Him Who Made The Seven Stars
Dancing Day ~
'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be
free, 'tis the gift to come down where we ought to be, and
when we find ourselves in the place just right, t'will be in
the valley of love and delight. When true simplicity is
gain'd, to bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd, to turn, turn
will be our delight 'till by turning, turning we come round
right. ~ A Shaker hymn attributed to Elder Joseph Brackett.
The day came to an end and the orchestra members began to return
through the gate to depart from Uncle Tom's Cabin in The
Woodlands. Billy had an envelope for each with their usual
scale-pay with extra for the two Byrd men for their heroic efforts
to learn a difficult piece of music in such a short time. They
couldn't have been more pleased and happy. Billy challenged their
musical abilities, and they delivered. They were happy for him and
proud of themselves for pleasing Billy and the audience. The
extended Byrd family couldn't thank Billy enough for allowing them
to accompany their performing members. The Byrd men were the stars
for the afternoon and drank in their new fame like a rare old wine
which was greatly appreciated.
The members of the orchestra told him they were available anytime
he needed them. Their concert season with the Houston Philharmonic
wouldn't begin again until the fall, and until then, they had to
work other menial jobs just to make ends meet. The money they
earned from the Saturday afternoon concerts helped considerably.
Billy told them he wouldn't promise, but if the second DVD did as
well as the first, they could expect another check in the mail.
They were happy and encouraged with the prospect.
Baby Byrd expressed a special thanks for restoring her family's
health to them. She volunteered to come if they needed an extra
violin player. She would expect no pay. The joy of the afternoon
and helping would be enough pay for her. Billy told her she would
always be paid for her talent, and he promised he would be in
Everyone remarked how realistic the saucer entrance was, but
suspected human intervention when they recognized the Strauss
fanfare. They wanted to know how the men staged such an elaborate
production. Billy laughed and assured them he had no idea how they
did it, but he emphasized they should never underestimate the
creative impulse of a cowboy. He promised them he was as surprised
and overwhelmed by his neighbor's entrance with the Breedlove's
long lost son and brother as they were.
Last to leave was Clara Mae Bastiaen. She was almost in tears
saying goodbye to Billy, but she really broke down when she gave
Daffy and Chloe a big hug and a kiss. "Miss Clara, if you've
nothing better to do next Saturday, give me a call. If you have a
chamber piece for oboe, flute, violins, viola, cello, bass, with
or without keyboard, get the music to us early in the week, and
we'll be ready for you. We're always looking for good chamber
music to play for our people. Let's think about getting together a
baroque orchestra with recorders and do a couple of the
Brandenburgs," Billy said.
"That would be wonderful, Master Billy, I'll certainly consider
it. It gives me something to think about and a hope for the
future. I must admit, I have such a wonderful, relaxed time here
at the ranch, and I do so enjoy Daffy and Chloe. I love dogs, but
after my last wonderful companion passed away, it almost ripped my
heart out; I swore never to have another," Clara lamented.
"I understand, Miss Clara. I share your love for animals," Billy
conveyed his sympathy, "But if you don't mind me say'n so, you
have so much love inside which you could be sharing with another
fine animal friend. I'd be willing to bet, if your last companion
could speak to you beyond the grave they would tell you the same,"
"Perhaps you're right, Master Billy, but it will take me a while
longer. The more I'm around Daffy and Chloe the more I share the
same feeling," she replied.
They said their heartfelt goodbyes and Miss Clara Mae walked
through the gate.
* * * * * * *
The Breedloves and their family were inseparable. One or the other
had their arm around Stan or Cletus. Stan and Cletus shared with
them the miraculous story of Billy tracking them down in Northern
Oregon through the Boudreaux family and how Billy and his men
healed and corrected Cletus' condition. Stan was thrilled to see
his dad, Pete, and even more thrilled to hear his dad divorced his
mother and was doing well. Stan never communicated so freely with
his family before, and it was a wonderful, deeply moving
experience for him. Pete and Leon didn't try to hide their growing
affections for each other and Stan was amused to see his dad
holding Leon's hand or whispering something to him and stealing a
kiss at the same time. He noticed they both were wearing a strange
looking ring that resemble a snaking figure made from white gold.
Stan couldn't get over how much younger the mature men in his
family looked, and he was pleased to hear his Granddad was
marrying Vox and Rox Humana. He laughed and told Cletus they were
the perfect match. His granddad found his piece of heaven on
Earth. He was also surprised to find out his youngest sister,
Sally, was now living with her granddad and planned to finish high
school under his protection; however, at the moment, she decided
to spend the summer with her aunt, and her aunt's lesbian partner
down in Harlingen, Texas. Elmer, Oatie, and Pete laughed when they
told Stan, his mother Janice weren't none too pleased to find out
about it, but she knew if she raised a ruckus and pushed the
matter, the old judge in town would prevent her from seeing her
"I guess Janice and my older sister are gonna' find out sooner or
later, I'm back. I don't mean her no disrespect, Dad, but I don't
plan to give her the time of day; neither will I ever again refer
to her as 'my mother.' I will call her Janice or whatever name she
chooses to be known by," Stan said to Pete, "However, neither will
I tuck my tail between my legs and back down from her. If Cletus
and I are together, I will stand tall and introduce him to her as
my husband. I will take great delight in watching her face melt,"
Stan said firmly and everyone laughed with him.
"I don't think you got anything to worry about, Son. I rarely talk
with her myself anymore unless it's got something to do with the
girls. Since Sally Gooden decided she wanted to live with Dad and
Oatie, I'm giving them my support money for Sally for her last
year in high school. I'll help her as much as I can if she stays
away from them other two harpies, whose names shall not be
mentioned," Pete said and they laughed together.
"Does she know about you and Mr. Tollefson?" Stan asked and
"Oh, yeah. Hell, the whole damn town knows, but we don't care.
We's happy with each other. We worked at the same feed-lot ever'
damn day for going on five years now and got to know each other
pretty good. Leon stirred something in my loins from the first day
I met him, and he's partly responsible for me making a great
change in my life. It all come to a head the day Sally Gooden was
shot, and the day after Janice accused me of having a crush on
Leon, I asked him if he found me to his liking, would he allow me
to court him? To my great pleasure and honor, he agreed. What's it
been, Leon? A month?" Pete asked his friend.
"'Bout a month," Leon replied, "We just got our engagement rings
last weekend," he added.
"You can't keep nothing secret in this damn town. If you's seen
having breakfast or lunch with the same cowboy more'n two times in
a week, rumors spread fast and furious you's a couple; and, if you
both wear the same funny looking rings, it clinches it. Janice got
nasty wiff' me the day Sally was shot in the courthouse and
accused me of having a 'boyfriend.' Rather than denying it, I got
angry with her, and I told her the truth. I told her it was my
plan, I was gonna' ask Leon to marry me if'n he'd have me; he's a
damn fine cowboy and too damn good looking to let him get away,"
Pete said and roared with laughter.
"And have you asked him?" Stan asked.
"Why you think we wear the same funny looking rings?" Pete asked
as he and Leon showed him their rings, "We drove to a fine
silversmith's shop in Lampasas we done heard about who owns a
ranch with his mate of thirty years. He makes spurs, boot
ornaments, belt buckles, fancy show horse tack, and saddle
adornments. He showed us the rings he made for him and his mate
and we wanted a set just like 'um. They's two more rings just like
these what interlock with them. These is just the engagement
half," Pete explained.
Stan was impressed, "Are you men gonna' jump the broom tomorrow
with the others?" Stan asked.
"We talked about it, but we decided to wait a while. Master Billy
just done refurbished his dad and gave my partner the whole
enhancement-enchilada yesterday. Leon ain't even grow'd his wings
yet. We's staying the night at the Bull's house so's him, Oatie,
and Jethro can tend Leon when he grows his wings. We decided to
wait a while. Leon's dad needs time to get used to some new ideas
about things. God knows, we do, too.
"We's planning on joining Master Billy's Grange co-op for the
Tollefson's ranch and look after his dad until he can manage on
his own. With the watcher's help, we don't see that as being too
long. We don't know what living arrangements we're gonna' make
yet, but we just decided to see how things work out. We can live
together with his pa as long as he's okay with Leon and me sharing
the same bed.
"Together, Leon and me can make a go of anything we undertake. The
future looks bright for us, and we ain't afraid. We got each
other," Pete declared like a young rooster crowing. "We even
talked about having kids together. His favorite watcher, Rusty, is
down for it," he added.
"You men can come live with us at the ranch until you decide what
you want to do?" Elmer said to Stan and Cletus.
"Thanks, Granddad, but I think we're gonna' stay with Bubba and
work for him. We'll be close and hope to visit," Stan replied.
"Standing before our family, gathered here this evening, Stan, I
want to apologize for not reaching out to you and offering you the
same protection I did Oatie. I was a blind, foolish old man not to
consider you might be suffering the same oppression Oatie did.
What you and your sisters were put through by your mother in the
name of religion was nothing short of child abuse; however, hind
sight on my part is no excuse, nor does it justify my lack of
compassion for you kids. In the name of some forgotten god, I'm
thankful I finally come to my senses, but shamefully learned my
lesson at your expense. I never considered you and Sally Goodun
might need the same safe-harbor as your brother from the horror of
Janice's hate-filled wrath," the big bull said and shed a few
Stan took Elmer into his arms and held his granddad. "Hesh up,
Granddad!" he admonished Elmer gently, "Ain't no need to re-chew
that old cud. The past is done and me and Cleet have been reborn.
We been given a second chance. Why shouldn't we cut you, my
brother, and my dad some slack. Forget about it, and let's us
"In keeping with that idea, I don't want to be known as 'Stan' no
more. My mother done gimme' that name, Stanley, and I always hated
it. I grew up think'n I was named after an old steam-engine car
what weren't needed no more. When my little buddy, Bobby
Andreeson, ran to my arms and told me his brother, Randy, done
give him a new name; a real honest-to-god cowboy name; and, he was
gonna' to be known as 'Pard' Andreeson from now on, it got me to
thinking -- why not? A new life deserves a new name.
"My adopted family, the Boudreauxs, called me by my other name,
David, and shortened it to 'Veed.' From this day forward, I want
to be known as David or 'Veed' Ami Breedlove-Abernathy. I'm
dropping the name 'Stanley' or Stan altogether, for reasons I
already covered," the new 'Veed Ami' announced. "I plan to
contract with Mr. McCormack to have my name legally changed," he
"Your family will be more'n happy to abide by your wishes, Son. As
unofficial head of our family, I declare you will be known from
this day forth as David 'Veed Ami' Breedlove-Abernathy," Elmer
proclaimed and everyone agreed with him; followed by many hugs and
kisses wishing him and Cleet well.
"I loved the bit about being our family's 'unofficial' head, old
man," Oatie mocked his granddad, "I think every man and lady in
this room would agree you 'are' the official head of our family,"
"Hear! Hear!" shouted Mick Flynn.
"Hosanna!" shouted Perry Reed.
"Hosanna, in the highest!" the rest of them responded.
"I didn't want to appear presumptuous," Elmer said sheepishly.
"Since when?" Oatie asked and fell into Jethro's arms laughing at
the look on his granddad's face.
"You still ain't too big or grow'd up for me to turn you over my
knee and take my belt to your fine cowboy butt, Son!" Elmer shot
back with an embarrassed grin on his face.
"Now, that's the head of our family I know and dearly love,
Granddad Bull," Oatie checked him and laughed harder, "You know
what happens ever' time you whip my ass?" Oatie said through his
"Yeah, you come all over me," Elmer said disgustedly. The rest of
the family joined Oatie in laughing with the bull of the hill
It was good the family was there when Leon's shoulders began to
hurt. They got him into the bedroom they fixed up and put him into
bed with his bonded watcher, Rusty, to drink some milk and help
him relax. Leon's dad was there. What before seemed like a
befuddled dream of Bigfoot monsters taking care of him and gently
caring for him when he messed himself or wanted to take a walk,
was now a reality.
They were always with him. On good, warm days they took him to the
river and bathed him in the cool water, but they didn't baby him.
They let him do as much as he could, but they weren't shy about
giving him a hand to clean the parts he couldn't reach or forgot
to wash. In a way, he became their little boy; their trust.
The big red watcher Leon named 'Rusty' seemed to be in charge of
the others and was always the most gentle and kind with him. Now
his mind was repaired, and Carl knew he wasn't hallucinating. The
big watcher was in the bed holding his boy who was about to become
a cowboy-angel. Could he have been so wrong about his boy all them
Carl Tollefson watched in awe as Oatie winged-up to gather enough
energy to make the cuts and instantly heal Leon's shoulder after
his wing nubs popped up. He was even more astounded when his old
high school pal, Elmer, and Oatie's slave, Jethro winged up to
give him more power to complete the task quicker. "How many of you
men are cowboy-angels?" he asked
Almost every hand went up, except Pete's. Carl didn't ask anymore
questions; however, he did have an epiphany of sorts. He figured,
if these men were half-ass-angels or maybe the real thing, and
they found no fault in his boy marrying one of the Breedlove boys,
then just maybe, his many misgivings and prejudices about such
people should be reconsidered.
He remembered the huge painful wedge he drove between himself and
his boy when he accused him of being a man's man. The worst part
was, there was nothing Leon or his friend did or said to give him
the idea they were actively engaged with each other in a sexual
relationship. They didn't have to. Carl could feel their love for
each other, and while he always wanted that kind of communication
with someone, he never found it; not even with his own wife.
After thinking about it for a good while, he boiled his stew down
to the essence: Carl was jealous his son found his bliss in life,
but he never did. It was his own fault. He always held back the
lion's share of himself and his emotions from those he was suppose
to love. Carl believed, to show someone love was a sign of
weakness and wasn't something a strong man should do. He was sick
the day that part of the cowboy-way was taught to them cowboys.
He missed the lesson about the strength love could provide a
strong man to make him even stronger. He thought to show any overt
affection to another person made him look weak and not in control.
Now he could feel the love growing between his boy and Pete
Breedlove like a prairie fire in the middle of summer. Their love
consumed everything and everyone around them.
He was somewhat confused, but he wasn't afraid. Carl visited the
Hell of losing his mental capabilities and didn't care to return
anytime soon. He began to connect his healing and refurbishment as
a direct result of his boy's love for him, and his growing
willingness to understand his son as a prize for his salvation.
Leon gave up his life as a cowboy on one of the biggest ranches in
Texas to return to the tiny town of Kooksville to take care of
him. If his boy could find a modicum of happiness among these
unusual cowboys, then he would make every effort to learn their
ways. Carl Tollefson made a vow to himself, he would never make
the same mistake again with his boy. He reckoned he suffered
enough guilt and shame for rejecting his son in such a cold,
mean-spirited, uncompassionate manner.
While he awkwardly tried to make amends for his words, the damage
was done, and he knew his son would carry his scar to his grave
with him. Carl began to see everything happening as a gift to him,
to possibly repair the gap between him and Leon. He decided, if
Leon loved and wanted to marry Pete Breedlove, he would gladly
give his only son to the cowboy. Still, he was very quiet and
stoic, but he smiled a lot more at the cowboy's nonsense.
* * * * * * *
It was getting late and the family wanted to get up early for the
following day's activities. Pete was staying in the other bed in
the room, with Leon and Rusty sharing the other. Oatie reassured
his dad it was a tradition, if a cowboy had a watcher-protector,
he would stay with him and feed him his milk to help his cowboy
make the sometimes painful transition.
They left the men and watcher alone, took Carl Tollefson, and
proceeded to the kitchen for one last hosanna cake and a bit of
herbal tea. They were going to put Carl in a bedroom by himself,
and two of the Tollefson's bear-boys, as Carl referred to the
watchers, would stay with him. They would sleep on the other bed.
He didn't realize he'd been drinking their milk for years to keep
him from progressing faster into the depths of Alzheimer disease;
however, once they hooked him up to the big one's teat, memories
came flooding back to him from the many times they shared
themselves and their love with him. Strange. He never considered
they were definitely male. The thought didn't keep him from
sucking his fill of the wonderful milk they produced.
Oatie looked at his granddad like he was pondering a question. The
old man knew him so well he laughed. "What? Go on ahead and ask,"
Jethro laughed and urged his father-in-law on. "Sic 'em, Master
Bull," Jethro urged.
Oatie sat and blushed.
"You wanna' know why Billy gave Leon the whole enchilada and not
Pete?" Elmer asked for him.
"Yes, sir?" Oatie asked shyly, like he wasn't sure he wanted to
"Think, Oatie! Billy done told us he didn't have a choice in the
matter. I don't think he set out to completely enhance Leon. It
t'weren't his intention. His bosses done over-rode him and told
him to. He done what they told him, but h'it don't take no rocket
scientist to figure out why. It's simple enough to me. I think
you're looking for deeper meanings concerning your dad, and that
ain't it a' tall, Son," Elmer said.
"Right-on, Brother! Testify, Master Bull!" Jethro exclaimed and
Oatie blushed like a school boy.
"Do you know, my faithful demon?" Oatie asked Jethro.
"Shore' I do, my good master," Jethro replied.
"Go ahead on, Son, tell your master," Elmer urged the big cowboy.
"Master Bull's right. You's look'n too hard. It's simple, Oatie.
Leon is a known, quantity. Yore' dad, ain't," Jethro said.
"Listen to your husband, Son!" the Bull exclaimed.
"Indirectly, Leon's been responsible for your dad's recovery from
his losses and despair. Pete never even considered making an
attempt to clean up his act until he started working at the
feed-lot along with Leon. They been there the longest of all them
cowboys what come and go, but they bonded long before it even come
to them they might. Pete hitched his wagon to a star; a good man.
He wants to be like Leon and adopted him as his role model;
likewise, yore' dad's got something Leon needs. Separately, they's
just two ordinary cow hands trying to live the cowboy-way and find
a bit of happiness for themselves, but together -- they could be
dynamite. Somebody out there knows it; they want them two cowboys
together, and they want Leon to be in charge -- at least, for a
while -- until they's sure Pete can sit in the driver's seat.
They's at least two other good reasons I can think of right off
the top of my head," Jethro said and Elmer 'Amened' his every
"I can't think of none. I just thought it was a matter of trust;
that is, I don't think they trust my dad," Oatie said sadly.
"From whence cometh your empathy for Pete all of a sudden?" the
Bull asked and grinned.
"Since he's been seeing Leon steady, and they agreed to an old
fashioned courtship," Oatie replied, "I think that's sweet and
just the right thing for them cowboys," he added.
"Exactly!" exclaimed his granddad, "We all wish them well, Pete in
particular, but he needs to be tested and tried. Leon will provide
that for him," he added.
"Couldn't a' put it no better ma'self, Master Bull. Well done,
sir," Jethro said, and the two big men laughed with each other.
"Answer me a question, Son?" Bull asked Oatie.
"Anything, Master Bull," Oatie replied.
"When are you the happiest?" Elmer asked.
Oatie mused for a moment and smiled, "After my slave pays homage
to his master's boots, I order him to rise, I take his cock ring
off, and take my husband into my arms. From that moment, until I
put it back on him again the next morning, I'm in heaven," Oatie
said and blushed like a school boy.
"Good to know. You and Jethro have found your bliss. Pete and Leon
are just getting started. It didn't just fall into place for you
and Jethro. You worked together, and you made a decision what was
the best you could have when you sent him to Billy. The time you
men spent apart made you both stand back, reconsider, and it gave
you time to grow. You come to realize how much better your life
was with each other, but you could have other interests outside
your bond," Elmer explained.
"I think what you're saying is, they need to seek a balance with
each other. They need to map out boundaries and define perimeters.
Wait! I'm beginning to get a picture," Oatie said and his face
"There is a god!" Jethro said quietly and broke Elmer up laughing.
"No, no! I'm serious. Leon will be like a refiner's fire for Pete
and extract the gold I know my dad is hiding. I wondered many
nights, alone in my bed, about Pete; how could the fruit have
fallen so far from the tree? No pun intended, Granddad. Maybe I's
just fool'n myself. Maybe it was wishful think'n on my part, but
for all his stumbling and bad choices in life, I never gave up
hope for my dad finding his way," Oatie said like he just
experienced a wonderful epiphany. "Them ancients know what they're
doing. I should just relax, sit back, and enjoy the show," he
added with a sigh.
"That would be my suggestion. You, Jethro?" Elmer asked.
"I agree completely, Master Bull. Now, c'moan, little one. Yore'
demon husband inside your handsome slave, has need of you," Jethro
growled, "He's pacing in his cage, roaring to get out, so's he can
cast off his yoke of bondage, and shake your foundation; he will
shake your highlands and your dry-lands, and move you to your
core; he shall mine your gold, and make you beg for more. He will
ravage his beloved toy one last time before we rest, and wed our
master on the morrow," he added.
Oatie's face turned a whiter shade of pale. The majority of the
blood in Oatie's body rushed to his cock, and it started to drool
uncontrollably. The crooked was made straight, and the rough
places plain. "Let's not keep him waiting, slave. I know how
ornery he can be. I want to catch him at his peak, gather the
bounty of his harvest, and afterward, share with him the spell of
comfort tea," he added quietly, with some anxiety in his voice.
Then his face brightened as if he had an epiphany, "Hosanna?
Exactly!" Oatie exclaimed, "Come for tea, my people," he said
The men shared a laugh. For all his education, Oatie could be
obtuse sometime; indirect or circuitously. Jethro knew his
master's foibles, but for the big cowboy, they only added to
Oatie's charm. Oatie was a dreamer and Jethro was a doer. Oatie
dreamed the dreams and Jethro made them come true. Together, they
made a perfect match. With the blessings of the great bull and his
little heifer, they departed for their comfortable apartment on
the back of the new bunkhouse.
"Come my beloved, shall we retire to our stable. Have you decided
who will partner your bull for our last night of single life?"
"Yes, Master Bull. We cleaned Vox earlier, and he's ready to
receive you. Since he has been so gracious to allow me the great
honor of standing up for us at the wedding tomorrow, and been even
more kind to allow me to be with you when you need me, we decided
Vox and you should put the period at the end of this chapter of
your lives, and the next chapter shall begin anew with the three
of us," Roxanne said, stole a kiss from her bridegroom, and
morphed into Vox.
"It is fitting and right I should take you for our last unmarried
time, Son," Elmer whispered and kissed Vox on the mouth, "We share
history together, but we will share much more," he added.
"Make it one to remember, Master Bull," Vox begged in a moment of
"Your bull will fill you up, take what is offered for his own, and
see to it he leaves you well satisfied for your gift, my love. I
will even leave a handsome gratuity on deposit for you. You have
my word," Elmer said and smiled. They kissed one last time before
they disrobed and fell together onto the large bed. The great bull
of the hill country kept his word, and when he was finished, they
drifted off into a deep sleep still hooked together. Early the
next morning, Elmer woke his beloved as the bull grew strong again
and stirred inside his husband. The great bull took Vox one more
time -- for good measure.
* * * * * * *
The day before the dancing day, proved to be an eyeopener for
several new people. Nellie Peterson was enthralled by everything.
She knew from the previous weekend the talents of Billy and his
family were many, but the Barnyard Concert and the devotion of his
family put Billy in a new category in her mind.
She was neither intimidated nor flummoxed by the variation of
people and critters. She was amazed at the stomping of Bigfoot and
daddy long-legs watching from the limestone natural balcony seats
on the other side of the river and those protectors who sat with
the family. It was one big happy family, and Nellie knew Billy
Daniels was responsible. She kept repeating to her son, Wilbur,
she had no idea the scope of the Daniel's ranch, and expressed her
awe at the many interesting things they saw.
Wilbur chaperoned her most of the day, unless Billy needed him for
something. After the entrance of Bubba and his crew in the flying
saucer, the afternoon became an amazing dream for Nellie. She
whispered she was growing more easy about Wilbur coming to live
and become a part of the Daniels' family.
Little Willie Whistlepie knew the Daniels were special, but he had
no idea they were such a talented and generous group of people. At
his master's urging, the great giant, Billy Gog Groats, took
Willie under his big arm and accompanied him everywhere he wanted
to go. He became Willie's defacto host for the weekend.
Gog proved to be a fount of information about anything Willie
didn't understand. When Willie asked questions or needed guidance
and explanations, Gog was right there to help him. Willie was
pleased and flattered when Gog invited him to stay in his
apartment. The big trucker jumped at the chance to bunk-it-in with
the handsome giant and share his bed.
There was never a dull moment from the time he arrived. Everything
seemed to run like clockwork and last minute problems were solved
quickly and easily without a lot of fuss. Every hour Willie was
feeling better. His last tune up from the night before increased
his stamina and vitality considerably. His body was destroying and
casting off the disease and replacing the dead with new, healthy,
wholesome, living tissue.
Pard Andreeson and Randy became inseparable. Randy urged him to
tag along and he'd answer any question he could. Randy served the
same purpose for his new brother as Gog did for Willie, and Wilbur
did for his mother. Randy also had the added help of Daffy and
Chloe. Wherever the boys went, Daffy and Chloe were close behind.
At first sight, Pard was intimidated because of their large size.
He couldn't remember ever seeing a dog before and certainly not
two as big as Daffy and Chloe. After watching Randy interact with
them and the love which easily flowed back and forth, he overcame
his hesitance and became consumed by dog love and lots of sloppy
wet kisses. Pard fell in love.
After supper, the men decided to retire to the hot tubs on Captain
Nick's ship for a soak and some Texas tea. They were down several
members because the Breedlove contingency took off for their place
right after supper. Bubba, Jack, and Grover remained behind. They
planned to fly the saucer back to the great whale and park it, but
they wanted it to be later in the evening. Billy agreed, and
invited them, along with the sheriff, his dad, and younger brother
to join them in the tubs. They accepted his invitation.
Of course the boys wanted to go. Tom always allowed his boys to
join them and Billy saw no reason not to include Randy and Pard.
Evangeline Andreeson voiced some concerns, but the ladies of the
house carefully explained Pard needed strong male archetypes to
bond with and emulate, and since his dad would only be available
occasionally, he needed to be included to grow into the Daniels'
greater family and be made to feel like he's becoming an important
and cherished member.
When they gathered at the pool, Pard did as his little brother
told him and stripped. His new body was something he felt proud of
and saw no shame in being naked before the others. Randy assured
him he had nothing to fear; for his age, Pard was proportionately
as well endowed as any cowboy around the pool, including Randy
himself. From what Randy observed of Pard's dad when Master
Billy's men were rebuilding him, he was convinced Pard was his
Pard noticed several of the men didn't have penises, and what
seemed to be a slot. It reminded him of the slots his dad used to
put quarters into a machine at Nellie's Cantina to control a
pick-up device to retrieve funny stuffed animals; only the men's
slots were larger. No one bothered to tell Pard about them birds
and bees, but his mature, fertile mind could only speculate about.
He did know about manners, and decided it might be best not to ask
questions. He would either be able to deduce the conundrum for
himself, or he would ask Randy about it later. Either way, he
found it interesting and somewhat exciting.
After everyone was served a mug of hot tea, conversation began.
There was neither an agenda nor any rules about topics of
conversation or storytelling. "I like the name you give our new
family member, Ramrod," Billy said and several of the other
members of the family agreed with him, "I think 'Pard' is a good
name for a buckaroo. It's strong, short, but inclusive. It implies
a man with a name like 'Pard' is to be trusted and admired.
However, knowing you like I do, I would think you wouldn't settle
for such a simple name unless it had other attributes, little
Brother," he added.
"'Pard' ain't no simple name. I thought long and hard about a good
name for my older brother and researched it thoroughly. I didn't
just pull it out of my ass. Like you said, I wanted a name for him
to show my trust and admiration for his strength, and my respect
for his mental maturity. There's a young man with an eighteen year
old brain in the body of a seven year old sitting next to me. I
plan to learn as much from him as he will from me.
I checked Wikipedia and found a 'Pard' was an animal shown in
Medieval Bestiaries. They were thought to be a member of the large
cat family with spotted coats. Many think they might have been an
early attempt to describe a cheetah. They were believed to have
mated with lions (Leo) to produce leo-pards or what we know today
as leopards. Shakespeare writes about a man with the cunning and
swiftness of a 'Pard.'
When I read them words it reminded me of the way his daddy walks,
with the pride, strength, and assuredness of a great cat. I knew
my Pard would grow-up to fill his dad's boots and one day walk
proudly in his footsteps," Randy said firmly. Randy didn't get
serious too often, but when he did, he could level the playing
field. The men in the tub were stunned by what he said.
Pard put his arm around Randy, pulled him to himself, and stole a
kiss. "Thanks for them words, little Brother," he said.
"I meant them words, Brother," Randy replied.
"Hosanna!" shouted Bubba, for Randy's explanation.
The rest of the men responded, "Hosanna, in the highest!"
"I have a way of underestimating you, don't I, little Brother?"
"Naw, that one was an easy mistake, Brother," Randy said and
Conversation picked up again and big Odin Bluetooth had a question
for his master. "Me and Erin were wondering if you might ask if we
wanted to get married tomorrow," he said.
"That's because I don't want you men to marry tomorrow, but before
you get your feelings hurt, allow me to explain. Both you men
lived nothing but traumatic lives in Huntsville. I ain't saying
'no' for you men to marry, but now ain't the time. I want you in a
holding pattern for at least a year to see how things go. If you
feel the same a year from now, we'll consider it, but I want that
time for you to mellow and grow with each other without having to
look over your shoulders every few minutes," he said, and most of
the men seemed to agree with him.
"What about renewing vows, Master Billy?" Thor asked for him and
"The same would apply to you and Zeus, Master Thor. You men still
have some things to work out between you. Your marriage was one of
necessity. If you are to renew your vows, I want you to do it
because you decide for your own sakes, you have no other choice.
In short, I want you to be sure it's what you want. One year ain't
that long," Billy replied.
"Of course you're right. We will certainly abide by your wishes.
One year will be here tomorrow," Thor said.
"Glad you understand, sir, but you don't have to stop your current
marriage to find out. I expect you to continue to respect each
others role as the day you exchanged vows," Billy said.
"I assure you we will, sir," Thor said.
"How is your modification working out for you, Erin?" Billy asked.
"It couldn't be better for me, Master Billy. You notice I ain't
asked to be changed back," Erin said.
"And how it is working for you, Big Blue?" Billy asked.
"I can only tell you how grateful I am, Sir, but to be honest, I
find myself missing my mate's cock and balls to hold onto at
night," Blue replied.
"No problem. I been meaning to enhance you as a reward for your
excellent work ethic and leading your crew beyond expectations. We
got enough cowboy-angels here tonight we can take care of you
before we leave. After your wings grow in, and we've taught you a
couple of things, I'll teach you to morph your mate's genitals. I
think it might go a long way to solidifying your bond even more,"
"I never considered -- but it does sound like the perfect plan for
us. What do you think, Baby Blue?" Blue asked Erin.
"I say go for it, Daddy Blue. It would make me very proud of you,"
"Then we'll do it," Billy said, as he reached over and grabbed
Randy and Pard holding each other sound asleep about to sink
underwater. He heard Tom laugh.
"Mine are down for the count. Clyde, could I get you and Balthazar
to give me a hand getting them four buckaroos up to the big house.
We can return after we turn them over to the women folk," Tom
"Sure, be happy to, Master Tom," Clyde said, and Balthazar agreed.
They put on robes and transported the boys to the big house, and
returned in a matter of minutes to rejoin the group.
"Will you consider other prisoners from Huntsville, Master Billy,"
"I will, but we will have to do the same in-depth background check
on whoever you got in mind to determine his probability of success
with us," Billy said, "Do you have someone in mind?" he asked.
"We talked about our old mutual friend, Marcus, who was leader of
the Aryan Brotherhood. We knew him as Markus, but one day he
shared his full name with us. It's Marco Ceasare Del Obbligatto,"
Big Blue said.
"Swiss extraction?" Billy asked, and the men laughed.
"Central Italy, Tuscany, where my mate's ancestors come from.
Tuscany is considered a country within a country. Their language
and customs are different from main-stream Italy. Marcus thought
of Erin as his son because they could speak the same language and
dialect. They would carry on conversations for hours in the yard
and no one had clue what they were talking about.
"Because of Marcus' love and close fellowship with Erin, he
protected us for years from the more radical faction of the
brotherhood, and he was good to us. He's a fine man, Master Billy.
We don't know a lot about him other than he claimed to be innocent
and was set up by some men who wanted him put away because of
things he knew about secret government black-ops operations. He
never told us a lot, but from several things he shared with us he
was into some pretty weird shit within the government. Long story
short; he knew too much, and had to be silenced," Big Blue said.
"Wonder why they didn't just stage a suicide or a plane crash? Why
put a man in prison where he can still talk?" Billy asked.
"He knows some shit nobody else knows about and told them if they
off'ed him he gave the information to several people who would
release it to competing factions upon hearing of his death. They
left him alone, but he was never allowed visitors. We have no way
to prove his story, but we know he didn't share his past with many
inmates. He kept personal things to himself," Blue said.
"I'll have my people look into it," Billy said.
"Thanks, Master Billy, if we can help him, we'd like to," Erin
"Is he big and hairy?" Billy asked.
"Very much like Gog's guest, Trucker Willie," Erin replied, "he
told us his body is covered with tattoos, but we ain't never seen
one. How did you know?" he asked.
"Because of his name," Billy replied.
"Oh, that's right, I forgot. Ceasare means 'hairy,'" Erin replied.
"Have you given any more consideration about when you might wish
to look into rescuing our brothers from stasis, Kemosabe?" Nick
"I know I promised you it would be when we got enough facilities
built to accommodate the first five hundred Irin slaves, but at
the time, I considered it probably would take six months or more
to accomplish. Extenuating circumstances and farming out our
slaves to other ranches has greatly reduced my time estimate. I'm
grateful for the sake of our Irin brothers and sisters who have
been patient to live as cattle during that time.
"I think the things we got done in the last three months have
astounded everyone. I ain't trying to use the shorter time gap as
an excuse to postpone our intervention; however, I would like to
wait a while longer depending on the number of the so-called
fallen angels and what it might entail to rescue them. I will make
you a promise, I won't accept anymore Irin slaves until we have
worked on it and come to a conclusion to everyone's satisfaction.
"Since you brought up the subject, and we have a sizable group of
the fallen angel contingency with us this evening why don't we
discuss possibilities. As I understand it from ancient texts,
which are not terribly reliable, the number and sex varies. What
are we looking at, and will there be any problems with them trying
to take human women to wed and create evil giants?" Billy asked
Everyone was quiet for a while. Billy waited patiently. He thought
Nick would speak first, but he didn't. "May I speak, Brother,"
Clyde asked Nick.
"I wish you would, Brother," Nick replied, "I've tried over the
centuries to find out more but have run up against brick walls;
however, someone must have faith in me because I was given the
golden key which unlocks the great chamber where our brothers
still abide," Nick said.
"You have the key?" Balthazar asked in awe.
"Not any more. My master has it now. That's why I asked about
them, but I'm afraid I know very little about their fate and their
present condition. I'm not even sure the place of their interment,
or temporary placement, if you will. Somehow I don't think ten
thousand years equates to temporary placement, but that's a moot
point. Once I was rescued by the Irin, forcibly detained to keep
me from returning to suffer the fate of our brothers, and after
working for them for sometime, I was given my freedom and warned
to stay far away from Earth. That's why I was so surprised to see
you, Clyde, and to hear about Balthazar when Master Billy returned
from Retikki Prime the first time. Then Andre-el we know as Cowboy
Andy, Garth-el, and Macker-el, came along and joined the family.
It seems more than coincidence. It makes me think we been gathered
together for this purpose," Nick said.
"Forgive me Captain Nick," Clyde spoke up, "you're right about
gathering to release our brothers. It's been in the works for
sometime. I think me and Macker-el are the only two who can attest
to it," Clyde hesitated for a moment like he didn't know how to
tell Nick the rest.
"And my crash landing in the river here in the hill country
t'weren't no accident?" Nick asked.
"No, sir, Captain Nick, I'm sorry to say, it was my doing," Clyde
said, "I was assured no one would be harmed. I'm sorry. I
misjudged the oncoming storm, and the size of the thunderbolt. In
my defense, I managed to stop your rapid rate of decent and used
the river for a cushion," Clyde said, and there was a deafening
silence around the great tub. Only the soft running of the water
could be heard in the chamber.
"Who else knows about it?" Nick asked.
"Me and Samson, until Mack came along," Billy said quietly.
"That's why you made me wait so long to take me as your slave?"
Nick asked quietly like he was thinking out loud.
"No, I didn't know anything about it at the time. I gave you time
to think because I wanted it to be your decision. I wanted you to
be my slave because you made up your mind you couldn't live
without me as your master. From the moment I looked upon your
naked body on your ship and lusted after you, I knew I wanted you
in my life.
"I done my dead-level best to seduce you mentally as well as
physically. The more I got to know you and share with you, I knew
I wanted you for a partner as my pa. I wanted you by my side. I
accepted you as my slave because I never wanted to let you go.
"My bonding with you was before I knew there was anything unusual
about your ship's crash landing. We thoroughly discussed it and
decided it was the right thing to do for bow'fus. It was only a
matter of an hour before you gave yourself to me in the big house,
did Samson tell me what he knew.
"I apologize, too, Captain Nick, I should have told you at that
point what I knew, but by that time I was so much in love with
you, I let my emotions and my hunger for something I never had
growing-up warp my reason. Even though I did save your life, I
allowed you to give yourself to me as my slave under false
pretenses when you didn't have all the facts," Billy lamented.
There was another long pause. "Ain't chu' being just a mite harsh
on yourself, Kemosabe?" Nick asked.
"Not when I'm washing dirty laundry, Tonto," Billy replied, "I'm
guilty of the sin of omission, and I'll abide any punishment you
feel I deserve, or I will release you from your bond to me if you
feel you can no longer trust me. In Clyde's defense, he felt
terrible carrying out the plan the Irin proposed. He refused and
walked away, but fortunately he reconsidered.
"Clyde wouldn't allow another fallen angel to do the job because
he wanted to make damn sure there was minimal damage and no
fatalities. After he returned, his conscience ate him up. He asked
to leave their employ so he could come to Earth to work with me
and you, as my slave. Clyde gave up a good life with them. He was
a free agent on Fort Adam Lear," Billy said.
There was another long pause. "Well, at least I'm being
manipulated by a higher ancient race. Does that make me anymore
valuable?" he asked and grinned, "Do you think, at this point,
after what we been through and what we accomplished, I could give
you up and walk away?" Nick asked.
"I hope not. I's kinda hope'n for punishment," Billy said and
laughed. The rest of his family laughed with him to break the
"Humm -- Tonto punish Kemosabe good! Make him cry for more!" Nick
said and got everyone laughing, "Is he telling me the truth,
Clyde?" Nick asked.
"I swear on the name of some unknown god, Brother, our master is
telling the truth," Clyde replied boldly.
"Okay, we're here. We're together. You're forgiven, Brother, but
me and our master will settle our bump-in-the-road in the privacy
of our dungeon," Nick said.
"Thank you, my Brother. I appreciate your understanding. I won't
never allow myself to be put in a situation like that again. I
learned an expensive lesson. I'm happy here and hope to work with
you and serve our master for many years," Clyde said.
"What else can you tell us?" Nick asked.
"You don't have to worry about fallen angels interbreeding with
human females and creating a race of humongous fearsome giants,
Master Billy. No insult intended, Gog," Clyde said and smiled at
"None taken, Son," Gog replied.
Clyde continued, "I ain't never heard of one of our series of
angels ever knock'n up a female of any race. As far as I know
we're mules; everyone of us, and those in cold storage, too. We
got the equipment. We can do the dirty deed and enjoy it as much
as humans, but it just ain't possible for us to breed. It might be
possible now with Master Billy being able to rearrange someone's
DNA, but then again, I don't know how complicated ours is compared
to humans," Clyde said.
"What about them stories about the Elohim?" Billy asked.
"Over the centuries language and names for things mutate. At one
time a word can mean several different things especially in the
early Sumerian language. The word Elohim is no different. It came
to mean many things and changed over the centuries. It came down
through language to referred to the Hebrew god of Israel or his
"The name Israel is thought to have been derived from the names of
the Egyptian gods Isis, Ra, and El meaning a higher connotation or
greater class of beings. Before the Hebrew god, it was also used
as the Moabite god Chemosh, the Sidonian goddess Astarte, and also
for other majestic beings such as angels, kings, judges, and even
a messiah, Yahweh, the only god of Israel. Basically it was a name
associated with technological powers so great they appeared to be
gods. The 'el' tacked onto angel's name didn't mean we were holy.
It was more like a cattle brand indicating we were slaves owned by
Jehovah, also know as El.
"Elohim has also been used to refer to older, higher
technologically advanced civilizations such as the Annunaki, the
forerunners of the Sumerians, and the Akkadian civilization.
Still, those of high station in the later civilizations were also
referred to as Elohim or the son's of god or gods by the common
people. It was not a specific title so much as it was a
generalized one; like we might refer to someone due great respect
like 'Master' Billy, because he has a great number of people who
belong to him as family.
"Your people call a preacher a 'reverend' as one to be revered,
not because he actually has magical powers, but because he
believes in the claims of myths and superstition. The very worst
appellation for a prelate is 'pastor' alluding to someone without
a clue who wishes to become your spiritual shepherd for life. He
is given the authority to tell men and women what they can and
cannot do with their bodies because of his understanding or
interpretation of a tome written by bronze age camel jockeys.
"Us angels were designed to see to the hybrid humans who were
created in laboratories to be slaves for the Annunaki to mine gold
for them. Humans were created to be little more than
semi-intelligent pack animals for the more advanced races because
they didn't want to do the dirty work. Angels were created as
their keepers and guardians with open end DNA which means our
bodies are self-replicating and we can live forever; however, we
can be killed by decapitation, a fatal wound to a vital organ, or
be exposed to fire for a longer period than our bodies can
"For centuries we acted as keepers for the humans. We kept watch
over them, provided food, and medical treatment when they needed.
We watched them die after about a hundred and twenty years of hard
work. Gradually, we came to care for them emotionally like you
might a faithful pet and began to teach them science and the arts.
We found them bright and eager to learn. Many of the men and women
were stunningly beautiful. The Annunaki would take them as
servants and sexual toys. Unfortunately, many of the offspring of
those unions grew to gigantic proportions which the Earth couldn't
sustain. They ate everything and became cannibals.
Our particular band of brothers worked for an alien named Jehovah,
who didn't like us treating the humans with compassion or trying
to provide them with a more comfortable life. He saw no merit in
providing them with the bare essentials of life so they might
remain healthy, bear and raise healthy children to work in his
mines. Today, you might call it a living wage.
"Our change of policy was working, and the human's yield of
product for the Annunaki was steadily growing. Jehovah summarily
rejected our methods and ideas claiming they would only require
more and more until they rose up and rebelled against their
masters. He insisted we provide them only the most meager supplies
to barely exist. They were starved and unhealthy, but we were not
allowed to spend our time healing them. They worked hard, found
little joy in living, and died young. Humans were considered
"After centuries of coming to know and care for humans we grew to
love and protect them as best we could under the circumstances. We
rebelled and began to provide them with better care. We began to
hear stories. Jehovah and his guards were spreading all sorts of
bad rumors about us, that we were evil and were in league with a
leader named Samu-el; later known as Say-tan-el. We were blamed
for anything which didn't agree with Jehovah's ultra-conservative
political policies. We had visions of humans becoming their own
society and living in harmony with the Annunaki. It was radical
and unacceptable to the ultra-conservative factions, and they
tried to stamp out Say-tan-el and our brother's influence.
"In a great round-up, Jehovah's angels gathered our brothers and
placed most of us in stasis except for a handful who were
otherwise occupied and forgot to check their e-mails. Why didn't
he just kill us? A couple of reasons. He paid a fortune for us,
and he thought he might need us again in the future. If so, he had
a ready resource. Furthermore, he used a select few to be his army
to round us up after he convinced them we were evil and must be
"There were rumors when he left Earth he took several with him,
but the others, he either disposed of by selling them or they saw
the handwriting on the wall and escaped like we did with the help
of the more advanced races. Several of us were rescued by either
the Grigori or the Irin. Other than about fifteen of his guards,
there were two hundred of us, all males. I've heard only twelve of
our group were not caught and placed in stasis by his faithful
goon-squad. We went into hiding from the evil reptilian Annunaki
critter," Clyde explained.
"Was it because he was reptilian he never appeared in the flesh to
the Hebrew people and only communicated with them through angels
and arks?" Billy asked.
"Exactly, Master Billy," Clyde replied and the others agreed with
"Do you other angels agree with Clyde's summation?" Billy asked.
"Yes, sir, Master Billy. There's more to the story, but Clyde hit
the main points," Balthazar replied.
"I don't want no surprises, gentle-hosts," Billy said, to
Billy saw Clyde nod to Balthazar to tell their master more of the
story, "When Jehovah departed Earth for more primitive planets to
rape, pillage, and plunder their gold, to keep his finger in the
pie, he left behind a handful of his reptilian goon-squad who have
lived on Earth all these centuries and evolved into a subterranean
culture. Using his ultra-conservative beliefs, they have assisted
certain humans who have risen above the pack to gain great
financial power for themselves.
"On Earth, money is power. They have banded together with them to
counsel and protect them. The humans who are being deceived by
them have come to worship them as their gods and work to protect
them at all cost. They are working diligently to bring the Earth
under their total domination, to destroy a large portion of the
population, and return the middle and lower classes to one
subservient class," Balthazar explained.
"Can we defeat them?" Billy asked.
"You already have six of the twelve angels who escaped, totally
dedicated to you, Master Billy. With a little effort and some
assistance from your two main benefactor ancient races, we can put
out a plea for the other six to join us. Even if they don't choose
to become a part of your family, with Captain Nick by your side,
us six rebel angels, and the help of what's left of our two
hundred brothers who survived, plus the combined power of the
Shedus, we will prevail, Master Billy," Balthazar replied, "But
make no mistake, depending on your leadership, it could get
messy," he added.
"Define 'messy,'" Billy said.
"Blood and death on both sides, sir," Balthazar said firmly.
"Are we talk'n Armageddon?" Billy asked.
"No. That was an invention of a psychopathic monk who lived on a
small island called Patmos in the Mediterranean around the third
century A.D. He was crazier than a starving bunch of Mexican
bedbugs at a Motel Six convention," Balthazar replied.
"That's pretty damn crazy, Pod'na," Billy responded and laughed.
"The worst part is, some folks really believe that crap,"
"Garth-el, you represent my husband's people, the Grigori, and
Macker-el you represent the Irin. How do you feel about contacting
them to discuss a possible rescue and what suggestions they might
have?" Billy asked.
"They already know we're talking about it," Mack said and smiled.
"Yeah, I forget sometime. Do you or they know where the sleeping
angels are hidden?" Billy asked.
"Yeah, we know, Master Billy. They're in a naturally made cavern
which has been converted to a great vault about a mile beneath
Mount Ararat in Turkey. 'Ere's zonely one problem," Clyde said.
"What's 'zat, big'un?" Billy asked.
"We don't know the exact coordinates to transport into the entry,"
"This is get'n too damn spooky for us, Master Billy," Big Blue
"What my husband said and double it, sir!" Erin exclaimed.
"What?" Billy asked.
"The old Tuscan man we just done told you about told us a strange
story on a rainy afternoon in the yard under a tin-roof shed when
it was only the three of us and swore us to secrecy. Since it
applied to us in a prison setting, I don't think he would care if
we told you now. It was about him working for one of our
government's black-ops departments to discover a reported ancient
burial tomb under a mountain in Turkey. They knew it was there,
but they weren't sure what was in it. There were all sorts of
"Marco said they located it, but they couldn't get the government
of Turkey to allow them to excavate because it would require
removing almost half the damn mountain to get to the entrance. The
mountain is suppose to be sacred to several religions. Marcus
said, one night when he was guarding the camp, he saw a small
bluish ball of light out on the horizon. He walked out of the camp
to get a better look at it. The light didn't move, and the closer
he got, he could see it was about the size of a man.
"He pulled his gun out of his holster and moved closer when the
light spoke to him. 'Put your gun away, my Son, you will not need
it in my presence,' it told him. Marcus said there was something
familiar about the voice and holstered his side arm. He went on to
tell us it was his dad who died when he was a young man about
eighteen. The light went out and the man was standing there before
him dressed like he remembered his father when they would go
"Dad? Is it really you?" he asked.
"No, my son, I'm a creature from another time and place. I took
the memory of your father from your mind to make you feel
comfortable with me. I have something to tell you which is very
important. The men you're working for are evil and seek the vault
of the so-called fallen angels so they might destroy them. They
have great fear of them should they be released from their bond of
"If you help them, they will later conspire against you. They will
stop at nothing to kill you so they may silence you from ever
divulging what you know. You are only a small pawn in their
enterprise. You mean nothing to them. You must find some way to
deceive them if you wish to live. Even at that, they will still
double-cross you, and have you shut up in prison with no
visitation rights to keep you quiet," the man said.
"Marcus said all sorts of thoughts raced through his head. His
first instinct was to wound the man and interrogate him further,
but he also realized this was an extraordinary experience. It was
an image of his dad, for Christ sake!"
"How can I be sure what you say is true?" he asked.
"You must make that decision for yourself," the man replied.
"What do I have to do?" he asked.
"Marcus said the man gave him a plan and told him if he would
follow it step-by-step, the men would be swayed against further
attempts to excavate the site. He also said to prove his story he
would one day be rescued from prison and his youth restored to him
if he would only carry the coordinates of the vault, and the
solution to a mechanical puzzle with him. He would be asked to
join a great family and will know they are the righteous ones when
they give him a gold key to hold," Big Blue said.
"Me and Blue joked around about it being Marcus's
get-out-of-jail-free card, but I don't think either of us believed
him. It was a great story and the old man told it with such
conviction it was like we were there living it with him," Erin
said in awe.
"Clyde, get in touch with your people tomorrow morning and get the
ball rolling to find out everything we can about Harry
Obbligatto," Billy said.
"I'm on it, Boss. I think his name is Marco Ceasare Del
Obbligatto," Clyde replied, "Am I right, men?" he asked Big Blue
and Baby Blue.
"That's correct, sir," Erin replied.
* * * * * * *
After a bit more conversation, Billy called an end to the evening.
He wanted to get Odin Bluetooth fully enhanced before they parted
and went their separate ways. He had plenty of power resources
available to him that evening and everyone proceeded nude to the
dungeon area where they winged-up and began to complete the full
enhancement of Big Blue. Erin was in tears to see his handsome
mate being returned to the same magnificent state he was when he
first laid eyes on him almost a decade ago. Master Billy somewhat
restored him when he first came to the ranch, but this time he
finished the job. Billy explained, with the extra amount of power
from the number of cowboy-angels they had available, Odin's
fledging might start the following evening about the same time,
but he would probably be with them. If not, he or Erin were to let
Billy know immediately. Erin promised he would see to his
"Do you want to be changed back this evening?" Billy asked Erin.
"No, sir, not until I have time to discuss it with my husband,"
Erin said and smiled, "I'm in no hurry, Master Billy, but I
approve of your generous offer to give my husband the power to
make the choice for us," he added.
"A full enhancement will mean Big Blue will have telepathic
abilities. I know you've been experimenting with it a bit
yourselves, but see if you can make contact with your hairy buddy.
Don't build his hopes. Just find out where he is in the prison and
ask him about his health," Billy said.
"We will, Master Billy. We would love to see him again. He was
like a dad to us," Big Blue said.
* * * * * * *
Everyone retired to their apartments and Billy's immediate family
transported to the line-cabin. It was a lovely evening and while
it was a full day, no one seemed in a hurry to get cleaned up for
bed. The twins took their giant husband to the shower and
leisurely groomed him. They groomed each other while Boomer
helped. They returned to the living area and Billy made a small
fire to have hot water for more tea. Everyone had a cup as Billy
and the twins combed their beast's beautiful coat of fur. Boomer
was losing more fur everyday to adjust his amount of hair for
"Do I get my punishment tonight?" Billy asked a little too
"No, not tonight. We'll save that for tomorrow night after dancing
day. We'll have the dungeon to ourselves and have our grooms
service us. We'll make a night of it," he said.
"What about our beast and beastie boys?" Billy said and smiled.
"You men up to swing'n from the ceiling with your hair on fire
while your giant demon beast works you over a bit?" he asked Poly
"Oh, yes! Absolutely, Captain Nick!" they responded in unison,
"Boomer don't let us play demon-master with his two demon slave
boys often, but when he does we really enjoy it," Cass
"There, you have it, Kemosabe. There's enough room in the dungeon
for a three-ring circus. Of course, we will be performing in the
center ring," Nick said and grinned.
Boomer ordered the twins to morph into Moss and Enoch, and they
obeyed him. They were all over him making love to him and stealing
some milk from time to time. Sucking a watcher's teats and
drinking his milk is a very sensual thing for them, and the twins
knew just how to work up their husband to get him to his peak
where he would take them with his giant love and strength. Poly
and Cass never fell asleep after an evening with Boomer they
didn't sleep the dreams of angels.
* * * * * * *
The Adventures of Penis-man ~ *
After Gog and Willie returned to Gog's apartment they shared
another cup of Texas tea. Gog loved it, and Willie was beginning
to see the wonderful benefits. Willie threw caution to the wind
and felt more free to be with Gog than anyone in his life before.
Gog not only taught Zeus to become a great lover, he learned in
the process how to become the best, most patient, compassionate
lover he could be. Zeus loved his dad, but his times with Gog were
special. Gog was so gentle and loving with Willie, the big trucker
allowed him to do anything he wanted. He wasn't the least afraid
of Gog. Their first night together, the giant showed Willie how he
could make his throat expand and contract to take all of him, and
Gog assured him he could do the same with Willie's fine little
Willie decided he wanted to start the evening being the aggressor
and comfortably took Gog's enormous cock down his throat without
gagging once. Gog was a good teacher and Willie was an even better
student. Willie worked on Gog's cock for a good half hour and only
seemed to be getting warmed up. Gog could have ejaculated several
times, but gritted his teeth to make the feeling pass to give his
new toy his passion. Finally he could take it no longer and shot a
giant's load down into Willie's stomach. That's the way Willie
dreamed about taking his new friend and Gog didn't disappoint him.
He slowly pulled out of Willie's throat and massaged it gently
with his hand to make it return to it's normal position.
Afterward, they made love while Gog thanked and complimented his
partner for his excellent blow-job.
After another cup of Tea, Gog returned the favor and explored
Willie's perfect little cunt with his enormous tongue. Gog not
only could morph his complete body, he could morph individual
parts to become anything he wished to imitate. He even invented a
few of his own. Willie never experienced anything quite so sensual
as Billy Gog Groat's tongue. It was like it had a life of it's
own, and Willie was dwelling in a land just east of Ecstasy,
Texas. He trusted Gog, and the giant didn't let him down. Gog
wasn't going for an internal climax. He hoped to claim that later.
He was going for Willie's little boatman. He licked and sucked on
Willie's little willie until the giant had him writhing on the bed
trying to get away from his tongue. "Give it to me, Trucker! If I
can have my sister, I will have my man as well!" he growled and
dove in again to give Willie's small penis a suck that would have
made a Texas tornado blush and cease its windings with a sigh.
"Arrrggg," Willie exclaimed, "So good! So wonderful! So sweet!
Take me, my giant lover!" he hollered and rewarded Gog with his
prize. Gog made obscene slurping and sucking noises with deep
throated 'Uuumms' and gurgling sounds like water draining from a
bathtub or Homer Simpson thinking of his favorite food. Willie
pulled him up to him, and they shared a strong passionate kiss.
"My brother's love-juice was particularly tasty and satisfying
this evening. That sweet little thing can shoot a king size load.
Never tasted any finer, my love," Gog complemented his guest.
They had another cup of tea and chatted for a bit. Gog thought
they might be through for the evening, but Willie had other ideas.
"I didn't allow you to take me the first time we were together,
Gog. I was afraid, but now I know your powers, and I have full
confidence in you. I want you to take me if you's a mind to, sir,"
"I would be honored to take you, Trucker Willie, if I might share
a secret with you," Gog said and smiled.
"Of course, anything," Willie agreed.
They finished their tea and returned to the giant's enormous bed.
"Take my snake in your hands and pet it gently," Gog said.
Willie did as his host asked, held the giant's enormous penis in
his left hand, gently skinned him back, and began to stroke it
with the flat of his fingers like it was a beloved pet, from the
large head to where it joined his groin. Suddenly, the head of
Gog's penis began to morph into the head and face of a man with
two tiny slits for a nose. It reminded Willie of the evil wizard
in them Harry Potter movies he bought and watched in his truck.
They made him wonder if Voldemort and Walmart were two bad-seed
children from the same evil wizard family.
It startled him at first, but then it opened his eyes and winked
at Willie. It opened its tiny mouth and spoke in a small soft
voice, "Damnation, you're a fuck'n good looking man, Trucker
Willie!" it exclaimed, "I can hear you, but I been wondering what
you look like. Gimme' a kiss, my handsome trucker," it said.
Willie grinned and brought it up to his lips to gently kiss the
little man on his tiny lips.
Willie felt its tiny tongue running around his lips and gently
probing his mouth, "Ah, thank you, Master Willie. You have your
secrets, and my big brother has his. I'm his little secret. It's a
great honor for me, and even greater compliment for you getting to
meet each other. Gog must feel very comfortable with you. He's
never let me meet any of his lovers before. He introduced me to
Mr. Zeus, Mr. Thor, and Master Billy. I told Gog, I thought you
might be able to handle both of us -- pun intended, sir," it said
and laughed, "Mr. Zeus and I are old friends. He's spit his
wonderful fluids in my face so many times I lost count, and I've
thrown up my master's big heavy loads into him an equal number of
times. Zeus and me? We's tight. We'd be on a first name basis if I
had one," Penis-man bragged.
"What? You don't have a name?" Willie asked.
"No, sir, I don't have no name. I'm just a part of my master,"
"C'moan, you're more'n 'nat, Shorty. You's my little brother; ma'
buddy," Gog said, but the way he said it touched Willie. Gog
sounded like his long lost Big Willie when he would say the same
thing to Little Willie. "You gonna' show Trucker the rest?" Gog
"I wasn't going to, but if he'd like to see me, and you want me
to, I will," Penis-man replied.
"Go ahead-on! Like you done said earlier, I think he can handle
it," Gog said.
Willie watched in amazement as the top half of Gog's huge cock
began to change shape and grew arms and legs, broad shoulders, a
small waist, a neck, and a tiny body, which looked like he went to
a gym five days a week and worked out for hours each session. He
formed a muscular buttocks which wrapped tightly around Gog's
penis. It looked like he was sitting on Gog's big cock, and it was
shoved halfway up his ass. He stretched his arms and legs, rubbed
his hands together, folded his arms, and placed his feet on either
side of Gog's shaft to stabilize himself like a leprechaun sitting
on a giant toad-stool. He even grew a perfect nose and a set of
ears, but the most amazing thing was, he grew his own set of cock
and balls, which, in proportion, rivaled his giant host's. He
looked almost like a small double for Gog including the missing
hair on his head, under his pits, and around his cock and balls;
other than that, as Mary Poppins was wont to say, he was perfect
in every way.
"Well what do you think, Trucker Willie?" Penis-man asked as he
reached down grabbed his cock in his right hand and waggled it at
"Here! Behave yourself! Be a gentleman!" Gog admonished him and
thumped him on his butt. "Ouch!" Gog exclaimed, "Sometimes I
forget we's attached at the cock," he said and grinned.
Willie tried to be mannerly, but he couldn't help laughing at
them, "I think you look wonderful. If you were my size, I'd court
you, and marry you if you asked me right nice," Willie
complimented penis-man, "Does he have a brain, Gog, or are you
telling him what to say and controlling his body like a puppet
master?" Willie asked.
"Hell no! Are you kidding? You probably heard this from every man
you ever met, but I promise you, my cock has a mind of its own!"
Gog said firmly and got Willie laughing. Penis-man laughed with
him, "Although, we can speak mind to mind with each other, and
share each other's thoughts when we agree to keep channels open;
he'll get mad at me and refuses to communicate for a while. I do
the same. I think we need quiet, alone periods from one another
from time to time," Gog added.
"Is this normal for your species? I don't mean to be nosy or
indelicate, but I'm new to you people. There seems to be so many
variations, I'm beginning to think I'm rather ordinary. I don't
fully understand what's going on sometime," Willie said politely.
"No, it ain't normal for my people. Most giants of my species can
morph, but nothing like this. I really didn't understand it myself
until Master Billy explained it to me and introduced me to two
more humanoids of different races who are also chimeras.
"You met them both. Joe, the blue giant's younger brother, Blue
Willie, is a chimera like me only a little different. No, he's a
lot different, but the same basic principals apply. He was born in
his half-brother's body as an Ork. He's half Ork and half blue
giant; both in the same body, but they share the same brain.
There's more to their story, but I won't go into it right now.
"The second chimera is Vox and his sister Roxanne Humana. They
will be marrying that big cowboy they call the bull of the hill
country tomorrow. Roxanne lived inside Vox for years until Master
Billy discovered her and introduced Vox to his inner sister.
The Daniels family already knew about Roxanne. She would take over
Vox's body while he slept, put on women's clothes, and visit with
Mr. and Mrs. Daniels. They knew Vox wasn't just a transvestite
because Roxanne had a totally different personality. Each chimera
is different, I'm finding.
"Penis-man, as you called him, is my twin brother, only his brain
grew in the head of my penis. We have no control over each others
minds, nor did we share thoughts until I started going through
puberty. I suspected something was different about me when I would
sometimes lose an erection for no reason at all. Then, one time, I
heard a small voice in my mind calling me a big, stupid, do-do
head. I thought it was my imagination, but it happened several
more times. Once, I heard it tell me it didn't like where I put my
cock, and would I please be sure the other person was clean before
I inserted my penis in either hole?
"I tried an experiment. I slapped my cock hard and gave the head a
goodly smack from the palm of my hand. It hurt like the devil.
Then I heard crying in my head like I badly wounded the other
voice inside me. "Where are you?" I demanded, and when he got
himself together, he told me he was in the head of my penis. I was
sure I was going crazy, and my mind was playing tricks on me.
"My other half assured me I wasn't crazy. I just had two brains in
my body; a large one in my head, but a bigger one in my cock. It
was his way of telling me it didn't matter the size of anyone's
brain, it was how you use it. I began to experiment with him and
morphed him a head so we could talk.
"One thing led to another until finally I was able to morph him a
complete body. He's become an avid reader. I prop a book between
my legs, and he uses his arms to turn the pages. We lie and read
together for hours. I come to love him like a little brother, and
I allow him to join me sometimes when we have sex. He knows the
rules, and he's good to abide by them. He won't morph until I get
my cock inside someone. He loves to have a lady spit in his face
and vomit my baby batter into her cunt, then he'll suck it all up
and lick her clean of her juices and my gizz," Gog explained.
"Were does it go?" Willie asked like he was afraid to hear the
"He has his own digestive system, what runs down beneath my penis,
and empties into my lower track. I pass his waste with mine," Gog
"No wonder he's so well built. He's eating your ejaculate what's
full of male hormones," Willie observed.
"Yeah, and it's a good thing he's male. If it turned out to be
female, she'd have to be a lesbian because I mostly prefer cunt;
however, as large as I am, I have to take what I can get. Most of
the time, men are easier to find. Junior don't have no problem
with it because I make sure our partner is thoroughly clean. On my
home planet, it was never a problem because of the grooming
business. Master Billy's adopted the custom, and he has some
excellent grooms; better than the one's on Retikki Prime or Fort
Adam Lear. You can be sure, after a well trained groom gets
through with a man, he's guaranteed to be clean; inside and out.
"Junior's eyes are so sensitive he can see in the dark. He's got
sharp little teeth and can nibble off polyps and swallow them from
a man's lower intestinal track what might become cancerous. His
saliva acts like an astringent and an antiseptic. There's very
little blood, and it heals up right away. Sometimes he gets a
little randy after he eats his fill of my gizz or pussy juice, and
I can't control him. He'll keep my old cock engorged with blood
until I agree to go out and find him some more. Talk about a cock
hound! Sometimes, when we got work to do, I have to bind him to my
leg so's he can't get loose and embarrass me none. "Don't cha,
Junior?" Gog demanded of Penis-man.
"Yeah, reading is my second favorite thing to do," Penis-man
"I know it ain't none of my business, but I think you should have
a name," Willie said with empathy.
"Thanks, Mr. Whistlepie. Maybe my big brother will listen to you.
I can't speak for my brother, but it would be a great honor and a
personal thrill to taste your pussy juice. Are you gonna' let us
fuck your fine looking cunt, sir?" he asked.
"Junior! Don't be so forward! That's crude and ungentlemanly of
you!" Gog hollered at him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Whistlepie, I didn't mean no disrespect, sir,"
Penis-man said and blushed.
"Don't worry, little Brother. I took it as a compliment, and 'yes'
I would love to entertain you and your big brother this evening. I
already invited him before he introduced me to you, and I find you
as appealing as Gog. I hope you have a wonderful time visiting my
cunt," Willie said to Penis-man.
"Before I morph down to an entry level position, may I say, I
really love the new look of your hairless pussy, Mr. Whistlepie.
It makes me drool thinking about crawling up inside you, sir,"
Penis-man complimented Willie again.
"Thank you, Junior. I don't care what your big brother said, that
was very nice and gentleman-like," Willie returned Penis-man's
"Your heart has to be enormous to supply such a big man with
enough blood to be so considerate and compassionate," Gog told
Willie and stole a kiss.
"Naw, it's actually very small. I have to make it work overtime to
keep me going, but sometimes, like this weekend, it don't have to
work hard a 'tall when I'm among folks who are equally as loving
and understanding. Every now and then, a time comes along like
this what makes me think it ain't us that's strange; it's the rest
of the world," Willie said with all the love in his heart.
Gog and his faithful companion, Penis-man, took the big trucker,
Little Willie Whistlepie like they were stealing gold from the
Goblins at Gringotts. Willie was so relaxed from the tea and the
love he shared with the Siamese-chimera brothers, he lay back and
enjoyed the ride. Willie wasn't a dead fish and gave as good a
workout as he received from his two partners. They reveled in
Willie's eager participation until Gog reached climax and
Penis-man vomited his brother's gizz deep inside their guest as
Willie sprayed his hot pussy juice onto P.M.'s face. Junior got
tears in his eyes it was so sweet, and he got busy lapping up the
mixture of sexual juices, making a pig of himself, until Willie
was clean as a whistle. Penis-man burped as Gog slowly removed him
Willie insisted on Junior completely morphing again. The big
trucker licked and sucked his tiny penis until the little man
reached climax. It was so good for him, he cried as Willie stroked
and petted him afterward. They slept together with Penis-man
between them stretching out his small arms in an attempt to fully
embrace his new friend, Willie. He didn't mind the luxurious hair
on Willie's belly and chest. It made a soft warm bed for him to
cling to and lay his small cheek upon. Penis-man decided it was
nice to be included.
* * * * * * *
"Will you walk a little faster?" said the whiting to the
snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading
on my tail. Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't
you join the dance?" Lewis Carroll 1932 ~ 1898
Poly, Cass, and Boomer woke earlier than usual and slowly opened
the barn door. One hinge needed a squirt of oil or WD-40 and made
a small squeaking sound. Billy was lying on his left side facing
the door with Nick spooning him from behind. He opened one eye
from the sound and saw three heads peaking around the door like
three door mice looking to see if the coast was clear of the big
house cat who guarded the pantry.
"C'moan in, guys," he said to them in a sleepy voice, rolled onto
his back, yawned and stretched, "It's time we got up. Poly! Make
coffee. Cass! Make fire. Boomer to the head! And use some of that
spray on the toilet afterward! I forgit where I put the gas
masks," Billy said and heard Nick giggle. He tickled Billy and
made him giggle, too.
About that time, a great flash occurred in the room. Two large
cowboy-angels stood in the cabin, and each was holding eight boxes
in each hand tied together with heavy twine. "Hosanna Cakes,
anyone?" the blond haired, blue eyed one asked.
"My god! It's Slipweas-el and Rum-dum-el!" Nick exclaimed,
throwing off the bed-covers to get up and greet two more of the
fallen angels. "How long has it been?" Nick asked thinking to
"More centuries than I care to account for, Brother Samu-el, or
should we call you Captain Nick?" the dark haired one, Rumdum,
with the most inviting green eyes replied and asked.
"Nick is fine. I'm trying to cast off old habits and names. For
the last two hundred Earth-years I been captain of my own ship.
Now, I'm a slave to this fine Earth-man after we crash landed on
the planet. He risked his life and that of his owner to save my
life and our ship. We belong to him now, but I don't tell you that
as bad news. I'm happy and content here; so is my crew and family
on-board the ship," Nick replied.
"We heard. Old Rumdum-diddle-dum-dee here has been working for a
faction of the Irin for a good while, and I been running errands
for some folks on Retikki Prime. We're both free agents and got
the news you were getting the old gang back together to make a
raid on Ararat to free our brothers," the one called Slipweasel
said, "We been closely watching the progress of this young cowboy
on Earth and his accomplishments. We ain't missed an episode of
the Daniels' Family broadcast from UPBS, as you can tell by my
lingo. (Universal Public Broadcasting System) Old Rummy and me, we
never put two and two together that you was our old brother,
Samu'el, and your new master is Billy Daniels. Usually we keep as
low a profile as possible and only a very select few know we exist
or our whereabouts, but when the call went out from your last show
for us Annunaki mules to join against what used to belong to
him-whose-name-should-not-be-spoken, old YHWH. The equivalent of
the mature Tom Marvolo Riddle: Voldemort Du Jour. You remember --
Shem HaMeforash. (the unspeakable name)
"Anyway, it took us a while, but we contacted the proper officials
on both planets. We told them of our secret past identities, and
we wanted clearance to come join Master Billy's family. They told
us the requirements, but they couldn't promise how long we might
be slaves. We told 'um we didn't give a shit! We done decided we
don't care. If there's the slightest chance we can overturn or
make amends for what that slimy old reptilian bastard done to this
planet, we want in on it.
"You ain't got no idea what we had to go through to get top
priority over the hundreds of thousand of folks what want to come
to Earth to become Master Billy's slaves. If it weren't for your
uncles-in-law and supreme leader Quigley's stamp of approval, we
wouldn't be standing here before you right now holding these
gotdamn boxes," Slipweasel said.
"Poly, Cass, Boomer, take them boxes and set 'um on the counter
over there," Billy barked to his family. Boomer took two from
Slipweasel. Poly took one, and Cass took the other from Rumdum.
Nick went to Rumdum, gave him a big hug and a kiss. "Slipweasel
been good to you, Rummy?" Nick asked.
"He has his good days and his bad, but so do I. I ain't never been
no angel," he said and the hosts shared a laugh. "We work it out.
We been together too many centuries and know each other so well,
the bumps in the road got smaller, and it's mostly sunny days and
smooth sailing for us now. As ornery and petulant as he can be
sometimes, the thought of waking up without that weasel by my side
is never allowed into my mind," Rum said.
Nick took Slipweasel into his arms, looked him in the eye, and
kissed him hard. "Did Rum tell me the truth?" Nick asked quietly.
"You know Rum. He's the same he's always been; more faithful than
an old hound dog, and twice as forgiving. It's me what ain't never
been no angel. Hosanna, it's good to see you again, you old
reprobate," Slipweasel said and stole another kiss from Nick.
Nick introduced the two angels to Billy. They were overwhelmed and
in awe getting to meet the star of the Billy Daniels Show. They
couldn't keep their hands off him. They wanted to know if they
should give themselves to him immediately and was their 'cowboy'
speech patterns authentic enough? Billy and Nick calmed them down
and explained to them they didn't have the time right at the
moment to answer everyone of their questions but to sit down with
them, have a Hosanna Cake and some coffee, and they would explain
as they went along. Billy and Nick introduced Boomer, Poly, and
Cass to the new cowboy-angels as their immediate family. They were
stunned when Billy introduced Boomer as his husband and the father
of his yet-to-be-born son, and they were charmed by the halfling
twins. Poly and Cass grew into the roles and image of two
half-pint cowboys, and they literally dripped with the cowboy
image and attitude.
"Then your husband is next in line for the throne of Retikki Prime
and its principalities, and that would make you his royal consort.
Jump'n Judas Priest, Weasel, not only have we found the new,
freshest, most wonderful entertainment icon in eons in a hundreds
of thousand galaxies, we's sit'n here enjoying a cup of coffee and
a Hosanna Cake with royalty. Is that part of why the governments
on Retikki Prime and Fort Adam Lear want to insure your success in
your efforts to turn your world around, Master Billy?" Rum asked.
"Billy and Boomer don't operate that way, Gentlemen. I doubt
seriously the thought has crossed either of their minds before you
brought it up. They're both so new and untainted by that sort of
reasoning, that's their appeal to the rest of the known universe.
They ain't living their lives thinking about future possibilities.
They found each other when Billy was only a seven year old boy. He
saved Boomer's life; several years later, Boomer saved Billy's
life, and a couple more years Billy saved Boomer's again. They got
history with each other, and they got married on Retikki Prime
before Billy ever knew them giant watcher Lord High Chancellors
were Boomer's uncles and Boomer was their only living heir," Nick
By the time Billy and Nick explained some things and gave the new
angels an overview of their upcoming day, they were so jazzed
about becoming a part of Nick and Billy's world they would have
walked off a cliff. Billy and Nick explained about the multiple
bonding party and ceremony they were giving on Nick's ship for
several couples wishing to get married. Billy told them there
would be plenty of time for them to give themselves to him, and he
would make an announcement. He would accept them into his family
at that time. They saw Nick naked when they first arrived. The
angels were stunned, but fascinated by his body jewelery.
"When do we get processed as your slaves and receive our rings?"
Slipweasel asked with more than a little interest.
"You don't," Nick said.
"We don't understand. Ain't it a requirement for your slaves,
Master Billy?" Rum asked.
"No. Only punishment slaves are required to be ringed. Balthazar
came to me already ringed. The rest of my closest cowboy-angels
have come to me one by one to request they be ringed. They seem to
feel it gives them a closer bond. I think it looks hot, and who am
I to deny them? Wait and see for yourselves, and after you work
with us a while, if you feel it's important for your master to
ring you, I will consider it," Billy said.
"Sorry, Master Billy, we misjudged you. We just assumed you would
require it. To learn it's a voluntary measure makes it all the
more exciting to us. Our cocks ain't gone down since we decided to
join you. I doubt seriously they will until we get them ringed and
get used to the feel," Rum said embarrassed. Billy's family shared
"Look at Poly and Cass. They ain't ringed. I ain't saying I would
refuse them, but I think they know I like them like they is right
now. Boomer's asked and I'm considering granting his wish, but not
right away. I love my husband just the way he is. You men are just
scratching the surface, there's much more to learn about us. I
won't make a decision like that until you've worked with us every
day for a couple of months or more. I'm beginning to look upon
body jewelery as a reward as well as a statement of servitude. In
other words, you must earn your rings," Billy said.
Slipweasel and Rumdum were agog at how together the young cowboy
master seemed to be. Billy Daniels had strong opinions about
almost everything, but every word that came from his mouth was
well thought out and based on sound reason. By the time the men
got dressed and ready for the day, their new family members were
head-over-boot-heels in love with him. Billy captured their hearts
and imaginations, and so it went for the rest of the day.
* * * * * * *
Billy's family, plus the two new angels, transported up to the big
house with the Hosanna Cakes in tow. Billy and Nick showed them
where the cloakroom was, and they de-winged along with Billy,
Nick, Poly, and Cass. They returned and went into breakfast.
Slipweasel and Rumdum were introduced to the greater Daniels
family. Billy was proud of his family. Not a one even broke a
smile about the men's names; except the Bossman, and Billy checked
him pretty quick. Weasel and Rum were impressed by the intelligent
questions the family asked them. Even the two young boys seemed
extremely bright and well informed.
"You folks talk like you been to Retikki Prime and Fort Adam
Lear," Rum said.
Everyone laughed. "We have, Son," Uncle Nathan responded, "A few
of us more than once," he added.
The two men were more than a little impressed with the ease and
graciousness the Daniels' family accepted them into their fold.
They opened their hearts to the new comers and wished them well.
Bubba, Jack, and Grover were there. They agreed to go to church
with the Daniels' family. When they finished breakfast everyone
helped with clean up, and the new men were just expected to pitch
in. Once they broke bread with the family, they were no longer
* * * * * * *
The Daniels' family drove into the small town to the Methodist
Church. They took only the family who took breakfast with them
that morning. They were met by the Breedloves, including David,
Cletus, Pete, Leon Tollefson, and his dad Carl; the three Tates,
Buster, Will, and Everett; Judge LaFleur, his son Wesley, Wesley's
wife, and their son Cody. Cody asked to sit with Randy and Pard
and they welcomed him. Also present was Mick Flynn and Perry Reed.
Hoss Dewberry and his cousin Doug were also invited to join them
for services and to spend the afternoon at the Daniels' ranch. The
back of their big pickup was filled with new furniture Jack and
Bubba bought for a couple more bedrooms. Jack was decorating
another room for David and Cletus, and one for Grover.
The church was new and strange to Weasel and Rum. Ironically,
being angels who once worked for the Judeo-Christian god, they
were never in a Christian church before. They knew the basic
tenets of the religion and found it much like several hundred
various faiths before Christianity came into being. They found it
a hodge-podge of several, making gross claims which could neither
be supported by fact nor history. The most difficult part for them
was these poor, well-meaning, deluded people were indirectly
worshiping a reptilian alien who was suppose to be the spiritual
heavenly father of their savior. Based on their first-hand
knowledge and experience with Jehovah, they found the concept
perverted and debasing; however, after thousands of years growing
close to humans and standing up for their right to live and exist
as more than mere slaves, their compassion for their ignorance
overcame their disgust, and they condemned them not.
Billy left a check for five-thousand dollars, along with a note,
in an envelope and dropped it in the collection plate. He spoke to
his extended family before the service. Billy told them they were
certainly free to give what they wanted, but he was making a
rather large donation in the name of the Highland Shire Grange
Co-op, and it included a list of the member's names in good
* * * * * * *
The Daniels extended family returned to the ranch to begin their
day. Randy opened a gate to the ship and everyone who was invited
for the afternoon walked through. Captain Nick's ship was a new
experience for several people, but they came to trust the Daniels'
family. They didn't have a problem walking through the wall of
free-electrons. Weasel and Rum were impressed and fell in love
with the strange but lovable group of people living and working
together in peace and harmony. They got to meet many folks, but
they stayed close to Clyde and Balthazar.
The village people out-did themselves with a sumptuous spread of
food for the Dancing Day celebration. Everyone had plenty to eat
and complimented the hardworking folks. Billy knew generally what
was going to happen, but it was Nick's show. After all, even
though his ship and his ship's family technically belonged to
Billy, Nick was still the recognized captain of the ship.
Nick told Billy all he had to do was act as master of ceremonies
and then turn the program over to him. As the ship's captain, he
would perform the ceremonies according to each couples' wishes.
Billy didn't even know how many couples would be taking the plunge
off the deep-end into the sea of matrimonial bliss.
They carefully printed out a list of entertainment Billy was to
announce, but between the two acts, there was a hand written
insert which said: Billy welcomes his new family members and they
give themselves to become his slaves. He smiled to himself as he
walked to the podium. He looked at the printed words and laughed,
"Dearly beloved?" he asked and started laughing. He got everyone
else laughing. "I ain't gonna' say that! They know I love 'um.
Show of hands! Who among you know I love ya'll?" he hollered and
every hand went up. "Good! There! We got that shit out of the
way!" Billy exclaimed, and he got everybody laughing.
Nick rolled his eyes toward heaven. Clyde laughed at him. "Thanks.
Easiest ten bucks I ever won, Tonto," Balthazar leaned over and
said quietly to Nick.
"Hesh up, you big lap dog!" Nick shot back, and the three broke up
"We're gathered here this afternoon to conjoin several couples in
a bonding ceremony. It's been known by many names by many
different cultures. Some refer to it as handfasting. Some call it
a wedding. Black's in the South called it 'jump'n the broom.'
Others call it holy matrimony. It's only until you get to the last
several hundred years we developed the term 'marriage.' What a
kludge of a word. It brings to mind something heavy and
cumbersome; the old ball and chain; the end of freedom; the
submission of 'the little woman' and the dominance of the 'bread
winner.' To paraphrase what Forest Gump's momma told him about a
box of chocolates, 'You just never know what you're gonna' get.'
"The way I understand marriage, is a blending of two separate
things to make a new one. It has the connotation of giving up
one's individuality and becoming an amalgam of both. The term is
used in recipes where it calls for the marriage of one flavor with
another to get something different. Marriage! I've always hated
that word, but I would never deny anyone their right use the term
to unite them in bond with another. I like to think on a time of
bonding as a Dancing Day. A time to come together and declare to
family and friends you have come to love and appreciate another
person so much you want to be recognized as their dancing partner
on your journey through life so you will never have to dance alone
again," Billy said.
"To start our program our Village Orchestra will perform under the
direction of Maestro Moehare playing several traditional folk
dances and tunes celebrating our day of bonding; or Dancing Day.
They will be joined by the village dancers and the Sun Bears who
will perform appropriate dances to the music. Maestro Moehare,"
Billy said and motioned for the village conductor and his
musicians to come play. Billy began to applaud and the guests
followed his lead.
The musicians and the dancers were a delight, and tastefully
within the bounds of expressing joy and happiness in their wedding
dances. After they finished, Billy came forward to announce the
arrival of two new slaves who volunteered to come to Earth and
become a part of his posse. Weasel and Rum came forward and went
through the brief ritual with Billy, and it was done. Everyone
applauded the new additions to Billy's family, but few beside his
immediate family knew the importance of the two new cowboy-angels.
Billy turned the microphone over to his pa, Captain Nick, and the
Elmer and Roxanne were the first couple to walk down the isle to
stand before Captain Nick. Elmer was quite handsome in his western
cut tuxedo, black boots, and big black Stetson. Roxanne was
dressed in a full length dress of pink lace with her hair done up
in a great swirl lemniscated with matching ribbons and pink and
white flowers laced between. They made a handsome couple. They
exchanged vows they wrote together, exchanged rings, and Captain
Nick announced them husband, wife, and husband. No one laughed.
Elmer and Roxanne took seats reserved on the front as Oatie and
Jethro walked down the isle and went through their bonding. They
were dressed in their best western clothes, but they didn't feel
comfortable wearing suits. Suits were just not their lifestyle,
and they wanted to keep within their social norms. The folks who
lived on the ship cheered and were reduced to tears their project
manager, their favorite demon, was finally getting married to his
master. After Jethro and Oatie's mind blowing kiss, the cowboys
joined Elmer and Roxanne in the front seats.
Next to come down the isle were Moss Garrett and Enoch Redbone.
They were followed close behind by Tron Garrett and Nathan
Daniels. Their service and exchange of rings was more brief and to
the point than the two previous. Moss and Enoch wrote out their
own vows and said them before Captain Nick and their assembled
family and friends. Tron simply spoke up when it came his time and
said, "What my boy just done said to his husband. It goes for me
and Nathan, too," he said and everyone laughed.
"Hear! Hear! And what Enoch said to Moss; it goes for us, too,"
Nathan said stoically. The audience laughed harder. The four men
exchanged rings, kissed, and took their seats.
Nick had a sentimental streak in him and saved the most moving
couple for last. To Billy's delightful surprise, Hank and Buck
came down the isle arm in arm. They never said anything to Billy
about getting married. It was quietly arranged with Captain Nick
as a surprise for everyone. It worked. There wasn't a dry eye on
board Captain Nick's ship. After fifty years of working together,
living with each other, and sharing a bed, the two old cowboys
were finally getting married. Their bonding and the words they
exchanged had a simple more heartfelt expression of coming
together than the others combined and put the period at the end of
the bonding paragraph for that episode of memorable times on the
Daniels' family ranch.
At the very end, Nick motioned for the married couples to stand,
said a blessing of goodwill over them and announced, "Let the
dancing begin!" and he motioned for the musicians who started
playing a favorite old county tune, "Waltz Across Texas" with
Clyde and Etienne Boudreaux singing the words. Coo-zone Cleet, and
Coo-zone Veed were playing squeeze box and fiddle. The party
began, and everyone was encouraged to join the dance. The rest of
the afternoon was full of joy and love with everyone wishing the
couples their sincere best wishes for a happy life together. It
was one of the most memorable afternoons anyone could remember. It
was the first of many 'dancing days' to follow.
End of Chapter 64 ~ Seek Him Who Maketh The Seven Stars, and Orion
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