TRAVELER
Chapter 283

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Traveler Chapter 283     I had some extremely urgent business to attend to when we got home at lunch time on Thursday. Ugitsiha reminded me that I would have to stop and eat first, she held my hand and felt how sweaty it was. Yuri stuck my finger, my blood sugar was sixty, Roddy put an ice cold Coca Cola™ into my hand. I chugged it down and sat back in my seat. I don't know why I let myself get into that sort of situation. My family has prayed for my healing, but so far the Lord's answer has been no. I called Çhé Ģer and asked him if the boys had left any food in Granite House. He snickered and told me that he might be able to dig into the garbage cans and find something or the other. I told him that he would have to dig deep because there were twenty five of us on the inbound plane. Ģer whistled softly and said, "I thought that your plane only carried eighteen. What's holding it up, skyhooks?"     I told him that there were three in the cockpit and three more stuffed into a kennel with the dog. He laughed and wanted to know why we had a dog on board, but then said never mind, we would talk over lunch. I guess that he had never realized that Bossaire had more passenger room than the older FI-2. Little Randy cried about then and he asked to talk to Quemela. I transferred the call to her phone and sat back again. I am always very weak after my blood sugar gets that low and it takes several minutes for my system to level out. I sat back and closed my eyes and let the world go on around me. Quemela disconnected the call and looked at no one in particular, "He is such a nice man. He is going to purée a variety of veggies for my baby." We all smiled.     An eight vehicle convoy, with escort, awaited us at the FI terminal at Marana Air Park and sped us directly to Granite House. Ģer had a full meal prepared for us to wrap into. I pigged out on his white bean soup and hot rye bread, with a handful of green onions to ward off evil. That got me an evil eye from my wife until I told her that I still had an important mission to undertake. Yuri grabbed a green onion and bit into it then grabbed for his glass of water and drank half of it in one gulp. Roddy knew what was to be done and he had told me that he was going along so he grabbed an onion for himself. Onion breath helps to mask the human scent from woodland creatures so that they aren't frightened and run away.     Tristan was on the landing with a large bag of dog food when the train pulled into the Camp Christopher end of the line after our lunch. I was feeling much better and was able to pick up the fifty pound bag of feed in my Eagle talons with ease and fly up to the lake area of the mountain with my two sons flying after me. We changed to human form and poured the bag of feed into protected bins so that the waya pack could get to it, but the other animals could not do so easily. Of course I have a problem with the squirrels, they seem to get around everything that is put up to keep them from the feed trough. I had worried that Breeze and his pack were not getting the proper vitamins in their diet and had talked to a local feed store about a supplement for them. An animal based protein was fortified with several nutrients that blood tests had shown to be short in the pack's systems. Every few days I go to the mountain and put out the feed for my friends from the northwest woods.     Breeze came out of the woods a few yards from us and made his way over to me with two of his pups running along behind him. The pups ran up to the feed and began to eat as Breeze nuzzled my legs. I leaned down and petted him as I listened to what he had to tell me. He told me that his mate was again with pups and that his pack was growing and thriving on my mountain. He told me that he had seen many men in green uniforms watching his pack and he worried that they might mean harm to them. I told him that I would find out what was going on and that he should not worry. I do enough worrying about the wild wolves for the both of us. My fear is that the forest service may try to thin the pack out by killing or moving some of them.     Suddenly Roddy dropped his load of feed and took wing with Yuri right behind him. "Help me, Rodney. Oh baby, please help me." I had been talking to Breeze and had not heard Adsila crying out. I dropped the empty feed bag and changed myself into a huge Eagle. As I lifted from the ground I grasped the remains of the bag in my talons and flew skyward as quickly as I could. I rose up to about ten thousand feet and saw my two sons darting through the air about a half mile in front of me. I sent them a message to change into Eagles so that they could fly faster. I caught up to them just as they transformed and the three of us shot off toward a terrified young lady. I terrified a young man at a restaurant when I swopped from the sky to deposit the empty feed bag into the dumpster where he was emptying a large garbage can from the kitchen. I sent a message to his mind that he had only seen the shadow of a large bird fly over and that all was well.     We hit the ground a few minutes later and I changed into a snarling, charging wolf. I disappeared before I got near the four boys that had Adsila on the ground, but it was enough to make them run away screaming and peeing their pants. The three lust filled boys only ran to hide behind a nearby bush, but by that time I had slipped into a pair of cotton pants and a FIS tee shirt that Cory had dropped in front of me when he flew over the scene. I stayed invisible as I moved to get behind the boys to scare the piss out of them once again. I asked the boys what they were up too. When they spun around and saw me their faces went ashen. They didn't notice that I was barefooted, all they saw was the stubby barrel of my Colt .357 in my shoulder holster and the printed badge on the Mithril shirt of navy blue and the Mithril uniform pants that I had on.     The boys thought themselves some sort of gangstas that ruled the neighborhood since they had moved into the low income apartments that RD and I owned near the park. One of the little darlings rushed at me with a knife and watched the long blade break against my stomach. His friend pulled his piece and aimed at me. I was afraid of him missing and hitting a nearby innocent so I disarmed him with a quick forward, double flip and a kick to his wrist. At that time two bicycle cops were on the scene and an FI SUV was flying across the park to my location.     I was glad to see that Cpl. Shad Mahan was one of the officers that took the three boys into custody before I questioned them. I had to do so very carefully so as not to violate their rights, they were minors after all. I already knew that the thirteen year old boy was only a bystander that just hung with the two seventeen year old boys so that he would seem to belong. He had a serious self esteem problem and wanted to prove to his peers that he was tough. I would see how tough he was after a night in juvie. The two older boys had more to worry about. Not only were they facing charges of assault on a police officer, they had both unzipped their pants and exposed themselves to a fourteen year old girl. I could almost hear their attorney in the courtroom as he dropped the M bomb on the jury as he would tell them that Adsila was legally married and therefore an adult. I wondered who Bull would assign to protect the girl's rights.     The two older boys were charged with attempted rape, indecent exposure, attempted sexual contact with a minor, nude exposure to a minor, assault on a law enforcement officer, and numerous weapons charges. After spending a night of fear in a twelve boy room at juvenile hall the thirteen year old boy was released into the custody of his mother. I told the boy and his mother that we had evidence that he was only standing by watching and was caught up in fear when he saw a wild dog charging at his location. All three boys believed that they had only seen a large dog, but they will always have the image of my face on that dog etched into their nightmares. I might remove that image…in a year or so.     I had to, figuratively, lock myself in my twenty eighth floor office with Warren and Turner, I was more than happy to welcome Bryan for his help as well. Those three boys walked the floor looking over the shoulders of a dozen volunteers that had aspirations toward becoming accountants after they finish high school and college. It was tax time and we had almost one thousand returns to finalize and get filed. Easter had fallen on the eighth of April and we had returned from Oklahoma on the twelfth. Since the fifteenth was on a Sunday we had an extra day to file the returns and it took us every minute of that time to get it all done. Maybe waiting until the last minute seems ridiculous, but teenage boys are not especially inclined to send a few hundred dollars off to the IRS any sooner than they have too. Warren and Turner had done most of the work before spring break and the only thing left to do was to get the boys to read over their individual returns and authorize their payments from their accounts.     I was very happy with my boys as I had looked over their deductions. Each student attending BAW on the thirtieth of November 2011 had sponsored a low income child for two, thirty second shopping trips to any store of their choice in town. Most all of the kids wanted to go to a toy store for their first stop, but the rules were that they had to go to a clothing store as well. The kids were allowed to go through each store and locate their favorite items and then to tell their sponsor or a clerk of the store, what they wanted. A list was made then the kids were taken to the front of the store and a stop watch set. They ran at breakneck speeds through the store loading their carts with as much as their little hands could get around before their thirty seconds elapsed. Kids from age five through eighteen got their favorite Christmas wish come true and the students got a deduction on their income tax of between three and six thousand dollars. When the kids were returned to their homes they found a new bicycle waiting for them and a large food box with a turkey and all of the trimmings for a holiday feast. That is a practice that we will continue in the years to come.     Andy has his own people to prepare his returns, but he always wants me to look them over. I do that as a friend, but for some reason this year I had let it go until I was on the plane headed to Oklahoma for my own short vacation. Andy's returns run into volumes of pages because of all of his varied interests. I am really glad that I don't do his corporate returns, that would keep me tied up for most of the year.     All of my Blues Club friends had brought me their W-4s and deductions right after the first of the year so I had their returns prepared and mailed off before the first of February. By the time I returned from my sojurn to the Ranch in Virginia most of them had already received their refund checks, and spent them. The students only had the interest on the money that I had set them up with. Their philanthropic actions with the underprivileged kids offset their taxes due so they had small refund checks to count on from the excess paid in over the year in their estimated tax bite. That is a good thing, boys and money become strangers very quickly.     By a special law unanimously passed by both the House of Representatives and the United States Senate in the fall of 2007 I was granted a lifetime exemption on income taxes, that exemption extends to my estate and the income derived therefrom for my surviving heirs. With the nation suffering through a severe budgetary shortage, and a rampant national debt, I felt guilty not paying something. Most of my money is in foreign banks and never enters into the US. It is from those accounts that I pay for my international schools and expenses. I do have a little more than ten billion dollars in country from my investments in oil and other lucrative market ventures. It is the capital gains on those monies that I feel that I should pay my fair share. I can not file a 1040 without creating mayhem in Washington, but I can give my country a cash gift. Money deposited into a special account called "Gifts to the United States" is for general use by the federal government and can be available for budget needs. I sent the IRS a check for two hundred million dollars. That amount was quite a bit more than my fare share of taxes would have been because of my philanthropic donations to children's hospitals and cancer research centers around the country. I sponsor three hundred worthy children with full-ride scholarships to colleges and universities around the country in addition to the scholarship that I directly underwrite through the fŗĩęñďş Çłųß. I had to look at the years that I had not paid my government anything and I felt that it was time that I did.     I had two boys that I needed to sit down with. They had come to BAW before spring break and I had let them settle in, now was the time to talk to them. You will remember that I was called to the ER at the medical center after Montias Mendelson was raped by his mother's boyfriend. He was wearing only the minimum of clothing that he was able to grab when the larger man dragged him by the hair and bodily threw the small boy out of the house. Crying and bleeding from the rectum Montias made his way to the convenience store on the corner near his house and asked the clerk to call for an ambulance.     After meeting Ms. Mendelson in the hospital room of her son I began an investigation which resulted in her arrest for child abuse, placing a minor in an environment conducive to physical harm and abuse, and, after I witnessed her strike the boy as he lay helpless in his hospital bed I added assault to the list, which I aggravated because of what she said in my presence. I arrested the boyfriend for eighty counts of ongoing child sexual abuse, forcible rape, child abuse, child endangerment, and four counts of failure to appear on felony DUI charges. As much as I wanted to add attempted murder against the man, I didn't have enough evidence to do so.     Montias moved into the east dorm at BAW and found himself feeling safe, well fed, warm, and comfortable for the first time in his short life. I learned that he had a fantasy to suck dicks since he was about eleven, but, out of fear of being beaten by an older boy, he was never able to do so until his mother dragged the current boyfriend into their house to live two years previously.     He watched the sex occurring in the dorm and felt at ease asking a boy if he could suck him. Montias found that he had plenty of takers and all of them sucked him in return. That was something new to the boy, and he loved it. He was afraid of anal sex and because of his recent surgery the doctor had told him to avoid that for several weeks.     Arturo Osequeda quickly found himself at home with his cousins, Andru and Alexio. The cousins had not known that Arturo was gay, nor did he know that his cousins from Mexico liked boys in that way. The cousins were quick to include the new family member in their circle of friends and Arturo found himself a boyfriend with a large cock that loved to give and take. I listened to Arturo and knew that he had his sights set on me and a pin. That is something that we will wait for, maybe at an orgy night toward the end of the school year.     I was visiting with the principal at Templeton High School in a non-interview on school time. Mr. Woods had expressed and interest in our school to his friend, Norman Ellis. Norman has been the principal of BAW for four years and he has asked for a break. He wanted to take a two year sabbatical. I have a pretty good read on Norm without using any of my extra powers. I sat back in my chair and took a large drink of my coffee and stared at my old friend. I call Norm an old friend even though we didn't really talk in highschool. He was two years older than I, but he was a regular at Charley's parties. He was a man pleaser, but seldom a bottom. We passed each other in the halls at school, but seldom ever nodded at the other. To have done that would have hurt Norm's image as the popular senior class president. I out stared the man until he spoke and I learned what was going on.     Nineteen year old Bobby Leavit was about to complete two years of college at the University of Arizona when he got the best news of his life. Bobby is one of our young lawyers, but as a university student he was not eligible to participate in the Courts Are Us program the previous year. He had been a part of the program in 2010, and had done quite well. I fact he had done so well that he included a video CD of the event with his application for admission as an undergraduate to Harvard with a goal of attending Harvard Law School-HLC- graduate school. Norman wanted to accompany his son/lover. He had arranged to add to his own education. He has a Ph.D. in Education, but a good educator never stops studying. I asked him if he was worried about Bobby finding someone else, he smiled and told me that I had the wrong idea.     Norman and Bobby are very much in love with each other, but they each thought that a change away from the family and the school might be good for them. They looked on the experience as an opportunity to find where their true strengths lie. I was very much in favor of the two getting their education, but I didn't like Norm chasing his little boy off to college. I am no judge of the heart, I think with a head that is a bit below my shoulders most of the time. Norm finally came around with a good argument, by his going to the school at the same time that Bobby would be attending then they could share housing and Bobby would not have to live in a dorm filled with homophobes and other haters of his gay lifestyle with his father. I had to give the pair my blessings. That left me with the need for another principal, a job that none of my other classroom instructors wanted. Mr. Woods wanted the job and he seemed well qualified. I will have to think about what will happen when Norm Ellis returns to BAW when that time comes around.     Mr. Woods and I walked from his office into the hall and witnessed the best reversed bullying that I have ever been able to watch in person. "You think that your letter jacket makes you some sort of king poop around here. Well let me tell you that you are poop, but not king. I scrape your kind from the bottom of my shoe and cast that waste into the garbage." Mr. Woods stepped forward to break up the confrontation when I placed a hand in front of him to stop him. I wanted to see how big the balls of the diminutive red haired, chubby boy with pimples hiding his face really were.     Cyrus Hill was not afraid of the larger jock that stood a full head taller and outweighed the small boy with muscles, not a paunchy belly. When Akin Harris raised his fist in a manner that suggested that he was going to hit Cyrus I grabbed his arm and held onto it. He turned on me and saw Mr. Woods standing next to me and almost peed his pants. I pushed the jock after Mr. Woods as we reentered his office with Cyrus close behind us. "Gentlemen, what went on out in that hall will not be tolerated," Mr. Woods began in a stern voice, "However, no physical contact was made so I am going to let you off with a warning.     "Do you have anything that you would like to add, Sir Chris?" I asked for a few minutes to speak with each boy, Mr. Woods asked Akin to step out for a moment which left me alone with Cyrus. I only spoke with the fifteen year old for a few moments, but I leaned volumes about him from his tortured mind. He has been the victim of many bullies for most of his life and Akin is his worst enemy. I planted a feel good fuzzy in his mind and gave him a business card as I invited him to tour Bradford Academy sometime soon.     Akin was a whole different type of boy than I expected. My heart hurt when I listened to his story. Akin fell in love with Cyrus in the third grade. To show that love would have made him appear to be a weak sissy, like everyone thought of Cyrus. As a self defense mechanism Akin bullied the smaller boy that he wanted for a close friend. Akin's bullying had an adverse affect on the boy that he loved; Cyrus turned to food to appease his anxieties. That food turned the boy into a chubby, pimple faced kid that ended up being teased by many of the other students. Akin actually thought that he was protecting Cyrus. He was the big, powerful jock that had the admiration of other in the school; they left Cyrus alone for Akin to torture as they kept themselves clean of any involvement.     Akin has a small brother that is a year younger than he. The brother suffers from cerebral palsy. Akin's family believes that the delivery doctor squeezed the baby brother's head with a pair of forceps during birth and brought on the debilitating malady. There has been no money for a lawsuit or for proper care for the boy. The brother lives his life in a wheelchair and has to be lifted in and out of it for almost everything in his life. Adding to the family's plight Akin's father fell at work and was confined to bed with a broken back that was not set properly at the small free clinic that he went too. The family has a fifteen year old car that Akin is now large enough to help his mother lift his brother into and he can fold the wheelchair to place it into the trunk. Akin's father was not able to get out with the family so the mother had to do all of the shopping and trips to the doctor with the two boys by herself. The car will no longer pass the state's emission tests and the tags will not be able to be renewed. That part I will fix at once. The father's misaligned back caused his breathing to be labored. One afternoon, a few weeks prior to my meeting with Akin, the mother was at the grocery store when her husband got into serious trouble and suffocated in his sleep.     I asked Mr. Woods to invite Cyrus to rejoin us and sat back in my chair to watch the two boys. Akin was stealing sideways glances at the smaller boy while Cyrus was keeping a watchful eye on his antagonist. I got inside their heads and set the stage for a friendship to develop then I asked the two boys to visit me for the evening. I had a plan in the back of my mind that I wasn't sure would work. If it did work then Cyrus's daily battles would cease and Akin would have the friendship that he always wanted. Sex was a different matter. I wasn't out to get the two boys into a sexual relationship, my only goal was for them to be friends. The two boys were given hall passes and told to go to their classes as Mr. Woods sat back and looked at me.     "You invited them to visit your school? Are you crazy, Akin will kill the boys there. That boy is dangerous and it is only a matter of time before he loses it and hurts somebody."     "Let me worry about that. I am a very good judge of people, especially teenage boy type people. I believe that there is an unrequited friendship just under the surface there and I am going to try to bring that about." I said goodbye to the job seeker and told him that the job was his whenever he wanted it. He smiled at me and thanked me all of the way to the front door of the building.     I knew that I would have a visit from two boys after they got out of their school so I sat in my office at BAW going over a few thousand things that Tyler needed to have me sign off on. I felt guilty when I saw the amount of work that had piled up and I apologized to Tyler as I tried to tell him that I would work harder to prevent a recurrence of the situation. At four o'clock I got a call from Mary. Mary is no longer in the employ of FIS, she is seventy years old and feels that it is time to get the stress out of her life. I was glad to find out that she works as a volunteer in the church offices each day. The thick, bullet proof glass that once separated the church staff from the visitor's area has been taken away and a friendlier counter has been installed. A sheet of Mithril glass is raised about eighteen inches above the counter top, but a panic button will drop the glass to the counter in an instant making the office an impregnable fortified area. On this day Mary called to tell me that Akin, Cyrus, and his mother, Mrs. Hill were in the reception room of the church. I asked Mary to show Mrs. Hill and the two boys the door across to the school and I headed out to meet with them as they walked across the track at the north end of the practice field where the boys had a rousing game of soccer going.     I watched the boys as I approached them and looked into their thoughts. Akin wanted to play and Cyrus wanted to play with the boys' toys. I chuckled as I walked up to the party and introduced myself to Mrs. Hill. I led the three of them into a classroom where Ed Keller was putting things away after a day of leading his students down the path of discovery and education. I introduced Ed to my guests and asked him to show us a bit of what he had been working on with the students that day. He turned to his desk and picked up his tablet PC. He pushed a few buttons and the large LED display screen came on with math formulas and student notes still on the screen. He explained how the students interact via their tablet PCs and how homework is submitted. I was messing with my own tablet and solved the math problem that was on the screen. Ed stopped in mid-word and stared at the screen. "Sir, that theorem has never been proven before." I told him that Andy had a project that was being held back some five years earlier. I love math and the opportunity to solve that equation was a brief mental exercise for me. I told Ed that I had solved the theorem then, but Andy had never submitted the solution to the scientific world. Ed wanted to share the solution at once. I told him to do whatever he needed to do.     I led my guests on into the main entrance of the east dorm and stopped dead in my tracks. Leo Fisher had his fist cocked and ready to fire directly into the face of my nephew, Rhys. I leaped across the floor and caught the fist directly in my face as I got between the two boys that had their blood lust on high. Leo saw what he had done and broke down in tears. The boys watching the fight unfold stood with their jaws dragging the floor as they waited for me to knock Leo into the next life. I wrapped my arms about the shaking boy and pulled his head against my chest as he cried. I told him over and over that everything was alright and that he was not in trouble for hitting me. I told him that I just got in the way of his flying fist. He giggled between his sobs as he fought for control of strained emotions. When at last he was able to stand on his own I stepped back and looked from him to Rhys. I knew the cause of their argument, it was minor boy stuff that had gotten away from them. I smiled at Leo and told him to go wash his face and straighten his clothes then get down to the cafeteria for dinner. I told all of the boys that had circled about to see to be in the seats of the common room right after dinner. I told Leo that I could not let the situation go, we have a no fighting rule that is strictly enforced.     I led my guests to the cafeteria and let them look at the hot food that was awaiting my hungry boys. I asked if they could stay and eat with us. Mrs. Hill told me that she needed to get the boys home so that she could get ready for a date with her fella. I was instantly hit with strong emotions from both mother and son. I sorted through what I had just felt and suggested that Mrs. Hill go on and keep her date and that I would take the boys home after they ate. I told her that I wanted to meet with Akin's family. She agreed. I told the boys to go through the line and select anything that they wanted and I would walk Mrs. Hill out to her car then return. On the way to the car I asked about the fella. Mrs. Hill started out with a lie, I quickly shut her down. "You have no idea to whom you are speaking. I know your every thought so therefore I know about the feelings that Donald has toward Cyrus. I know that your son is not safe around that homophobe as well as your daughter. Their thinking is showing itself in you.     "I have a school that your sixteen year old daughter can attend and have her baby in safety. I believe that we both know the name of the father and the danger that places the unborn child in. I will help your daughter as much as she wants and needs. If it is her desire to not see the baby then I work with agencies here in town that well take the baby and find it a good and stable home for it. If Cyrus asks me to let him attend this school I will ask you to sign the paperwork granting that desire. Am I understood?" The woman stood and looked at me for a long pregnant minute then nodded and told me that she thought that Cyrus would do well at the school and that he should start the next morning. Those were my thoughts as well.     Before I returned to the cafeteria and the two boys I stopped by the common room. Seated about the are were seven boys that had stood by expecting a fight between Leo and Rhys. I expressed my disappointment in the desires before I turned to the two participants. I informed them that their actions could end their attendance at the school, or at least have them face the marble box. I looked into their faces and saw the fear there and heard their hearts, they were sorry. Not sorry from fear of punishment, but sorry for letting their emotions get so hot that they were willing to strike each other. I knealt before them and held their hands as I told them that since they didn't hit each other that I would overlook it, this time. I leaned in and kissed each of them on the nose then walked over to the cafeteria to meet with Cyrus and Akin. I was happy to see them sitting together and talking as friends. I believe that they have reached a major turning point in their lives and they have only one way to go with their friendship, up. Sure, it could fail, but I had a good read on both of them and that has always proven to be solid. I sat down with them and asked them for their thoughts about the academy. Both of them had nothing but praise for what they had seen and both were eager to transfer to their education future as soon as possible. I looked at Akin and asked him if he was ready to speak with his mother about that change, he was.     The day promised to end with perfect weather so I decided to walk the two boys home. We stopped at the home of Cyrus first and said goodbye to each other. He promises to be a very strong asset to BAW in the way that he deports himself. His handshake is firm and dry and very masculine. I knew that his pudgy face and belly would quickly take care of themselves when he started to exercise with the other boys. His pimples would go away with a new diet, but I did worry about some scarring from the acne pustules that were on his tender cheeks. I felt the vibrations pass between the two boys, Cyrus had a major crush on Akin and Akin was actually in love with Cyrus. We will see how that romance plays out in the weeks to come.     The door swung open and a girl of fourteen rushed out to kiss Akin. The family resemblance between the girl and Cyrus was as unmistakable as the love that she had for the strong jock that stood before her. I looked at her deeply as I did a second evaluation, she was fourteen weeks pregnant with Akin's son. No one knew of her pending motherhood so I kept my mouth shut, but I knew that a volcano lived in that house and she would explode when her daughter gave her the news.     Akin and I talked as we walked on to his house, "I don't know if my mom will let me go to that school. She needs so much help with Wynn and…what is she going to say about me going to a school for gays?"     "Not all of the boys at Bradford Academy are gay. We have several boys that transferred there for our football program and for our curriculum. The students there have the highest grade averages in the state, actually in the United States, but I won't brag." I smiled at him and he smiled back. "You might also tell her that the school is closer than your current high school so you would be able to help her in the morning and be home earlier to help after school." He smiled and agreed to tell her that.     Wynn Harris is one cute kid. His health was not good, but he was a fighter that would not believe that the word "can't" applied to him. He wanted to try everything and pushed his frail body against the sides of the box, he wanted to break free. I wanted to spend time with him, if there was anyway that I could free that boy from his confines I was going to find it. When I entered Wynn's room I knew that the family had been to nothing but quack doctors that did not know what they were talking about. The boy's withered legs told me that he did not have cerebral palsy. I'm no doctor, but there were none of the symptoms of cerebral palsy. I had read about spinal muscular atrophy, or wasting palsy and I was almost sure that the twelve year old boy had very little time left to live. Wasting palsy is genetic and results in death of neuronal cells in the anterior horn of the spinal cord and subsequent system wide muscle wasting. Wynn was showing signs that his lungs were shutting down and I was sure that he would die within a few weeks.     I took Akin and his mother aside and explained what I was seeing and called for an ambulance. I wanted the boy in a hospital so that he could receive immediate relief with his breathing as I made arrangements to get him to Aqua Caliente. I called Dr. Tip and Dr. Will to meet me as soon as they could and I asked Dr. Tip to be the boy's doctor. I asked the dispatcher to have my SUV brought to the Harris house so that I could give Mrs. Harris and Akin a ride to the hospital. I asked Akin what Wynn liked to read or what games he liked. He showed me an old gameboy and a stack of games. I told him to slip the system and games into a backpack along with Wynn's toothbrush and a change of clothes to wear home.     Mrs. Harris was a wreck. This was just too soon after the loss of her husband and the thought of losing a child was almost overwhelming. I placed a hand on her shoulder and sent her good thoughts and feelings which calmed her down. Dr. Tip was waiting for us at the ER of the hospital. He went into an examining room and did his thing while I sat with the family. Dr. Will poked his head out and told me that I should prepare the family for bad news, I knew that. I probed the mother's mind as I sought the source of the disease. I almost ripped the arm off of the chair that I was sitting in when I learned a deep dark secret. Akin was born out of wedlock. His father was the most popular boy in school and his main claim to fame was how many girls he could go to bed with in one week. Of course he got what he wanted and left the future Mrs. Harris by the wayside. Mr. Harris was her half brother. He stepped in and told his family that the baby was his, even though the two kids had never slept together. The kids were forced out of their home and moved out. When Akin was born his mother was in a shelter for girls. She was afraid and alone so when her half brother visited her they ran away. They survived by their wits and food from dumpsters until she found herself pregnant again.     Spinal muscular atrophy is inherited in a defective gene from each parent. Both of the kids carried the bad gene and, as with close relatives marrying, the defect was passed on to their baby, Wynn. Akin sat with tears in his eyes, he had loved Mr. Harris and was proud to call him dad. Now his world was being shattered all over the place. He had not known that his dad was his uncle and that his mother was living an incestuous life.     Yuri, Cory, and Wes walked in and sat down to talk to me, there was no way that Yuri would be left behind from anything. They had arranged for a trip to the spring as soon as we could spirit Wynn away. Dr. Tip came over and told us that he worked with the staff and would have a room ready for Wynn in about thirty minutes. He took me aside and told me that if I could work my magic on the boy now would be the time, he would cover for us. I looked at Cory and Wes and told them to stand by. This time we would drive to the train. I was not comfortable with trying to change Wynn into anything but a healthy boy. Wynn was loaded into my Caddy without his wheelchair and his family was seated in the back for a quick, code red, trip up the mountain and on over to Aqua Caliente.     The Tsalagi brothers joined the Harris family and me at the train's head. Mike had Wes's box of herbs and oils with him and Cory's tea box. Ugitsiha had all three of the boys with her. Roddy had his arms around a battered and bleeding Cyrus. Cyrus told us that his mother's boyfriend went ballistic when Mrs. Hill told him that her son wanted to attend BAW. He said that no faggot step-son of his was going to live in his house. Cyrus told us that he ran to find me to help his sister, the boyfriend was raping her as their mother watched. I called dispatch to send uniformed police to the Hill residence and to enter on a no-knock entry, there was a child in danger.     Once the train set forth for the short trip over to Camp Christopher I filled everyone in on what I had found about Wynn's parentage. I informed them that only the Lord would be able to heal the years of genetic damage in the boy and that they needed to prepare themselves in prayer. All of us gathered in the center of the floor and knealt in prayer as Mrs. Harris sat back, not knowing what to do as we chanted in Tsalagi. So there you have it. Is your friction enhanced by my fiction? Tell me about it at fisherman@iname.com PREVIOUS    HOME    NEXT NIFTY needs your support to keep these pages going for your pleasure. Please donate any amount. You may use this link or donate direct to NIFTY to support their fine work. 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