back the stock or else … whatever that means.  I need to know my legal standing with him in not buying back the stock just now.”

 

Relenting somewhat, “Maybe in the distant future I would like to have him out.  But right now I do not have the funds.  Not to mention that if it came out of the bank funds, the banking commission would shut me down in all probability.”

 

“Yes, I would think that you have gotten yourself in quite a stir.  But not one that is totally unsolvable.  Clyde does not like the courts or the legal system,” said Warner.

 

Warner went on, “Sometimes just threatening to take him to court could make him back off.  Not in all cases, but some.”

 

“OK, this does not involve your Uncle Steve – so I see no reason I could not jump in and try to help you,” reasoned Warner.

 

“Tell me first what course of action you want to do?” Warner asked.  “If you had a choice?”

 

“Well, naturally, I would love to have Clyde totally removed from any connection with the bank.  I realize that is not an option since he has a legal right with his stock.  He can attend meetings and have some measure of influence with the bank decisions.”

 

“Eventually, I would like to try to resolve getting his shares of stock back from him.  He knows that he does not have controlling interest and whatever I decide to do; I can do since I do have control.”

 

“So what I want first – I don’t want the headaches he can create in meetings and the bank in general,” stated Junior.  “His threatening and shouting cannot go on.”

 

Looking for options, Junior asked, “What ways can we tie him up legally that would remove his influence from the bank?  So much so that he understands that he does not have any control over the bank or me.”

 

“Let me ask you, Junior, has Clyde come inside the bank and threatened anyone.  You or anyone on the banking premises?”

 

“Yes,” said Junior, “Just this morning, he was shouting at the top of his voice in the parking lot and threatened me with “You don’t want to see what happens if you don’t give me my money.”

 

“Was it just you and Clyde or was someone else there.  Maybe someone overheard the two of you?” asked Warner.  “We have to avoid a he said/he said scenario.”

 

“Yes two college kids were coming out and looked over to see what was going on. I am sure they overheard the conversation,” remembered Junior.

 

“Do you,” asked Warner, “know who they were?  We will need collaboration.”

 

“Not exactly but they come into the bank quite often to check their emails.  I would recognize them and I am sure someone in the bank has worked with them and would know them.  I could check.”

 

“Good, check that out and get back to me.  Even after you come up with the names go to them and talk to them.  See if they will back up your account.  We can then do a simple restraining order to keep Clyde out of the bank and off the banking property.”

 

Warner went on, “Getting him involved legally might just cause him to back off as I said he does not like courts.  If he pursues it, we can hit him with a harassment lawsuit and sue him for his entire investment.”

 

“Sounds good to me, I just want him off my back,” responded Junior.  “A restraining order – will that keep him out of the bank?”

 

“Yes, and away from your home.  But one thing, Junior, Clyde does not take things sitting down,” warned Warner.  “This could get ugly before it gets better.”

 

“We might not be able to keep the bank out of the proceedings.  You know what the public perception of this might be – your bank might suffer,” considered Warner.

 

“The way I see it, the bank’s going to suffer regardless if we do this or not,” relented Junior, “Not do it and he is going to be a constant thorn in my side – do it and the community gets to see my dirty laundry.”

 

“I have to take that chance.  He has threatened me.  Do it – the restraining order first – and then we will see where we go from there?” agreed Junior.

 

“Will do,” said Warner.  “I will draw up the papers and submit them today while the event is still fresh on Clyde’s mind.”

 

“When the Sheriff walks in out there and presents him with this order, you can bet his first option is going to be to back off and he might just do that,” said Warner.  “But then we will have to wait and see.”

 

Warner knew Clyde and wanted to make sure that Junior was properly warned.  “But if he is hot enough, he may come for blood – in a rhetorical sense of course.”

 

“Thank you, and thank you again for seeing me on the spur of the moment,” an appreciative Junior replied.  “I feel much better now knowing we have a plan.”

 

Warner responded, “Junior, I have too much history with your family to turn you down, boy.  I will keep you informed of the progress of the restraining order and when they serve it.  Then we will see what action Clyde chooses to take.”

 

“By the way; pick up one of those brochures in the front lobby for the men’s prayer breakfast for this Saturday.  I haven’t seen you in church lately.”  We would love to have you.  You hear?”

 

“Thank you.  I will do that,” Junior picked up a brochure and left the office thanking Mary.

 

Getting into his car, he sat there for a moment.  “How can I go from total shock at what Clyde did this morning to the calming effect of a lawyer explaining options to me?”

 

“Warner is a dear friend and has been for the family for so many years in more ways than his legal expertise.  Truly a friend.” Junior deliberated.

 

“I probably do need to consider attending the men’s prayer breakfast Saturday.”  Junior thought, “I used to attend on a regular basis.”

 

Junior turned out of the driveway and proceeded toward home.  The bank was the farthest thing from his mind at this point.

 

“Right now I want my wife near me.  June could always calm my nerves.  She had been there to support me through all of this,” reasoned Junior.

 

He thought, “I have been without Dad’s counsel for quite some time now.  Especially since Mom and Dad have been out of the country.”

 

Uncle Steve had always been a source of strength for Junior, but with both banks operating, that is probably not an option.  He figured, “It would be a sign of weakness for him to go Uncle Steve.”

 

Junior called Carolyn on his cell phone.  “Carolyn, I want you to do something for me.  Two college level students were in the bank this morning and came out about 10.  Could you check with someone over in the computer department and see if they know who they are.”

 

Describing them, “They come in all the time to check emails and work Face Book.  Someone should know who they are.  If they do, check to see if they have an account with the bank and get me their address and telephone number.  All of that should be on computer.”

 

“Got it, I even think I know who they are.  I saw them this morning myself.  I’ll ask around and look it up and call you back.”

 

“OK, great, I am going home for a while.  Call me on my cell when you get the information,” Junior hung clicked off the phone.

 

Junior drove up to his drive way and parked his car.  Getting out, he thought, “Never a dull minute.  I think sometime, I would like to get out of this and go back with Uncle Steve – if he would have me – and let him have all the headaches.  I never dreamed it would be so hard.”

 

June met him at the door, “This is a surprise.  What’s going on that you are back home so early?”

 

“Oh, Clyde Bonner came by the bank this morning and caused a big stink in the parking lot.  After he left, I went to see Warner to get a course of action to deal with him,” explained Junior.

 

Continuing, “He is claiming that he invested the money in the bank and that he did not buy stock.  He wants his money back.”

 

Further he described, “I don’t have to tell you what that would mean if I had to give it back.  The bank would be shut down by the banking commission.”

 

“Now it is nothing for you to worry about,” stated Junior, “but he is threatening consequences if I don’t give it back.  It is all just talk.”

 

He went on, “What he could do is beyond my understanding, so we are taking legal action against him.  Warner is filing a restraining order this afternoon that he cannot come to the bank or be on the bank property.”  He did not tell her the order would include the home.

 

Junior’s cell phone rang  He waved at June that he has needs to take it.  “Yes, Carolyn, what did you come up with?”  It’s Casey Goodman and Lenny Hargrove.”

 

“I will text you their addresses and telephone numbers,” responded Carolyn.  “Anything else?”

 

“No that is what I needed.  That is good news.  Thanks!” replied Junior.

 

Before Junior could inform June of what he was doing, he received the text.  He immediately clicked on the number for Casey Goodman.  Casey answered right away.

 

Junior said, “Casey this is Junior Johnson from the New Age Bank.  What’s going on man?”  He wanted to put Casey mind at ease for calling him.

 

“Not much, just kicking around.  I was at your bank this morning.  I like your set up where we can check our emails and do our social media,” answered Casey.

 

“Say you and Lenny were coming out of the bank this morning and you heard Mr. Clyde Bonner over talking – or I should say shouting – at me.  You remember that?”

 

“Yeah, we wondered what that was all about,” answered Casey.  “We thought y’all were about to get into a fight.”

 

“You did not hear any of the conversation did you – you know his actual words while he was shouting?” asked Junior.

 

“Well, I did hear him say something about you were not going to like what he did if you did not do what he wanted you to do,” related Casey. “In our language that usually means a fight.”

 

“Well I am glad you overheard that,” Junior exclaimed, “Would you do me a favor.  I want you to call Jeff Warner’s office – he is an attorney.”

 

Explaining, “Tell him what you saw and heard.  I’m going to call Lenny and ask him to do the same thing.  It will not involve you in any way other than establishing the event that something happened and what was said.  You know we have to be careful these days with people who love stir up trouble.”

 

“You don’t have to call Lenny, he’s right here … here I will let you talk to him,” Casey handed the phone to Lenny

 

“Yes sir, this is Lenny Hargrove.  You need to talk to me?” answered Lenny.

 

“Lenny, you were with Casey this morning coming out of the bank and saw and heard the shouting by Mr. Clyde Bonner at me on the bank parking lot – right?”

 

“Yes sir,” started Lenny, “We both thought y’all were going to wind up fighting or something.  He seemed to be doing most of the shouting though.”

 

Junior instructed Lenny, “Look I am going to text you the number for Jeff Warner’s office.  As I told Casey, he is an attorney and I just want to record what happened as it happened to avoid any possible trouble in the future.  Can y’all do that for me?”

 

“Yes sir, we will do it right now.  Just send the number and we will call the lawyer,” responded Lenny.

 

  “Great, just ask for Mr. Warner or his secretary and they can take your statement by phone,” exclaimed Junior.

 

“Look we love having young people in our bank and we want you to feel free to come in any time.  I am going to call Carolyn, my secretary and tell her that she is to see that you and Casey get free soft drinks and snacks every time you come in for a month for helping me.”

 

“Fantastic, Mr. Johnson, thank you.  We will call right now.  Bye.”  Junior texted the number for Warner’s office to Casey.

 

  Junior called Carolyn right back and said, “Carolyn – those two boys who overheard the confrontation out front – set them up for free drinks and snacks for a month.  They are helping me and I want to reward them for their service.”

 

“You got it, anything else?” asked Carolyn.  “No I should be in this afternoon right after lunch if anyone needs me.”

 

“I’ll take care of it.  Have a nice lunch with June,” concluded Carolyn.

 

Junior hung up the phone.  Looking at June; Junior said, “Details … details … details.  It never stops in banking, huh?”

 

“You asked for it when you started the bank, Junior.  You are not having second thoughts now are you?” asked June.

 

“NO … no second thoughts as such, but I did not know it was going to be this difficult.  Every day, I am learning to appreciate all that Uncle Steve went through at Community Bank.”

 

June had fixed him a sandwich and chips while he was on the phone.  She placed it in front of him with a big Dr Pepper.

 

He loved her sandwiches and grabbed it and began to chow down.  June loved to watch her husband eat.  He loved her cooking even if it was just a sandwich and chips.

 

He did not know it but she was going to give him a bowl of ice cream when he finished his sandwich.  That would probably cause him to go sit in his recliner and fall asleep for an hour or two.

 

Maybe he would feel rested and ready to tackle any problem that comes up this afternoon.  She hoped so.  He had really been under stress lately.

 

As expected, Junior did fall asleep in his recliner.  When he awoke from his nap, he kissed June goodbye, and went back to the bank.

 

He was still not satisfied that he had done all he needed to prevent any kind of action that Clyde might try at the bank.  He really had to come up with a plan.

 

Arriving back at the bank, he went into his office and closed the door.  He had to think.

 

Carolyn thought it was funny that Junior did not even speak to her as he went through.  He had a bad morning with Clyde, and she just figured he was preoccupied with all that happened.

 

Junior had seen a TV advertisement while he was at home for a remote security service for homes.  It dawned on him that it would be a good idea to have an actual guard security service for the bank and his home.

 

Especially during this time with Clyde, it would not hurt to have someone available for assistance.  Junior called the sheriff’s office to inquire about a security service.

 

If anyone would be familiar with a reputable service it would be the sheriff.  In the event Clyde came back with blood in his eyes; it would be great to have guards to stop him.

 

He thought, “Clyde has such a reputation for his drinking, I can just see him getting drunk and wanting to come back and do harm.  I can’t have that.”

 

Sheriff Mickey Chadwick answered the phone.  “Sheriff’s office – Sheriff Chadwick speaking.

 

“Sheriff Chadwick, good to talk to you.  This is Junior Johnson.  How are things going with you and crime?” Junior scoffed amusingly.

 

“Now Mr. Johnson,” started Sheriff Chadwick, “You know we only deal with jaywalkers here in Lebanon.  That and those that litterbugs.”

 

“Hey, I’m glad you called.  I got some news for you.  We served that restraining order on Clyde this afternoon.  You should have been there to see his face.  I thought he was going to jump right through his skin and then he turned as red as a beet.”

 

“We gave him a stern warning that we would enforce the order to the fullest extent of the law,” shared the sheriff.  “I keep hoping one of these days he goes after someone – not you of course.”

 

“When we left, he was still steaming and shouting at his personal man, that Murphy fellow that he would get even with you.  You might want to be on guard for your own personal safety.”

 

“That is why I am calling you, Sheriff,” came back Junior, “I want the bank to be protected at all times and I need a good security service.  I thought you might know one that can go from harm-less to harm-full if you know what I mean.  Not violating any laws or taking the law in their hands but more than willing to stand up to anybody for anything.”

 

“Oh, yeah I know a service like that,” answered Sheriff Chadwick. “They are not located here in Lebanon but can service us here.  They are between Lebanon and Nashville out near where Loop-840 joins in with I-40.  That’s only a few miles toward Nashville.”

 

“Look up the Lee Strebel Service.  LSS, they call it.  They are as tough as they come.  If you want physical, they are all trained in martial arts and if you want weapons, they are all certified officers registered to carry within the state.  For my money you can’t go wrong with them.”

 

He continued, “I don’t have their number with me as I am not in the office.  I took your call by forwarding all calls to my cell phone but you can Google them and the name will come right up.”

 

He warned, “Hey, with the way things were with Clyde when we left, I think you are doing right with getting security.  I would be happy to assist and will if law enforcement is needed, however, we are pushed to the gills trying to cover Lebanon and the rural areas at the same time.”

 

He advised, “I would suggest that you have at least two officers on duty 24/7.  On occasion, one can drive by your house throughout the day or night while the other is covering the bank.”

 

He further explained, “Just have him park outside for an hour or so at a time periodically in the slow part of the day at the bank.”

 

“Sounds good,” responded Junior. “That’s a great idea.  Look, I know you have an election coming up in a few months in November.  Keep me in mind for a donation to your reelection campaign and anything else I can to help – don’t hesitate to call on me.”

 

“Great, Junior,” answered Sheriff Chadwick.  “I will definitely be looking for all the help I can get.  This political stuff gets a bit hairy at times.  You take care now, you hear?”

 

Junior thanked the sheriff and hung up the phone.  “Where did this ‘you hear’ get started.  Probably in the south – sounds southern to me,” Junior thought.

 

“It must have been back in the early ages and there were some hard of hearing people.  To make sure they heard what you said, you finished off your statement with ‘you hear’.  And now it is ‘you hear’ on everything.”

 

“Whatever … I am never surprised how many people finish off a conversation with ‘you hear’.”  Junior laughed at his imaginary reasoning.

 

He turned to his computer and entered Lee Strebel Security Service in the search feature and they immediately came up on his screen with its location and number.

 

Junior called the number, “LSS Security, can I help you,” came back the response on the line.  “Yes, I would like to speak to Lee Strebel if he is available?” Junior inquired.

 

“This is Lee.  To whom am I speaking?”  “I am Junior Johnson with the New Age Bank in Lebanon.  You might have heard of us,” Junior replied.

 

“Yes, I have heard of you and what you are doing for banking.  They tell me you are turning the world of banking upside down.  What can I do for you Mr. Johnson?” asked Lee.

 

“Lee, I have an issue here in Lebanon that might affect me personally and the bank professionally.  I feel it will be in my interest and the interest of the bank to have a security service to patrol the premises and on occasion to drive by my house.”

 

“Sure no problem,” stated Lee.  “Any particular problems as such or you just want to avoid having any kind of problems?”

 

“Both,” replied Junior, “Sheriff Chadwick here in Lebanon recommended you.  He said that you could handle any job needed up to and including the possibility of involving law enforcement if necessary.  Not that you would step over the line, but go up to the line.”

 

“He is right about that,” agreed Lee.  “You can’t do much with security forces unless you allow them to do their job.  Put them out there as monitors and that is all you will get.  But as a security force, you will get force if needed.”

 

“Tell you what I will do,” stated Lee, “I will come by your bank in the morning.  Is that convenient for you and we can discuss terms – hours – etc?” stated Lee.

 

“I’ll even send over a couple of guys tonight to make sure we get off on the right foot,” warned Lee.  “Give you a chance to see how we operate.”

 

He requested, “Text me your home address and the address of the bank for my records and I will make sure they come by your house during the night as well.  It doesn’t hurt to be careful and to be careful now.”

 

“Is 10 AM OK in the morning?” Lee asked.  “We can go earlier or later – your choice.”

 

“Yes, I will put it on my calendar for 10 and look forward to meeting you and working with you,” finished Junior and he hung up the phone.

 

Junior called out to Carolyn to mark his calendar, “Carolyn, mark my morning agenda starting at 10 with a Mr. Lee Strebel.”

 

“Got it,” declared Carolyn.  “Anything special we have to do to prepare for his meeting?”

 

“No, just be here,” laughed Junior.  “Lee will be bringing everything.”

 

He was beginning to feel much better about the Clyde Bonner thing now.  He would have security around the clock.

 

“Be good for the folks here at the bank to see it.  They will feel much more confident with their relationship with the bank,” he reasoned.

 

Clyde was fuming at the mouth when Sheriff Chadwick left his office after serving the restraining order.  “How is a person supposed to look after his investment,” he thought, “if he cannot go to the establishment where he has the investment.” 

 

“If Junior Johnson thinks for one minute he is pulling the wool over my eyes, he has another think coming.  I did not get where I am letting just anyone run over me.  That little scamp has got my money – he is not planning on giving it back – and he trying to stop me from coming to get it,” Clyde was furious.

 

Laughing at the order, “A lot of people have tried to keep me at bay with these little restraining orders.  These little pieces of paper can do nothing to stop me.”

 

“Restraining orders just turn me on.  I can get him off his high horse,” reasoned Clyde.

 

Clyde declared, “I don’t care if he has a 100 restraining orders, if I want to go to that bank, I will go to that bank.  I will tell the world while I am doing it that they have my money and I want it back.”

 

He zeroed in on his idea, “Murphy, tonight we are going to go to Junior’s house and disturb the neighborhood.  His little wife is going to see that she is not safe even in her own house.”

 

“Junior will be begging us to let him off the hook.  I am going to nip this thing in the bud before it gets started,” surmised Clyde.

 

He continued, “Meet me at the Sports Bar & Grill about 9 tonight.  Bring a chain and a rubber hose.  I doubt we will need either one but we need to be ready.”

 

“I don’t want to hurt him too badly this time,” an upset Clyde blurted out, “but I want to make sure he understands that when I want something – I want it and I want it right now.  And further more that in the end, I get it!”

 

“You got it, Boss, 9 it is – at the Sports Bar & Grill,” agreed Murphy.  “Are we going to need anybody else or just the two of us?”

 

“Just the two of us now,” responded Clyde. “Then we will see what happens if we go into a next time.”

 

Clyde arrived at the Sports Bar & Grill a little after 8 and proceeded to knock down a few drinks.  “Boy these drinks are different than the country club’s drinks.”

 

“This must be a different kind of Scotch.  After three glasses with two fingers of scotch and ice,” Clyde was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol.

 

Murphy showed up early and seeing the condition Clyde was in, asked him, “You sure you still want to go through with this tonight?  Junior will still be around tomorrow night.”

 

Clyde responded angrily, “What do you mean do I want to let this go tonight.  No, we don’t let it go.  You got the chain and rubber hose?”

 

“Yes, but Boos, you might want to hold it down a little, people are starting to look over here,” Murphy noticed others at the bar laughing at Clyde and his condition.  They were overhearing his comments.

 

“Well, if we are going to do it.  Let’s get out of here and get it on,” concluded Murphy.

 

Driving to Junior’s house, Clyde began to sing uncontrollably and without reason.  The alcohol had taken its toll.

 

Again Murphy tried to intervene, “Boss, we need to think this thing through.  I’m not saying that we do not do it, but maybe another night might be better.”

 

Clyde between lyrics to some unknown song shouted, “What do you mean a better night.  Tonight is the night that we ride as Clyde Bonner Knights of Disturbance again.  Just get me to Junior’s what’s his name house.”

 

Driving up to the curb outside Junior’s house, Murphy noticed that a light was on in the den.  “He must be still up,” Murphy surmised.

 

“How do you want to do this?  Just go to the front door and beat him down right there with lights and all?” asked Murphy.

 

“Yeah, that’s a good plan.  That will get his attention,” the words came slurring from Clyde’s mouth.

 

As they crawled out the car making sure the interior light did not come on, they encountered something out of the nowhere they had not expected.  They did not know what it was.

 

They were grabbed and thrown to the ground.  One person pounced on Murphy – rolled him on his back before he knew what was going on and placed him in hand cuffs.

 

Clyde was rolling in the grass trying to get up.  He was just belly flopping all over the place.  The two men just stood there laughing at him.

 

“What gives,” shouted Murphy.  “We were just going to say hello to Junior.”

 

“Uh … huh, you were going to say hello to Mr. Johnson in the middle of the night with a chain and a rubber hose.  We might have been born on a turnip truck but not last night,” responded one of the security guards.

 

“Now, my question to you is do you want to get back in your car and get out of here or do you want us to call the sheriff?”

 

“No, we can say hello in the morning,” responded Murphy.  “I’m telling you guys – you got it all wrong.”

 

The guards told him to leave the chain and the rubber hose as he removed the handcuffs.  Murphy helped Clyde get up from the grass and back in the car.

 

“Then get and get now, before we remember that you had this chain and the rubber hose,” a guard stated.

 

Murphy closed the door for Clyde.  He got behind the wheel and left the area quiet and without uttering a sound.

 

“Who do you think they were?” asked one of the security guards.  “Probably just a couple of punks,” answered the other security guard.

 

“Certainly something we are going to have to work with once Lee takes the case,” confirmed one of the guards.  “Right now, I think we have given them something to think about.”

 

“If it were our case now, we would have had to run them in.  Or at least call the Sheriff and let him handle it,” declared the other guard.

 

Gathering the chain and the hose, they both went back to their patrol car.  They were laughing at the one drunk rolling in the grass and the other begging for mercy.

 

As Murphy drove away from the scene, Clyde began to sing at the top of his voice again and hollering, “Get me to Junior’s house and do it right now.”

 

“Sure Boss, right away, Boss,” as he drove toward Clyde’s house to turn him over to his outside security to put him to bed for the night.

 

Clyde’s security team was just some good old boys from the neighborhood who like to think they are tough for Clyde’s benefit.  They would not last a second up against those people for sure.

 

Who would have thought Junior would have a security force watching his house.  Not only that – these guys were professionals.  He had never been thrown down that quick before and placed in hand cuffs.

 

“I will have to figure out a way to explain to Clyde in the morning – if Clyde remembers what happened at all,” pondered Murphy.  Best if he just lets it ride to see what Clyde will remember in the morning.

 

Lee was on time at the New Age Bank for his meeting with Junior.  “I think he is going to find it interesting that we have already stymied an attack on him at his home no less.”

 

“It is one thing to attack a man in his business.  But another all together and worrisome – when the assailants do not care if they go to your home with your wife and children present,” reasoned Lee.

 

Lee entered the bank and immediately saw the executive offices.  Making his way to an office with Junior’s name on it, he spoke to Carolyn, “Ma’am, I have an appointment with a Mr. Junior Johnson.  I am Lee Strebel with the LSS Security Services.”

 

Carolyn jumped from her chair and said, “Yes, Mr. Johnson is expecting you.  Please have a seat and I will see if he is ready.”

 

Just as Lee was about to sit, Junior came bounding from the office.  “Mr. Strebel, it is so good to see you.  Did Carolyn offer you a drink – water, coffee or soft drink?”

 

“I was just going to do that,” Carolyn interrupted Junior.  “Mr. Strebel – would you care for coffee,, water or soft drink?”

 

Lee responded, “Coffee, black Ma’am will do just fine.  And thank you.”

 

“Come on in; come in … have a seat.  Carolyn will get you your coffee” exclaimed Junior.  “I am so glad to see you as I need to get your service started as soon as possible.  I do appreciate you sending over a couple of security guards last night.”

 

“I saw them driving away this morning.  They were circling my neighborhood and I don’t mind telling you, it is a relief to have them there,” an appreciative Junior said.

 

“You don’t know how much you appreciate them,” started Lee, “Last night around 10:30 two hooligans with a chain and rubber hose came up your sidewalk.  My men accosted them and threw them to the ground.”

 

Lee explained, “One of them was not a problem as he was so drunk, he was rolling on the grass trying to get up.  The other found himself in handcuffs before he knew what was happening.”

 

He explained, “Seems you had two rank amateurs that wanted to do you harm but not kill you as they did not bring any weapons other than a chain and rubber hose.”

 

At that Lee tossed the chain and rubber hose on Junior’s desk.  “By the way, do you recognize the wording on the end of the rubber hose?  It says something about a Feed Company but where the hose was cut off the company name was removed.”

 

“Yes, we have a Bonner Feed Company right outside of Lebanon,” replied Junior, “weird, they did not even know to cut off the name on the hose.  But sad to say, he is the reason I have to have security services for myself personally and for the bank.”

 

“We have a restraining order to keep him away, but obviously that is not going to stop him.  I did not know your men caught them last night.  What did they do with them?”

 

“Well as I indicated,” said Lee, “one was so drunk, he could not get up after my men dropped him and the other was begging for mercy.  Since we had not yet taken the case, they assumed they might be a couple of punks and sent them on their way with a warning.”

 

“The next time, they would be turned over to the Sheriff.  Is this the kind of trouble you might be expecting?” asked Lee.

 

“Yes and no.  For now until Clyde Bonner gets it through his thick skull that he is not going to push me around, he might try something again,” explained Junior.

 

He stated, “Certainly not this as he has now gotten a dose of your medicine and will not try that again.  I do feel that in due time, he will give up.  We are going to keep him in court and he hates courts and the legal system.”

 

“Well, it makes no difference to us.  If we are working against powder puffs or hardened criminals, my men know how to take care of themselves,” said Lee.

 

“Getting down to business, I would love to serve your needs here at the bank and your personal home.  Here is my quote for your services and I am sure you will find it favorable,” finished Lee.

 

Lee handed a quotation form to Junior indicating the services he would provide.  This service agreement is in accordance with our previous conversation.

 

Junior reviewed the quote and said, “Mr. Strebel, we can do business.  Am I to assume that we are already being watched as we speak?”

 

“Yes, you are.  I never go anywhere without my men,” alluded Lee.  “I will also have my surveillance expert contact you.  He will want to review your surveillance cameras both here and at your home to assure that if we encounter any disturbance, it will be properly recorded.”

 

“That will be fine with me.  I can put him in contact with our facility director when he comes and they can go over everything he wants to see.  I look forward to a long working relationship with you, Lee.”

 

Lee thanked him for the business and picked up his briefcase and laptop and left the office greeting Carolyn as he went, “Great cup of coffee, Ma’am, thanks.  It hit the spot.”

 

As he left the bank, he motioned for the two gentlemen in a company car marked security to come over.  He gave instruction to his men as they set up the surveillance team for the first shift.  Lee wanted to make sure that nothing like last night would happen again.

 

As Lee left his office, Junior literally began to shake in his chair.  Obviously Clyde and probably his office co-hart had actually come to his house last night to do him harm.

 

“Right there in front of my wife, June,” thought Junior.  “She would have become hysterical.  Can you imagine,” thought Junior, “What June would be doing while that was going on.”

 

“She probably would not have been able to call 911 as they would hold her while they beat me in front of her.  Thank you, Jesus, for protecting us.””

 

“I knew Clyde was capable of violence,” reasoned Junior.  “His plan last night might have failed due to the alcohol, but I know that in the future he will not make the same mistake again.”

 

“This could get real ugly before it gets better.  I need to let Warner know what is going on also.  We might want to start this harassment lawsuit sooner than later.”

 

“In the meantime,” considered Junior, “ I have got to explain to June what we are up against with Clyde.  She needs to know.”

 

“When she leaves the house during the day time,” he concluded, “I want one of the guards with her to be sure that Clyde does not do something foolish like kidnapping her.  You never know about a man like this.”

 

Clyde woke Saturday morning in his bed with his clothes on.  He could not remember what happened last night and at the moment he could not even remember he had been drinking.  His head hurt like mad.

 

He went into the bathroom and splashed water over his face but to no avail.  It still hurt.

 

He made his way to the kitchen by holding on to walls.  They kept him from falling.  Boy that must have been a real bender.

 

Clyde managed to eat some raisin brand and milk for breakfast.  His mind was so foggy that it hurt to even try to think.

 

After eating what he thought he could hold down, he went to his recliner in his den.  He leaned back letting his body swirl about him.

 

He had been here before, and it just took time for the effects of the alcohol to wear off so that he could get back some semblance of reality.  He fell asleep waiting for the miracle to happen.

 

When Clyde woke the second time, it was almost 4 in the afternoon.  He knew the shop would be shutting down for the day soon and he dressed to go out and check on what had happened that day.

 

Now at least his brain was beginning to work a little.  He remembered that Murphy had met him at a bar but he could not remember which bar.  “Oh well,” he thought, “when I get to the office I will ask Murphy and he will set me straight.”

 

Clyde avoided talking to anybody riding over in his golf cart because if they started asking questions it might make his head start hurting again.  Going into the office, he saw Murphy pouring over some delivery receipts for the day.

 

“What’s it been like today?  Did we get everything delivered that was supposed to go?”  Murphy feeling a little relieved that Clyde was not asking about last night, said, “Yeah, everything got out.”

 

He informed Clyde, “Even Larry Cordona came by the office and brought his bill up to date.  Seems he sold a horse or something.  At any rate he is even with the board now.”

 

“Murphy, last night you came to a bar and picked me up.  I cannot for the life of me remember where it was.  Which one was it?”

 

Murphy thought “Well here it goes.  I had hoped he would not remember anything.”

 

Murphy relented and said, “Boss, it was the Sports Bar & Grill on the other side of town.  You had a few too many I think, but they were still serving you when I got there.”

 

Clyde inquired, “Did they call you to come get me?  Why did you come?”

 

“No, you just asked me to come by and pick you up,” Murphy responded.

 

“Why did I call you to come get me?  I don’t have a clear handle on everything.”

 

Before Murphy could respond, Clyde said, “Oh, I know.  It’s all coming back to me now.  We were going to go over to Junior’s house and teach him a lesson.  I can’t quite remember what happened there though.”

 

Murphy thought to himself and decided to take a chance that Clyde might not remember rolling on the grass, “Boss, there was not a light there and you thought it best to not wake them up.”

 

Murphy attempted to distract the truth, “You even said that his wife might be the one to come to the door and that would not be good.  We left.  I brought you home and turned you over to your security team.  They took it from there.”

 

“Yeah, that was probably the best thing to do.  I was two sheets to the wind last night.  My head still hurts.”

 

“I hope I had a good time,” said Clyde still a bit shaky in his head about the previous evening.  But he could let it go.  Murphy had taken care of him.  We will try something else with that little no-good and we will do it soon.”

 

“Murphy explained, “Boss, I heard this morning that Junior has hired a security firm to watch his bank and his home.  It is not going to be that easy again.”

 

“When did he hire a security firm?” asked Clyde.  “What – is he worried about me?”

 

Murphy answered, “Today, and I guess he is.  I saw a security car at the bank and later one coming back to the bank from his house.  There were two officers in the car.”

 

Murphy finished, “And get this, when I stopped at Wal-Mart this morning, Junior’s wife had a security guard with her there while she was shopping.  You would think he was some kind of big hooky-ha-ha-ha.”

 

“Well, up to now nothing has worked.  If I want my money, I am going to have to outsmart him.  Man thinking makes my head hurt.  I am going to let this ride for a few days.  Call me if you need me,” instructed Clyde as he left the office and rode his golf cart back to his home.

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