Him Who Made The Seven Stars
By Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 68
"These economic royalists complain that we seek to overthrow
the institutions of America. What they really complain of is
that we seek to take away their power. Our allegiance to
American institutions requires the overthrow of this kind of
power. In vain they seek to hide behind the Flag and the
Constitution. In their blindness they forget what the Flag and
the Constitution stand for. Now, as always, they stand for
democracy, not tyranny; for freedom, not subjection; and
against a dictatorship by mob rule and the over-privileged
alike." ~ F.D.R. 1936
The next morning was Saturday and everyone was busy getting their
acts together to gate to Uncle Tom's cabin for an early morning
rehearsal with the string chamber orchestra Billy requested, and
Clara Mae Bastiaen rounded up for him. The complete flock of the
musical Byrd family flew in and were in great spirits. The Byrd
men brought their euphoniums. They gave Billy a choice of what he
wanted. They could play a Vivaldi concerto originally written for
two cellos, or they could do the famous duet by Bizet from the
"Pearl Fishers," Fondu for two in the Temple. (Beautiful but a bit
cheesy.) Billy wanted to hear the Vivaldi. He was adventurous
enough of a musician he wanted to hear what the Byrd men could do
with the piece.
The usual family accompanied Billy's posse through the gate and
Clara Mae was busy chatting it up with Kate, Zelma Redbone, Daffy,
and Chloe. The two big dogs were telling her about their new
sisters, Pancake and Dolly, who are cow dogs of an old cowboy who
came to work for Master Billy and their littlest new sister,
Molly. They didn't elaborate but told her she would like her.
When the Daniels family came through the gate, Billy brought his
musicians, Pard's Great-grandmother, Evangeline, and the rest of
the dogs and pups. Billy told Randy to have Gog bring his bassoon
and Zeke and Cloog to bring their coach horns (French Horns) they
might have a use for them. He told Randy, Poly, Cass, Tommy, and
Aeron to bring their violins to fill out the string section. He
instructed Rory, Calhoun, and Pard to bring their oboes, just in
case they needed them.
Clara Mae was stunned when she saw Molly, but she didn't pry into
how the beautiful little spaniel came to live at the ranch. She
was even more taken aback to find out all the dogs could talk and
were conversing with everyone like they were old friends; laughing
and joking. Randy introduce the three new dogs to Clara Mae as new
members of the greater Daniels family, but two were Zeke's
companions, Dolly and Pancake, whom he also introduced to her.
They were shy but polite to everyone. Randy was prompted by Billy
to tell Clara Mae, Molly was a member of the greater Daniels
family, but was currently under the care of his brother Pard, and
Pard's great-grandmother.
"You are so pretty, Molly," she said as she gently patted the
smaller dog.
"Thank you, Miss Clara, you're very kind," Molly replied.
"How did you come to live with the Daniels?" she asked.
"My mistress passed away last week. I was left alone with her
until a neighbor heard my barking and came to check on us. She
took me to Mrs. Lima Bean at the local animal shelter. She could
tell I was afraid and depressed, so Mrs. Bean took me to Doctor
Oatie Breedlove to have me checked out. Doc Oatie took me to
Master Billy and his family, and they were kind enough to offer me
a home. They also gave me the gift of speech. I'm just getting to
know everyone, but I really like it on the ranch," Molly said,
"There's so much to do and see I don't have time to sit by myself
and pine for my mistress. I miss her very much, but everyone has
been so good to me. They include me in everything, like I'm one of
the family," she added.
"That's wonderful, Molly. The Daniels are that way. I'm very fond
of them. I have great faith in the Daniels family, and I'm sure
you will do well with them," Clara Mae said and proceeded to share
her Hosanna Cake with Molly and several others with the dogs.
Clara Mae was one of their favorite musicians. She paid attention
to them and slipped them goodies on the sly.
Everyone got into place for Poppa Wilbur Byrd and his son, Wilbur
Junior, to play the Vivaldi. Billy set an even tempo, and the
Byrds were spectacular. They played through the whole piece. Billy
only stopped them once for a minor phrasing correction he wanted
in the last movement. He kept grinning and chuckling to himself
throughout the piece. If you didn't know the piece was written for
two cellos, you would never know. The Byrd men were just that
good. He definitely wanted to start the program with the Vivaldi
followed by the Bizet piece. He noticed earlier there were several
extra musicians with Clara Mae and the Byrds.
"The orchestration for the Bizet calls for a few wind players and
a harp. Almost the same compliment you asked for your concerto and
the the Stravinsky concerto. I invited the complete string
section, sir. Several could sure use the work, Master Billy. I
think they're really hurting. They were e-mailing me daily if I
heard anything. You told me to use my judgment. I did, and said a
prayer you would understand," she added nervously.
"I did tell you that, and I stand behind my word. Glad you brought
them. Just make sure you send the names of the musicians who
participated in an e-mail to my business office. I brought along
our flute player, Clarice Wombat. I want her to get used to
playing with an orchestra. She's an excellent sight reader and a
fine performer under pressure," Billy said, "Also tell our concert
master to assign seats for our younger players. They need to
experience ensemble playing," he added.
They ran through the Duet by Bizet, and Billy was happy with the
Byrds and the fine chamber orchestra. With the added talents of
his crew, the Houston chamber orchestra was beginning to take on a
full, rich quality sound usually only found in more mature groups.
Next it was Clara Mae's time to shine. She brought along her three
horns. Billy wanted to give his audience a chance to hear and
compare the sounds of the three instruments and asked Clara Mae to
give a brief talk before she played each one. They started with
the oboe d'amore and the Bach Concerto BWV1055. Clara Mae was
stunning. She played the complete concerto without a bobble. Next
she played the first half of the slow movement from Dvorák's Ninth
Symphony with her English Horn. And lastly, she played the solo
'Gabriel's Oboe' from the movie score, 'The Mission' by Ennio
Morricone. The chamber orchestra was in good tune and played
flawlessly. That brought to an end the part the small orchestra
would be playing and Billy told them they could take a seat in the
audience for the rest of the show. He promised them they would not
want to miss what was to follow.
Billy announced to the orchestra his family found some old baroque
instruments, and various members of his family would be playing a
couple of pieces he would announce before they began. He didn't
want to give too much away. He wanted the older, seasoned
musicians to be somewhat surprised, or as surprised and shocked as
he certainly was. He also announced the following Saturday
Barnyard Concert would be the fourth of July, the complete
orchestra was invited, and they would be playing American Music or
music about our country. They would start with Aaron Copland's
"Fanfare for the Common Man;" Charles Ives "The Unanswered
Question;" Leonard Bernstein's "Overture to Candide;" Dvorák's
Ninth Symphony 'From the New World;' and Gershwin's 'Rhapsody in
Blue' with Jessie Jones at the piano. After a brief intermission
they would begin the second half with Copland's 'Hoedown' from
"Rodeo," followed by a number of rousing, blood stirring, Sousa
Marches. He would have his staff post the program to the ranch's
private web site so the cowboys and cowgirls could listen to the
music before-hand on the Net if they wished.
The twins, Poly and Cass, brought their violins to play with the
chamber orchestra, along with Randy, Pard, and Tommy Griffin. The
boys and Kayla were on fire with their new musical abilities. They
kept quiet and didn't tell anyone except their closest friends
their experience with the star-people and their gracious gift of
enhancements of their talents. Of course Kayla shared with Roz and
Aunt Helen, and they were thrilled for her. She played her cello
along with Aunt Helen. Mack and Clyde played double bass with a
couple of other players Clara Mae brought along, just in case they
were needed. Billy never said a word. He wanted a full sound.
Clare Wombat was happy just to be included, but Billy told her he
wanted her to start working on some solo works to play with the
orchestra.
Everyone returned to the ranch and were having a great leisurely
time. Billy announced for everyone to take their time, they would
be starting the Barnyard Concert a little later than usual. Before
they left for Uncle Tom's cabin for rehearsal with the orchestra,
Billy asked Bubba to call the Griffins to see if they might like
to join them for the day, and to invite Griff's older brother and
his husband. The Griffins readily agreed and the four were there
waiting for them when Billy's posse came back through the gate
with all the musicians. They saw Tommy come through with his young
cowboy brothers carrying a violin case. Tommy ran to his big
cowboy uncles first. They made over him like he was their special
little buckaroo and wanted to know why he was carrying a fiddle
case.
"It's a violin, Uncle Tank, but I can use it like a fiddle. Ma'
brothers Randy and Pard done taught me how. I'm playing in the
orchestra today with them good folks from the Houston
Philharmonic. I'm so glad ya'll come. You'll get to hear me play
with my brothers. It's such a joy to make music with them folks.
They's really good. I ain't quite as good as they are, but I'm
catch'n up real fast-like," Tommy said.
"How could you learn to play so quickly, Son?" his Uncle Tree
asked.
"'H'it ain't hard once't ya' know how, Uncle Tree. All I needed
was somebody to show me, and I took it from there," Tommy
explained, but his family was flabbergasted.
"Have you had a good time, Son?" Griff asked.
"There's never a dull moment around this place. There's always
something interesting going on. We're getting ready to travel down
to the river to feed the watchers and daddy long-legs. If you men
wanna' go with us, I'm sure Master Billy will be grateful for the
help," Tommy offered. Randy, and Pard backed him up and invited
them, too.
"We'd be happy to, Son," replied Tank, "Run tell Master Billy
we'll be glad to give him a hand," he said and sent the boys on
their way.
Tommy took his mother's hand and led her away from the men to be
with the other ladies and left his dad with his uncles. Tommy
wasn't so young he didn't understand cowboys wouldn't open up much
to other men when ladies were around. He knew his dad and uncles
probably had a lot of questions for Master Billy and his men.
Bubba, Jack, Clyde, Balthazar, and Mack chaperoned the Griffin men
around the ranch. Griff's brother, Tree, and his husband, Tank,
got Bubba off to one side to speak with him. The big cowboys got a
good look at Master Billy's three punishment slaves and their eyes
almost popped out of their heads. They thought the three men were
the hottest looking cowboys they ever saw and commented as much to
Bubba and Jack in private.
"Oh, you mean them three rough look'n hombres wear'n them
harnesses? And the one what's got them horns on his head?" Bubba
asked nonchalantly.
"Yeah," they replied.
"They's Master Billy's punishment slaves. Them two younger men are
just starting training and the big, older man is just finishing up
his training this week. Next week he'll be given a leather kilt to
wear around his waist to give him a bit more privacy. He's my
first training slave, and I'm really proud of him. I been working
wiff' him for several weeks now. He just done had his
'grand-opening' a couple weekends ago. I butt fucked him before a
large audience of brothers. Wish't you men could a been here. You
probably would have enjoyed it. We can show you a DVD of it later
in the afternoon if we can get away in private," Bubba said.
About that time, from across the lot, someone called out, "Tree!
Tank!" Harlen Johnson yelled and waved to get their attention.
"My God, it's Harlen Johnson and his partner, Jessie Jones," Tree
said. The men shook hands and introduced them to Tree's family.
Tree explained Harlen and Jessie live in The Woodlands, Harlen was
an old biker buddy, and they came to know them over the years.
"We ain't seen you men in a good while. We been meaning to call,
and visit, but we got caught up here at the ranch after my boy's
trial about a month ago. Since then, we been coming here almost
ever' damn weekend to visit and listen to some fine music.
Jessie's been playing with the orchestra, and he'll be playing a
couple of pieces this afternoon. I seen you two mangy pre-verts
oogling my son over there -- he's the big 'un with them horns. He's
Harlen Buckley Johnson Junior. I laughed and told Jessie you must
be piss'n in yore' Wranglers about now," Harlen said as he shook
the men's hands.
"Worse than that, you old hound dog, we wanna' know where we go to
sign up for a tour of duty as Master Billy's ranch slaves," Tree
Griffin said, and the men shared a laugh.
"I gotta' agree with you, they's pert-damn hot," Harlen said and
told the men about never knowing he sired a son out of wedlock
until he heard about a Harlen Buckley Johnson Junior being tried
for murder in Mason, Texas and he come to see about it. He filled
them in on the details, and they were amazed. Tommy returned about
the time Harlen finished his story, with the dogs following him
and his buddies.
"Speaking of old hound dogs, I was just about to ask how Daffy and
Chloe was doing," Tank said.
"Why don't you asked them yourself? Here they come," Harlen said
and winked at Jessie.
"Howdy, Mr. Griffin! Howdy, Mr. Barger! How are you fine men
today?" Daffy asked.
"My God, he can speak? Can Chloe talk, too?" Tree asked.
"Sure I can, Mr. Griffin. Good to see you again, sir," Chloe
answered.
The men broke up laughing, petted, and made-over the dogs like
they were long lost friends. "Well, I'll be damn! We're just fine
pretty lady. It's good to see you again, Chloe, and you too,
Daffy. How did you come to talk?" Tank asked.
"When Master Billy and his cowboy-angels healed Daffy and extended
our lives, he give us the gift of speech at the same time. It took
us a while to learn, but everyone was patient and encouraged us,"
Chloe said, "Oh, look! Here comes the sheriff with his dad and
little brother. They always bring Miranda with them. Get ready,
'cause Miranda and her pups can fly," Chloe added.
"No!" Tree Griffin barely got out when a pack of winged pups flew
out from the back of the Tate family ranch van. Naturally, the
pups and Miranda came to where the other dogs were gathered. It
was mass confusion for a few minutes, but the new men were taking
it all in. Griff was enjoying seeing his big brother and his mate
experience the joy and wonder of the Daniels ranch. "You see what
I mean, Brother? You wouldn't have believed me if'n I told you,"
Griff said to his big brother.
"I ain't real sure I believe it now. Is there more?" Tree asked
with a robust little male dog in his arms giving him big,
sloppy-wet doggie kisses.
"You barely scratched the surface, Cowboy," Griff replied and
grinned.
"C'moan! You men walk over with us, and I'll introduce you to my
boy and his mates," Harlen said, and the men followed him with the
barrage of cowboys and critters. Harley-Buck, Earl, and Orville
saw the men coming and stood to meet them. Harlen shook hands with
Earl and Orville, but embraced his son like he was a lover and
kissed him passionately on the mouth. The other men developed wet
spots in their Wranglers.
"Sadist!" Harley-Buck said to his dad when they broke their kiss
and several of the men laughed including Earl and Orville.
"Well, you are a punishment slave, Son, and I'm just try'n to do
my part," Harlen said with a big grin. The other men laughed, but
the Griffins didn't get the joke.
Bubba explained, "Underneath them codpieces, they got metal
cock-cages for chastity devices to keep them from playing with
themselves. We don't deprive them of sex, but we control when and
how they get release. It's part of their training as punishment
slaves. Just like old dairy cows, they come to depend on us to
milk them from time to time, but when they get an erections there
ain't much room to grow in them cages," Bubba motioned for the men
to gather around so the ladies couldn't see what they were doing;
however, most of the women already went into the house to visit.
Bubba barked at Orville to hit parade rest, and the big slave
complied immediately to his young master's command. Bubba reached
under Orville's cod piece, undid one snap, and with one swift
motion removed it and set it on a table. Several of the other
cowboy slaves gathered around to watch. Bubba took his key and
unlocked Orville's chastity cage and removed it.
"I been working wiff' my slave almost ever' day for the last
couple of weeks teaching him some new tricks. I taught him a new
one I think you men might find amusing. You ready to make your
master proud, Slave?" Bubba asked Orville.
"I'm ready to please you, Master," Orville replied proudly and
thrust his hips forward to display his proud erection.
"Do you love me, Slave?" Bubba growled at Orville.
"I love you with all my heart, Master," Orville replied.
"On the count of three, I want you to show me and these men
gathered just how much you love your master. Do you understand, Slave?"
Bubba barked at him.
"I understand, sir, and I'm ready," Orville replied.
"Do you need me to prime you a little, Slave?" Bubba asked.
"Thank you, Master, but your slave is ready, sir," Orville replied
sincerely.
"One!" Bubba paused for a moment, "Two!" he paused for another
moment, "Three! Now, Slave! Show these men how much you love me,"
Bubba growled at Orville like a seasoned drill Sargent and Orville
erupted into the air a huge stream of hot come which made the men
in the front jump back a little. Bubba quickly thrust his hand in
front of the stream and like a catcher in the outfield, he caught
every drop of his slave's gizz. The big man didn't stop until he
shot two more loads not as big as the first but impressive
none-the-less. Bubba caught those too, and held his hand up for
Orville to lick his own come from his master's hand. Orville ate
every drop, licked his master's hand clean, and thanked Bubba for
his treat.
"Greedy Slave. I thought you might leave me a taste. I guess I'll
just have to get it from yore' mouth," Bubba grabbed Orville into
his big arms and kissed him passionately. It was obvious to the
men he was exploring Orville's mouth to taste the flavor of his
slave's gizz. Bubba didn't stop until his shot his load.
Fortunately, Bubba realized how much Orville turned him on and
started wearing a heavy-duty condom over his cock when he knew he
was going to be around his surrogate pa. He quickly unzipped his
Wranglers and shoved them down to his boot tops and winked at
Orville. The big slave dropped to his knees and methodically
removed Bubba's condom. "May I please have it, Master?" Orville
asked.
"You earned it, Slave. Take your prize," Bubba said.
Orville threw back his head and allowed the contents to slowly
drain into his waiting mouth. Orville was playing the game of
showing off for his master, and he took his time to enjoy the
moment. He pinched his fingers round the tip and squeezed the last
drops onto his tongue and swallowed again. Then he took his
master's cock into his mouth and sucked off any remaining gizz and
cleaned under Bubba's ample foreskin to get the last of his
master's goodness. Bubba handed him his bandanna. Orville
carefully and lovingly dried Bubba's awesome cock, skinned back
his foreskin to expose the head to gently dry it, kissed it, and
returned it to his master's Wranglers. Bubba zipped them up and
reattached his belt buckle.
"Well done, my good Slave!" Bubba complimented Orville, and the
big man was in tears his master was proud of him.
"Thank you for the release, Master, and my prize. It was one of
our best ever. I'm happy and proud I could please you, sir,"
Orville replied.
The men went crazy applauding for Orville and Bubba. Unknown to
Bubba, Billy and his posse including the Breedloves and Tates
walked up to see why the men were gathered. They watched the whole
thing and Billy was amazed at the progress Bubba was making with
Orville. There was no doubt in his mind they formed a relationship
based on trust, respect, and mutual admiration. It was just what
Billy wanted to happen.
"Don't chu' feel a bit humiliated being used publicly that way,
sir?" Griff asked.
Orville looked at Bubba for a clue. "You have my permission to
answer the man's question, Slave. You won't be punished for your
honesty," Bubba said firmly.
"I suppose I might feel humiliated if my master was a cold,
sadistic, mean spirited man, who delighted in debasing or
demeaning a slave, but my master understands I'm on the bottom of
the social totem-pole. What would he accomplish by degrading me
further? As a punishment slave, I have been stripped of my
humanity and reduced to the level of an animal what must be
retrained before I'm ever to be allowed to rejoin the society of
men again on any basis. Master Kirkendall is one of the most
giving and compassionate men I ever been fortunate enough to meet.
He came along when I most needed someone to work with me and show
me the way. He has become my master and my trainer, but he has
worked as hard as I have to earn my trust and affection. There is
no doubt in my mind he loves me, and I will do anything to prove
my love for him. A well trained show horse will do his best for
his master if he is spiritually conjoined with his rider and they
become as one. What little is required of me on this ranch is far
less damaging to a man's soul than to be caged in a prison to rot
year after year. I think there are several ex-cons on this ranch
who will validate my claim. While it may seem complicated to you,
sir, we understand each other. Master Bubba has certain
expectations he demands of me, but he gives me so much in return,
what little he requires of me, and what little I do to please him
is inconsequential," Orville said.
"Do you think I could teach you to do that, Son?" Harlen teased
his boy.
"You wouldn't find me uncooperative, sir. I'd do as much or more
to please you, Dad," Harley-Buck replied.
And that's the way the day went. The Griffin men were discovering
something new around every corner, and they were loving it. Next
they got into the old wagon or walked behind to take food and
goodies to the watchers to enjoy during the concert. There were
more than enough men, but Billy allowed the extras to follow if
they stood back and didn't disturb their distribution of food to
the watchers and daddy long-legs. On the way down, Randy asked
Billy if he had an opening act.
"Naw, I's just gonna' let them Byrd men do their thing. You think
we need an opening act, Pod'na?" Billy asked.
"We'll, I ain't say'n them Byrd men ain't a boffo act, but it's my
decided opinion you need a 'grabber.' Some'um what will grab your
audience's attention and set the tone and mood of the day," Randy
said and grinned.
"Your decided opinion, huh?" Billy asked and laughed.
"Yes, sir, it is," Randy replied.
"I couldn't agree wiff' you more, Cowboy, and somehow, I just got
me a feel'n you's got just the thing in mind to make the kickoff
deep into end-zone of our audience hearts; something close to
home," Billy speculated.
"I can't surprise you no more, Brother," Randy lamented like he
was frustrated.
"Like Hell you c'ain't! You liked to done blow'd ma' socks off
with them Brandenburg concertos," Billy said and laughed, "How
many you planing on playing?" Billy asked.
"The first three this time, and the last three the next concert
after the fourth of July," Randy replied, "But that ain't got
nothing to do with the first act. It's more simple, down to Earth,
but a real ball grabber and tear jerker," Randy bragged.
"I noticed you rounded up yore' posse early this morning after
breakfast and disappeared to the ship. Would it have anything to
do with that?" Billy asked.
"See, I done told ju' I c'ain't surprise or fool you no more,"
Randy wailed again.
"You keep me on my toes, Buckaroo. Don't never go underestimate'n
yore'self, 'cause I shore' don't!" Billy exclaimed and got Randy's
giggle box turned upside down.
"Then you trust me to provide a first act?" Randy asked.
"I'd trust you wiff' my life, Buckaroo. We's brothers, you and me,
birth to Earth, womb to tomb!" Billy replied dramatically taking
his big hat off and holding it over his heart.
He got Randy laughing again, "You's so full of shit, Big Brother,
but that's only a small part of why I love you," he added and fell
into another round of giggles.
* * * * * * *
Ludo, Randy's personal watcher, brought his buddy Leather-face
along with him, and as always, positioned him before him to make
sure his human buddy got his food. Leather-face looked much better
and healthier than they remembered him, and his eyes sparkled with
pleasure and happiness getting to see Billy and Randy again. Randy
told him how good he looked, and it was always a pleasure to see
him again. He gently took Randy's hand, kissed the back of it, and
spoke, "It's a real pleasure for me to come with your devoted
watcher and visit with you, if only for a moment, Young Master,"
he said.
"You're always welcome on either ranch, sir, and you may join us
anytime you feel the need. We would be honored to count you among
us," Randy said, and his voice began to choke before he got the
words out.
"The ancients have blessed you, my son, and may they continue to
bless you. Stay close and cling to your good master," he said
softly, turned, and left.
Randy looked up at Billy with watery eyes, "You're making
progress, Cowboy. I'm proud of you, Scamp," Billy said and handed
Randy his bandanna.
"One day soon, I'm going with him -- one day soon," Randy said
quietly the words from an old cowboy song he heard on the radio.
Billy didn't need an explanation. He understood Randy's meaning.
"You will know the day when it comes, Pod'na," Billy said softly.
After they finished distributing food, goodies, and bottled water
to the watchers, they returned to the compound and ate a wonderful
dinner. Once again Billy invited the village people and those
living on the ship in apartments in the castle to join them. Other
than the Griffins, there were no new folks to be surprised by an
amazing new world of people and critters. As always the Sun Bears
were the hit of the afternoon and the Griffins couldn't believe
the variety and wonder of some of the new creatures they were
meeting.
Pete Breedlove and Leon were sitting at a table with Billy's
immediate family and were comparing the new folks to their full
immersion into the Daniels family experience and laughed at their
naivety. "How is your relationship going?" Billy asked quietly
so's not to bring a great deal of attention to their conversation.
"Tolerable, sir. Downright tolerable," Leon replied, "I think Pete
and me have been most surprised by my dad and his adjustment. Now
he's up and around and getting things done, he treats Pete like
his other son. He spoils our watchers rotten," Leon laughed, "He
never did much in the kitchen before, but now he gets in there and
makes brownies and cookies for them. He's slowly getting the ranch
together. He's interested in your offer, and talks a lot about it.
He asks me and Pete what we think, but we decided it should be his
decision. If he agrees to take your generous offer, it will mean
more time for Pete and me to be together," Leon said.
"I take it you're waiting for the right time to form the beast
wiff' two backs," Billy said quietly.
"We get the day off next Friday and plan to spend the day and
night together," Pete said.
"Come to the ranch anytime Friday. Come for breakfast, spend the
day wiff' us, and spend the night in one of our new honeymoon
apartments. We'll tank you up on Texas Tea and have our grooms
prepare you. All you have to do is relax and enjoy the evening,"
Billy said.
"We was think'n on ask'n, but we didn't want to impose, sir," Leon
said.
"No, imposition. My grooms need the experience. We got some new
trainees who are assigned to assist until they's ready to fly
solo, but that won't be until after they groom their masters
several times," Billy replied.
"We'll talk it over, and let you know our schedule, but we'll
definitely take you up on your kind offer, sir," Pete said.
* * * * * * *
It turned out to be a much warmer day than Billy anticipated, so
he decide to start the Barnyard Concert a little later to give
people a bit more time to visit. Randy and his posse already got
the stage ready for their opening act. With Billy's permission,
Randy announced to the orchestra members to sit on the first two
rows in the audience, and when they were through with their act
and the small setting on the stage, they would remove the hay
bales, horse blankets, and several instruments what might be lying
about, while the orchestra members took their place on the stage.
Everyone saw them working and were fascinated by the activity and
fuss going on getting everything just right. They wondered what
Randy and his crew were going to do. He already cleared it with
Billy, it wouldn't be anything near what they would perform after
the orchestra cleared the stage for the second part of the
concert. It was primarily to showcase a couple of their unexpected
enhancements and a couple of new members to their group. They were
very thorough and made mike checks so everyone could be heard.
When everyone was seated and Billy gave the nod for the show to
begin, Randy led his crew onto the stage, and they took their
places. The two legged critters were dressed in their best Western
clothes, boots, and hats. The four legged creatures weren't
wearing anything but their fur. They arranged the bails of hay so
everyone would be approximately the same height like they were
going to take a family portrait. Gog sat on one bale and the
others took seats on corresponding bales so they were somewhat
even.
The two big dogs, Daffy and Chloe, sat on either end on two bales
of hay which raised them higher than the others like two great
lions protecting their flock. Zeke sat next to Chloe on a couple
of bales of hay and his two dogs were on either side of him.
Master-protectors Cloog, Clyde, and Mack were sitting on a bales
of hay next to Zeke and his dogs, and on their other side sat Gog
the giant.
Behind them was another two bales of hay stacked up like a great
wall enclosing the group in a canyon. On the bottom row of hay
bales sat Tommy Griffin, Poly, Rory, Aeron, Randy, Pard, Cal,
Cass, and Kayla. There was an old cast-iron bean pot sitting on
some logs to make it look like they were gathered around a
campfire.
Randy stood, walked to the edge of the stage, looked out at the
audience and grimaced. "Can everyone hear me okay?" he asked and
everyone roared back they could including the watchers and daddy
long-legs. "Good, glad to see you're paying attention. We got more
of my posse coming, but their flight must have been delayed due to
clear weather," he said and giggled. He got a big laugh. Randy put
his hand up over his eyes to shield them from the bright afternoon
sun and looked from horizon to horizon.
"Ah, here they come, Squadron K-9-Seven. They's a mite late, but a
couple are still earn'n their wings," Randy said and everyone
turned to look back over their shoulders to see an Aussie cattle
dog with her six pups flying in a 'V' formation with the lady pups
on her right and the male pups on her left. Everyone applauded as
Miranda and her pups flew around the audience in a large circle,
headed for the stage, and landed on the highest bales of hay
behind everyone else. The audience went crazy applauding.
"Glad you could join us, Mother Miranda, and your family, too,"
Randy said, and the crowd laughed.
"We'd been here sooner, but Gracie got a flat tire," Miranda said,
and everyone laughed.
"Everyone okay?" Randy asked the pups.
"We're fine, Master Randy," Gracie replied.
"Good, then let's start the show. We still have one member to
bring out, and the purpose of this act is to welcome her to our
family and to introduce her to those of you who haven't met her
yet. She is a lovely little lady, and let's give her a warm
welcome when she comes out. C'moan out, Miss Molly! Come say
'hello' to the good folks of the Daniels ranch," Randy said and
Billy sent her onto the stage to run to Randy.
There were 'oohs' and 'aahs' as the pretty little dog ran to
Randy. He took her into his arms, gave her a big kiss, and she
returned his love in kind. He sat down on the edge of the stage
with Molly in his lap.
"Molly came to us last week. She had a terrible bad time. Her
mistress passed away, and she couldn't arouse nobody. Molly was
alone for two days and nights before anyone came to investigate.
She barked and barked until a neighbor lady came and let herself
in the house. They took her mistress away, and took Molly to the
local animal shelter. The officer in charge of the shelter, Mrs.
Lima Bean..." everyone laughed, ".... no, really, that's her real
name. Miss Lima married Bubba Bean and became Mrs. Lima Bean," he
explained, "Anyway, Lima took Molly to Doc Oatie Breedlove to be
checked out and asked him to find a home for her, because she
didn't want to put such a sweet lady in with them rough and rowdy
cow dogs. Doc Oatie agreed and brought Molly to the ranch. Did I
leave anything out, Sweetheart?" he asked Molly.
"No, Master Randy, you told my story good," she said, and everyone
sighed like she was the cutest thing they every saw.
"You ready to sing with your new family, Molly?" Randy asked.
"I'm ready, Master Randy," she said, and they walked together to
join the others.
Tommy was sitting on the end and took up his fiddle and smiled at
his family. Clyde had his big guitar slung around his neck, and
old Zeke had a French harp he pulled out of his pocket.
"To start the show we're going to sing some old Cowboy songs and
one Irish ballad. This probably would have gone down better before
the second half of the Barnyard Concert, but on the other hand,
the songs we're gonna' sing are 'classic,' so they ain't too far
from being 'classical' music. Besides that, there is method in my
madness by starting the show this way which will remain a mystery
to everyone but my posse here on the stage. Brother Clyde, Brother
Tommy, and Grand-bro Zeke, if you will be so kind, start us up a
tune," Randy said, and the three musicians began to play a rousing
introduction to "The Old Chisholm Trail."
The Griffin family's jaws dropped, and they were grinning ear to
ear when their little Tommy sounded like a professional fiddle
player who played in a country band for years and this was just
another gig. The song is about a cowboy telling about his life
riding the Chisholm Trail for the U-2 brand cattle company when
cattle were herded north to meet the railroads. The railroads
eventually made it into the rest of the country by the turn of the
century and the actual time of the cattle drives was a scant
twenty to thirty years of history depending on whose story you
believe. Almost everyone in the group got to sing a verse by
themselves. The dogs joined in on the chorus. The audience went
bananas at the end of the song and Randy urged Tommy, Clyde, and
Zeke to take a bow. The Griffins were going crazy applauding for
their boy.
Their next song was a sad song about a dying cowboy, "The Streets
of Laredo." Gog sang the solo part, and the others joined in on
the chorus. Kayla played her wooden flute and made it wail
mournfully in the right places. Tommy played the fiddle obbligato
while Clyde played his guitar. The audience was blown away by
Gog's deep bass voice and the professional way he sang the song.
He had just the right cowboy twang to his voice. He took a solo
bow with Kayla, Tommy, and Clyde.
Then, Randy's posse sang "The Yellow Rose of Texas," "Red River
Valley," and finally came down to their last song: an old Irish
ballad. "You ready to sing for the people, Sweetheart?" he asked
Molly.
"I'm ready, Master Randy, will the rest of my family join me on
the second verse?" Molly asked.
"We'll be happy to, Little Lady," Randy replied.
Tommy and Clyde played a brief intro, Molly threw back her pretty
little head and began to sing "Danny Boy" in crystal clear tones.
The audience became so quiet you could have heard a ghost fart. No
one wanted to miss a sound of the beautiful small voice coming
forth from the pretty little dog. Molly did a 'Susan Boyle' number
on them. She shocked everyone. She captured their imagination, and
they were in awe. They were stunned by the beauty of the small
dog's voice and the purity of her singing. She was like an angel
who came to Earth just to sing her song.
Tom McMartin turned to Billy, "If I got something I really wanna'
sell, I know who I'm contacting to do the job," he said sucking in
air and trying not to laugh, "I'm convinced that damn kid could
sell snow to Eskimos and make them think they got a bargain," Tom
declared and broke up laughing.
"I hear that, Brother. I wondered what the little scamp was up to,
and now it comes clear. He wanted to showcase his newest brother,
Tommy, for the Griffin family, and is championing Miss Molly. Look
at Clara Mae sitting on the front row with them tears in her eyes.
I hope she recovers quick enough to be able to play," Billy said
and joined his posse in a good laugh.
"At least you're leading him in the right direction," Tom said.
"I ain't real sure who's leading whom, Brother," Billy said.
"I can relate to that. I was sure we'd get the door slammed in our
face when he stood up to the Warden to buy Erin Mascaro at his
price and wouldn't back down," Tom said.
"It was a moment of truth for a number of us, but I'm glad we done
it his way," Billy said.
"I agree," Tom said.
When Randy and his posse finished the song, the audience went
crazy and shouted for more. They wouldn't let them leave the
stage. Randy looked at Billy for a cue. Billy held up his
forefinger and mouthed the words: one more. Randy nodded and
raised his arms for the audience to quiet down.
"Okay, we'll do one more song, but you gotta' help us on this one.
The words will be on the screen over the barn, and you can sing
along," Randy said and the people settled down. They struck up a
rousing chorus of "Deep In The Heart of Texas." Everyone sang
along and clapped their hands together after each phrase. When you
have a group of young men and women with good, strong voices, even
an old hackneyed song can become great fun, and the audience
thoroughly enjoyed themselves. After another round of applause and
the instrumentalist taking bows, Randy and his posse left the
stage. The orchestra personnel began to walk up the stairs to the
stage to take their places, and a number of cowboys made quick
work of removing the bales of hay from the small area used by
Randy and his crew.
The Griffins were even more impressed to see the young men in
Randy's posse, including their boy, Tommy, take their places
within the orchestra; so did the young woman who sang with them
and played the wood flute so well. They wondered to each other how
these kids could learn to play difficult musical instruments in
such a short period of time. The two cowboys, Tree, and Tank,
didn't know what the Hell to think except Griff warned them it
would be like walking into another world, complete with strange
beings they never experienced before.
* * * * * * *
Randy was right. When Billy walked onto the stage after everyone
took their places, the audience gave him a standing ovation. He
turned, grinned real big, and bowed to the audience, blew them a
kiss, and waved for them to sit down. He explained the program,
and the pieces they would play. The Byrd men, Wilbur and Wilbur
Junior, took their places standing at the front of the orchestra
next to Billy on the conductor's stand. They didn't use music.
They memorized the Vivaldi concerto, and from the downbeat to the
last note, they played flawlessly.
Billy could tell the father-son duo were becoming icons to his
family. They could do no wrong, and they jumped up to give them a
standing ovation. There was yelling, clapping, stomping of boots,
hats flying through the air, whistling, and whoops of joy. Billy
was proud of his family. They didn't just show mild satisfaction.
If they really liked something, they pulled out all the stops. The
Byrd men never received such adulation since they premiered
Billy's concerto, but they were loving it.
Billy got the stampeding herd to quiet down and grab their hats.
He promised there was much more to come.
The Bizet piece isn't a long piece but it's terribly dramatic and
has some beautiful harmonies which lends itself well to the
euphonium. Once again, the Byrd-men could do no wrong. When they
finished, Wilbur Junior, hugged his dad and gave him a kiss. That
only added fuel to the already inflamed audience. They loved
themselves some Byrd men. The Byrd family couldn't have been
happier. The Griffins were in awe of the music and their boy was
playing right along with the best of them like he was a seasoned
musician. They couldn't have been more pleased and proud.
* * * * * * *
After the cowboy hats were returned to the audience, and they
settled down, Clara Mae came forward with her oboe d'amore and
gave a brief talk about the three double reed instruments she
brought along with her. Clara Mae didn't use music either. She had
her concerto in her meat-computer. She played it so many times,
she found herself playing it in her sleep. Billy gave the downbeat
and marveled at the experience of conducting with a musician as
technically perfect and concentrated as Clara Mae.
She reminded Billy as being the Glenn Gould of the double reeds.
Her phrasing and trills were the icing on the cake of her
performance. She played the complete Bach concerto without a flaw,
and she won the minds and hearts of her audience. They were with
her every note of the way and couldn't have shown her more love
when she finished. Somehow, the cowboys didn't throw their hats at
her. They decided it was a man thing, and a lady should be more
respected. They just tossed them up in the air several times.
Clara was pleased with their response.
She retrieved her English Horn and played a couple of notes for
her audience to hear the difference between the the two
instruments. Clara announced she would be playing the first half
of the second movement of Dvorák's ninth symphony, which the
orchestra would be playing in-full the following Saturday for the
fourth of July celebration. The orchestra began and Clara Mae came
in with the wonderful melody. You could feel the people in the
audience as they took a collective sigh at the beauty of the
piece. It was over too soon to suit them and again they gave Clara
Mae a rousing round of applause.
She got her oboe and played a couple of scales, so they could hear
it was the most bright of the three double-reed instruments. The
orchestra began to play the music from "Gabriel's Oboe" and Clara
Mae joined in with the solo part. She played it with all her heart
and while it was a short piece the audience loved it. They
applauded and called for her to play it again. During the applause
somebody tickled Billy's mind. << Is 'zat chew, Cowboy?
>> he asked, thinking it was Randy.
<< No, young master. Turn and look to the clouds just
above the cliff where your watchers and daddy long-legs are
sitting, >> the deep mature voice said.
Billy turned and looked, and sitting on four white winged horses
were four angels with white wings. << I'm the one
holding the trumpet. I am Gabriel. Next to me is Michael, then
Samael, and the angel next to him is Raphael. We have been
listening and enjoying your music. By now you must know music is
the key to heaven and the universe, and a form of communication
that spans the void. Tell your talented lady to play the piece
again. I will join in as an echo and play a descant above the
melody of the lovely piece she just played. Gabriel's oboe,
indeed, >> the archangel sent.
"Miss Clara Mae, Honey,..." Billy turned to get her attention,
"Can you see them four angels on them winged white horses in the
clouds above the cliffs?" Billy asked.
"My God, I see them, Maestro Billy, and the one carrying the long
silver trumpet, is he -- ?" she asked.
"Yes, Dear-heart, he's the real Gabriel. He just done told me to
tell you to play the piece again, and he would provide an echo and
a descant. Play it like you did the first time, and let him do his
thing. Can you do that?" Billy asked.
"Of course I can! Music is my life, and I own this audience, they
are my family," Clara Mae said boldly and got Billy laughing.
"I never doubted for a moment, Dear Lady. You do, indeed, own
their hearts, and may I include mine? Now tell them we'll play it
again," Billy said.
Clara Mae told the audience they would repeat the piece. She knew
they didn't see the angels in the clouds sitting on the white
horses. Billy gave the downbeat, and the orchestra began to play.
Clara Mae played the first passage and watched the angel put the
seven-foot bright-silver trumpet to his lips and played the exact
notes she played, but softly like it was an echo from heaven.
Every head in the audience turned to see where the echo was coming
from. It came time for Clara to play the next phrase and the
winged trumpeter played the exact notes when she paused. Clara Mae
was undaunted and continued to play the piece. Gabriel played the
most awesome counterpoint and pseudo-descant to the melody; it was
stunning. It was so beautiful it brought tears to Clara Mae's
eyes, but she wasn't alone. When they finally played the final
note, Gabriel played the same note an octave higher, and it was
perfect. The crowd burst into applause. Everyone was in awe except
one older angel.
Ezekiel snorted to himself and muttered under his breath, "Dang
showoff! I'll show that pompous clown a thing or two about how to
play a trumpet," he mused.
Randy heard him, laughed, and put his arm around Zeke's shoulder.
"I know'd you can play better'n 'nat, Daddy Zeke. I done heard you
last e'nin. Take that rank amateur to school, sir. Teach him a
note or two. Show him what chu' got, Pod'na! They's a new sheriff
in town what's got his'self a better horn, and is quicker on the
draw with them fancy trills," Randy said like an old time
gunslinger giving advice to a greenhorn. Zeke laughed and gave
Randy a hug.
The audience didn't forget Clara Mae and continued to applaud for
her in appreciation of her talents. They gave her a standing
ovation. She was moved to tears they didn't just ignore her when
their attention was averted. Most of the audience thought the
arrival of the angels was another contrived surprise Randy and
Billy dreamed up for a boffo finish to the first section of the
Barnyard Concert. They just thought it was part of the act, and in
a way, it was.
As the orchestra was putting their instruments away and heading
for their reserved seats, Billy called for a brief intermission to
greet their new guests. It was only then they figured out the
arrival of the angels might be an unscheduled event. Depending on
their rank, angels have been known to overdo the melodramatic
content of any given moment; however, with Billy, there was no
such thing as rank. The young cowboy made up his mind there would
be no intimidation or power struggle between them. The archangels
were of no more import to him than his own accumulated band of
left-behind angels which came to him from hither and yon, and that
included Zeke. Still, he thought to himself, them fine looking
winged horses they were riding could easily worm their way into
his cowboy heart.
The four horses flew down into the pasture behind the gathered
herd of Irin-cattle who were standing enjoying the concert. The
angels dismounted, dropped their reins, and allowed their steeds
to graze in the sweet grasses of the meadow. They turned and
walked together through the cattle to the back of the audience.
Everyone made room for them as they walked down the center isle
toward the stage. Billy and his gathered posse stood waiting for
them.
Billy was going to to go to them, but his dad put the kibosh on
that thought quick enough. << Let them come to you, Son.
For what they put their brothers through, unwitting or not,
demands they show humility to the new sheriff, no matter how
mighty they might assess themselves. They were created to be
nothing more than tools for a greater entity in the universe who
failed and deserted them. 'Hindsight-remorse' or 'egg-on-face'
don't do justice to their cowardice when they turned their backs
on their brothers for their own personal safety or sanctity;
take your pick. A simple act of reservation on your part
will be enough to re-balance the equilibrium of our current
cosmos. Be warm and welcoming, but remember 'thy will be done'
in all things in the heavens and on Earth. You may be as
gracious as you like, but leave no doubt in their minds, you
demand their total dedication; no ifs, ands, or comely butts
about it; nor small print at the bottom of a contract neither.
For once in their prolonged miserable lives, force them to be
responsible, and make the right decision, >> Nick sent
to his young master.
<< If I remember nothing else about what you just said,
the part about their comely butts will live in my brain forever,
Tonto. Thanks for your vote of confidence, Pa, >>
Billy returned his message.
<< You Kemosabe! Me, Tonto! Just do'n my job, Boss,
>> Nick replied.
The angels approached. Each was wearing a great sword. They were
not wearing white linen robes, but rather suits of armor made of
similar, if not the same, lightweight bluish-silver color as the
star-people when they revealed themselves to Randy and his posse
whose image he shared with his big brother. They stood looking at
each other for a moment, sizing each other up. The other three
angels looked to Gabriel for a cue, and saw he was looking
directly into Billy's eyes. They watched as a big grin spread
across the archangel's face and he spoke, "Fuck Galahad! He was
never so comely, Master Billy. You, on the other hand, are a
strikingly handsome young man," Gabriel said, unbuckling his
sword, falling to his knees, and offered up his weapon to Billy
with his head bowed, "No matter what you've heard about us
archangels, Sire, take my sword and make me one of your own,
Master. Your ability to make such sweet music, alone, qualifies
you to claim me, sir. I will be your most humble servant for as
long as you have need of me, Sire," he added.
The other archangels followed Gabriel's lead, dropped to their
knees before Billy, and offered up their swords as well.
<< Is he serious or is he gaming me, pa? >>
Billy flashed to his dad.
<< Wow! One 'Master;' one 'sir;' and two 'Sires'? You
done hit the jackpot, Kemosabe. He's dead serious, Son. It ain't
no test or jest. I ain't never seen him bow down to no man. H'it
t'weren't me what refused to bow to mankind, it was him. He's
yours to command, >> Nick replied, << I'll
tell you more in private, >> he added.
"Rise, Sir Gabriel, Sir Michael, Sir Raphael, and Sir Samael. Keep
you swords for the moment and show me your love," Billy said
opening his arms to Gabriel. The huge angel embraced Billy, raised
and spread his wings over them, and they kissed a kiss of great
passion like Gabriel was either pouring himself into Billy or he
was taking from him a treasure he dreamed and hoped for so many
centuries he lost count. Actually, he was doing both, taking and
giving, and Billy was receiving as much as he was giving. There
was no need for doubt, with their kiss, the big angel was telling
the young cowboy he would follow Billy to the gates of Hell itself
and beyond without fear and knew no power in heaven or Earth could
defeat them in any quest they undertook.
Billy went down the line and each angel conveyed their love and
Billy gave them as much in return as they could handle. Samael
seemed to be the hungriest and the most eager to give in return.
He seemed to Billy to be the youngest brother of the four, but he
knew they were most likely created at the same time. Billy could
feel a deep remorse and sadness within him like a heavy weight was
holding his heart captive just as Prometheus was bound unto a
giant rock. << Let it go, my bright angel. Whatever's
eating at your heart. I release you. You are forgiven. The heavy
burden of your sorrow shall be no more, >> Billy sent
and the smallest of the four angels released a gush of emotions
onto Billy, but the young cowboy stood strong and held Samael
tight until he got himself together.
Everyone witnessing the exchange between them were stunned beyond
belief. The humans heard of angels and knew a few of their names
but never knew they were real entities. Most chalked it up to
mythology.
Billy stood before them. "Will you angels swear your allegiance to
me and no other?" he asked.
"We so swear, Master Billy," they replied in unison.
"Good! Then you are no longer the sons of 'El.' You are free
agents who have chosen to follow me and my family. Therefore from
this day forth, you belong to no higher being than the brown-dirt
cowboy you see before you, but you will belong and swear
allegiance to the greater Daniels family. I will hold you to the
trust I offer to become a part of my greater family," Billy said
firmly.
"We have waited a long while for you, Master Billy," Michael said,
"To become a part of your family, is the first step toward our
salvation, Sire, for having sinned against our brothers," he
added.
"Then come with me and my men, you former son's of El, and we will
re-brand you as our own. Then we will return for the second half
of the classical portion of our Barnyard Concert," Billy
announced, and they consented. Billy told the crowd they would
return in a few minutes, for them to relax, take a break, and they
would start the music again as soon as possible. Billy and his
posse welcomed the archangels and there was more tears and words
of contrition and forgiveness.
Billy and his posse took them to store their wings, armor, and
swords in the 'cloakroom.' Billy ordered them to undress and stand
naked before him and his angels. They didn't hesitate to remove
their armor and clothing. Billy told Clyde to outfit them to look
just like any of the other cowboys on the Daniels ranch. When they
were done, they seemed pleased and proud to be dressed like their
brothers and commented their new clothes were much more
comfortable than the suits of armor. While they were in the
cloakroom area, Gabriel spied Billy's sword the Grigori gave him.
"Is that Excalibur, Master Billy?" Ralph asked.
"It is indeed! I ain't had an occasion to use it, but I think it
might come in handy one of these days," Billy replied.
"My God, with that, we would be defenseless against you," Mike
said.
"Good thing you decided to join our family," Billy said, and
everyone laughed.
Billy returned with his group and smiled to see Clara Mae sitting
with the Daniels ladies. At her feet were Daffy and Chloe, and
Molly was sitting in her lap enjoying being petted and made over.
Everyone applauded the returning men and complemented the angels
on looking comfortable and more at home. They agreed and admitted
they felt at home among the good folks of the Daniels ranch. Billy
went on stage and announced their artist in part-time residence,
Jessie Jones, would play a couple of pieces for them which he
would announce.
There was great applause as Jessie walked onto the stage. He
announced he would only be playing one work, since there was a lot
more music to be heard, and he didn't want to take up too much of
their time. "I would like to play for you another piece by the
great composer of the symphony the orchestra played the first time
they came to the ranch and played the Rachmaninoff Rhapsody with
me: Ludwig Von Beethoven's sonata number 24 in F-sharp major," he
said and sat down at the piano to play. He paused for a moment and
turned on his bench, "Where are my mentors?" he asked looking
directly at Daffy and Chloe. They jumped up and ran to the stairs
and up onto the stage and took their places on either side of
Jessie. The audience laughed and applauded for him.
He took the time to pat and make over each huge dog. He returned
his attention to the piano and began to play. Jessie never ceased
to amaze Billy, and those for whom he played. He could easily move
from one style of music to another without any difficulty, and his
playing of the early Beethoven sonata was masterful and a fully
mature performance of the piece down to the last note. It was
crystal clear and beautifully realized. While Jessie was playing,
Zelma, who was sitting next to Billy on his left, leaned over and
asked quietly, "Have you made him an angel yet?"
"No, but I think he's overdue, don't you?" Billy asked in return.
"I couldn't agree more, Maestro," Zelma replied and gently pinched
him on his arm. Billy laughed at her.
"Is you try'n to tell me if a man plays like an angel, he should
be one?" Billy asked.
"I am," Zelma replied and grinned.
"Consider it done, Pretty Lady," Billy said.
When Jessie finished, the audience demanded an encore and wouldn't
let him leave the stage without one. Billy nodded to him to take
his time. He returned and nimbly ripped off another Scarlatti
sonata Billy never heard before, but it was lovely and delicately
executed. It was clear when he finish, Jessie had become family to
the Daniels audience, and they displayed their love for him and
his talent. They wanted another, but Jessie explained there was
much more music to come. He would play for them again the
following weekend at the great fourth of July Barnyard Concert
when he would be playing Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. They
applauded as he waved and walked off the stage.
* * * * * *
Randy's home-brew chamber orchestra took the stage and patiently
waited for their leader. Randy looked at Tom and Abigale McMartin
who seemed to be in a quandary wondering why their two boys were
sitting with the orchestra holding two very old looking oboes
along with Randy's new brother, Pard. Randy looked at them, and
Rory gave Randy a big wink. Apparently the boys made a pact not to
say anything to their parents about their new enhanced talents.
Randy started laughing and Rory joined him. He nudged his little
brother, pointed to Randy shaking his head, and Cal started
laughing with them.
Kate decided she didn't want to play the harpsichord. She didn't
feel comfortable, and during their performance the night before,
she thought she might be holding some of the better players back.
Billy volunteered to play and direct from the harpsichord, and
their problem was solved. Billy also wanted more violas. While Roz
and Clyde did an excellent job the night before, Billy wanted
Clyde to play another bass fiddle with Mack to add to the overall
sonority of the music. Clyde was happy to play the bass. He
admitted to Billy, while he was fine on the viola he wasn't
comfortable with it. Clyde felt his fingers were too big to
cleanly play some of the the faster passages. He told Billy, if he
was going to ride the range with Johann Sebastian, he wanted the
biggest fiddle he could mount.
Billy secretly contracted with Baby Byrd and her cousin to play
the viola parts with Roz. When Billy told them what his family
home-brew chamber orchestra would be playing, they rolled their
eyes and laughed. The first three Brandenburgs were a major
undertaking for seasoned professional musicians, and the ladies
were in awe Billy and his crew would attempt them; however, by
that time, they came to expect the unexpected from their maestro.
They said they played the six concertos many times, and would be
pleased to sit in as part of Billy's family musicians.
Billy also promised them a hefty bonus to sweeten the deal. They
were thrilled to be included in the mini-conspiracy Billy and his
family were planning. The other Byrds cajoled and pumped them
mercilessly for information to find out what Billy's family
planned, but they were true to their 'Maestro.' They explained, if
they told, and it got back to Master Billy, they might not get the
extra bonus he promised. Billy never made the threat, but they
found it a useful ploy to escape their family's interrogation.
It was getting late in the afternoon and the sun was starting to
sink in the west. It was a lovely afternoon and the temperature
was perfect for music to ring out over the crowd, down into the
valley, and answer from the limestone cliffs. Billy walked onto
the stage. Everyone stood and applauded for him. Billy stood
before the grand harpsichord and spoke, "Family, friends, and
neighbors, I take great pleasure in presenting the beginnings of
our very own chamber orchestra here at the Shire. And since the
Byrds are here practically every weekend, we cheated a mite to ask
Baby Byrd and Cousin Byrd to help with the violas.
"I know our small chamber orchestra looks like a rag-tag group,
but looks can be deceiving. I think you know everyone one the
stage, but for those who don't I will introduced you to everyone,"
Billy said. He went from person to person and urged them stand,
but he told Gog he didn't have to stand, everybody could see him.
He had Gog hold up his hand and everyone laughed. "Without further
ado we will now play for you Johann Sebastian Bach's Brandenburg
Concerto number one," Billy said and sat down at the harpsichord.
He beat three bars to show them the tempo he wanted, and the next
downbeat they began. And what a glorious sound they made.
Cloog and Zekes's coach horns were spot on and they were perfectly
aligned with each others playing. Billy could see Uncle Tom about
to jump out of his chair hearing his two sons playing two ancient
oboes perfectly together. Abigail laughed and held him in his seat
as Tom settled for pointing his finger on his outstretched arm
toward his boys like he wanted the world to know 'them two' was
the fruit of his loins. The Griffin family was stunned their boy
was playing his violin as well as the others. Poly was the concert
master for the group, and the rest of the violin players followed
him.
The new angels to join the family sat with their mouths open. They
knew Zeke from many years ago, but they never knew he had such
talent. The most amazing player in the group was the giant Gog and
his bassoon. He was flawless and played with the purity of an
angel. Billy thought if he played the bass line with the pedal
harpsichord, the group would achieve the full rounded sound he
wanted. It worked, and he was pleased with the results. Randy's
merry band of music makers didn't hold back. They started at a
breathtaking pace and trudged on to the very
finish.
When they finished the first concerto, the audience went nuts.
Billy was sure there were more cowboy hats thrown at the stage
than any other time in their short history. He thought it was an
amusing but wonderful way of judging how well they played and how
much they communicated with their audience. Even the watchers and
daddy long-legs were jumping up and down waving their arms and
shouting their approval. The audience was beginning to shout they
wanted more. Billy raised his hand to speak, and they quieted
down.
"Sit down, relax, and we'll play the second Brandenburg Concerto
for you, featuring our very on ex-archangel and now full-time
buckaroo, Master Zeke. Zeke will be our soloist playing the
exceptionally difficult baroque trumpet. Our younger brother, Rory
McMartin will be the oboe soloist, and the lovely and talented
Kayla Rutherford will be the wood-flute soloist. Her younger
brother, Bossman Ramrod Randy Rutherford will be the fiddle
soloist. Ready? Fasten your seat-belts 'cause here we go," he said
and gave a downbeat. Billy was going to let his musicians set the
pace. Zeke was so stoved-up about his chance to do a
one-up-man-ship number on his brother, ex-archangel Gabriel, he
wouldn't miss the opportunity. He now thought of him as Gabe. 'My
how the mighty have fallen,' he thought to himself, and 'Did he
really want to kick his brother when he was down?'
The answer came to him from some unknown source, << Hell,
yes! Go for it, Brother Zeke, >> and he saw Randy
grin. Zeke started out like a thoroughbred race horse out of the
paddocks, perfectly timed and straining at the bit. He set the
pace, and it was dazzling. Zeke was even more brilliant than he
was the night before, and good to his word, he got off by himself
and practiced most of the morning on his trills until he was
confident he could do them perfectly.
It seemed like the first movement went by so fast is was coming to
an end too soon, but Zeke marked his territory. For trumpet
playing, he owned the day. The final chord played and the well
trained audience was having none of Billy's concert manners stand
in their way of showing their love and appreciation for their home
team of musicians. They jumped up together as one body and let out
a roar you could have heard in the next county. The four soloist
took a bow and Billy didn't try to discourage them. He was bathing
in the moment. The looks on the faces of the symphony members were
one of pure adulation and joy for the young musicians and their
Maestro. Billy finally got them settled down, and made them
promise to wait to the end of the piece, then they could tear the
barn down.
The slow movement was a trio between the wood-flute, the violin,
and the oboe. It was Randy's chance to shine, and he was
excellent. He put his young cowboy heart into the music. Everyone
was touched with the three soloist playing off of each other and
listening to each others musical contribution as well as their
own. It was a great and intimate exchange of musical ideas which
can only be achieved in a chamber setting.
At the start of the the last movement, Zeke launched out of the
gate at such a wicked pace, Billy thought the others might not be
able to keep up with him. It was almost like he was challenging
the rest of the players. They dug deep and made a good showing of
themselves. Zeke was calling them to play their very best, not
only for him, but for them as well. The old angel was even more
brilliant than he was in the first movement, and people began
standing to get a better look at his playing until everyone was on
their feet halfway though the last movement.
It was one of the most other worldly experiences anyone could
remember in a long time. When music becomes so sublime and
well-played, it opens something inside which connects directly
with your soul. Randy's band of misfit musicians was just that
good. When they played the last note, Billy was afraid the
audience just might burn the barn down, but they settled on
throwing their hats, stomping boots, clapping, whistling, and
shouting their appreciation. They were in love with the new
chamber orchestra.
Many of the other orchestra members sitting in the front rows were
stunned. They wouldn't let the players off the stage. They were so
taken with the four soloist they insisted on a repeat of the last
movement. They were a hungry lot, but Billy thought when the music
was as sweet as his group played, it only helped to fatten the
fires of the soul.
Billy calmed them down and conferred with his soloists if they
were up to another go of the last movement. They agreed, but Kayla
asked if she could swap her alto wood-flute for a soprano. She
thought the higher pitch with the bright trumpet might be more
appealing. Billy and Randy agreed and she got her other flute and
was ready to go. Kayla was right. It even heightened the effect,
and it was much easier to hear the back and forth play between the
oboe, the trumpet, and Kayla's flute.
Billy never heard it played before with a soprano recorder, but he
had to admit it brought a brilliance to the piece he never
considered, and Kayla's playing was crisp and masterful. The four
soloist were even better than the first go-round and played it at
an even faster speed. It was breathtaking, and the members of the
audience were sitting on the edge of their seats. It was a once in
a lifetime moment when everything came together and jelled to
become a perfect jewel of an experience which, under the best of
conditions, could rarely be duplicated again. The audience was
once again on their feet and Kayla, Randy, Zeke, and Rory took bow
after bow until they folks were exhausted from showing their love.
* * * * * * *
It was beginning to get dark. Billy wondered if they should just
skip the third Brandenburg. "We can't," Randy said.
"When you say some'um like 'at, you make shivers run up me old
back, Cowboy. You done promised somebody you would perform it,
right?" Billy asked.
"See, I done told ju' I can't fool you no more, my good Master,"
Randy replied and grinned.
"And, by 'my good Master' you's telling me I would understand?"
Billy asked.
"We should stop talk'n about it and take you to Vegas, Brother,"
Randy replied and got Billy and his posse laughing.
"Tell me about it, little Brother," Billy demanded.
"I left a channel open like I promised for some folks to sweeten
their dreams," Randy replied.
"Nothing wrong with that. They's expecting the third Brandenburg,
right?" Billy asked.
"Yes, sir, it's one of their favorites," Randy replied.
"Then, let's do it," Billy said.
The third concerto is for strings and continuo only. After the
wind players left the stage, Billy and the string players were
alone. Billy conducted from the harpsichord. They started in and
began at a goodly but not frantic pace. The string players were
surrounding the harpsichord and were standing except for the
cellos who were sitting. The sun set and it was dark but the stage
lights were adequate to see the music. The harpsichord was aligned
parallel to the front of the stage and Billy could not only see
his musicians, he could also see most of the audience.
They were well into the first movement when beautiful four pointed
stars began to appear around in the sky. At first they were
unnoticeable to most in the audience, but the watchers and daddy
long-legs could see them forming above their heads and in front of
them. They didn't make a sound but looked on in wonder. Billy
smiled while playing and caught Randy's eye and winked at him.
Randy grinned and nodded he saw them and never missed a note. By
the time they finished the first movement, the star-people were
fully present and made a beautiful sight in the sky. They were
giving off a soft light and it fell on everyone like it was a
blessing. There was some apprehension in the audience but once
again they were used to unusual things around the ranch. They
didn't let the phenomenon get the better of them.
When Billy's musicians finished the first movement, he stood and
announced to the audience not to fear or have any apprehensions.
They were experiencing a visit from the star-people who have been
gracious enough to come listen to their music making. Billy bowed
deeply to the star-people and bid them welcome. "It is a great
honor to have you among us this evening. We hope you find our
music making to your liking," he said and returned to the
harpsichord.
Between the first and third movement is a brief harpsichord
cadenza with bass continuo accompaniment. Billy couldn't pass up
the opportunity to gussy it up a bit and improvise just enough to
be tasteful but not too showy. Finally, when he came to final
cadence of the bridge, he gave another nod and the fiddles took
off like a rocket sled and started the gigue of the final
movement.
It was one of the first pieces Poly and Cass learned from Mistress
Kate when they first arrived at the ranch with their Strads, and
they were spectacular. Poly gave a pass of the jig solo to each of
the individual fiddle players until they each enjoyed their moment
to shine. When Tommy took one step forward and played his jig his
family was in tears. Tommy could see his two big cowboy uncles
with an arm around each other with their bandannas wiping their
eyes.
The visitors responded by glowing brighter every time one of the
young men they enhanced showed off his talent for them. It was a
glow of love and a sign of great approval the young humans were
finding such joy and release through their passion to create
something more beautiful and wonderful than themselves as
individuals. They were a part of the whole who became a part of
the creation of something rare and transcendent. Even the audience
could feel it as the lovely light fell upon them, and they were
bathed in the joy and love the Essengurda were bestowing upon
them.
"Unbelievable. It can only be the Essene guards and their
families," Gabriel said to Michael.
"Whoever is behind this gathering has good taste. I'm more sure by
the minute we made the right decision," he told his brother.
"I couldn't agree more, Brother. The Essene guards haven't been
heard from in centuries. There's been rumors, but no
confirmations. There must be hundreds of them. They weren't
fabricants like us. They were an advanced race who developed on
Earth and settled in the north countries. They were mostly
peaceful and hospitable to the early humans, but they could also
be fearless and ruthless warriors when it came to protecting their
own," Ralphael said.
The final chord was played to the concerto, and the audience, once
again, erupted in applause and many other various means of showing
their appreciation. Randy marveled at them. He never realized just
how far a cowboy could sail his hat to get it onto the stage. He
thought maybe it should become a new Olympic sport: Cowboy hat
tossing. He imagined himself working hard to win a gold medal for
his county with the perfect toss. Billy and his chamber orchestra
took several bows, and afterward, they took an intermission before
the second half of the Barnyard Concert.
Billy told Randy to send a message to his friends they were
welcome to let themselves be seen and join them to enjoy the last
half of lighter music making.
"I did, Brother, but they prefer to wait and meet with you and
Captain Nick at your convenience. They suggested perhaps an
evening this week of more music making in the chapel we
discovered. Besides, there's about three hundred of them, and it
might be a bit crowded around here. They can observe and listen
just fine in the their star form," Randy said.
"That will be fine. Maybe even tomorrow evening. I'd like a chance
to try out the organ you were telling me about and maybe we can
talk grandma Kate, Roxanne, and Vox to play for us," Billy said.
"They'd love that," Randy assured him.
During the break period, Randy accompanied his posse to the picnic
tables for some Texas Tea and and a couple of Hosanna cakes. Molly
and the other canines joined the boys. Since their adventure
together, they considered themselves part of Master Randy's group.
Molly was sitting in Randy's lap and everyone was talking, but the
pretty little dog was quiet. "Are you having a good time, Molly,
or are you quiet in memory of your mistress?" Randy asked petting
her gently and sharing a bite of his Hosanna cake with her.
"A little of both, Master Randy," she said licking her lips.
"I noticed you were sitting with Miss Clara. Do you like her?"
Randy asked.
"Oh, yes, she loves our kind and is good and thoughtful. She is
also very talented and plays her instruments like an angel. I've
grown quite fond of her today, and I'm very flattered she likes
me," Molly said in a reserved manner like she was hedging about
something.
"But...?" Randy prompted her like he was expecting more.
"I know it might sound terrible of me, Master Randy, but she
smells bad," Molly said.
"You mean like she's unclean?" Randy asked concerned.
"No, she's very clean and wears a nice scent which is neither too
strong nor too pungent, but there's another scent to her that's
deeper than clean. I think it might be an unhealthy odor her body
is creating," Molly said.
"Can you describe it for me, Sweetheart?" Randy asked.
"Remember when I first came to the ranch, and you introduced me to
the Griffins? Tommy's mother smelled the same way, only it was
much stronger. It was overpowering. My mistress I lost smelled the
same way, and as she got sicker the stronger the smell became. I
came to associate it with her death. When I met Mrs. Griffin, I
wondered if she was dying, too. Now, today, I smelled the same
scent on Miss Clara, and while it's not so strong with her, I fear
she also has the scent of death. If something isn't done for her,
I think it might grow stronger. Master Billy and his men used
their powers to stop Mrs. Griffin's bad smell almost completely,
but there's still a small, lingering amount," Molly replied.
"Our master will have another healing session with Mrs. Griffin.
In fact, he will have several before he has completely healed
her," Randy assured, "I'm only sorry we didn't know about your
mistress," he added.
"It wasn't you or Master Billy's fault, sir. It was my mistress's
choice. She knew she was dying and talked to me about it. I don't
think she knew I could understand her words, but I couldn't reply.
She grew tired of living. It became too much for her, and she gave
up. Unfortunately, my love wasn't enough to make her seek help.
She was a very modest woman and didn't care to expose herself to
the personal embarrassment of examinations and hospitals. I feel
like I failed her, Master Randy," Molly said.
"I can understand and empathize with you, Molly, but I'm certain
you didn't fail your mistress. I'm sure you loved her as much as
she could wish. You were probably the only reason she lasted as
long as she did," Randy said and stroked the pretty little dog
lovingly, "May I relate our conversation to Master Billy,
Dear-heart?" Randy asked softly.
"I think, perhaps, you should, Master Randy," Molly said.
Nothing more was said about it, and Randy shared another bite of
his Hosanna cake with her. Randy wasted no time telling his big
brother what the little dog told him. He knew Billy was fond of
Miss Clara Mae. Billy never doubted Randy's word nor did he talk
with Molly about it. He figured the poor little creature went
through enough with the loss of her beloved mistress. As they were
walking and talking together when they returned to the concert,
Billy stopped. Clara Mae stopped with him and looked at him
questioningly. "Do you have major plans for tomorrow, Miss Clara?"
Billy asked.
"No, I planned to visit an old aunt of mine tomorrow and send some
e-mails to the other orchestra members to keep them updated,"
Clara replied.
"If you can postpone your visit to your aunt and e-mails until
later in the day, I'd very much like for you to stay the night in
our lady's guest room up to the big house, and tomorrow morning I
will personally give you a brief tour of the place and show you a
few things which might be of interest you," Billy invited
graciously.
"I'm deeply flattered, Maestro Billy. I would be pleased to stay.
I can relax and enjoy the rest of the concert knowing I won't have
to drive home right after returning," Clara said, "Lately, I've
noticed I become easily fatigued and seem to run out of steam
quicker than I used to. After the excitement of performing today,
it pretty much sapped me of my strength," she added.
"And one other small matter, when you return, please alert the
orchestra I want a full morning of rehearsals Friday morning. They
will be paid for both. Then Saturday morning, they only have to
drive to Uncle Tom's cabin and gate to the ranch," Billy said.
"They will kiss your boots for the extra work, Maestro," Clara
said and smiled.
"That won't be necessary. I think we've formed a good working
relationship, and I'm satisfied with their enthusiasm and playing.
They certainly seem to put more of their heart into their music,"
Billy commented.
"You have won their hearts, Maestro. They speak your name with
reverence. I've heard several say they've played more good music
since they come to know you than they have in the last several
years," Clara said.
* * * * * * *
The second half of the concert was the time Billy and his family
used to share their love and nonsense with his people. It was
never rushed and was filled with joy and happiness with a surprise
from time to time. The star-people seemed to enjoy the down to
Earth quality of the musicians. The country and western music with
the addition of Cajun music with Etienne Boudreaux, David
Breedlove, and Cletus Abernathy was always the pinnacle of the
down-home music making.
Added to that were the up and coming new musicians were learning
other instruments and quickly picking up licks of the music. Tommy
Griffin, Pard, the McMartin brothers, and even Kayla found new and
interesting things they could add to the mix. After several hours
of nonstop music making including audience participation with
their usual sing-along at the end of the evening, everyone seemed
to be in great spirits and emotionally recharged for the coming
week.
After many bows and rounds of applause for the musicians, the
crowd began to break up. The star-people left, and guests began to
depart. There was still a good crowd who Billy invited to stay
behind and join him and his immediate family for supper. He made
sure he had enough cowboy-angels to do a complete healing on Clara
Mae Bastiaen.
After dinner the ladies took Clara Mae aside and explained the
real reason Billy wanted her to stay behind and stay the night
with them. She was stunned and said she had no idea she had
cancer, but she was planning a visit with her doctor later on in
the month. With the ladies help they located the lump in Clara's
right breast. She was devastated, but quickly recovered when Zelma
told her she was much worse than Clara. The doctors gave up on her
and sent her home to die. Billy and his cowboys brought her back
from death's door, and her last check up, Zelma said she was free
of cancer.
"How did he know?" Clara asked.
"Your little friend Molly told Randy you had the same smell as
Mrs. Griffin before Master Billy and his cowboys healed her. It
was the same smell she associated with her mistress's death. Dogs
can sniff out cancer in people, and Molly just might have saved
your breast and your life," Kate said.
"But the first day we joined the others on the roof of the
McMartin building, didn't that take care of any problems I might
have?" she asked.
"You weren't in the center circle of the actual healing. You were
in one of the inner rings acting as a conduit for the life-force
energy we were channeling through you to Billy and his cowboys in
the center circle. You received a minor emotional and physical
tune-up, but no major healing occurred," Kate said, "I assure you,
if Billy knew at the time, you would have been included in the
inner circle. No problem, we caught it before it became much more
than a minor nuisance," she added.
Clara broke down and cried some more, but the ladies were
supportive and told her they would be with her the whole time. It
was their job to see to her modesty and prepare her for Billy and
his posse to come in and do their thing. They explained they
created the the three rooms for the purpose of taking care of
women's health problems and hoped she would be comfortable. Clara
was amazed the ladies were so attentive and caring for her. They
truly made her feel like part of their family. She mentioned it to
them and they smiled. "Of course you're a member of our family.
With your talent and abilities you have captured everyone's heart
on the ranch," Kate said and made her weep a bit more.
When they got Clara ready, Roz walked to the kitchen to gather
Billy and his cowboy-angel posse. Billy even included, Zeke,
Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael in his healing group. They expressed
a desire to help, and he included them. They were already winged
up and ready to go. When they came into the room, Clara was in awe
of how handsome they were. She shed a few more tears when Billy
took her hand and gently kissed the back of it like a gentleman.
"Sorry I didn't tell you the complete truth about wanting you to
stay the night, Miss Clara, but I still plan to take you on a tour
and show you some things the others ain't been privy to yet. We
may even get to introduce you to the star-people when we meet them
for the first time tomorrow," Billy said.
"How can I ever thank you for caring enough about me to go out of
your way like this?" she asked.
"Hell, Miss Clara, you's one of our family. You're one of us and a
major part of our communication with the Houston Philharmonic. We
can't do without you, and we don't want you get'n sick so you
can't do your job. Families take care of their own and see to
their well-being. It's the least we can do to make sure you're
healthy and feeling good," Billy said.
After taking and tasting a small sample of her blood, Billy and
his angel raised their wings and began to work on Clara Mae. Kate
placed a small, folded hand towel over her face so the light
gathered wouldn't harm her eyes. It took them about thirty minutes
of concentrated healing rays to completely remove the tumor and
residual cancer. Billy asked his men to power down and they left
to wait in the kitchen. Soon the ladies brought in Clara fully
dressed to have dessert and coffee. They checked her out and the
lump was gone. Billy opened his big arms to Clara, and she went to
him and cried again. "Thank you, Maestro, for everything," she
said.
"You're very welcome. I'm looking forward to your solo in Dvorák's
ninth," Billy said.
"It will be my thanks and my gift to you and your wonderful
cowboy-angels, Maestro," Clara said. The ladies insisted Clara
have some of their Texas Tea, and if she found it to her liking
they would send her home with a small bag so she could make her
own. That night Clara went to bed and slept the best she could
remember. Early in the morning she felt something jump upon her
bed but it was light enough in the room she could see Molly
looking at her. She held out her arms for the beautiful little dog
and gently pulled her close to cuddle and pet her.
"How nice to see you, Dear," Clara said.
"I thought I'd come check on you and see how you're doing, Miss
Clara," Molly said.
"I'm so glad you did. Thank you for alerting Randy and Master
Billy about my condition," Clara said. "Do I still smell of
cancer?" she asked.
"No, ma'am, it's all gone. All I can smell is the expensive bath
salt you use and the light fragrance you wear. The smell I've come
to associate with death is no longer with you. Mrs. Griffin has
lingering amounts, but they will be gone after several more visits
with Master Billy and his men. Yours is completely gone with no
traces," Molly assured her, "Would you like for me to stay and
keep you company, Miss Clara," she asked.
"I would be honored and thrilled to have you stay, Molly," Clara
replied. She soon went to sleep again and Molly was there by her
side when she awoke to wish her a good morning.
* * * * * * *
The evening was not over for Billy and his men. They still had to
get the winged horses out of sight and get the new angels
billeted. Since Zeke was staying with Odin Bluetooth, Erin
Mascaro, Marcus Obbligatto, and Wilbur Peterson, he decided he
might put a couple in with Slipweasel and Rumdum; however, the
three angels got Billy aside and told him they didn't care to
share a space with any of the four last angels to arrive at the
ranch. They didn't elaborate. They didn't have to. Clyde, Mack,
Garth, and Cowboy Andy shared their feelings. They explained they
still held bad feelings for the four angel's part in betraying the
rest of the fallen angels.
Nick backed up his rebel brothers and suggested to Billy, to avoid
conflict he probably should consider their wishes and be sensitive
to their feelings. Only those fallen angels already with Billy,
Uriel, the swamp-rat angels, and the enhanced human Sandalphon
refused to be kowtowed to cooperate and go along with the four
archangel's and Metatron's nonsense (their words) and managed to
escape and get away. There was still some animosity between them.
They assured Billy there wouldn't be any fighting, but they
couldn't promise there might be a few sharp words exchanged. As it
turned out, Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and Samael were pretty much
ready to eat a wagon load of humble pie; Samael in particular was
haunted with terrible visions and remorse for what he did to his
brothers.
Billy asked Randy to open a gate to transport the four winged
horses to the pasture-land on board Captain Nick's ship. He knew
the time was coming soon when he would have to make some
explanations to the media about what was going on at the ranch,
but until that time, he didn't care to risk more controversy than
necessary.
The men took the new arrivals to the tower in the castle on board
Captain Nick's ship and showed them to their apartments. The
apartment Billy assigned them contained a huge living area, a den,
a large kitchen with a fully stocked pantry; with four separate
bedrooms, two on either side of the living area. There was a
shared bath between the two rooms. Billy was a bit surprised by
their reaction. They acted like it was the finest accommodations
they were offered in a long time, and they couldn't thank him
enough. It made Billy wonder how the four angels were living
before coming to the ranch.
Billy announced the men of his family would be relaxing in the
baths in the steam rooms of the dungeon in the basement of the
tower, and if they wished to join them, he would have Slipweasel
and Rumdum gather them to show them the way. They graciously
accepted and Billy and his posse left to go down to the dungeon
and get comfortable. When the four angels arrived, they had no
problem joining the rest of the men in the nude. Billy marveled at
their physiques and male tackle. He was convinced whoever made
them was either a nymphomaniac or the gayest Anunnaki in the
history of the universe. Each of them was stunning to behold. He
didn't know why he was so surprised. His own band of angels from
his pa, Clyde, Balthazar, Mack, Garth, Cowboy Andy, to Zeke,
Rumdum, and Slipweasel were equally as handsome and impressive.
Still, the only angel for Billy was his surrogate pa.
Billy watched their reactions to the number of men in the tubs.
Almost everyone in Billy's immediate family was there including
the boys and the twins. The young boys were allowed to stay until
their bedtime and Clyde and Tom McMartin would accompany them to
the big house and turn them over to the ladies for the night. Then
they would return for a while longer. The Breedloves were there,
including Perry Reed and Mick Flynn. Elmer and Vox always made an
interesting pair, but Oatie and Jethro never looked better. They
were in love, and they glowed. They were a delight to be around.
The three Tate men stayed for a soak. Bubba, Jack, Grover,
Coo-zones Da-veed and Cleet were there as well. David and Cletus
were looking particularly satisfied and happy with their new
lives. Harlen and Jessie were there.
The castle dwellers, Odin, Erin, Marcus, Wilbur, Hank, Buck, and
the three giants, were there. The Griffin family decided to stay
the night on the ranch, but Griff and Doris stayed in the big
house for the night; however, they allowed Tommy to come with his
uncles to be with the men. He was thrilled to get to be with the
two big cowboys and do man things; however, Billy told him he
would have to return with Clyde and Tom when it was time for
bed.
Talk was casual, with Billy catching-up everyone on what was
happening with the discovery of the stowaway race of people who
were in stasis most of the time and only aroused from their
slumber if they sensed danger, or they heard music in the chapel.
Billy said they didn't know much about them and wouldn't until
they meet face to face with each other, at which time he would
invite them to arise and settle around the castle or village if
they liked until they decided what they wanted to do. It would
seem they saved the ship and crew more than a few times and
deserved what help or assistance Billy and his family could offer
them. The four new angels remained quiet listening to the
conversation. Billy heard from talk they knew about the
Essengurda, but they weren't joining in to freely comment.
Billy decided to prime the pump, "I know the Grigori and the Irin
put out calls for fallen angels to come forth and join us in our
endeavor to rescue the remaining angels in stasis, but I must say,
me and my brothers were a bit surprised you men answered the
call," Billy said.
Michael and Raphael looked to Gabriel to answer, but Samael hung
his head like it was too much for him. "It came as somewhat of a
surprise for us as well, sir. It's the first time we've been
offered a chance to redeem ourselves. We are not proud of
ourselves for our part in our brother's forced incarceration,
Master Billy. Since that dreadful time we have lived as nomads
without much purpose. For the last couple of centuries we've been
living as hired hands for the Grigori and Irin as cleanup crews
for messy races who are making the first steps at becoming
space-faring societies. We're a bit rusty dealing with evolved
humans so I suppose our entry might best be described as
showboating harking back in our minds to a time when we were both
feared and revered on Earth," Gabriel said, and Billy watched old
Zeke almost slip under the water and started to choke. He was
sitting next to Wilbur who grabbed him and slapped his back to
make him spit out the water lodged in his throat and did his best
to comfort him. Zeke's reaction didn't go unnoticed by the others.
Gabriel shook his head and continued, "We find ourselves coming
back to a planet who retains faint memories of us as glorious and
wonderful creatures, but it wasn't us archangels who gained the
trust and respect of the re-manufactured natives. We were the
enforcers. The strong armed, terrible swift swords of retribution,
and I won't try to whitewash our participation. We meted out
punishment as ordered by our owners, to whom we pledged to honor
and obey. You have seen it in your people over the centuries time
and again, where many have been punished or terminated by the whim
of the few by committing atrocious crimes without conscience
because the perpetrators never stopped long enough to examine
their own sense of self-worth in correlation to the actions they
were ordered to carry out and later claim they were only doing
their jobs. In our defense, we were neither taught compassion nor
restraint by our makers. Our brothers, the so called
fallen-angels, learned compassion from the humans they came to
love and admire; however, hindsight and remorse don't make up for
the hubris of unexamined power on our part. For what seems like
eons, we have lived trying to make up for what we did, but we were
never given a chance to make amends for our sins until now,"
Gabriel paused for a moment.
He continued,"Hell, we can't even make a decent entrance no more.
Only a few minutes later, my brother Zeke, plays a trumpet better
than I could ever hope to, and left me sitting in the dust with
his brilliance. I could sit at his feet and take lessons every day
for a century and never be able to play like that. I know my
praise probably don't mean much to him, but it don't stop with
Zeke. The music we heard from your family this evening was the
stuff of angels; stuff we should have been made of but weren't.
Hell, them winged horses ain't even ours no more. They're a gift
to you from the Grigori and Irin; three mares and a stallion to
start your own family. I weren't kidding when I told you our
coming to Earth to offer our help is our last chance for
salvation, Master Billy," Gabriel said.
A great silence came over the men gathered. They were waiting for
Billy to say something. He didn't know what to say. The look on
Billy's face was unreadable by most. Beneath the hot, steaming
water he felt Nick take his hand in his, and on his other side,
Randy took his other hand in solidarity. "What can you tell us
about the Icelander Essengurda?" Billy said brushing aside
Gabriel's explanation for the moment.
"They are a peaceful race of refugees from a system whose main
star went nova thousands of years ago. While they achieved great
things and were able to overcome their previous warrior-like
tendencies, they learned to live in peace, but would defend
themselves if threatened strongly enough. They settled in the
northern countries to keep away from what was going on in the
warmer climes of the lands later known as the cradle of
civilization. They interbred with the proto-humans you know as
Neanderthals to create a race of highly intelligent but savage
warriors. They also taught the early humans compassion for their
kind and gave them new ideas they integrated with their own
primitive beliefs. They got their name from protecting those who
practiced the proto-religion started in one of the earliest sects
known as the Essene. The Egyptians learned from the Essenes and
later their beliefs were adopted by the sheep herders of the
fertile crescent known today as the son's of Ishmael and Issac.
The Muslins of today are the son's of Ishmael by Abram and a slave
woman named Hagar. His name was later changed to Abraham and in
their later years, his wife Sara gave birth to Issac the father of
the Jewish nation. It's all very biblical," Gabriel said and
shrugged his shoulders.
"Since you have chosen to join us, perhaps we can begin to plan an
assault on the fortress of despair and rescue those still in
stasis," Billy said.
"Even with our help, there's no way of knowing how to get into the
vault where they were hidden. The coordinates have long since been
lost and there is no one alive today who could even point you in
the right direction," Gabriel said.
Billy saw Marcus was about to speak up but caught his eye, and
ever so slightly, shook his head not to give himself away. "We
have the technology of a couple of advanced races at our disposal.
We also found out recently there are others in the universe who
have an interest in our succeeding with our endeavor. To be
brutally honest, I'm less concerned about bridging the entry gap
than I am your sense of loyalty," Billy slammed his fears into the
four men like a well armed torpedo. Nick squeezed his hand in
approval.
"And you have every right to be, Master Billy," Samael said
firmly, "The truth is we're here for a specific reason. The four
of us, plus Ezekiel, maybe Uriel, but certainly Sandalphon are the
only ones who might be able to convince Metatron centuries have
gone by, and things have changed since he was placed in stasis.
Metatron has great powers and could wipe us all out thinking he
was still required to follow his last orders which just might be
to destroy anyone who tried to revive the others. Sandalphon was
Metatron's bonded mate which they managed to keep secret from the
overlords. That's how Sandalphon came to be enhanced and made
immortal. He was the only human ever granted such a gift, but we
don't have him, Uriel, or the rest of the escaped fallen-angels,"
Samael lamented.
"They will have, soon enough," Zeke spoke up.
"Who's left?" Billy asked Zeke.
"Let's see..." Zeke mused, "We already done talked about Uriel and
Sandalphon. There's Ipos Kokabiel, Zagan Vine, Orobas Gamagyn,
Eligor Bathin, and last but not least Gator Gap," he rattled off.
"Gator Gap from Louisiana?" Cletus Abernathy asked.
"Don't know of no other Gator Gap," Zeke replied.
"That old swamp rat and his buddies are angels?" Cletus asked like
he was stunned by the news.
"Do you know them?" Billy asked.
"Know them? Old Gator married me and David. He was like a second
dad to me. All them men was at our wedding deep in the swamp. I
liked to scared poor David to death. I'm sure he thought I was
taking him into the swamp to feed him to the gators. I'm one of
only a handful of Cajun men what can find his way through the
swamp to Gator's place. David and me, we done talked about
transport'n to pay a visit with old Gator, but we was worried if
we showed up as two angels, he might die of a heart attack
thinking we done come to take him to heaven -- and here, all this
time, that old reprobate, gator-wrestling, medicine-man was an
angel," Cletus said shaking his head and grinning from ear to ear
at his mate.
"We even met Yippy Kokabiel. He lives in Arizona with the Yavapie
Indians," David said.
"When can we go visit with him?" Billy asked.
"Anytime you like. Veed and me, we done got pretty good at
transport'n. We been back to the cabin a couple of times to get
away for a while and breathe the mountain air," Cletus replied,
"Can you open a gate to Gator's place?" he asked.
"No, you would have to go there first, give us a call, and we can
triangulate your position. Or you could take one of our
Geo-positioners and text us the coordinates; however, it might be
traced, and it would be safer just to go there and call us," Billy
said.
"We'll go tomorrow. If he ain't home, we can leave him a note to
call us," Cletus said with growing enthusiasm.
"Sweet Jesus, I will always remember the time we visited with
Cletus's childhood friend and mentor what taught him about life in
the swamp, but I definitely was not prepared for the experience,"
David lamented.
"Why not?" Billy asked naively.
"My Dear, do you have any idea what swamp water will do to a Vera
Wang wedding dress?" David asked indignantly. His timing was
perfect. He nailed it, and he and Cletus almost drowned laughing.
They got the rest of the cowboys laughing at his joke.
"Good one, Coo-zone Veed!" Billy exclaimed.
Elmer Breedlove laughed the hardest.
"You mean you didn't save your old wedding dress for me, Little
Brother?" Oatie asked.
"It wouldn't a' fit you noways, Brother, yore' tits are too big,"
David shot back, and the men in the pool laughed. The boys thought
it was pretty damn funny too. It was a good thing. They needed
some levity at the moment.
Clyde, Tom, and Tree Griffin took the boys back to the big house.
They returned and rejoined the men. They talked a while longer and
were more open with the new men. They were surprised to learn the
new angels were not conservative prudes and were well aware of the
strengths of male bonding experiences. Like any of the other
newcomers to the group, the angels and Tree Griffin and his
husband were interested in Erin and Buck having a vagina instead
of a penis. They were even more curious and surprised by Vox
Humana morphing before them to become his sister Roxanne.
"So next weekend is the fourth of July: Independence Day. Don't
you think it's a mite early to be celebrating independence?" Elmer
asked, raised an eyebrow, and grinned. The big cowboy got a laugh
from a few; however, since the Jesuits together with the
fundamental dominionist and corporations took over, it seemed like
a valid question. Many parts of the country were swiftly moving
back into the dark ages. Surprisingly, the rural areas were still
pretty much unaffected. The current regime knew rural people kept
guns and while they beefed up the National Guard and state
troopers, the smaller towns were pretty much left alone for the
time being.
"We be celebrate'n the first independence with hope for a second.
It's to remind folks, if we did it once't as a nation, we can do
it again," Billy replied, and he got several 'hear' 'hears.'
Will you invite the neighbors?" Elmer asked Billy.
"We's planning on it," Billy replied, "We're also planning the
second homecoming for the year. All the ranches will be left with
skeleton crews but provided with short wave video. We'll rotate
those what came the last time and so on," Billy said, "We're
expecting several hundred folks so if the Essengurda decide to
attend, they won't be out of place," he added.
"We're not sure about our future, Master Billy," Michael said with
some anxiety.
"I told you not to press him on such matters," Gabriel scolded the
big handsome angel.
"I'd like to know, too," Raphael said.
"I'm just happy to be here, even if it's only for a brief time. I
will get to enjoy the company of these fine men, and I will go my
way with a full heart being the better for having known them,"
Samael said.
There was a brief silence and Billy's family watched him closely.
They knew him so well; he wouldn't tolerate any bullshit, but on
the other hand, he would sometimes surprise them by being
unexpectedly understanding and compassionate.
"No angel is better than any other I have been given, chosen,
bartered for, or those who have come to me of their own volition.
My first slave I married and made him my husband. We're expecting
a son, Billy Junior, in about seven months. One angel actually
fell out of the sky into my lap. I saved his life. How did he
repay me? First, he very cleverly wormed his way into my heart;
then, he took advantage of me; an innocent, young, virgin cowboy
and proceeded to commit all manner of vile and odious crimes
against nature upon my firm ripe young body. He was such a
convincing lover, he proved to me I needed to accept him as my
slave and surrogate pa. Two of the best damn decisions I ever made
in my life. I'm probably the only cowboy in the universe what's
got a watcher for a husband and a fallen-angel who can morph into
a Kagoli warrior and become my demon dad. Talk about a hot fuck!
Woah! I keep a fire extinguisher by my bed at all times should my
ass catch on fire," Billy hyperbolized. (Okay, so I just made up
'hyperbolized.' Trust me, it's the cowboy way.) Billy got his
family laughing, but he could see the four new angels didn't know
what the fuck to think. The only one smiling was Sammy. Billy made
a note of it. He could work with him.
"I ain't never asked no fallen-angel nor any of the cowboy-angels
what were once human to give themselves unto me. Every fabricated
angel and them hybrids I create have willingly given themselves to
me of their own free will. It was their decision. Balthazar come
to me already ringed by his previous owner who is now under my
protection. I found his rings to be an integral part of his beauty
and a strong-hard-on reflection of his personality. He decided to
keep them out of respect for his former mistress and my delight in
seeing him wear them every day. I ring all my punishment slaves,
but we only have three for the time being. After I ringed my first
slave, it was like a domino effect among my family. Those closest
to me begged to be ringed as a sign of their love for me. That's
why you see several men in this pool with a full set of rings. I
do not require it of anyone in my family. Master Harlen's son
Harley-Buck Johnson you saw today with a handsome set of horns
asked me for them after he done a heroic deed to save a horse at
the risk of his own life.
"I am creating and becoming my family and my family is creating
and becoming me. It ain't clearly defined, but it's a fascinating
work-in-progress. Sometimes it can be total chaos around here; but
it's flexible, and it works for us. A little love and a lot of
laughter can easily overcome the worst problem. We work together,
take pride in our accomplishments, encourage each other, and offer
a helping hand if someone is down and needs a boost. We are
growing together. You four are new here. I will ask nothing of you
what you ain't willing to give to me, and in turn, my family. No
one will stiff-arm you or try to talk you into anything. Get
settled in your new apartment and take several days; Hell, take a
week to get to know everyone. Look, listen, and learn. There is a
place and a job here for everyone depending on his talents and
motivation. We ain't no blood suck'n corporation looking for
nine-to-five slaves. We are family. When it's time to work, we
work. When it's time to relax and play, we give it our best shot
as you observed earlier today. The future for you three angels,
Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael will depend on you, and it starts
with your attitude. Samael has already won a place in my family if
he wants it. It's only a matter of time for him to find his
place," Billy explained.
It was so quiet around the dungeon you could hear a mouse fart.
Billy was sure the tiny varmints were holding their breath.
"Hosanna!" shouted Tron Garrett and raise his arm with a tightly
closed fist.
"Hosanna, in the highest!" the rest of the men in the pool replied
and saluted Billy with their fists.
After a bit more conversation, everyone decided to go their own
way. Tree and Tank were staying the night in the extra bedroom in
the giant's apartment. They immediately took to the giants and
wanted to spend some time with them. Billy wished his new angels
well and told them if they needed anything to let Slipweasel or
Rumdum know. They knew the lay of the land and could probably help
them. They thanked him for his graciousness and understanding.
Samael thanked him for his kind words and told Billy he would work
hard to find his place.
"Around here, there ain't nothing to it. My best advice is not to
over-think. You don't have to beat the bushes looking for your
place; it will come to you, Sammy. Trust me," Billy said
Billy and his smaller family transported to the line-cabin and
went through their evening rituals. They drank some left over
Texas Tea and it made them mellow. Everyone pitched in to groom
Boomer which was a little different. Usually, Nick let Billy and
the twins groom their husband, but he was taking part. Billy
noticed when Nick was more horny than usual, which was all the
time, he helped so he could get into Billy's ass quicker. Billy
went to the shower to clean himself and as he was finishing up he
vowed to himself he would allow himself one luxury in life. They
were drawing up plans for a new line-cabin which was to be built
by the end of summer. He would have them alter it to add an
apartment for two grooms and a grooming room so he could relax and
have them prepare him for his husband or pa. He didn't think it
would be too ostentatious to afford himself such a luxury.
After one of their very finest fucks, Billy complimented his pa.
"Don't know what got into you tonight, Pa, but I like it. You
didn't even have to morph. I could smell the fire and brimstone by
proxy," Billy said and grinned.
"I was envious. I felt I had to live up to the hyperbolic metaphor
you created earlier this evening. Take advantage of you, my foot!"
he exclaimed and smiled, "You were ripe for the pick'n, Son. All I
had to do was pick the fruit and eat it," he added and broke up
laughing, "I was so proud of you, I could a' taken you right then
and there in front of all them men and angels. Them four angels
didn't know whether to shit or go crazy trying," Nick added and
laughed harder, "In the name of some unknown god, Boy, I love
you," Nick said.
"This cowboy done loved him some demon-dad tonight. Woah dogies!
That fuck should last me for a while," Billy allowed and stole a
kiss.
* * * * * * *
"What's that, Dad?" Wilbur asked looking at the canvas bag Marcus
was carrying.
"Some equipment for us to use to help break you into man sex.
Since we got his blessing, Master Billy told his slave-grooms to
make me up a grab-bag of goodies. Would you like to see what we
got?" Marcus asked.
The two men were already used to spending time with each other in
the raw and were both naked as the day they were born.
"Of course I'd like to see it," Wilbur replied.
Wilbur was so sexy to Marcus, the huge man walked around like a
horny bull in a pasture of fresh heifers with a big-old hard-on
with his cock constantly dripping. He was big, no doubt, but he
told Wilbur he would never try to mount him until they both felt
certain Wilbur could take him comfortably. Marcus dumped out the
contents of the canvas sea-bag and there was all sorts of
wonderful sexual apparatus. Wilbur was like a kid in a candy store
and wanted his new dad to explain each device. There were several
sizes of butt plugs and several soft leather dildos of various
sizes and lengths, but the piece that most titillated and
frightened Wilbur was the heavy-duty leather slave-harness he saw
Master Billy's punishment slaves wearing. He thought they were hot
as Hell, but he never considered wearing one.
"Do you plan to make a slave of me, Dad?" Wilbur asked quietly.
"Remember, I promised I would never lie to you, Son?" Marcus
asked.
"I remember, sir," Wilbur replied.
"Yes, if you will have me for your master, I will slowly, but
surely, make you into my love slave," Marcus replied, "I was
honest with Master Billy and laid my cards on the table. I thought
he would tell me absolutely not, but he didn't. He surprised me.
He said he thought it would be the best thing what could happen to
us. He said you need control, direction, and to be carefully
taught the pleasures of male sex. He also said you need life
experience, and he thought I would be the perfect teacher for you.
I will neither play games with you, Wilbur, nor will I beat around
the bush. Blatant honesty is always the best policy because you
can't come back later with an argument I tricked you or mislead
you into doing something you never wanted.
"I have a strong need to control you, Son. I want to be your
unquestioned master to train and take care of you while I teach
you how best to take care of my needs. Part of my passion will be
to rebuild your body to be a slave of great beauty and desire. I'm
vain enough, when I walk down a street with you on my arm, I want
to be able to hear the hearts break of those who look upon you
with great envy for me. When you watched Orville Higginbothem
perform for his master today, what did you think? How did it make
you feel?" Marcus asked.
"I felt envious, like I was jealous of him. As embarrassing as it
might have been for Orville, I wanted to be him at that moment,"
Wilbur replied.
"I can train you to do that, Son. It ain't difficult," Marcus
said.
"And the cock cage? You would have me wear it?" Wilbur asked.
"Always, Son, when we ain't in bed together, and until I get you
trained up pretty good, it will be every night. You must wear it
so I can be sure you ain't sneaking off some-wheres and pleasuring
yourself without me. I will determine when and where you get
release. A young healthy man like yourself squanders almost a
third of his youth pounding his pud for a momentary release. I
will control when and how you find release. You will come to
depend on me for your pleasure and you will come to associate me
with your sexual release. It will cause a bond between us like
nothing you ever experienced before," Marcus said.
"Would you be offended if I asked to talk with Master Billy and
his dad about it before I give you a firm answer, sir?" Wilbur
asked.
"No, I won't be offended at all. I would urge you to talk with
them. I would also urge you to talk with Master Billy's three
slaves. Just make sure you get Bubba's permission before you talk
with Orville," Marcus said.
"In the meantime, could we play with this stuff tonight?" Wilbur
asked.
"Certainly. We'll take it slow and easy," Marcus said.
The big ex-con gave Wilbur the equipment for the young man to
clean his lower tract for the evening and told him how to do it.
After Wilbur returned from the shower, Marcus gently and carefully
inserted the smallest butt plug and helped him into his slave
harness. It was so sensual for Wilbur, his cock was straining to
get out of the cage. There was a funny feeling of light-headedness
when Marcus used the key to lock Wilbur into his harness for the
night. Marcus snapped on the cod piece and Wilbur was transported
to another world. He walked over to the large mirror and looked at
himself. He liked what he saw, but he wasn't sure. He wanted to
talk with several people and get different opinions. Marcus went
off to the shower and Wilbur lay down on their huge bed. He
thought it would take some getting used to, but he thought he
could do it.
Wilbur was almost asleep when Marcus returned and turned off the
lights except for a small blue night-light they kept on all night
so they wouldn't stumble in the dark should they have to go to the
bathroom. Wilbur wondered how he would piss with the cage on, but
imagined he would learn. Wilbur felt Marcus's take him into his
big arms and gently kiss him on his lips. Wilbur returned his kiss
in kind. He could feel Marcus's huge cock pressed up against his
butt-crack. He reached down, raised one leg and guided Marcus
penis between his legs to keep it warm.
Marcus bussed a kiss behind Wilbur's ear. "That was thoughtful of
you, Son. It will keep me warm through the night. Are you
comfortable?" Marcus asked.
"As comfortable as a man can be with a plug up his butt, his cock
in a cage, and he's got a roaring hard-on he can't do nothing
about," Wilbur said and laughed quietly.
"You'll get used to it. After a couple of weeks, you'll feel naked
without it. You won't be able to get to sleep unless you got your
pacifier in your butt," Marcus assured him. "Don't be afraid or
embarrassed to ask them punishment slaves about it. They'll tell
you the truth," he added.
Wilbur managed to drift off to a peaceful sleep, but before he
did, he said a prayer of thanks for life, for meeting the Daniels
family, and having a big warm handsome man to hold him tight. He
never felt more like he belonged in his life. Maybe Master Billy
was right, but he wanted to hear the words from him. Wilbur hoped
Marcus was telling him the truth. He thought he just might like to
become the big man's slave.
End of Chapter 68 ~ Him What Made Them Seven Starsf
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