The O'Seighin Ranch

If you were to go looking for Waylon O'Seighin's residence you would find his recently acquired twenty acres nestled in the rolling hills twelve miles northwest of Nachton city limits. The road that leads to the small ranch is an unassuming two lane black top that seems to have been forgotten by county road crews. Potholes and a soft shoulder line the two more miles to a gravel driveway to the left off the county road.

Once through the gate one must follow the driveway another two hundred yards and a ninety degree left turn before you pull up to a one story farmhouse with a gravel front yard and a large barn off to the right with an old Massey-Ferguson tractor in pieces just inside the large doors. These two buildings are surrounded by twenty acres of open pasture with the exception of the occasional old oak or maple tree dotting the fields and some brush along the edge of a small creek that cuts through the back of the property.

The house itself looks recently fixed up with a fresh paint job of russet with gun-metal grey trim and a newly built Redwood deck that starts at the front door and continues towards the right side of the house until it wraps around and meets the side door ten feet from said corner. On the deck is a few chairs and a small wooden table with a charcoal grill sitting several feet away. The grill is mostly for show but is used from time to time. The place is not large or modern, but is suitable to live in; which is all that matters.

Entering through the front door one will find themselves standing in a two-step hallway and staring at a small table barely large enough for four full grown humans to eat at pushed up against the far wall. That is the dinning room. Just off to the left of the table is a heavily curtained sliding-glass door way leading to the field behind the house. A full turn to the left and the visitor is looking into the living room of the house, with a few old pictures and paintings of far off mountains and other outdoor scenes. There they would notice a new but rarely used television sitting on a small entertainment center at the far end and just in the right corner of the room. To the left of the television in the far wall is a window looking out into the driveway, and up against the left wall and a back towards the onlooker is a comfortable looking coach and a recliner caddy-corner from the coach to the right. On the right side of the room is a fireplace nestled into the wall. Sitting on the mantle is a pair of old black and white photographs. One of a young family and the other of a gorgeous woman staring intently at something out of view.

Back across the the "dining room" towards the opposite end of the house the visitor will be staring into a smallish kitchen adorned with the essentials to look normal, but not much more. Passing through the kitchen to the far side brings one to a short hallway with four doorways. On the left and closest to the onlooker is the laundry room. At it's end the hall splits into the bathroom and two bedrooms. One door leads to the owner's bedroom; furnished very simply except for a few pieces of culture from his adoptive country, Romania. The other door, which one should not or could not enter without the consent of the owner, opens to a second bedroom turned into something of an office. Inside sits a computer on an old oak desk that looks decidedly out of place with the rest of the house and a rather large gun-safe placed in the corner of the room. On the walls are several old photos of comrades at an aerodrome taken during World War One. Also on the wall is an impressive set of medals contained in an unimpressive picture frame. The entire house is clean but a person with an eye and a penchant for cleanliness could find something with witch to keep them busy for a short while.

Back outside, walking into the large barn would present the onlooker with a shop of sorts; with a couple of projects in varying orders of completion and Waylon's prized possessions sitting inside: a black '87 Dodge Ram, a Midnight Blue '68 Plymouth Roadrunner, and a 'British Racing Green' Triumph Rocket III. In the one of the back corners of the barn well hidden behind some old pieces of farm equipment sits the doorway to an old bomb shelter built by the previous owners and refurbished into a large underground safe. Contents of which shall remain the sole secret of the property owner.

Though not readily noticeable, Waylon is rather well off. Between a large sum of assets collected after the death of his Maker and his helicopter charters, bolstered by the habit of experience tempered automotive semi-kleptomania, this old ranch boy believes he has sat himself up quite nicely for a new chapter in his un-life.