Tales of the Cabin – Part 7

 

The summer had gone smoothly and fall was quickly making its presence known.  The days were starting to become noticeably shorter. The frost had come early and the trees across the property were ablaze in yellows and oranges with the sumacs providing pockets of fiery red.

Word had been getting out about the ‘colony’ has it had been called and we’d had a couple of phone interviews with newspapers.  They’d used stock footage of the front entrance for their stories.  We had two other unmarked entrances that had security farther in from the road.  You weren’t going to get a ‘free show’ unless you were trespassing far into our property.

I’d not talked to Aaron or Andy much since Aaron had caught me screwing Andy’s brains out over the kitchen counter but with all the interest in the colony, I’d not really had time to be all that social.

There hadn’t been any major issues so far. I’d paid our taxes to the county and started the incorporation process to make our colony into a full-fledged city.  I would sell the entire complex to a holding corporation and then the corporation would sell the cabins and a section of land to each member of the colony.  It would be a bit complicated at first but it would allow us to control who moved into the town and such.  We would contract public safety to the county for a set price.  For the most part, I was allowing my lawyers handle all of that.

It had been going well, until the day my lawyer called me and told me I needed to meet up with him face to face.

“Mr. Ramhart, it’s Kevan.  We need to meet up as soon as possible.” He said as soon as I picked up the phone.

My stomach sank, “What’s going on? Problems with incorporation?”

“No, actually, we have a request to meet with you but it would be under an non-disclosure agreement.  Someone wants to move up there but wants to remain as anonymous as possible.” Kevan said as my eyebrows arched up.

“Interesting, I can’t guarantee their anonymity in town but we can certainly keep him anonymous to the outside.  We’re petitioning for our own address out here.  The local post office seems more than happy to do that and hold our mail versus having to drive out 11 miles to sit and sort mail into the mailboxes for two hours.”

“Yes, I know.  I just wanted to let you know.  How soon would you be available to meet this person?”

“How soon can you have the NDA faxed up to me?  I can be down in the metro in five hours.”

“Well, they were wanting to meet you there.”

“Okay, you’ve got my attention now.  What do you know?” I said as I heard my fax machine answer. “Wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“No, I was not. The potential resident is quite willing to pay for his land and home building as well as any pressing community needs.” Kevan added as I read through the agreement.  I signed it and faxed it back.

A couple of minutes later, I heard a knock come over the phone.  A baritone voice said “A fax for you sir” as papers were shuffled.

“Perfect, thank you Mr. Ramhart.” Kevan said, “So…”

I cut him off, “Call me Vince already.  Sheesh.” I said drily.

“Sorry Vince.  So, your prospective new resident is a Mr. Steve Schmidgall.  I’ve already run a background check on him and he’s about as boring as you can get in that regard.”

“Kevan, why does that name sound familiar? Seems like I’d heard of him a year or two ago.”

“Vince, I think everyone heard about him.  He was a professional ice hockey player who came out at the height of his career.  League All-Star and everything.”

“Is he gay?  I mean, I don’t care but most of the people are here are and if he’d gonna be uncomfortable…”

“He’s gay, got divorced last year from his husband and finished out his playing contract. He’s looking to retire and disappear for a few years.”

I was satisfied with thing so far, so I told him to send up Mr. Schmidgall at his convenience and to give him a gate code which I then gave to him.

With that out of the way, Kevan didn’t have anything more to add.

I quickly sent out an e-mail to all the residents that we were going to be having a prospective resident touring in the next few days and asked everyone to help make sure out community was looking its best.

A couple of days later, I got a call from Steve asking if I’d be available the next day for him to get a tour and speak with me about possibly purchasing a home site.  I told him to head on up and come in through the front gate using the residents and guests entry.


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Author: J. Ray Lamb

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