We drove down
the gravel road to the ranch road. Dwayne was so emotionally torn
up by the whole scene he collapsed into my arms in heavy sobbing.
Dad stopped before we pulled onto the blacktop. He looked back
over his shoulder at the devastated young man I was trying to comfort.
ya’ did fine, boy. I’m proud a’ you!” Dad reached back and
placed his hand on Dwayne. Sidney did likewise and I could feel
their comfort radiating through my brother’s body. It was like a
wave of energy and love surrounded him, and he grew strong again.
He sat up and took their hands.
Was all he said. That’s all he had to say. Dad squeezed Dwayne’s hand
gently, dropped it and pulled onto the ranch road. We were on our
way; away from the evil that was embodied in Brad Dunbar.
“God,— I’m so
sorry, Mr. Longhorn. I don’t know if I can put chu’ though anymore of
his bullshit, Sir. I’m not sure if I can take anymore.”
have to on my watch, Son. I’m calling the son of a bitch when we
get home and tell’n him he can do his own Goddamn chores until yore’
momma gets back. Then she can sit down with the two of you and
settle this thing. You men just got in on the tail end of
it. Yore’ step-daddy and me,— we done had us some choice words
together,— right honcho?” Dad winked and grinned at Sidney.
“You wouldn’t a’
believed it, guys. Your dad is my new personal hero, Case.
You just may have to pack your bag and go home for me!” Sidney
“Yeah, my old
man has a way about him, Sidney. Can’t gainsay that. I’m
pretty damn proud of him for standing up to that monster.”
“What da’ ya’
think he’s gonna’ tell my mom, Mr. Longhorn, about your run in with
Distortions of the truth! It’s my word against his, except my
little buddy up here, your new brother, heard ever’ damn word,
but I wouldn’t put him in the position of having to tell yore’ momma
that her husband’s a damnable liar.”
won’t have to do that, Mr. Longhorn, to convince her you were
telling the truth and he’s lying.”
real big at my dad and winked at Dwayne and I. He reached in his
shirt pocket and flipped a small switch. Out of his shirt pocket
came a recorded playback of the entire conversation between my dad and
Colonel Jarhead. My dad almost shit his pants. He started laughing his
ass off and pounding the steering wheel with the palm of his right
hand. He pulled the Bronco over to the shoulder, put it in park,
set the break, turned and opened his big cowboy arms to Sidney.
Sidney didn’t hesitate for a second as my dad enfolded him and kissed
him a good one right on the mouth. Sidney didn’t hold back,
either. Dwayne and I got roaring hard watching them. He
felt me, I felt him and we giggled.
Longhorn!” Sidney said breathlessly, “Thank you, Sir! That was
mighty fine, but what was it for, Sir?”
“For being a
fuck’n genius, Son,— for being thoughtful enough, and having the balls
to do that. You just made my damn day, boy! You’re some
piece of work, Son, and I’m proud as Hell of ya’! I’m calling
yore’ daddy the minute we git home;— I’m telling him I’m a’ keep’n
you! He ain’t git’n you back! Hell, I’m proud of all three
of you men. Ya’ done good! You done jes’ like I told ju’ to.”
Dad was still
laughing, and shaking his head in disbelief as he took off again and we
headed for the Italian restaurant in our small town for Pizza. Dwayne
and I were laughing, too. Sidney was real smug and rightfully so.
We were all proud of him. We listened to the complete conversation on
the way, and I was all the more proud the way my dad stood up to that
worthless bastard; so was Dwayne. I think it was at that moment
Dwayne began to think of my old man as his second dad. That was
all right with me. There was enough love in my old man to share
him. Dwayne and I had no doubt from that evening on who my dad’s
number one fan was. Sidney was a man in love. He couldn’t have chosen
* * * * * * *
We decided to
eat the Pizza at the restaurant as it was about twelve miles back to
the ranch and it probably would’ve cooled down by the time we got
there. We had enough left over to take back with us for snacking
on later. We laughed and joked through our meal. Sidney’s
little trick got us in a party mood. It was still early evening when we
started out for home.
“It’s a damn
shame we didn’t get to finish our bird pen today.” I moaned.
“We can finish
up tomorrow, but it jes’ won’t be the same without our little
brother.” Dwayne said.
think your dad would let you stay over and spend another day with
us?” I asked.
brightened that we’d want him to stay over. I heard dad chuckle
under his breath. I could tell, he was pleased we wanted Sidney
“Won’t hurt none
to ask, but you sure I won’t be in the way?” I got his double
meaning and so did my brother. Dwayne nudged me with his elbow.
probably will, but we’ll work around ju.’” Sidney got my double meaning
in return and started laughing. My dad got it, too, and could barely
“Now, that was
bad, Case! That was really bad! Now, apologize to your
brother!” Dad shot to the back seat laughing his ass off.
“If it was so
damn bad, why the Hell are you laughing, old man?” That started
all of us up again. “I apologize, big brother,” I winked at Sidney, “I
meant no harm or disrespect. I’s jes’josh’n witcha.’”
to Dwayne!” Dad snapped at me. “Apologize to your brother up here in
the front seat!”
“I did!” I
said laughing at my dad. Dwayne and I fell together laughing and Sidney
guys,— what’s the joke?”
“Go ahead, big
brother,--- show him!” Dwayne urged Sidney.
hesitate. He wasn’t shy. He undid his Wranglers, pulled it out and
waved it at my old man.
sheee-it!” roared my dad. He almost wrecked the damn Bronco. “I
guess he is your big brother at that! Damn, Son, where’d ju’ git
a pecker like that? If’n that’s from yore’ old man, no
wonder ole Sticker’s been a wait’n on him to come around all these
years. Hell, I’d be standing in line, next, after Sticker pray’n for
sloppy seconds.” Dad laughed thoroughly enjoying his own bullshit.
“We were gonna’
come downstairs earlier and tell you it weren’t no little green snake
what was chasing us around upstairs.” I tossed of to my dad. He
was still laughing.
“I guess it
weren’t! It was a big ole snake!” he allowed.
We laughed and
joked the rest of the way home. It was almost a catharsis to the stress
we felt from going over to do Dwayne’s chores. It probably had a lot to
do with the relief of knowing we didn’t have to go back for a few
days. Dwayne and I didn’t mind doing chores, that’s just an
accepted part of living on a ranch, we just didn’t want to have to put
up with Colonel Jar-head’s bullshit. It was still early evening when we
arrived back at the ranch. The sun was beginning to set and the
sunset was spectacular. We went into the house and Sidney asked
to use our phone to call his dad. He dialed his number.
Wainright residence.” Sidney heard his big cowboy wrangler say.
Wiggins. How are you, Sir?”
“I be fine, Son,
how ya’ doing?”
“Having a great
time. The Longhorns have asked me to call and see if dad will let
me stay over and Mr. Longhorn will bring me home tomorrow
evening. We have some more work to do on their bird pen and they
need me, Sir.”
“Well, yore’ old
man’s in a pretty good mood this evening, he just might let chu.’ Let
git him for you.”
for a minute.
“Hey, Son,— you
having a good time?”
Dad. I’m having a wonderful time. I’ve fallen in love with my
brothers, but my main man is Mr. Longhorn. Ain’t another like
him, Dad.” Sidney laughed, but his dad didn’t need an
explanation. He knew and loved Vince Longhorn for a good while. “Did
Mr. Wiggins tell you they asked me to stay over to help complete their
bird pen tomorrow?”
“Yeah, he did,
Son. Glad to hear you like Dwayne and the Longhorns. They be fine
men. You can’t do no better’n them men for friends. I don’t see
any problem with you staying over, but lemme’ speak to Mr. Longhorn for
a minute, Son.”
Sidney called to
my dad to come to the phone. Dad walked in and winked at Sidney
as he took the phone from him.
Sid. How’re you and Sticker this evening?”
fine, Vince. We’re just relaxing and about to rustle up some
grub. You sure it’ll be okay for my boy to stay over tonight? He
won’t be any bother?”
That boy,— a bother? Not on your life, Sid. He’s got a
second home here anytime he wants it. To be honest, I don’t wanna’ give
him back.” Dad broke up laughing. Mr. Wainright knew he was
joking. “I’ll have to tell you and Sticker sometime the most wonderful,
damnest thing your kid did today that made my day, Sid. I’m still
laughing about it.”
“Oh, Dunbar and
I got into it. Nothing physical but a lot a’ posturing with
yelling and words. He wasn’t gonna’ let Dwayne come back with us,
but I assured him Dwayne would be going home with us. I told Dwayne it
was my word against Dunbar’s when it came to his mother. Sidney
told me no it weren’t and proceeded to flip on something in his pocket.
He had a miniature recorder in his pocket and he recorded the whole
damn thing. I almost wrecked the truck from laughing so hard at
We were several
feet away from dad and could hear Mr. Wainright laughing on the other
“Well, if you’re
sure it’ll be all right, Vince.”
“It’ll be fine.
We’ll git him home early tomorrow evening. We ain’t gonna’ go back over
there no more. I’m calling Dunbar this evening and telling him to
do his own Goddamn chores until Sadie gets back, then she can iron it
Vince. Well,— keep us informed. If there’s anything we can
do, jes’ holler.”
Sid. See ya’ll tomorrow evening. Say 'hello' to Sticker.”
“I will, Vince,
and thanks. Goodnight.”
Dad hung up the
phone and gave Sidney the thumbs up. He ran to dad, hugged and
kissed him on the cheek. Dwayne rolled his eyes at me and we
* * * * * * *
this is Vince Longhorn call’n.” My dad barked into the phone. “I
ain’t a’ gonna’ bring the boys back over there to do the chores no
more until Sadie gets back to sort things out. I ain’t gonna’
expose Dwayne, my boy or their guest to no more of your nonsense.
You can do your own Goddamn chores.”
Dad listened for
a minute and we could here the Colonel ranting and raving on the other
end, calling dad everything but a good man.
“I didn’t call
you to argue with ya,’ Dunbar. I certainly don’t give a big rat’s
ass what you think a’ me. I jes’ called to tell you the way it’s
gonna’ be until Sadie gets back. If you don’t like it, that’s
tough shit! You can take yore’ jarhead attitude and stick it where the
sun don’t shine for all I care. I hear tell you Marines kinda
like it that way anyway. If I have anything to say about it, that
boy won’t be goose-stepping to your tune much longer.”
Dad quietly hung
up the phone with the Colonel still ranting and raving on the other
end. The monster within him had run into an immovable, solid, block
wall; courtesy of my dad, Vincent Longhorn. Brad Dunbar’s voice was the
sound of a sociopath who didn’t get his way; the sound of the very
coldest, most calculatingly dangerous face of insanity.
* * * * * * *
In my junk room
was the biggest damn bed in the house. It must have been made for
either an exceptionally large person or a large couple. I measured it
one time and it was eight feet wide by ten feet long. I’ve seen
rooms that weren’t as big as that bed. In an old ranch house like
ours, each room was enormous with ten foot high ceilings. It would
easily fit into almost any bedroom in the house. Anyway, It would
sleep the three of us with room to spare. Dad and I never used it
much because it was just too damn hard to get sheets and covers for
it. We’d have to have some lady sew a couple of good sized sheets
together. We did have two sets and a couple of blankets to fit it
I think Sidney
was a bit apprehensive Dwayne and I would put him off in a room by
himself and we’d go off on our own. My brother and I had all
ready talked about it. We knew we couldn’t do that to our little
brother. He was so close to his fantasy of being with us, it
would’ve been cruel and unusual punishment to put him off by himself;
especially, after what he contributed to our day. We left the
choice up to him
brother,— what I done told ju’ at school the other day, Dwayne and I
meant. We weren’t blow’n smoke up yore’ butt; although, I’ll have
to say, it’ ‘ud be an awful pretty little butt to blow it up.”
Dwayne was rolling on the bed laughing. “We meant what we said,
bubba. You belong to us now. We belong to you. We
don’t wanna’ force nothing on nobody; especially, after what we been
through, so we be give’n you a choice. We have a separate bedroom
all made up you can stay in by yourself; however, you’re welcome to
share our bed if’n you wish. We must warn you, if you choose to
stay with us, you just may not wake in the morning a
virgin.” Dwayne and I watched as a huge smile crossed
Ya’ll really mean it, Case? Really, Dwayne?”
not-so-little brother.” Dwayne laughed and held his arms open for
Sidney. Dwayne was twice Sidney’s size. Sidney was in his big
bother’s arms in a flash. Dwayne was holding him and kissing
around on him. Sidney was moved to tears. Dwayne looked at
me and rolled his eyes in empathy. He’d been there himself not so long
ago.“Yes,— we really, really, mean it, little bubba. Now, will
you calm down.” Dwayne joked.
don’t stop him now! I’s jes’ really starting to enjoy watch’n his
little tail wag.” I laughed, Dwayne howled and shook his
head. Sidney left Dwayne and ran to my arms. He hugged and
“Your dad was
right, Case. You really are bad!” He laughed. “You’re jes’ like
your old man and I couldn’t love either of you more; except’n maybe I
love Dwayne jes’ a little bit more.” I sucked in air. He
got me good!
brother!” Dwayne laughed. “He’ll fit right in.”
dumb. He knew what the Hell we were up to. He took Sidney
aside to talked with him. Since the boy was entrusted to his
supervision and care for the evening he wanted to make damn sure Sidney
wasn’t getting himself into something he was unprepared for.
“You sure you
ain’t afraid of them two yahoos, Son?”
“God, no, Mr.
Longhorn. I love Casey and Dwayne. They’ve shown me more
love in school and today than any other men in my life, except my dad
and Mr. Wiggins. They’ve looked out for me at school when nobody else
would give me the time of day. I ain’t lying to you, Mr. Longhorn,
sometimes them two men were the only highlights of my day. School
ain’t no challenge for me, Sir. I sort of drift though it in a state of
somnambulistic ennui, bored out of my mind.” Dad got the ‘bored’
part, figured he’d fake the rest, and nodded his understanding.
“I go to school most of the time just so’s I can see Casey and Dwayne,
whether they ever say anything to me or not. They always do.
That’s just the way they are. I suspect I know where Casey gets it from
and I have an idea Dwayne’s real dad is a lot like you. They talk
with me and have always been kind and thoughtful to me. They’ve
included me in everything; so, have you, Mr. Longhorn. Can you
imagine what that means to someone like me, Sir? I’ve been alone
so long because most kids and even adults think I’m a damn freak.
It ain’t easy for me to have friends, Mr Longhorn. Casey and
Dwayne appreciate me for who I am. It’s all right with them if I’m
smart. They have other talents I don’t have that make us
equal. I have to be dead honest with you, Mr. Longhorn, I’ve fell
in love with you today, too. I never seen a man exhibit such
courage under a stressful situation as Mr. Dunbar put you under
today. It weren’t because of your kiss in the Bronco, Sir;
although, it did make me pee-pee get nice and hard, it was when I was
standing there watching you stand up to that monster. I thought
to myself, ‘Now, there’s a man! I only pray one day I can be half
the man he is.’
Well, what do
you think that did to my old man? It broke his old heart right in
two. He grabbed Sidney and held him for the longest time.
He stole a kiss or two then held him at arms length to look into his
“You’re as good
for them as they are for you, Sid. Go,— I know them boys. They’ll
take you by the hand and lead you across the threshold. They love
you, too, Son. By the way, boy,— if’n you ain’t noticed,— so do
I.” He smiled. “I told jur’ daddy tonight, you got a second home,
here, anytime you want it and I meant it!” That got my old man
another hug and a kiss.
I took my shower
with my dad as usual that night to help him and Dwayne invited our
little brother to share his shower. It never dawned on Dwayne and
I, Sidney didn’t fully understand why I took my shower with my
dad. He just thought it was something we did out of
tradition. He told Dwayne he thought it was wonderful we showered
together. Dwayne asked Sidney how much he knew about my dad. Sidney
told him he only knew from his dad and Mr. Wiggins he was a good man, a
fine cowboy and a hardworking, successful rancher. When Dwayne
Sidney about my dad in Vietnam and losing both his legs below the
knees, he wouldn’t believe him. Sidney didn’t even know my dad had
artificial legs. That’s how well my dad adapted to them. It
just never occurred to either Dwayne or I to tell him. That only
set my dad’s importance in Sidney’s heart as his personal hero all the
Sidney lost his virginity. Well,— at least to sharing a sexual
experience with another person; in our case, persons. Dwayne and
I were taken at how starved our little brother was for physical
affection. We couldn’t understand why. He was like a treasure
waiting to be found. Our brother had a better developed body than
either Dwayne or I. He was also a good looking young man. We let
him have free reign with us. We withheld nothing. We gave
to him and took from him. He did the same with us. We
played half the night and finally collapsed together in a peaceful
sleep with Sidney between us. I awoke during the night to see Sidney
petting Dwayne like he was a beloved object and awoke later to feel him
petting me. I reached back, gently grabbed his hand, pulled it up
to my mouth and kissed it. He let out a big sigh and promptly
went back to sleep.
* * * * *
Wainright, Senior was laughing as he walked back into the kitchen area
where Sticker was fixing their dinner. He just got off the phone with
Vince Longhorn and gave his son permission to stay the night with the
Longhorns. He was very pleased his boy made some important new
friends;— friends he and Sticker thought the world of and were
comfortable with their boy being with. It was the cook’s night
off. Sticker and Sidney like to get in the kitchen and play at
cooking. Sticker got better at it over the years and learned to
cook everything Sid like to eat. Tonight they were having prime
steaks, boiled new potatoes in lime-dill butter, baked zucchini with
Parmesan cheese, and a small salad.
Both men were in
the raw, except Sticker had an apron on to protect him from any hot
splatters from the grill. Sid opened a fine bottle of twelve year old
Robert Cakebread zinfandel to let it breathe for a while. While Sidney
believed in and practiced abstinence in most things he didn’t put
drinking a fine glass of wine in the same category as the other evils
of addiction. He considered a glass of wine with dinner down
right civilized. When the food was ready they sat down to eat by
candles Sid found in a cabinet. They toasted each other and
“Here’s to our
boy spreading his wings and learning to fly on his own.”
Logan.” Sticker agreed.
glasses and tasted the good, rich, full bodied wine. Sticker
marveled at its woody aftertaste and smooth fragrance. Sidney
fell in love with Cakebread wines several years ago while he, Sticker,
and Logan were making a tour of the California wine country. He
had several cases in the basement in a cool place. He would order a
couple of new cases per year to let sit until mature.
“I hope you
realize, our boy jes’ may not come home a virgin, Sid?”
“I’m a’ count’n
on it, cowboy.” He laughed at the pained expression on Sticker's
face. “The two of you will be in good company.”
“I don’t follow,
be no virgin, neither, after tonight.”
Sidney looked at
the handsome cowboy he’d been in love with for so long and could never
quite bring himself to jump the fence for. He smiled at Sticker.
don't be fool'n with me, Sidney! Don’t be a' tease'n me none,
neither. Ain't nice to be fun'n a big cowboy who cares about
chu' as much as old Sticker does.”
“I ain’t fun'n
witcha’ at all, cowboy! I'm git down serious. I'm ask'n ya'
real nice like,--- will you share
my bed with me this evening, Mr.
answered Sticker softly.
asked Sidney in surprise.
our lives is yours, Sid. I’ve lived with you in your home and
shared everything with you, even your son. I have no problem with that.
In you and Logan I found a home. I found love because I was needed, but
if we are to do this
thing, it must be on my terms. The only place that’s mine, is my
bed. If you come to my bed then you will, in effect, be giving
yourself to me. I don’t ask for your wealth or any more than you’ve all
ready lavishly bestowed upon me as your grateful employee. All
I’m asking for is you, my brother, nothing more. You must come to my
bed, Sid. ”
Sidney got tears
in his eyes picked up his wine glass and motioned for Sticker to pick
“I would be
humbled and honored, my brother, to come to your bed this evening or
every evening for the rest of our lives. All this stuff with Dwayne,
Vince and Casey, has made me realize what a lucky man I am. I’m not
talking about wealth or possessions. I’m talking about every day
living and loving the people around you. I thought back and tried to
remember when I first fell in love with you. I remember it like it was
yesterday. I shed a tear when Will served us iced tea in Mason
jars. You grabbed my arm in concern. At that moment, I knew
I wanted you in my life for the rest of my life. I didn’t know how,
other than to offer you a job as a wrangler for my kid, but it went way
beyond that, Sticker. I didn’t understand it at the time. I do
now and think I’ve finally come to my senses. Vince was right
this morning, I need to jump in the pool; as much for you as for me. I
wanna' jump in the pool with you, cowboy. I can’t imagine growing old
without you, Sticker. The thought is just too painful for me to
consider. We won’t always have our boy to bond us in common. This is
his first solo flight and soon he'll leave the nest. I want to
walk by your side, Sticker. I want you to walk by mine as you’ve
faithfully done for damn near twelve years. Yes,— it's with a
full and glad heart, I will humbly come to your bed, Mr. Wiggins, if
will have me.”
With that, the
two men toasted and ate their meal in a mystical silence that spoke
more to each other than words could ever convey. Later, Sidney
went to Sticker’s room and knocked on his door. He heard the big
man grant him enter. Sidney turned the knob and walked through
the door into the rest of his life. Their love was passionate but
clumsy the first time. Neither knew what to do but Sidney gave
Sticker control and he made the evening the most memorable night of
their lives. For a controlling man, like Sidney, to give himself
completely to the control of another man was a rush of excitement and
comfort he never found before. It made sense to Sidney to come to
Sticker’s bed. For a few moments in their crowded lives he could give
up the helm and let his beloved cowboy row the boat. Sidney never knew
he could feel such passion for anyone let alone another man. This
was no ordinary man he was losing himself in. The man was a fount
of unconditional love Sidney tested and tried for almost twelve years
and Sticker’s love never failed him or his son. He would not fail
his cowboy now.
And so they
slept in each other’s arms and dreamed the dreams of lovers, lost
in the embrace of each other’s bodies. How many nights had Sidney
lain awake wondering what it would feel like to have Sticker’s big,
cowboy, body laying next to him keeping him warm? How many nights
had Sticker lain awake imagining what it would be like to hold Sidney
close to him? Here they were, after satisfying each other, laying
peacefully together. Sticker stirred and pulled Sid closer to him.
Sidney whispered. Sticker answered by kissing Sid on his neck.
“Did you like the taste of my come?” Sid asked quietly.
his bushy moustache against Sidney’s neck in a sensual way.
“Yes, because it
was from you. It was from the body of the man I love. It was from
the man who chose to give himself to me. The thought of taking some
other man’s come isn’t too appealing to me, but I found yours quite to
my liking. It was even satisfying.”
Sidney paused to ponder. “For a minute there, I was beginning to think
I was becoming a pervert.”
Sticker asked quietly with a big grin on his face.
“Because I loved
the taste of your come.” Replied Sidney.
cowboy, ‘cause I’m a’ cook’n you up a fresh, hot batch a’
wrangler love even as we speak.” Sticker chuckled.
Sidney broke up
laughing at him. Sticker had a way of cutting to the bone with
his down home humor and approach to life.
“You think our
boy’s sandwiched in between them two fine looking young men,
tonight?” Sidney asked.
“If there’s a
God he is.” Sticker chuckled and kissed Sidney behind his
ear. Sidney rolled over in Sticker’s big, massive arms.
cowboy.” Sidney pleaded. “Hope them big, bull balls a’ yours gets
a real good scald on this batch,— I think I’m jes’‘bout ready for
seconds. Think it ‘ud hurry ‘um up some if’n I was to git down there
and make a little love to ‘um?”
might.” Grinned Sticker.
* * * * * * *
The next morning
our little brother was a changed man. It was like he shed his
cocoon of childhood and was waking up a young man. He woke up
laying next to his peers; his mates; his bonded brothers. He was,
at once, more focused and mature in his approach to everything.
Dwayne and I lay there, each with an arm thrown over him, essentially
pinning him to the bed with our love. He breathed deeply and let
it out in a contented sigh.
he spoke with conviction, “eat your fuck’n heart out!”
Dwayne and I
giggled. Sidney didn’t have to say anymore. We knew he enjoyed
himself. I excused myself and told them I had to go help my dad.
I explained to Sidney I had to help him every morning with his legs.
Sidney thought that was wonderful. I was surprised to find my old man
laying there awake in bed.
sunshine.” He smiled at me. “Good night last night?”
He patted the
edge of his bed for me to sit down.
Dad.” I said as I sat down. I saw his dick was rock hard
under the sheet. It looked like Barnum and Bailey had come to town. “We
got us plenty a’ time for an eyeopener if’n you’s feel’n generous
towards your starving son this morning.”
right!” He grinned at me. “Howsomever,— what man with half a
heart would say no to his starving son?” He mocked me.
I pulled back
the sheet and started making love to his shaft. I knew this was going
to be quick one. I could tell when my dad was ripe. It was sort
of like thumping a melon in the supermarket. I could tell from
the first taste of his dick approximately how long it would take me to
get him off. He was ripe this morning, but I had enough piss and
vinegar in me I was going to make him wait. I worked on his dick
and sucked him to the point I knew there would be no return and then I
stopped. After about the third time my old man was ready to turn
my insolent, adolescent butt over his knee and bust me good.
“Oh, Son,— don’t
make yore’ old man beg. He wants to give you his love so bad, it
‘ud be a damn shame to make him beg to give it to you.”
Dad, I’m just being an ornery kid. Please, Dad, give your starving boy
Well, I got an
extra heavy load of my old man’s love that morning. I enjoyed every
swallow of it, and it set the tone for my whole day. I made a mental
note to myself, never to tease my old man that way again. I
cleaned him up and helped him get his legs and his Wranglers on.
I brought him to a
stand and held him like I always did. I stole a couple of kisses
while he was getting his bearing.
for giving me your love.”
“What’s a dad
for, Son?” He smiled at me and gave me a kiss. When my old man
was right,— he was right!
* * * * * * *
We got busy and
got the roof on our bird pen. Sidney was a wizard at not only
creating the design for our project but with tools as well. I
thought building the structure out of two by fours would make it much
more sturdy. Sidney showed us how we could make it just as strong and
actually more attractive using two by threes. We had more of them
than two by fours anyway. He even designed an entry chamber that
would be fully surrounded by wire with a second door into the pen from
there. If a bird got out of the main pen it would be caught in the
entry chamber and easily returned to the main pen. We roofed the
sheltered portion with tar paper and some roll rock roofing material
that was left over from the barn addition.
It was water tight and
would provide a warm, dry shelter for roosting and nesting birds.
We took a break for a light lunch. We warmed up left over pizza
and dad made a salad. It was in the early afternoon when we finished
the final panel of bird wiring for the pen. It was done; ready
for our first birds. It was magnificent. The Indian people couldn’t
have been more proud of the Taj Mahal. Sidney was our hero and he
gratefully acknowledged his accolades. Now, all we had to do was figure
out what we wanted to try our hand at raising.
Dad hollered to
us to come to the house and clean up. He needed us to help with
dinner. He’d invited the Winchester’s over. He wanted
Spencer Winchester to hear Sidney’s plan. It was another one of
our equal opportunity dinners where everyone pitched in. They
were more fun that way. Sidney loved the idea and got into the
spirit of it.
arrived around six and we had everything ready. Dad barbecued
chicken on the grill out back and it was wonderful. Sidney and I were
responsible for the vegetables and we made fresh corn on the cob and
green beans with almonds. Dwayne made the salad. Donna Winchester
brought a grasshopper pie she made for dessert. There was enough
food for an army. Talk was lively around the dinner table. We had
always just talked with Spence before but Donna Winchester was so much
like family it didn’t seem to bother anyone talking openly in front of
her. We just assumed Spence shared everything with her anyway.
“So, young man,”
Spence spoke to Sidney, “it’s been sometime since your dad brought you
to see me last. I still had my practice in San Diego at
the time. That’s been a few years ago. How is your dad and
Sir. They spoke of you the other day and said they were going to
contact you and Mrs. Winchester and have you to dinner soon.”
“I’m sure we’d
enjoy that. Give them our best.”
“I will, Sir.”
“Vince tells me
you came up with a remarkable plan to stop the Colonel in his tracks.”
outline his plan for Mr. and Mrs. Winchester. He also added some
new thoughts he didn’t come up with yesterday. Dad was smiling at
Sidney like a proud papa. Sidney didn’t fail to notice his
“I know I’m
gonna’ have a hard time convincing my dad to let me participate in
this, but I want to very much. Dwayne and Casey have gone to bat
for me at school so many times I’d like to be a part of all this.
In a way, it’s the only way we can do it, because I’m the only one who
knows how to operate the software and the system. Dwayne and
Casey’s dreams were right. They need me to pull this off. If I’m going
to be the one monitoring the equipment from the bunkhouse we’re
probably going to have to let Uncle Frank and Uncle Curtis in on it and
get them to cooperate by leaving the property when the Colonel gives
them the weekend off. He’s going to want them away
from the property. I’ll have to leave that to my dad, because I’m
afraid Uncle Frank might want to take matters into his own hands.
I think my dad can reason with him and if so, their complicity might
work to our advantage. Also, Dwayne, I assume there are
electrical outlets in the barn?”
“I’d like to run
three hidden power cords to the low voltage transformers for the video
cameras. I don’t want to rely on their batteries. I’ve seen
it happen too many times, just when you’re ready to get a great shot
the damn battery runs out.”
“We’ve got two
twenty-five foot power cords and one fifty-footer around here we could
use.” I volunteered.
“Good. These are
all details we can work out as we go along. Another thing in our favor
is the bunkhouse is on the side of a hill looking down on the barn and
the rest of the ranch. An approach to the bunkhouse from the back
access road is possible without being detected; especially, at
night. With Casey and my cell phones we can be in constant
contact with you men and if something starts to go wrong we can call in
Spencer Winchester quietly, almost to himself. “The boys were right,
Vince. They knew if anyone could help them their little brother
could. I was never much for prophetic dreams before, but I’m
gonna’ have to do me some serious rethinking on that one. Have
you men thought about when you might be planning on pulling this
off?” Mr. Winchester asked the boys.
have to be within the next couple of weeks, because I don’t know how
much longer my Aunt Janeen’s got.” Dwayne said. “I’m afraid if he
convinces my mom not to let me stay with the Longhorns no more, he’ll
have me for the next couple of weekends, maybe more, depending on how
long she holds on. I know my mom is gonna’ wanna’ be with her as
much as possible until the end. I can take maybe one more time with him
knowing the end is in sight if we do this thing; however, if I have to
face three or four more weekends being tied up in the barn all weekend
and being abused by him, I’ll just run away. I’ll go find my
daddy and tell him what’s going on. I refuse to let myself be put
through that anymore. My anger is overcoming my misplaced sexual
Dwayne! ‘At’s damn good!” said my dad. “Son,— I can understand
you want’n to run tell yore’ daddy what the Colonel’s doing to you, but
I have to ask you a serious question. I want you to think about it
before you answer. Do you wanna’ have to go visit yore’ dad on
death row in prison?”
“God no! Of
course not, Mr. Longhorn! Why would you ask me a question like that?”
“‘Cause, Son, I
know yore’ daddy a Hell of a lot better’n you, and I know that cowboy
wouldn’t even bother to confront Colonel Jarhead. He’d git
his-self a gun and go blow his Goddamn brains out! I know Rance
Harding! Most times Rance is a peaceful, generous, good hearted, loving
man, but he’s not one you’d ever want pissed at chu.’ Take my
word for it, Son. I’ve seen that cowboy in action too many
times. If he thought for a minute his boy was being abused by
that asshole,— pardon me, Donna,— Colonel Jarhead’s life wouldn’t be
worth a plug nickel. He’d be a dead man before the sun set, I
Mr. Longhorn, I wouldn’t want that for my dad. I want him
around so someday I can be with him for at least a part of my life. I
love my old man, Mr. Longhorn.”
“I know you do,
Son, and that’s the reason I asked you that question. I didn’t do it
jes’ to be mean to ya.’ You know me better’n ‘nat by now. If it
comes down to you having to run away, you let Spencer or me know, and
we’ll find you a place to hide where no one will find you; I promise.”
Dwayne,” Mr. Winchester continued, “there’s folks in this community
who’ll hide you, and no one but me and Vince will know where you are.
Then we can go to Sadie and tell her what’s going on. The only
problem with that is, he may be able to oil his way out of it with no
more to go on than your accusations. Then there’s the question of
whether he’ll be tried in a military or civilian court. If he’s doing
it on the outside and gets caught it’s a civil matter. If he’s
just accused of something, that may fall under military
jurisdiction. If that’s the case, and it’s based on hearsay, that is
your word against his, he has a better than good chance of
beating it. That’s why Sidney’s plan is so appealing. It’s slick
and clean. It packs the maximum punch for the least trauma, and it
would put the Colonel away for a good while. He won’t be forcibly
seducing young marine recruits any more either. If you nail his ass to
the barn door, Son, think of the numbers of other young men you’d be
saving from a similar fate.”
you be able to set up the cameras and how long would it take?” My
dad asked Sidney.
an hour at the most.” replied Sidney, “We could do it one afternoon
next week, early, when Mrs. Dunbar was away shopping and the Colonel
wasn’t home from the base yet. If Mrs. Dunbar won’t be back until
Tuesday or Wednesday we could have the time in the early afternoon
before the Colonel gets home. If dad will get Uncle Frank and
Curtis to cooperate they could keep watch for me. If he came home
before I finished, they could get me out of the barn and back to the
bunkhouse before he discovers me. Mr. Wiggins could wait for me out by
the back access road. Once I got the system up, I can test it in
the bunkhouse with no problems. If everything checks out, we’d be
ready to go for the following weekend.”
Spencer Winchester spoke to him, “it’s going to be your job to talk to
your dad and Mr. Wiggins about this. If they want to meet with us
we’ll be happy to talk with them, and see what we can come up
with. All in all, young man, it sounds like a great plan.
Granted there maybe a few risks we haven’t considered, but I think
they’re probably minimal for what we hope to accomplish.”
* * * * * * *
left early because they knew we had little time to spend with our
brother before we had to take him home. Spencer Winchester was
convinced the plan would work and urged everyone to consider it. We
cleaned up the kitchen and it was about time to take Sidney home. It
was an hour or so before his curfew but dad thought it would be a good
gesture to have him home a little early. We had to agree.
We all got into the Bronco and headed for the Wainright mansion.
As we pulled into the compound and started up the main drive we saw
something hanging from one of the balconies that looked like a white
flag with something red splashed in the center. It looked a lot like
blood. Sidney suddenly went nuts laughing and clapping his hands
“My God, is that
blood on a sheet? Do you think everything’s all right in there?”
My dad asked concerned. Sidney was almost hysterical.
“No, no, Mr.
Longhorn, you don’t understand. It’s probably catsup. I told my dad and
Mr. Wiggins one night at dinner, it was an old Italian custom for
a bridegroom to hang the bloody sheet from the balcony of the room
where the marriage was consummated to prove his bride was, indeed, a
virgin. That’s their signal to me,— Mr. Wiggins is no longer a virgin.”
God!” My dad said with relieved conviction.
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