flew by. It was as if I was living in a dream; one of those
incredibly wonderful dreams where everything falls into place and the
world seems to operate at its best,— like it should, but usually
doesn’t. It becomes an oasis of time and memory in your
life; which, in your darkest moments you may revisit and recall the
feeling of goodness; a feeling of well being, to know that once in your
life, everything went your way for a change.
I roped with
every man there. My granddad kept looking at me and smiling,—
wondering to himself what I said or discussed with Mr. Sewell to make
him do such a turn-around that afternoon. Thurston was positively
glowing. It was like he woke up and came out of his cocoon a new
and wonderful critter. It was as if he had some magic pill given
to him to make him a new man. Every man there came to me at one
time or other and asked what went on between us, but I wouldn’t
tell. There were a couple of men I would tell,— but not until the
time was right.
o’clock, Gip announced to everyone supper would be served in about an
hour. Since we were still on kitchen duty, Gip rounded us
up about an hour earlier and we put our ponies and tack away.
Shortly thereafter, everyone else started putting their ponies away or
loading them into their trailers. Right after supper the men from
the Lazy 8 would be departing; so would Bubba and his boys.
of cold fried chicken, hot German potato salad which Titus and I
cleaned and cut the potatoes for, and cut green beans. Master
Waddie and little Gip made a huge pan of salad and they had all
different kinds of dressing sitting out. It was prepared in a
jiffy compared to breakfast or lunch, and no one had to stand over a
hot stove for long. It was just enough to send the visiting
cowboys on their way with a full stomach. Everyone was
grateful. During dinner my granddad stood and made a small speech.
to thank the sheriff, his family, his dad and his biker family for
their kindness and generosity to us during this holiday. Us men of the
Lazy 8 sore’ ‘nuff appreciate ya’ll inviting us to share yore’
holiday. We’re most grateful to you for offering us a place to
stay and for the wonderful food. It’s meant a great deal and has
contributed a lot to our comfort, pleasure and enjoyment over the last
three days. We also appreciate meeting new friends and
reacquainting ourselves with the love of our brothers we haven’t seen
in years. It’s truly been a joy and a blessing. So,— thanks,
gentlemen and ladies. We’ve had a wonderful time.”
applauded. Gip stood.
Mr. Sewell, Brett, Curt, Bubba, Vince and Seth,— it’s you good men who
have contributed to our pleasure and enjoyment this holiday. We enjoyed
having you visit and you’re welcome back anytime.”
here!” agreed all of Master Waddie’s family.
My granddad was
sitting next to me, and it was like he couldn’t get close enough.
Everyone was smiling and winking at me when my granddad wasn’t looking
causing me much embarrassment and a red face. Master Waddie was
enjoying it as much or more than any of them. Waddie, Gip, little
Gip, Waddie Buck, Bubba and his boys couldn’t have been happier
for me or my granddad for that matter. They just seemed to have
good feelings about the way the weekend went. My granddad talked
to me more about the job.
“You git ever’
other weekend off. We rotate men being away for the
weekend. When we have enough hands we usually rotate three
groups. We figure a man needs a couple of days per month to get
away from the ranch and get personal thing done. Paydays are the
first and fifteenth of the month. We used to pay once a month,
but it became a hardship on a lot of the cowboys.”
I listened to
every word my granddad spoke. I loved listening to him. He
wasn’t a chatterbox by any means, but when he said something you wanted
to listen to him, because he generally didn’t say much unless he
thought it was important. I found myself falling under my
granddad’s charm and wondered how a man who seemed to radiate a basic
goodness could have been such a monster to his boys; to have turned his
back on his own flesh and blood. All I knew was, I was going to miss
the gentle man sitting next to me.
* * * * * * *
It finally came
time for the men from the Lazy 8 to depart. There was much
lingering, final instructions, sincere handshakes, and the inevitable
hugs. Brett and Curt were thrilled I agreed to come work with
them and promised to take me under their wings. Thurston Sewell
got me aside. After we hugged and kissed he held me away from him and
looked deeply into my eyes.
“I have to know
how this all comes out. I know Curtis won’t keep in touch with
me. That jes’ ain’t his way. Besides, being out on the open
ranch all the time he don’t have much occasion. I’ll leave my
forwarding address with Brett and I appreciate it if you’d drop me a
note and let me know how you and Curtis are getting along.”
“You don’t have
to do that, Thurston. I know yore’ daddy, Thurston senior.
I worked on your ranch for my cousin Rance Harding for a month or so
for the last two years rounding up stock for Mr. Wiggin’s rough stock
company. I have your daddy’s address and telephone number.”
“Wait a minute,—
you know Sticker? You know Rance and my dad? Next you’re
gonna’ tell me you and Sidney Wainright is buddies.”
close to my daddy, Thurston,— but his boy Logan is my little
brother. He’s at home taking care of my daddy while I’m out
taking care of the things I need to do.”
shit! This jes’ keeps get’n better’n better. Poor Curtis
has no idea about all a’ this. You know what? It’s as is should
be. In my opinion he’s suffered long enough. You’re gonna’ be a
blessing to him like no other. I’ve always had a hard time with the
cowboy way, Casey,— learning to live and love unconditionally like what
that preacher done talked about this morning. It sure don’t come
easy for me. You asked me earlier if’n I was a real cowboy. I
told ju’ the truth, but not quite all the truth. I ain’t got no
problem keep’n things to myself and most all the other things being a
cowboy means; it’s jes’ I seem to be lacking in the understanding love
simply love Curtis and accept the love he could gimme,’ I was
greedy. I always wanted more. I don’t know why that should
be surprising, I never seemed to git enough love as a kid. I was
all the time trying to suck love out of folks rather than jes’ let ‘em
love me. It’s one of the main reasons I left home to go find my
way as a cowboy. Because I didn’t git the love I thought I needed
and wanted, I done told myself I’d go out and find if for myself.
I never did. I jes’ brought along my full set of worthless
baggage. I’ve carried it around on my back like a heavy burden
for too long. I guess you could say, I don’t travel light.”
We shared a laugh.
“All a’ this and
you have taught me a lesson. I have to go home to work with my
dad and my family. Lord knows, I was dreading it, but I ain’t no
more, Son. I’m going back a different man; not a great man, but a
better cowboy. I know in my heart, I have that option. It’s
like being born again. Not born again to a religion, but to life
itself. Curtis is all the time tell’n me about how he’s born
again to life and he finally understood what the true meaning of being
born again meant. I think, this afternoon, I finally come to
realize jes’ what he’s talk’n about.
Curtis can change,— by God,— so can I. I’m gonna’ go home to love
my dad and family,— but this time,— I’m a’ gonna’ let ‘em to love me
the way they want to; the way they need to; the way it’s most
comfortable for ‘em. I guess it boils down to,— if I really wanna’ to
be a cowboy,— I better damn well learn to accept it all and not jes’
the parts what works for me. I guess it’s true, when God closes
one door he usually opens another.”
We hugged and
kissed again. I don’t know how I could’ve effected Mr. Sewell
that profoundly; however, my daddy always taught me any action I take
might have profound repercussions in the future, so be careful what you
say and the way you treat people today,— they may treat you the same
to my granddad was the hardest, but I didn’t want him to see how much
he’d come to mean to me in a couple of days. I knew he was
feeling the same without fully understanding the reasons why. We
shook hands formally as he talked to me more about the job, and I asked
him a couple of questions. He didn’t seem to want to let go of my
hand. I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want to let go of his hand
either. It was a powerful moment not missed by any man there.
was nothing more to say. We just stood there and looked into each
other’s eyes. I felt like a deer caught in his headlights.
I was temporarily in suspended animation not knowing whether to say
something or bolt and run. I was stunned. I didn’t know how to
react. I didn’t know what to do,— but a wee small voice spoke to
me in my heart,— just like my Master told me it would,— one, small,
damnable tear leaked out of my eye and slowly began to run down my
cheek,— I grabbed my granddad to me, held him and kissed him gently on
his rough cheek. His beard was as heavy as mine.
“I’m sorry, Mr.
Langtry. I guess it ain’t proper-like to hug and kiss a man
what’s about to become yore’ boss. I didn’t mean no harm nor
disrespect. I ain’t got no good excuse, Sir. I jes’ did
what my heart told me ta’ do.”
My granddad held
me for a minute and the silence from everyone was thundering. He
gently returned my kiss on my cheek. He spoke quietly to me with
a shaky voice trying hard not to betray his true feelings.
“If’n you cowboy
the way you live the rest of your life, Son,— you’ll have no problems
on the Lazy 8 or with me as your boss. Don’t never apologize for
honest feelings;— but, lets leave the hug’n and a’ kiss’n for special
occasions.” He laughed and everyone, including me, laughed
with him. I blushed and promised him I would.
* * * * * * *
Bubba and his
boys were next to leave. I saw him and my granddad with their
heads together several times during the day talking seriously. I
knew in my heart Bubba wouldn’t betray my trust. He later told me
he was talking to Curtis about working for him the last two weeks in
September. It was the time the calves were rounded up, counted,
tagged, branded, and cut. He laughed and told me I could have all
the mountain oysters I could eat. I’ve eaten them several times,—
they ain’t too bad.
One of Dwayne
and my buddies was Mexican/American and we would eat at his house when
we were invited. We always loved to eat at Gabriel’s because his mom
was such a fantastic cook. She made wonderful authentic Mexican
dishes. One night she served chili made from calf
testicles. They were ground up like ground round so we probably
wouldn’t have know unless Mr. Sanchez told us. I think he did it
for shock value to see what our reaction would be. It didn’t shock
Dwayne and I. We were raised on ranches and we were game to try
anything once. We were glad we did, it was delicious. Mrs.
Sanchez didn’t speak much English, but she was pleased we liked her
Mr. Sanchez was
an iron worker in a mill not far from our town. He was a huge,
barrel-chested man, and at the time, his arms were bigger than Dwayne
and my thighs. As we grew and played sports we grew pretty big.
Mr. Sanchez would always sit at the head of the table. He would
smile real big and commend us for eating Mrs. Sanchez’s chili.
bueno! So,— you like mommacitas chili, huh? It be good for
you! Nothing better for growing young men than
calf-huevos. Make you grow big and strong,— like bull!! You
men eat up!” He’d flex his huge biceps muscle to the delight of
his eight kids. Dwayne and I were certainly impressed. We had
* * * * * * *
Bubba, Vince and
Seth Quee were the last to leave. Gip told us later it was like
he and his boys just didn’t want to go. Like his granddad before
him, Gip included many men and their families in his greater family.
Bubba and his boys were no exception; however, they were three of the
more easy folks for Gip to think on as family. He and Bubba had
formed a brotherly love and camaraderie over the years that ran deep;—
about thirteen inches on Bubba’s part.
including me was a little sad to see them go. All three men were
lively, concerned, full of fun and brought joy to everyone wherever
they went. They were welcome in many homes all over the state of
Texas. Bubba wouldn’t let me go until I promised I’d come spend a
weekend with him and his boys before I went to work at the ranch. Vince
and Seth Quee were thrilled when I accepted his invitation.
“T’ain’t fair a’
Gip to hog you all to himself for two months. I don’t give a shit
if’n he is the sheriff of this here county, he cain’t keep you
locked up like no prisoner.”
“I don’t think
he’d try, Bubba.” I responded innocently.
kidding?! You don’t know what I had to promise to get him to let
loose of you for one damn weekend.” Bubba roared with laughter.
kissed and he finally let me go when I promised faithfully I would come
spend a weekend with them at their ranch.
* * * * * * *
Vince and Seth left it was like the fizz went out of the soda. Most of
the rest of the evening was spent helping Gip and his family clean up.
Master Waddie and his family were making plans to leave the next
morning. I helped Gip, little Gip and Buck put the livestock away
and feed the ponies.
their goodnights and retired for the evening. They wanted to get
a good night’s sleep because, they would be up before dawn and on the
road as the sun came up. Master Waddie and I walked to the big
house and after saying goodnight to Gip and his family we slowly walked
to the double ‘R.’
there’s something I’ve been wondering about.”
“Well,— now that
you’re aware Mr. Titus wants to be your slave,— why ain’t chu’ never
invited him to be with us?”
“It occurred to
me you might like him to join us, but I can’t do that. It has
nothing to do with sharing you with him or him with you for that
matter. It’s jes’ not the way a relationship should begin between a
Master and his slave. I will take Titus to be my slave in my own
time and manner. It’s something a Master should not take lightly
on any level. Titus knows, and I sense he feels comfortable to
wait. He’s been patient with me this long,— he’ll be patient with me a
two men should only be shared on a one on one basis. I
couldn’t have shared my bonding with you with anyone else right
now other than my boy; however, as separate as your two loves are in my
mind I can share them equally. Never having bonded with Titus
other than as my brother, and never having shared anything intimate
with him, it would be awkward for him and me. You’ve come to know about
me and my ways, Titus ain’t yet. Do you understand?”
“I think so,
Sir. To be honest, I’ve grown to love and care for Mr.
Titus. I guess my question was based on what I told ju’ the other
night. I so desperately want to be welcome in your world after
you come together.”
“Rest your mind,
cowboy. You have to consider what you’ve done for us. I was
blind to Titus’ affections, but now I see. Titus and I will
forever be grateful to you for that. How could we not welcome you
and your family into our hearts? Jes’ ain’t natural for us not
to. Jes’ like yore’ daddy done,— I didn’t set out to take you for
my slave,— it jes’ happened. We know there was a guiding force
behind our bonding. Besides all that, over the years, I’ve come
to learn, a man don’t always have to be eternally
magnanimous. He should keep some things for himself. I have
no intention of sharing you with anyone this evening.”
understand that, Sir. To be honest, I really wouldn’t wanna’
share you tonight, either.”
time for sharing later on, buckaroo,— trust me.”
* * * * * * *
I did trust my
Master. I considered him part of my extended family, and as much
as I trusted my family back home,— I trusted Master Waddie completely.
We were silent for a while. I got him the last beer from my
fridge and cleaned his boots for him. He seemed to be really
mellow and relaxed. After I paid homage to his boots, he
invited me into his arms. I never missed a chance to be held by
him. (Still don’t.) We made a little love and he excused himself to
clean up. It wasn’t unusual for him to go first because, it sometimes
took me a little longer,— for obvious reasons.
When I returned
to the living room after cleaning myself, I was pleasantly surprised to
find my Master in all his leathers. For the last several nights
we slept in the raw together, but this was an extra treat I hadn’t
expected. I went to him, dropped to my knees and immediately
began to clean and pay homage to his handsome boots. Once again
he pulled me into his big arms and made love to me, all the time
playing with my freshly inserted plug. I knew this was going to
be a fine evening for our last.
It was strange,—
I wasn’t depressed or sad. How could I be? We won every
damn thing at the small rodeo and were the heroes of the weekend. I was
being held and made love to by an older but very hot man dressed in his
motorcycle leathers. I didn’t have time to be sad or
depressed. I was going to make the most of our last night
together, and I could sense he planned to do the same.
enjoyed wearing yore’ cowboy gear the other night when Gip joined us,
didn’t ju,’ honcho?” He smiled wickedly.
“Very much, Sir.”
“Weren’t to damn
shabby for my boy’n me, neither.” He grinned.
wear’n ‘em tonight?”
think of anything I’d like better, Sir.”
“Okay,— go git
chur’ gear,— but chu’ have to bring it back in here to put it on.
I want you facing away from me when you bend over to buckle them chaps
a’ yores.” He grinned, then threw back his handsome head
and laughed. His enthusiasm was infection. I could help
laugh with him.
man.” I said laughing at him.
“Got ‘tat right,
honcho! I wanna’ dee-rect shot of that plug in yore’ cowboy butt
when I watch you put them chaps on. S’all part of mystery of sex,
boy; however, to be fair,— whose eyes lit up a while ago when you
saw me in my leathers? What does that make you?”
“A dirty young
man?” I asked laughing.
“I’d say we make
a good pair, my handsome, cowboy, slave-boy.”
I went off to
get my gear, returned and took my good time dressing before him.
I could always gage Master Waddie’s response to me. His big dick would
be poking out the top of his cod piece winking at me. After I finished
I knelt before him again. I thought up a special way of begging
him to grant me the honor of cleaning his magnificent cod piece; and,—
should he find me worthy,— to allow me the further honor of removing it
for him. I really put my all into it, and he seemed pleased.
I didn’t want to
think about saying goodbye to this man who had come to mean so much to
me in such a short period of time. I knew in my heart if we both didn’t
have other obligations I would gladly spend what remaining days
Master Waddie had on this earth by his side. Fuck our age difference.
My cousin Rance was right,— love is were you find it; and most times,
it ain’t where you go looking for it.
* * * * * * *
After we had hot
sex a couple of times, Master Waddie ordered me to take off my cowboy
clothes and he removed his leathers. He wanted to sleep in the
raw with me for his last night. I couldn’t have agreed
more. It was wonderful sleeping next to the big man. Before we
went to sleep we made a pact we would say our ‘goodbyes’ in the double
‘R’ the next morning. I purposely set the coffee maker to go off
about thirty minutes early so I could suck my Master off one more time.
morning,— after we dressed, had a cup of coffee and were about ready to
go to the big house he took my into his arms.
“Is there any
words you need to hear from me, Son?”
I thought about
what he was asking and realized I knew what was in both our hearts. I
knew all the words and I knew all the answers as they applied to us. I
also knew he knew all my thoughts at the moment.
“None I need to
hear, Sir. There’s a couple I need to say.”
“Likewise on my
part, cowboy. You go first.”
“You know all
the words, too, Master. I jes’ want the love we shared and the
love we will always have between us to carry you into a wonderful love
filled future with Mr. Titus. I think it would be much harder to
let chu’ go if’n I thought you didn’t have someone who was gonna’ care
for and love you. Don’t know’s I could let chu’ go under them
circumstances; however, my daddy done taught me,— if’n you truly love
someone,— the greatest love you can have is to want happiness for
them. It’s with all the love in my heart,— I want that for you
“Don’t know’s I
could a’ put it any better, Son. I want the same for my cowboy,
slave-boy. I know you’re going on to some wonderful things, and
for that I’m grateful. Don’t know’s I could let chu’ go either
if’n I thought you was gonna’ be all alone and unloved. Hell, you
got more love around ju’ here than you could beat off with a stick in
both hands.” We laughed.
ain’t gonna’ be out a’ touch. Ain’t modern electronics
wonderful? I got me trusty lap-top, Mildred, in my saddlebags and
you got churs.’ I wanna’ hear from you at least once a
week. Let me know what’s going on and how things are progressing.
I fell in love
with you, cowboy. You know that. You fell in love with me. I know
that. We went a little further and bonded as Master and slave.
It’s one of the strongest bonds two men can have. I will always
own a part of you and there ain’t no doubt in my heart you will always
claim a part of me. It’s as it should be. Our coming together
weren’t no accident, neither. It was meant to be. Our parting was also
meant to be. Bottom line,— I love you, Casey,— I always will.”
“I love you,
too, Master Waddie.”
kissed and shed a couple of tears with each other. We were
satisfied we’d said our ‘goodbye’ to each other. It wasn’t as
hard as I thought it might be. I sort of felt like I did about my
dad. I knew when I left I would always have his love to return,
to and it was almost the same with Master Waddie. His was a love
I knew I could always count on. We pulled ourselves together and walked
arm in arm to the big house to help with breakfast.
* * * * * * *
to Master Waddie’s family wasn’t easy. I’d come to care about and love
each man as if he were a close personal family member.
That’s the way these men were. If you were welcomed by one, you
were welcomed by all. They had a powerful camaraderie that made
you feel comfortable and special to them. Other than Master
Waddie the hardest to say goodbye to was Titus. We had some long
conversations and had come to love each other as friends.
“You take care
of yourself, cowboy. I know you’re going to have a good time
playing cowboy with your granddad. I’ll be think’n ‘bout chu.’”
“You know I’ll
be think’n ‘bout chu,’ Mr. Titus. I know you’ll take good care of
our Master. I don’t think I could let him go if’n I didn’t know
he had such a wonderful man to take care of his needs. I’ll look
forward to seeing both of you, together, the next time we met. I
hope ya’ll come back through here on your way back and I get to see
will. We have in the past. Usually we don’t stay as long,
but we stop for several days. Thanks for everything, Casey.
If’n it wasn’t for you I don’t know’s Waddie would’ve ever come around.
You done us both a good thing. I’ll always think on you as my
kissed and shed a tear or two. We knew we were under the watchful
eye of our Master, but we didn’t care. Titus could tell him what
he wanted after they left.
I watched with
the sheriff and his family as the men drove down the gravel road to the
main highway. They waved as they turned and headed East; then,—
they were gone. I was standing with little Gip and Buck.
They both had an arm around me to comfort me like they were my
brothers. They had been so kind to accept me; not only as just a
hand but their cowboy brother. The sheriff and his family made me
feel welcome and wanted.
I returned to
the house with the family to see if there was anything I could help
them with. Most of the work was all ready done. They served breakfast
using paper plates; however, there was a few things I helped with. I’d
never been a part of a larger family, and I enjoyed the easy way in
which Gip’s family dealt with each other. There was almost no
arguing and everyone seemed to be genuinely interested in helping each
other. That had to come from Gip and Cindy’s attitudes.
They were always there if a neighbor or one of their kids needed
them, and they encouraged their kids to do the same.
It was Monday,
but Gip had the day off. Being Sheriff he could afford to take a
long holiday weekend without raising any eyebrows. Besides, if he
was needed, he was only a phone call away. He wasn’t kidding my
granddad or Bubba when he told them he had some work for me for several
weeks. He wanted to get started right away on a couple of projects he
needed to get done.
Gip, his boys
and I saddled our ponies and rode out into the pasture land of his
ranch. It was a big ranch because, Gip took in several ranches
around his since the folks passed away and had no one to leave them to,
or others fell on hard times and he bought them out. He had a
pretty good number of cattle and wanted to round them up for counting
We worked all
day and separated the sick animals from the herd and put them in a
corral. It was also going to be me, little Gip and Buck’s job to
round up the calves, tag them and cut most of them. Gip picked out a
couple he tagged he wanted for bulls. Most of the day was spent
showing me and his boys what he wanted done while he was at work. We
put in a pretty good days work, but there was more to do the following
We got back to
the barn, rubbed the ponies down and fed them. Little Gip and
Buck left to go to the house to clean up for dinner. Working with
the sheriff all day was a pleasure; not only because he was easy going
and a good man to work with, but he was also one hell of a sexy
cowboy. I think my dick stayed hard all day, and it wasn’t
behaving itself at the moment. We finished putting the tack away in his
“I don’t want
chu’ to git the wrong idea about staying here, Casey. I really do
need the help as you saw today. I promise, I won’t bother you or
let the boys bother you unless you invite one of us to your motorcoach.”
Sheriff. You ain’t that kind a’ man and you didn’t raise your
boys to be that a’ way neither. You’re welcome to the double ‘R’
anytime you can get away, but I’d appreciate the boys making a date
with me if they’re interested. I know little Gip is, but I ain’t
real sure about Waddie Buck.”
interested all right. He jes’ don’t let nobody know he is.
Besides, he’s looking for a cowboy what will take what the cowboy needs
from him. I don’t think he’s real sure about you. If you want him,
you’ll have to let him know. With little Gip,— hell, he’s an
equal opportunity lover.”
like Son, eh?” We laughed, “What would you say to something
“Like,— a blow
job right now,— here in the tack room,— before we get cleaned up for
Son? We been in the saddle all day, and I got pretty hot and
remember, I’ve had you that way before, Sheriff.”
“I won’t never
forgit it, cowboy. I shot my wad all over my daddy as he was
fuck’n you. Damn,— you got me hot jes’ a’ talk’n about it. Okay,— if’n
I smiled and
nodded. I didn’t have to ask twice. The sheriff was all ready
unbuckling his big rodeo belt buckle, undid his Wranglers and whipped
out his handsome, cowboy dick and big, low hanging balls. I fell
to my knees and took him into my mouth. If we weren’t in a hurry
I would’ve loved to suck his man-sweat off his big, bull-like
balls. They smelled so good I could’ve sucked them for an
hour. I could smell his clean, strong, powerful masculine odors,
the leather of his chaps and the intoxicating smell of the leather in
the tack room as I proceeded to clean under the sheriff’s considerable
foreskin. His wonderful flavors burst into my mouth like an
aphrodisiac and only made me want him more.
It didn’t take
me long to get him off. I think Gip was as ready for me to take
him as I was to receive him. He exploded into my mouth a full
days worth of hot, cowboy come. I greedily sucked it out of him
and swallowed every bit. I skinned him back, sucked and cleaned
the head of his big dick and all around his foreskin, getting the last
bit of his come. He had a strong, wild, cowboy taste. His
come tasted like he looked,— strong and hardy.
“You want me to
do you now, cowboy? I’ll be happy to.”
I jes’ wanted to catch for you. We can do it some other time when
we’re alone together like we done the other night. That was
pretty fantastic, Sir.”
“I’ll say it
was. Ain’t had me a night like that in a long time. I hope
we have a couple more together before you go off to work at the ranch.”
“I hope so, too,
Sheriff. Jes’ remember,— anytime you can get away,— you’re
welcome to the double ‘R.’”
I gently put his
dick back into his Wranglers, he did up his pants, buckled his belt,
grabbed me to him, threw his big arms around me and kissed me deep and
hard. He explored my mouth enjoying the taste of his own
come. The more he kissed me the more excited I got until I
couldn’t hold it any more. I could feel myself building up toward
climax. Gip could feel it, too, but he wouldn’t let me go.
Sure enough, I shot in my Wranglers. He felt me ejaculating and
moaned deeply in his throat as he held me even tighter. He
continued to kiss me until he was satisfied I emptied my balls.
He gently broke off his kissed, stole a couple more and smiled at me.
“I turn you on
that much, Son?”
“I jes’ hope I
can wash a load of clothes in your washer.” I laughed looking
down at the wet spot forming at my crotch.
“Bring ‘em up to
the house with you when you come for supper. I’ll show you where
the washer and dryer is. You’re welcome to use ‘em, anytime.”
Sheriff, I’d appreciated that.”
We stole another
kiss and soon parted, but before we did Gip looked at me funny.
“Ya’ know, I
ain’t never really appreciated being called ‘sheriff’ until you
insisted on calling me that. It takes on a whole new meaning when
you say it, cowboy. I like that,— but you can call me Gip some
times, too.” He smiled. I knew what he was talking about.
that, Sheriff, and I will.” I told him.
* * * * * * *
It was a short
walk for me to the double ‘R’ from the first barn. I went in and
got cleaned up, put on some fresh clothes, cleaned my boots a bit and
headed to the front house to see if there was anything I could do to
help with supper. Cindy and her girls had everything ready.
Since I brought
some clothes to wash, Cindy showed me how to operate the washer and how
much soap to use. She told me not to worry about soap,— they’d
provide that. My small amount of wash wasn’t going to break them
financially. She did, however, let me know I was on my own as far
as washing and drying. I was welcome to use the washer and dryer, but
she expected me to do my own laundry. Seemed fair to me.
I no sooner got
my laundry going when Cindy announced supper was ready. We all gathered
around the table, joined hands, Gip said a short prayer of thanks, and
we sat down to a wonderful meal; one of many wonderful meals I shared
with Gip’s family over the coming years.
* * * * * * *
That evening I
called my dad again. I was in touch with my little brother almost
every day by e-mail, and he would check into my head every other
evening or so hoping I’d let him experience a little sex with Master
Waddie. I did a couple of times, but Logan always came so quickly
he’d get frustrated after that and tune out. He laughed and told
me he didn’t know how I could take the big man hour after hour. I
told him it was very relaxing.
The phone rang
at home. Dad answered.
“Hey, Dad,— it’s
“Howdy, Son, I’s
jes’ think’n ‘bout chu.’ Ah, hell,— I’m all the time think’n
about chu.’ How you doing, boy?”
“I’m doing jes’
fine, Dad. I’m in a small West Texas town called Chapel
Creek. I’m staying with the sheriff of the county and his
family. His name is Gip Claymore and he’s Mr. Claymore’s
son. I was think’n about going to the Prescott rodeo with Mr.
Yates and his partner, but Mr. Claymore begged me to come to Chapel
Creek, his hometown, and partner with him at their Fourth of July
rodeo. We won everything, Dad, and I won first place calf roping.”
That’s really great, Son! I’m proud of you.”
“That’s what Mr.
Claymore said you’d say. I hoped you would be. He’s gone on with his
family on his bike run. They left early this morning. The sheriff
asked me to stay on a couple of weeks to help him and his boys on his
ranch. He said there’s several good size local rodeos around the
area he wants to go to on the weekends and have me rope with him and
his boys. They’re really nice folks. You’d like Sheriff
Claymore, Dad, he’s a fine man. His wife is real nice, too.
They have two daughters who are really nice looking ladies.”
you’re having a good time. I’m glad you are, but just remember,
Son, to call home once in a while to let me hear from you. It
means a lot jes’ to hear your voice. God, I miss you, Son.
I guess you don’t realize how much someone means to you until
they’re away from you.”
Dad. I miss you, too, but I’m not gone. I wish you were
here with me right now. How’s my little bother treat’n you?”
“Like I was a
king. He’s a good boy,— I love him,— but he ain’t you, Son.”
“I know. I
think about you all the time, Dad. I promise I’ll keep in touch.”
“And, I promise
not to lay a heavy trip on you ever’ time you call. I jes’ wanted
you to know how much you mean to me and how much I care about you,
“Believe it or
not, Dad, this trip is proving to be an eyeopener for me. I’m
coming to realize more and more how much you mean to me, too. I always
appreciated how much you meant to me,— it’s jes,’— I guess I always
took your love for granted. You were jes’ always there to love
me. Don’t worry none, Dad, you ain’t gonna’ lose your boy.”
“That’s good to
hear. That makes my old heart glad. Look,— you have a good
time, Son. I’m glad you’re meet’n some fine folks, and I’m real
proud of your accomplishments. Give my best to Sheriff Claymore and his
family for me.”
“I will, Dad,
and thanks. Say ‘hello’ to my brothers for me.”
Son. Goodnight. Thanks for calling. I love you.”
Dad. I love you, too.”
I hung up and
sat there and cried. It would be the first night I spent by
myself in two weeks. I really began to feel alone. I missed my
dad. I wrote a short e-mail to Dwayne and sent it. Then I wrote a
little longer one to little bit and sent it. After that, I felt
pretty tired. We’d been in and out of the saddle all day.
We only stopped for a while at noon for some sandwiches and iced tea
Cindy made for us to take along.
I decided to go
to bed. I cleaned myself out of habit. I wasn’t going to plug my
ass, but I remembered the nights when I didn’t, I couldn’t get to
sleep; so, I decided to hell with it, I’d just plug it and get a good
night’s sleep. I had a feeling I was going to need it. I
imagined working with little Gip and Buck the next day was going to be
a ball buster. I laid down in my bed. It wasn’t a large
bed, but by myself, it seemed huge without my Master’s big body laying
next to me. I wasn’t going to shed a tear,— I would be happy for him
and his new slave and I was,— but what the hell,— just one would might
make me feel a little better. I indulged myself for a minute.
quickly from my brief bout with loss and self pity. It was then I
noticed everything was deathly quiet. It was a silence you could
feel. The kind of moment which would make the hairs standup on
your arms and goose bumps to appear. It was a warm, mid-summer’s night
and I had my window on the coach open for ventilation. Usually you can
hear occasional animal sounds around the ranch; however,— everything
was dead quiet; it was as if everything stood still waiting for
something to happen. The air was hot, humid and sticky; like just
before the sky turns yellow, then black, and you hear a roar that
sounds like a thousand jet engines revving up as a Texas twister forms
out of nowhere and barrels down on you; however,— this wasn’t tornado
season. That’s usually in the early spring,— April, May, or early
June at the latest.
Then, I felt
it. I was no longer alone in the double ‘R.’ There was
another ‘presence’ with me. I knew enough from my little brother
and some of his experiences not to be afraid; however, I couldn’t help
feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A shiver went
up my spine, over my head and spread out in all directions across my
scalp. It was a unique feeling to say the least. I sat up
in bed and looked around, but I couldn’t see anything. I knew I’d
locked the door to the double ‘R’ right after the sheriff left. I
decided to try to communicate with whatever it was.
“I know you’re
here.” I said softly without fear in my voice, “I can feel
you. You know I can feel you. If you want to make yourself
known to me, don’t be afraid,— I’m not.”
for several minutes and then a shape formed at the foot of my bed. I
could see a vague outline of the torso of a man in military fatigues
and a helmet. I couldn’t make out his face. The upper
portion of his body formed, but he had no lower portion. He had
no feet. He looked at me for a moment, and put his right hand out
toward me. I slowly reached as if to respond, but he drew back as
if in fear of something, uttered a deep ‘uuuuuuh,’ turned and quickly
floated out of my bedroom. I got up to follow, but the apparition was
That night,— in
my sleep,— he came to me again. I could see him a little better,
but I still couldn’t see his face. I couldn’t tell who he was or what
he wanted. I told him the same thing in my dream,— not to be afraid, my
brothers come to me many times in my mind and share my dreams. He
reached out his hand to me once more. I reached for him,— but
again, he vanished.
* * * * * * *
I woke the next
morning with a full ass and an equally full heart. No matter who
or what my visitor was, he imparted to me a great feeling like there
was a blue bird on my shoulder. I found myself whistling
“Zippity-do-da” in the shower I felt so good.
Gip had to
return to his regular job being sheriff. He was at breakfast in
his uniform, and he was a knockout. It was all I could do to keep from
staring at him and drooling like and idiot. I think he knew. He’d
sneak a glance at me from time to time and grin real big. I’d
blush like a school boy. He wasn’t the only one at the table who
knew. Cindy had a pleasant, self-satisfied smile on her face all
through breakfast. If what Master Waddie told me about Gip was
true, I figured she must have gotten the b’jesus fucked out of her last
The day was as I
predicted. It was a lot of hard work; however, nothing could
touch me I felt so good. The work was first magnitude cowboying,
but I didn’t care. I figured it would be good training for me for
what I might encounter working for my granddad.
I thought Gip’s
boys would quickly tire and start goofing off after a while, but
neither one did. The three of us worked as a team and got a lot
done. We took a break at noon and ate the sandwiches Cindy made
for us and drank a big thermos of iced tea. We worked just as
hard the rest of the afternoon until we looked up an saw the sheriff
riding his big, black stallion stud towards us. Gip took a look at the
work we got done and whistled.
“Damn,— you men
been doing some work. Proud of ya.’ Now,— ya’ll gather up
yore’ stuff and ride on back with me to the barn. You men need to
git cleaned up. Yore’ momma’s gonna’ have dinner ready directly.”
Gip winked at
me, and I got his message. He just included me as one of his
boys. He had a charming and somewhat disarming way about him to
let you know his affection; almost, as wonderful as his dad.
* * * * * * *
The days began
to pass quickly. It was the same routine almost everyday, but
there was something comforting about knowing you had a job to do and
you were getting it done with men you enjoyed being around. For
all the work we got done we weren’t beyond clowning around and having
fun with each other. Gip didn’t seem to care. He thought it
was good for us on a hot July day, to knock off in the afternoon from
time to time and take a dip in the creek.
That was a real
eyeopener for little Gip and Buck. I guess their dad didn’t care
tales about the size of my dick. As hard as they tried to be
polite, they couldn’t keep from sneaking glances at me. After a
while they got use to me, and we had a good time together. I did
notice Waddie Buck started being a lot more attentive to me, and asked
me some pretty personal questions. Little Gip was always his same
old self,— nothing much phased him. If a man had a bigger dick
than his it was okay with him. He was secure with his
masculinity, and the size of a man’s cock didn’t make a difference.
evening I was wondering if Gip would go to prayer meeting with his
family. I was invited, but graciously declined. I told them
I had a lot of e-mails to answer, and I needed to return a couple of
phone calls. Cindy grinned but didn’t say anything. After
supper, I didn’t waste any time returning to the double ‘R’ to clean
myself and insert my plug,— just in case.
I walked out of
the bathroom with my robe on when there came a small knock on the
door. I smiled to myself knowing who it must be. I opened
the door and there was the sheriff in his Western clothes with his
chaps draped over his shoulder. He was a handsome site. Gip
was a true man of the West and looked every inch a cowboy. He
took his job of being sheriff of his community very seriously, but he
also took his persona of a cowboy just as seriously.
“Well,— you did
say I was welcome anytime.” He smiled shyly.
“Of course you
are, and I meant it. Git chur’ ass on in here, Sir.” I
laughed at him. He grinned from ear to ear and came in.
Gip didn’t wait
for any further invitations. He put his arms around me and pulled
me up close to him. He looked into my eyes and kissed me long,
deep and hard. I could feel his manhood growing in his Wranglers
and I knew he must be able to feel mine. He let me go, took
my robe off of me and threw it onto my couch. He looked me up and
down and smiled at my erection.
“I was a’ hope’n
this old cowboy could might turn you on this evening. Now,— let’s
try that again.”
Once again he
enfolded his big cowboy arms around me and proceeded to kiss me
again. This time it was a gentle kiss; a kiss of kindred
feelings, affection, and brotherhood. I found myself returning
his passion with equal verve. I could smell his maleness and the
strong leather smell from his chaps he had draped over his
shoulder. They were cool against my body as he held me. All this
sensuality made my dick harder than ever. How could I not be
attracted and aroused by such a man? We finally broke off our
I need a really good hard ride’n this evening. Think you could
strap your chaps and spurs on and give your old cayuse the ride’n he
“I’ll do my
damnedest, cowboy. Ain’t never had nobody ask me something like
that afore. Look!”
He looked down
at his Wranglers which were sticking straight out from his crotch like
there was a tent pole in his pants. We shared a laugh.
“We better git
that damn thing out a’ there before it breaks in two.” I kidded
“Lead the way,
buckaroo.” He commanded.
the sheriff off with his boots and clothes. Actually, it was more
like we were ripping them off of him as we traveled the short distance
to my bedroom. We decided we didn’t want to take the time to put
on our cowboy gear to have sex. We wanted to get down to the
nitty-gritty as soon as possible. It seemed like Gip couldn’t
wait to get his dick into me as quick as he possible could. I
knew I couldn’t didn’t want to take the time either. I wanted all
of his big cowboy dick inside me muy pronto.
We made a little
perfunctory love for a few minutes; however, Gip could tell I wanted
him inside me as badly as he wanted to feel his dick up my ass.
Neither of us wanted to delay a moment longer. He quickly popped
my plug out, and immediately replaced it with his fine, cowboy
cock. He didn’t just slam it into me. It was almost like he was
feeding my second mouth the finest meal it had in a while. It was
the only meal it received since my Master left.
Gip and I had
unhurried sex. He took me like the gentleman cowboy he was.
We didn’t have a lot of time, but the quality of his sex made up for
the lack of quantity. I was so used to having lots of sex with my
Master for two weeks, the couple of nights without it seemed like I
found myself in the middle of a desert with no horse. The sheriff
was a welcome oasis. We lay there afterward talking quietly.
“Thanks for that
good fuck, cowboy.”
Gip. I should be the one thanking you. That was some mighty
fine fuck’n, Sheriff.” We shared a laugh.
us turn around and suck each other off like we done last time.”
“You sure I
ain’t too big for you, Sheriff?”
“I took you
pretty good last time. Hell,— if’n I can take ole Bubba, I shore’
as hell can take you.”
I laughed at his
enthusiasm. That’s the way Gip was. He didn’t do anything
unless it was with full dedication. He didn’t know what ‘halfway’
meant. I switched around and took him in my mouth. I explored
under his foreskin and got the lingering flavors of his come from
fucking me. I didn’t think he’d be able to come again so
soon. I was wrong. He was going after my ole dick like a
hound dog after coon. He was feeling pert-damn good and I knew I
better increase my efforts if I was going to get him off about the same
time. I didn’t have to worry too much.
All of a sudden
I heard Gip groan deeply and his cock began to swell bigger in my
throat. I knew he was near. I couldn’t hold back my
ejaculation any longer and gently squeezed his thigh to let him
know. The minute my come hit the back of his throat he erupted
into my mouth another volley of his hot, cowboy come. Damn he
tasted good,— just like a good looking, cowboy sheriff should.
After cleaning each other good with our mouths we rolled away from each
other exhausted. I sort of chuckled to myself.
laugh’n ‘bout, cowboy?”
“I jes’ cain’t
imagine you taking care of your wife this evening after this.”
“Oh, hell,— this
was jes’ a warm up for me. I really enjoy what we do, but
it really turns me on for sex with Cindy. We’d been slowing down
for a while. After last week with you and my dad, we had us a
session like we ain’t had since we was first married. Ju’ notice
how happy she was for several days afterward and how attentive she was
to you and my dad?”
Master Waddie commented on it, and I have ‘ta admit I noticed,
too.” I smiled at him.
“I was gonna’
ask you to stay anyway, but Cindy spoke up and told me she sure hoped I
did ask you. She said you needed her and me right now; said you
needed a family to relate to through all this with your granddaddy. She
didn’t add anything else, but she giggled like a school girl who jes’
got her first kiss.”
We shared a
remarkable woman, Sheriff. You’re really lucky to have her for a
“I really am,
Son, and we want chu’ to feel like family. I know you done told
me you wanted to give me something for space rent and boarding your
pony, but you really don’t have to.”
I jes’ wouldn’t feel right about it otherwise.”
Look, Son, you
do enough work around here to pay for everything. I don’t expect
you to work if’n you come stay with us on your weekends off; but,
knowing you, any job that needs doing around here, you’re the first one
there to start. Don’t know what you done to them two boys a’
mine, but they idolize you. I ain’t been able to get that much
work out of them in a long time.”
“Awh, we jes’
have a good time. We work hard, but we take breaks in the heat of
the day and cool off down by the creek.”
good. I don’t never want one a’ you men to get heat stress, and
it can happen out there real quick. If’n one a’ you gits to
feeling a bit woozy or light headed like yore’ gonna’ throw up,— knock
off for a while, git in the shade and cool off. Watch them damn
cows,— hell, they’s smart enough to know to git out of the heat.”
again. It was about time for him to leave. We knew his
family would be returning soon.
“Has one of the
boys said anything to you about,— ?” He asked.
think for a minute,— would ju’ want me to tell them boys what we done
Gip smiled real
big. He knew what I was getting at.
cowboy. Fair enough. Hell,— I’ll know anyway. Them
boys cain’t keep much from their old man. I always know when they
been mess’n ‘round with each other,— for days after, they cain’t do
enough for one another. Cindy knows, too, and laughs her ass off
when we’re in private.”
Gip grabbed me
and pulled me to him again. He was about to leave and once again
had his old, working chaps thrown over his shoulder. He smelled
so good I started getting hard again.
“Now, cut that
out! You’re gonna’ git us into trouble again.” He laughed
“Cain’t help it,
Sheriff. Damn you smell powerful good.”
“So do you,
cowboy,— by the way, thanks for that blow job in the barn the other
afternoon. That was a unexpected but welcome surprise.”
Sheriff. Count on more of ‘em.” I grinned at him.
kissed and he was out the door. Damn, I felt good. Life was
going my way. My ass was freshly fucked, I had a belly full of
hot cowboy, sheriff cream, and I had a song in my heart. I could
easily handle a little sex with the sheriff from time to time.
Gip Claymore was one sexy, fucking cowboy, and I didn’t mind serving it
up hot to him any damn time he wanted it. Playing catcher for him
was pert-damn exciting, too.
I inserted by
plug again, and wondered what I was going to do working on the Lazy 8
without it? How would I ever get to sleep? A wee small
voice in my head was laughing.
kidding? Your ass is gonna’ be dragging after the first
day. You’ll probably be so damn tired you could sleep in the
“How are you,
sweetheart?” I projected to little bit. “I felt you when I was
git’n fucked by the sheriff. What’d ju’ think?”
right, he’s hot. He sure did feel good up your butt. Fucked
chu’ pert-damn good, too.”
We shared a
“Gip would shit
if he knew I let my little brother come along for the ride.”
“Maybe not,— he
seems like a really laid back kind a’ man.” Said little bit.
“So, how you
been, Darlin’?” I asked him.
laying here freshly fucked, too. I swear your old man gets better
ever’ damn time he fucks me.”
“Yeah, he used
to laugh at me ‘cause I told him the same thing.”
“I was about to
go to sleep, but I thought I’d send out a feeler and check in on
you. Your time schedule is different from ours, and I didn’t know
where I’d find you.”
“You couldn’t a’
check in at a better moment,— with my ass full of cowboy, sheriff
dick. Wow, is he a hot fuck! He’s almost as good as his old
man. With a couple more years on him he will be, I’m sure.”
I laughed in my mind and heard Logan chuckle in response. “I
called dad the other night,— the same night I e-mailed ju.’ I
told him where I was, and I was going to work for the sheriff for a
while. You think he’s wise to anything?”
“No,— he’s about
the same. I’m trying hard not to show anything I know. I
can’t believe you’re going to work for your granddad who is actually
working for you. What a hoot! I’ll bet that doesn’t happen
very often.” Logan laughed.
little bit,— I think it was meant for you tell me about them
stocks. It seems like I’ve been guided on my journey since I met
Master Waddie. It’s almost eerie. I’ll have to say, things
weren’t going too well until I met Master Waddie and his family in that
filling station in Tucson. Now it seems like the pieces are
falling together like the final pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle.”
“I think you
have, too. I have no doubt I was meant to be here where I am
right now, and to be honest, I think this time away from your old man
is making him appreciate you in a new light. He always talked and
thought about you as his little boy before. I think he’s letting
that go. I sense he’s beginning to see you as a mature young man whom
he’s going to have to reckon with no matter what your choices are in
life. I haven’t gotten into his head because I respect him way
too much for that; however, I sense he’s probably been thinking
you might be trying to find your granddad.”
“Well, I know
you and Dwayne won’t tell him nothing. I know Cousin Rance knows
what I’m up to, but I’d trust him with my life. He won’t tell dad
nothing. I have to tell you something, little brother.”
last I was visited by someone or something. He was also in my
dreams like he’s trying to talk to me; trying to communicate; trying to
tell me something. Each time he was dressed in military fatigues
and a helmet. I couldn’t see his face. Have you ever had anything
like that happen to you?”
“Yeah, a number
of times. It’s usually a lost, uneasy or frightened spirit who
feels your sensitivity. I’ve helped several. Don’t be afraid of
them. I know your power well enough to know you can cut ‘em off with no
problem. You’re as good as Dwayne now at shutting me out. I
haven’t quite figured that out yet. Don’t know’s I really want
to. I’m actually thrilled and amazed you two developed the
ability on your own. Even more amazing was Dwayne learned how
first and taught you how. You two rocked me on my heels. I had to
learn how to block out certain voices early on because, I heard
so many uneasy spirits. My mind was like a damn party line. They
can’t take over your mind. Some would very much like to, they’ll
try’n scare you to death, but they can’t take over.
That’s how I
contacted Sticker. I was just a baby, no more’n three or
four. One night I found myself in a dark place in my mind, and I
was being cornered by uneasy spirits. They were saying all sorts of
outrageous things to me, knowing I was just a small child. They
were not nice people in life and they weren’t any better as spirits
after they died. They would scare the hell out of me. They made
me feel terribly alone and afraid. Sticker don’t know it, but he
has some pretty powerful, undeveloped mental abilities. Many
nights he goes roaming in his sleep. It’s almost like he’s
mentally sleep walking. I’ve caught him out and about several
He was out
roaming one night when I was little. I was so scared I damn near shit
my bed. I felt his strength, love and healthy, good spirit out of
all the souls out there and called to him. He came to me, held
me, talked to me, comforted me, told me not to be afraid, he was there
to help me, he wouldn’t let them hurt me, and he would never leave me.
He never has. Sticker ain’t aware of it, but he still comes to my
rescue from time to time. I’ve even gotten him out of a couple of
hairy nightmares.” Logan chuckled.
“Once I learned
how to filter out the chaff, things got considerably
easier. I still help a troubled spirit from time to time if they
ain’t obnoxious. I try to help them realize they’re dead, and tell them
they have to cross over. Many jes’ ain’t aware they’re
dead. They refuse to believe it. If you’re gentle with them,
they’ll trust you, come to you and sometimes you can help them.”
“So, you think
it might be a spirit trying to contact me?”
“Most likely, or
there’s one other possibility. Maybe our friend Griz, the bear-man is
trying to contact you and he ain’t strong enough; however, after you
introduced us, I talk to him a couple of times a week. He checks
in on me, or I check in on him. I even let him feel your daddy fuck me
one night. He loved it. I felt it when Griz shot out of that huge dick
of his. Fuck, it’s three times the feeling we’d get even at our
size. I shot so damn much, I broke a blood vessel and bled in my
come. Scared yore’ daddy to death; he thought he’d hurt me or I’d
hurt myself. It’s like me’n Griz came twice. I cain’t wait to meet
him. You want him to contact you?”
“Sure,— if’n he
wants to. I don’t think it would be Griz because he never was in the
military. You told him anything about what’s going on with me?”
“Yeah, I didn’t
think you’d mind. He helped you quite a bit in Tucson. He’s
concerned about you in a good way. He’s a good man, Case.
There’s much more to him than we’ll probably ever know. He jes’ might
be the man to ask about your visitor.”
a’ that. I know there’s a lot more to Gris than we can see on the
surface, that’s fer’ shore,’ little brother. I’ve hear’d stories
about him what would make your skin crawl. Tell him to drop by my
mind first chance he gits, I’d like to run my story by him. Right
now,— I’d better git on to sleep, darlin.’ Got another big day of
cowboying tomorrow. I love you and really appreciate what chu’ be
doing for me’n my old man.”
Case. It ain’t no chore, ‘at’s fer damn sure. I wouldn’t be
making the grades I am if’n it weren’t for your old man. ‘Sides,— you
know how I feel about chu,’ Dwayne, his dad and especially your
dad. Them two men is like second dads to me. I couldn’t
love ‘em more. You take care and holler if’n you get into any
brother.” Logan signed off.
I lay there for
a while erasing my mind of everything so I could fall asleep, but
again, there was no air movement nor any sound outside or inside the
coach. Everything became deathly still. I didn’t open my
eyes this time. I just lay there and felt the ‘presence’ of my visitor
again. This time I recognized him; his presence was familiar. I
recognized him from the time before. I cleared my mind and opened it so
he might communicate with me. There was no response. My visitor
wasn’t trying to speak to me in my mind. My hand was laying out
across the bed on top of the sheet. I felt something, someone,— a hand
perhaps,— cool, yet somehow warm,— take hold of mine.
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