The Third Richest Man c2

Chapter 2

I became a Lieut. Jg in the Navy. Someone found out I could swim and did a little exercising and all of a sudden, I was "invited" to become a member of Seal Team Four. As far as I was concerned, we did what was necessary to protect our country. After six years of running, jumping, shooting, etc., Desert Storm came along. I did two years behind enemy lines, basically driving a dune buggy and getting shot at. Great fun.
Once it was over with, I decided that I had had enough. I got my discharge papers, and headed for the mountains in a used Chevrolet blazer.
I went to Estes Park and took a job as a bartender at the Stanley Hotel, The hotel featured in the Nickleson Movie "The Shining".
Time was, I felt like Jack Nicholson going just a little crazy, trying to write and make a living but the tips were good and the girls pretty and I had a little time off to work on my writing. Hell, what more did you need out of life? And believe me, it needed a lot of work. The summer bar tending gig led into a winter job at the Ritz in Aspen. There was always lots of free time for the three F's,( flora ,fauna and females.) Mostly females.
I did a little rock climbing and a whole lot of writing. Some of it was even pretty good. Sold some stories to a few magazines and my career as a writer was showing some promise. Had a couple of "investigating reporting" pieces that appeared in U.S. News and World Report.
I worked there in Colorado for a couple of years alternating between the Stanley in the summer and the Ritz in Jackson Hole in the winter. Tending bar and writing on the side. I kept working out and kept my hand in with the weapons. From time to time, I was even able to afford a side trip, hunting bear, wolves and the like. I always had a problem shooting something that couldn't hurt you. Deer and Elk were definitely out of the question unless it was necessary. Then I used the bow and arrow the US Government had given me.
Dad and I ran in different tracks to each other. I did read the articles in the USA Today where dad had invented this or had received an award for this. We were always able to spend Christmas together, just the three of us. Marcy was in Dallas, busy trying cases and building a reputation as something of a warrior. After her graduation from Yale Law (told you she was smart) , she had spent two years living on a Kibbutz in Israel and had even served in the IDF. (Israeli Defense Force.) Like I said a Jewish warrior from Texas.
During this time, I wrote a couple of romance novels under he name of Allison Hunt that sold pretty well and some " real literature" that was received well under my real name so I was able to buy a cabin in the Rockies just outside of Boulder, Colorado and able to give up my full time bar tending duties. The house was nothing fancy, just an "A Frame" with a loft and a kitchen for me to make peanut butter sandwiches in. I was even able to give up bar tending except on weekends. On weekends, I tended bar just so I would have some sort of social life. I did get a little lonely out on the old farm but there was never a shortage of female companionship in town. There was ski bunny named Patty that I kind of liked but she came, stayed a while and then just left.
At that time of our life, we were all into freedom with no commitments. People came into your life, loved you for a couple of days and then just left.
I was also able to retire the old Dodge that I had driven through school and had a little over 140,000 miles on it and replace it with a two-year-old four-wheel drive trail blazer with a Blankplaupt stereo system that would wake up the coyotes 10 miles away.
Life had definitely started to look up.
In October of my sixth year out of school, I was at home bemoaning the loss of the newly dear departed Cindy and trying to come up with a plot for my latest novel that didn't sound like it came out of "'True Confessions", when the phone rang. My phone rang so seldom, it actually scared me. On the other end of the line, a voice asked for Grady Jensen.
"That would be me." I said.
"Mr. Jensen, I am Guy deLaup of the firm of deLaup, LeBlanc and Silverman. As you may or may not know, we represent your father." DeLaup gave a heavy sigh into the phone." Your father is in very ill health and requests that you make immediate plans to come to Dallas." It came as a huge shock to me. I had never seen anyone or anything get my old man down. For him to request me to come to Dallas something must be earth shattering.