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When they met, both men were out of work and only Jerry had a phone, so every morning, Paul would come downstairs and they'd go through the classifieds together, looking for jobs and making calls. That routine didn't last long, though. Paul got a job with a company that made baby buggies, then one that installed sprinkler systems. When he ran into a friend who worked for Student Movers, he switched jobs again — and something about this line of work clicked. He left Student Movers for another moving gig, and when his boss decided to get out of the business, Paul offered to buy his trucks. "He had places he wanted to go, visions of what he wanted to be in life. He came a long way in the fifteen years I knew him," says Jerry, who ended up working for Paul.

Tuff Movers was built around Paul's personality. He was responsible and meticulous, outgoing and a gentleman, the kind of guy moms fell in love with and Denver Broncos trusted with their valuables. "You could count on him," says Eron Johnson of Eron Johnson Antiques, who used Paul for all of his moves. "If he said he was going to do something, he found a way to do it. If there was a decorating emergency or someone had to have something quickly, he would figure out a way to do it. Very seldom would he say no, I can't help you." The exception was anything that might conflict with Paul seeing his daughter, and that impressed Johnson, too.

Paul was firm but fair. When something broke, he showed his temper — but he was also willing to give anyone a chance. "Paul would give you the shirt off his back," says longtime friend Bob Martinez. "That's how he was with his employees. He hired some shady folks, but it was because they needed help, they needed work. He just treated people great."

Bob included. They'd met while installing sprinklers and had quickly become close, so much so that Bob named his son after Paul. When Bob's wife decided she had to confront her husband about his drinking, she went to Paul first. "He knew I was going to rehab before I did," Bob says. "Paul was always there for me. In fact, he was the only friend I still hung around with after rehab, the only one who was nice enough. If it was hard on me, then Paul made sure nobody drank."

Rich Lesmeister was another close friend, someone Paul met soon after he moved to Colorado. When Rich's cancer-stricken wife died, Paul was there, helping as much as he could with their kids. And when Rich met the woman who would become his second wife, Carol, Paul made her and her kids feel welcome. "Paul had the biggest heart, polite and willing to help anyone," Carol says.

But Paul had his own heartaches. He'd met Michelle Russell when he worked for Student Movers, when he was still with his longtime girlfriend from Minnesota and Michelle was dating one of Paul's co-workers. Soon after Paul's relationship broke up, he and Michelle got together, and things moved quickly. She moved in with Paul right away. In a couple of years they were married, and in 1989 they had a daughter, Sarah. By then the marriage was already failing, and Michelle moved a hundred miles away, to Granby. The divorce was bitter, with lots of trips to court as Paul fought to see his daughter as much as he could. That turned out to be Wednesdays, when he'd drive to the mountains to pick up Sarah after school and spend the night at a hotel — always with a swimming pool — as well as every other weekend during the school year and Sarah's whole summer break. Paul never missed a visit, winter weather be damned.

"Paul and Sarah were beautiful together," Bob says. "They were like a Hallmark card. Sarah was Paul's whole world. He'd do anything he could for that girl. Sarah was always happy, full of spunk."

Sarah was sweet, too, happy to ride her bike or rollerblade around the neighborhood. When Paul hosted one of his frequent barbecues, Sarah was the polite hostess, serving drinks and making sure everyone was comfortable. On weekends, they'd ski, snowboard, go camping or hunt for treasure. Paul tried to make everything feel like an adventure.

Dozens of pictures of the smiling little girl warmed Paul's house when she wasn't there. His brother Gordy counted seventy. Once, on a job, Jerry saw Paul spot an old rocking chair by a dumpster and throw it in the van so that he could have it reupholstered for Sarah's room. "She was always on his mind," Jerry says.

Sarah was the love of Paul's life, but there was another girl competing for his affection.

Jerry had introduced Paul to Teresa Donovan at a Halloween party not long after his divorce, and the two dated on and off for years. Teresa was ten years younger than Paul, and didn't work because she was disabled. When the arthritis in her legs acted up, Paul would carry her up and down the stairs. She sometimes stayed with Paul and Sharon for weeks at a time, an arrangement that was often strained because Sharon and Teresa didn't get along. "I hated my son being with her, because I wanted to see him with someone more suitable," Sharon says. "He needed somebody decent. I didn't like her around Sarah." Teresa slept a lot and didn't help around the house. When Paul had people over, Teresa would stay in bed.

Paul and Teresa had been broken up for several months when they got back together for a night in early 1998. Weeks later, Teresa told Paul she was pregnant.

Paul rented a trailer for Teresa to stay in that April, then had her move into the house just before her due date in November. When Gordy flew out to Denver after the birth, Paul told him that he doubted he was the father and planned to get a paternity test, but in the meantime, he wanted Teresa and the baby in the house because he was worried that she wasn't capable of caring for a child. Sharon helped when she could, but she'd been traveling back and forth to Minnesota to deal with her mother's death.

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