The Coldwell Chronicles

  Negan hadn’t gotten very far down the dark road for home when a set of headlights caught his attention in his rear view mirror. The way the lights sat up high and the way the vehicle kept up with his pace he knew that it was Cash’s truck and that he hadn’t been bull shitting, he was following him home. That was all very endearing but he didn’t have time to stop in his driveway to thank him for his thoughtful gesture. He needed to get down to his basement in a big ass hurry without any hesitation. Now was not the time for an explanation. He had enough on his mind about the entire situation as it was. How could this entire day that he had spent with Cash gone the way that he had provoked it to go? He should have let Cash go from the beginning but it was those big damn doe eyes of his that had him uncorking that bottle of wine. The plan was just to admire and long for him and his sex from a distance. He just wanted to be friends. But no. He had went after him and worse off yet, he n...

  The exchange of looks between them was mutual and Cash was now reminded of his business that he had wanted to discuss with Negan. He didn’t feel as though it was a good idea to be seen as friends much less partners just yet. Not for awhile yet. He had a bad feeling about his placement being brought in and he just had a suspicion that Negan had a number over his head. For this matter, Negan was far from stupid and didn’t think that it was a good idea either but he wasn’t worried for himself. He was worried for Cash. Now there was company and only one way out and that company stood directly on the other side of it. Cash stood and looked to the driveway but he and Negan’s trucks parked side by side were big boss machines and hogged the entire view. “Is it Walker?” Negan hushed. He was aware of his deep voice and that it would carry. “No.” Cash answered looking sharply around the corner. “I don’t know who it is.” He said quickly thinking of a plan. Negan stood and urged Cash out of h...

 Lunch had went well and the furniture being delivered had went well too. Once it was all situated, Negan took quick claim of the recliner as Cash stood back to admire the room. It looked 100 times better. It was more inviting and so much more like a home rather than an old hunting cabin and the most attractive addition to the room was his date. “You’d look a hell of a lot better on the sofa.” Cash boldly suggested with his hands perched on his hips. Negan tuned his head and looked up at Cash over the rim of his glasses. “You’ve got a whole lot of fucking testosterone coursing threw those veins of yours don’t you?” Negan questioned. Cash laughed. It wasn’t just the way that Negan looked or the way that he moved his body like a cat or even the way that he smelled so richly, it was his quick witt that turned him on as well. “Was worth a shot.” Cash continued to laugh with a wink and found himself a spot on the sofa to kick back and stretch himself out. “This is nice.” He smiled runni...

 Cash had gotten home from town right around the lunch hour feeling accomplished and then some. He had his furniture to be delivered shortly and when he had stopped in at the hardware store for a rake and leaf blower he spotted a handful of big, man’s man grills marked down for the end of the season and knew that was coming home too. With the bed of his truck filled full of things to keep him plenty busy for the rest of the week, he stopped in at the grocery store for some fresh steaks to christen the new grill with and some veggies too. His stomach grumbled the whole way home in anticipation. In his mind he thought he’d give Negan a call after his furniture was all squared away along with some other odds and ends and then he’d ask him over for a drink. He wasn’t sure how to pursue a man but he figured it to be the same as any. If he were interested in a female, he’d invite her to dinner or out for a drink. He wasn’t sure if being seen together in Canton would be such a good idea a...

Cash was up the following morning bright and early with an agenda. He had his coffee brewing and his eggs in the fry pan. He knew that the ball was in his court concerning his next meeting with Negan, or so he thought so. He had no idea that Negan wasn’t one to look for an invite from anyone. He had showed up the first time unannounced. Cash should’ve take note. He had no idea that as he was changing the water in that jelly jar to keep his rose fresh that Negan was up and planning his day too and no, he wasn’t waiting for Officer Howlett to call or text much less to to magically appear to drink his liquor. He was going to him with that cat. The vet was coming by at 8 am to check River’s hooves and to give Officer Howlett’s new cat its vaccinations.   To say that Negan was clock watching was an understatement. He was unsure what he would act upon if at all but what he definitely wanted was to be in Officer Howlett’s company regardless. The cat was his excuse and he’d find an ex...

 After Cash and Ray had hauled out the the furniture, Cash got to feeling better already. He knew that he could start again  fresh in the morning like he had intended the day to go with concerning of getting a living room set. Ray had decided to drive back in to town to get the pizza as well as to show Cash around town. “First things first about Canton.” Ray began cutting his bull shit off and got serious for the moment as he fastened his seat belt. “I’m all ears.” Cash replied adjusting the passenger seat and getting comfortable. “Shit goes down around here. I know you’re from the city and I can appreciate all the crap that you’ve had to have seen and do and I’m just a country boy. I was born and raised right here in Canton. Shit goes down differently here.” Ray started turning on his wipers to remove the wet oak leaves that were plastered to the windshield as he backed out of Cash’s drive. “I’m all ears.” Cash repeated. “Ok. The best way I can put it into perspective for you...

 Cash may had never met his new partner, Ray before, other than a few short phone calls but he was never so thankful to see him pull in the drive now. Being around a fellow brother would bring back a sense of normalcy to him that apparently he was losing grips of. Seeing Ray’s headlights pulling in the drive from his living room window, he got up to meet him at the door to leave him no opportunity to knock. “This kicks some serious ass, Howlett!” Ray called out loving from what he could see in the dark. To Ray it was everything a man’s man loved; a cabin out on the middle of nowhere. “Thanks. It’s a bit rough but I just pulled in last night.” Cash called back as Ray approached the steps. “Don’t apologize. This place is fucking awesome!… Ray Walker.” He introduced extending his hand as he jogged up the porch steps. “Cash Howlett.” Cash smiled meeting Ray’s grasp in a firm handshake. “Good to meet you, Howlett and with your credentials, I’m stoked because we’ve got plenty to do and F...

 Cash had picked up the new truck that he had wanted for so long that now he had both the freedom and need for but strangely enough he wasn’t all that excited for now. His transaction had been handled by none other than the dealership’s owner, Ted Mackey. Bob Mackey’s son. Surprise surprise. Let the games begin. Ted had been sugar sweet. Overly friendly and Cash knew that there was an agenda behind that. Now, Negan had come with an agenda too but at least he had shown up true to himself. He wasn’t afraid to be a jack ass and say what he was thinking and that was an attribute Cash could get behind where as Ted Mackey was an ass kisser. Those were the types that threw red flags and would no sooner slit your throat. But that wasn’t necessarily what had dampened his excitement for his brand new truck. He just really wasn’t all that over the moon like he would’ve thought and that was depressing. When he got home, regardless if the sofa were a broken down piece of shit or not, he was goi...