Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2001 10:01:06 -0700
From: ZaneG7@Excite.com
Subject: Snow Falcons 4

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SNOW FALCONS, Part 4 by: Zane Hunter Green

I remember that Reed turned to me and said, "You really love everything
about flying, don't you Lee?"

I said, "Yes, except when birds get caught in the jet airtakes"

Then I noticed the smoke, It was coming from down below. I was horrified
when I realized that it was Jake's private airport. The bastards! I knew
that someone had set the fire. "Damn, hell's fire! Not only the planes but
also the hatchery! I finally wished that this plane was not disabled."

"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Reed
looked at me with an ashen face. "Are we going to crash?"

"No we're okay, but we have to fly somewhere else"

I think someone knew that we were heading here. It was getting grimmer,
they had not only planted the boy, but they must have been watching me for
awhile now. I used to fly over once a week to work on some plane designs,
and take care of the chicks that were ready to be released. In wasn't by
chance that the Goshawk acted more like a Sea Harrier, with it's VTOL
abilities, and the reconnaissance pods with my camera ports. Secretly I
called it a Vulture, another bird that was misunderstood. It was not an
accident that I got such incredible shots of my birds either.

Jake had always provided the money for materials, and I had the engineering
expertise to re-design. . Why didn't I sense it! Maybe until now I always
found the world to be a good place, and I never looked for trouble. Now
trouble was all around me. It had come flying in with this beautiful lying
boy, or maybe my troubles had already snared him in my net, What to do?

Well Jake wasn't a fool or a dreamer like me, he had another site where he
kept his more valuable planes, kind of a land vault for airplanes, and we
were heading there. I took the plane to a higher level, and deceptively
headed east. When I was out of site from my original mark I veered
Southwest. Fortunately I had enough fuel, and there would be a reserve
supply. The caretaker was the only one who lived at the airfield and I was
hoping that he would be all right. Where we were going was uninhabited, in
fact the only way there was by air. No road lead to the valley where we
would spend the night, even on horseback one would have a hard time getting
there.

Reed was brave. He sat beside me calmly and silently letting me concentrate
on the more delicate flying I had to do. I made use of the instruments,
only glad that I had not clocked this flight or radioed anyone from the
air. Finally once again it was time to descend. I squeezed Reed's leg so he
knew we were all right, and I took her down. We were now in the paradise of
airplanes and birds. I helped him out of the plane so he could see it for
himself. He gasped when he spotted the treasures around us. He had it in
his blood too, the urge to leave the land far behind and fly. I loved them
all, the robotic birds and the real ones. I loved him too, even though I
knew he had been lying to me.

I didn't think that he was a test-tube baby, I think he was confused about
that. What his Mother probably told him was she had donor sperm, and for
the briefest of moments I wondered if it was mine? It could be proven
easily enough if we were ever safe and had the time. Did I really want to
know this about him? Only if it would save his life, by crippling his
Step-down's legal rights to him. Years before when I was an engineering
student I had successfully met the requirements for a sperm donor program,
they didn't know that I was gay. I figured this would be the way to leave
my mark in the world, as it was clear that I would never marry, but I never
had a problem masturbating. Yes, what if he was truly mine? Well this was
indeed a needle in the haystack; he didn't even look like me. Well maybe
all boys were mine to a certain point. As a man I owned them care. Well I
had many other problems to deal with now. We couldn't stay here forever. I
needed to think of new plans not just him, but it was hard.

Another thing disturbed me deeply about Reed. His story was not adding up,
about a year and a half I would say. One time his Mother died in June, the
next two years before. What else was he keeping from me? Boys were not good
liars and he had already given himself away. I wanted to love him, not just
lust him, yet it was hard, who was he? Who really was this boy? How safe
was I with him? Or did it really matter; I should only be putting his needs
first. He looked so innocent, so guiless yet I knew he was full of
emotional scares. How could he not be?

"Are we going to stay here for awhile?" He asked

"Just tonight. I need to check on a few engines as long as we're here. I
need to check a few other things too."

"What do you mean Lee?"

Damn I was thinking, kidnapping was a new charge that they could level
against me, and a boy who lied could say anything. Fear could make him tell
any tale about our relationship. This boy was a keg of dynamite for me.

"Reed, I'm thinking that I really need to turn you in."

"Why, I thought you were going to help me?" he said tearfully.

"For one thing you've been lying to me."

"And you've been lying to me too."

"No Reed, I haven't"

"Yes you have! You're like all the others, you say one thing and do
another."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you confess that you love birds, that they are the greatest things on
earth, yet you eat eggs."

He almost got me there, "Well some birds eat eggs too, and even other
birds. I hope that you noticed that the birds that I love the most are
predators."

"So is that what you are?"

"I don't honestly know, I can tell you one thing I am definitely not a song
sparrow."

"How do you know?"

"Just listen, and watch, psst psst psst psst psst psst psstpsst"

Birds started to descend around us all chirping and calling wildly."

"You called the birds."

"Only because they think I'm a mad parent scolding my young."

"Are you scolding me?"

"Should I?"

"No"

"When did your Mother die?"

"Last June, but she went away two years ago, and left me with my
Step-down."

"Oh"

"I wished she had died, once in awhile she would come home with some excuse
about cancer treatments, I would try to tell her about...everything but she
wouldn't listen. Really Lee, I'm telling you the truth."

"Then I have something to tell you Reed, If you ever get in trouble just
call the birds like I have done. There are people who will then come and
help you."

The birds were still quacking around us; finally they seemed to know that
all was well.

The air was so pure here and exhilarating, Reed put his arms around me, and
I couldn't help myself. I was as hard as a rock and I wanted him so
badly. I pulled off our coats and lay it down beside the plane. Without
thinking our pants were both off, and I was moving his legs upward. It was
too easy; I slipped inside of him, without a rubber without lubrication. He
gave a quick shriek, and I was doing to him what I swore I would not do.