By Waddie Greywolf
“Did you get an
invitation, brother?” Lyle Chambers asked Chet Baker in town one
morning when they met on the square and decided to have coffee at the
local diner. They didn’t care what rumors were going around
town. As long as they met in public the town could think what
they wanted. No one knew anything for certain. Any rumors
were just that, hearsay. They decided to take the sheriff’s
advice and not be retiring or hiding out from the town’s people.
worst thing you can do! Don’t act guilty!” Don Lassiter
told them. “Meet in public places where no one can say anything
about you without causing themselves a lot of embarrassment.
Don’t let them bastards intimidate you. They’d like nothing
better than to see you men tuck your tails between your legs, turn and
run from them. Then they have control over you. They win
whether they did or not. Don’t let ‘em! Stand up to ‘em!”
At first it was
tough, but as time went on Chet and Lyle ignored them and stood
tall. Many in the town began to wonder if things they heard
wasn’t just wishful thinking on the preacher’s part. Several
suspected him of not being quite right on the homo/hetero scale of
normal. Even though he was married, he didn’t have any kids and
could sometimes be awfully affected in his speech patterns and
actions. Evangelical preachers tend to be a flamboyant lot by
nature. The higher the hair, the closer to God.
“Yeah, I did get
an invite. Not only for the boy's birthday, but also a supper the
Friday night before. I understand Friday is a men’s only affair
and they have facilities for us to stay the night. Then our
family is to join us the next day. You up for it? You and me
drive out together Friday evening?” Chet asked Lyle.
“You sure?” Lyle
We ain’t been together since the incident, and I need you, brother.”
“Yeah, I feel
the same. They offered before, but we ain’t felt comfortable
enough to take ‘em up on it. Let’s do it. How about
Carol?” Lyle asked.
“I already done
got her permission. They’ll drive out the next morning in our
SUV. Can we take your truck Friday?” Chet asked.
Pick you up about five. There’s a reception and drinks at
six. We should be able to make it out there in an hour. If
we’re a little early, so what?” Lyle told him. “I’ll look forward to
it. I can’t wait to see what wonders them boys is gonna’ show us
“Yeah, I been
thinking about that myself.”
* * * * * * *
and Keeke returned to Waco’s shoulder.
Son,” Lazarus spoke to Waco, “For a moment I mistook your new slave for
someone else; a Shushonni lady I knew years ago.”
It was a lame
excuse for Lazarus’ action, but it was the best he could come up with
at the moment.
“Do you know of
the Shushonni race, Captain Long?” Waco inquired.
“Yes, the family
tattoos Garron and I have were given to us by the Shushonni, the
Visallians and the Volgorons. We fought shoulder to shoulder many
times in their struggle for independence from the same reptilian races
who seek to overtake this planet. It was just such a shock to see
a beautiful Shushonni female again. Please, introduce us, Master
like you to meet two fine gentlemen. The gentleman you just spoke
to is Captain Lazarus Long, and this other fine looking gentleman . . .”
father.” Keekepata finished for him. “Mr. Charles
Goodnight. It is a pleasure to meet the father of such a fine
young man as Master Waco, Sir.”
“Why, thank you,
Keekepata. It’s an honor to meet and welcome you to our family.”
“And it is a
pleasure to meet you, Captain Long.”
Keekepata, to Earth and my ship the Bandersnatch.”
“I have a
feeling there is much more to this story, and I will look forward to
hearing about it at your convenience, Master Waco.” Lazarus added
the ‘Master’ to emphasize his respect for Waco’s position. “May I
complement you on your dress, Keekepata. It’s very pretty and the
colors become your beauty.”
again, Captain Long. It was designed by the male nurse who cared
from me so graciously and made by a kind lady in the small town ”
“May I inquire
in what capacity you’re visiting Earth, Keekepata?”
“I am here as
Master Waco’s slave, Sir. I have fallen out of favor with my
family and Lord protector by my wrongful actions and thoughtless deeds.
I have been banished to Earth to live as Master Waco’s slave.”
“I hardly think
breaking a jar of blackberry preserves on my back porch would qualify
as reason enough to enslave you, young lady.” Lazarus grinned wickedly
at her and raised an eyebrow. Charlie laughed.
“It was more
than that, Sir, but I do apologize for the broken jar of food. I
was hungry and couldn’t get the top off. I pushed it off the
shelf, but it was too tart for me to eat. I’m so sorry, Captain
“If you had come
to me, I would’ve provided for you; however, you probably didn’t know
who you could trust at the time.”
You’re very wise.”
“No, just older,
Keekepata. I know the ways of a young Shushonni. My guess
is you met Master Waco when your Lord protector delivered Blue to our
people. You felt a strong kinship draw to him and jumped ship to
stowaway on one of our scout ships. Now you’re stranded here and
your family has refused, or for other reasons, can’t come get you right
away. They’ve decided since you’ve made this bed for yourself,
you should lay in it until you’ve learned your lesson, whatever that
Sir. I’ve accepted my fate and will gladly serve Master Waco and
accept what punishment my family and Lord protector instructs him to
administer. I am bound by contract with my family, my lord
protector and Master Waco to be his slave.”
“And who might
your Lord protector be, Keekepata?” Lazarus asked.
Vinceeth of the seventh house of Bardoz?” Lazarus asked her.
“Yes, Sir. Do
you know of my Lord protector?”
do. I know him to be a fine Visallian man; one of the finest
warriors your world has ever produced. Comes from a long line of
strong, faithful, dedicated warrior stock. Captain Vinceeth and
his family are legend on many worlds. I fought side by side with
his grandfather Stewart Alcomb Vinceeth and his father Hayward
Glissando Vinceeth in the liberation of your planet from the
Dregnaughts and the Orggs.”
“Do you know of
my family, Sire?” Keeke asked him.
“Let’s see, the
Pata line runs through the Bool dynasty, if I’m correct. I fought
with your Greatgreatgrandfather Preneeal Fingooly Bool and
greatgrandfather Aspergillus Lambwicki Bool in the insurgent wars
against the Orgg for forcibly enslaving your people to work in their
amber mines. I’ve sat many an evening and watched the twin suns
of your world go down, and the rising of the four moons over the snow
capped mount of Pachaneeku while sharing a pipe of Drootsaytar and a
cup of Andromachus Treacle to ward off the night chills and the venom
of the Two-shoo fly with your grandfather Tartonni Ambidartos Pata; a
great Shushonni leader and warrior.”
“You couldn’t be
that old, Captain Long.” Keekepata’s eyes sparkled.
two hundred and twenty Earth years, young lady.”
corrected, your Lordship. Then you must be the noble Lazarus Long
of the Long family I read about in history spools. How dense of
me. I failed to make the connection, Sire. You are like a
God to our people. Forgive me, I owe you a debt of gratitude and
my allegiance, Sir.”
Could happen to anyone who wasn’t around back then. No matter how
or why you came to your current circumstances, Master Waco couldn’t
have come by a prettier Shushonni for a slave, Keekepata. He is,
indeed, a lucky man, and you are fortunate to have him for your master.”
“I agree with my
ramrod, Keekepata, you are very pretty.” added Charlie, “My son is a
lucky man. Once again, I welcome you to our family. All our
slaves are considered family.” said Charlie.
visually shaken and moved by Charlie’s words.
“Thank you, Mr.
Goodnight. What is a ramrod, Sir?” she asked.
“It is a title
on a ranch, Keeke.” Waco spoke up, “It means Captain Long is in charge
of all the cowboys who work for my father on the Goodnight ranch.”
“I see. It
has no other connotations?” she smiled.
“None that I
know of.” Waco answered. He wasn’t about to get into semantics
over something as loaded as the word, ‘ramrod.’ Once again,
Waco was impressed with Lazarus’ knowledge and experience.
He could only imagine what the fine looking cowboy standing before him
had seen or done in his very long lifetime. He wondered if he
would have as many experiences.
* * * * * * *
started arriving. Cable, David and Jonathan were catering to
everyone’s refreshments. There was some alcohol served, but most
of the men chose not to drink and had a cup of non-alcoholic punch as
they were told there would be wine served with the meal. As the
guests went down the reception line they stopped at each man and
for a few minutes. Most were as stunned by the addition of the
mobile Kryscells, and Blue. Another Waco was almost too much for
them to handle; however, the addition of Keekepata blew them
away. None had ever seen such a beautiful creature.
Keekepata overheard more than one man mention the name
‘Tinkerbell.’ She smiled to herself.
arrived with JR. They were a little early but JR wanted to show
off his handiwork to the man he most loved in the world. After
paying respects to Master Charlie and Ramrod Long, JR took Hank by the
hand to personally introduce him to the Kryscellians. They
effused and had wonderful things to say about how JR’s designs for
their vessel won out over all the other boys. It was no secret to
them Hank was JR’s dad. Hank got to see JR’s prize first
hand. Hank observed the craft and the work that went into it was
stunningly beautiful. JR stood holding Hank’s big hand in his and
with his other hand drew attention to several details of his work Hank
might have missed. JR describe in detail how the external bands
were manufactured and how he was the one who finished the clean up and
polishing of the final product. Hank Morgan couldn’t have been
prouder of his boy. He began to see what Ida Mae feared.
Their boy was, indeed, growing up.
Hank to Blue. Hank couldn’t say anything he was so stunned.
JR tried to prepare him for the shock, but try as he might, he was
totally unprepared for the likeness of the man who stood before
him. Blue was standing right next to Waco and dressed exactly
like him. They could have been identical twins. ‘No,’ thought
Hank, ‘they look closer than identical twins. He looks like what
he is, and exact copy of Waco Goodnight.’ Hank was equally
unprepared for Keekepata, but he was a gentleman and introduced himself
as Master Charlie and Waco’s slave. Keeke was charmed and
impressed by Hank’s unassuming but honest personality. They
talked together for some time. Hank couldn’t wait to tell Ida Mae
he’d met a real live fairy; Tinkerbell.
JR took his
place in the reception line next to his big brother. Waco greeted
Hank, shook his hand, gave him a big hug and a kiss, and welcomed him
to their party. JR insisted Hank stand right behind him while he
greeted guests. There was just something about Hank Morgan.
JR wanted everyone to know Hank was his best friend, his buddy.
* * * * * * *
Trong-Fieldings arrived and immediately caused a stir. Captain
Trong was no longer just a huge furry Lummox. It seemed he
adopted Ox and Strom’s summer fur shedding and was wearing the same
heavy, black leather straps and boots Waco and his men designed for
Ox. Captain Trong looked particularly handsome in his. He
was big enough, he could carry it off without embarrassment. His
mate found him fetching in his new outfit and that was enough excuse
for him. His mate wasn’t the only person who found him
attractive. The boys found him irresistible.
particular interest and complemented Captain Trong and Commander
Fielding. He even went so far as to ask Waco if he could have
such a uniform after his delivery of the twins. Waco assured him
he would be more than happy to provide him with just such an outfit and
told him he thought Strom would look very handsome. Little did
they know, Waco provided Commander Fielding with the exact designs for
his Captain’s outfit.
One other thing
was noticeable about the Trong-Fieldings. For this visit they
were alone. They left the rest of the clan on the Archimedes in
the care of a couple of Captain Trong’s relatives currently living on
the ship. They explained, as an aside to Captain Long and
Charlie, they needed a night to themselves to get away from everything
and share an evening together. They planned to take the boys up
on their invitation to find lodging for them for the night, and
although they hadn’t seen Gavin and Jerry in some time, the boys would
not be staying with them. They felt Gavin and Jerry were old
enough they should understand, while they loved them without measure,
there were times when their dads needed time to themselves to do what
dads do for each other. The way Captain Trong pulled Keith
Fielding to him with his giant paw and smiled at his mate, there was no
doubt in Lazarus or Charlie’s mind, the Commander would be riding the
big one later that evening.
Trong and Keith
were very popular among the men who were gathering and everyone came up
to them to say ‘hello’ and find out how their lives were going.
They all witnessed the Captain and Commander’s coupling on videos and
the actual birth of their last bairn. They felt like they were
part of their family. Trong and Keith were so laid back they
accepted the men’s attention and affection with good humor. Gavin
and Jerry were excited to see their parents and showed them down the
reception line, except now and then another boy would run up to Gavin
or Jerry with a clip board with a question about some last minute
decision. They would stop and take care of the situation in a
very business-like manner. It was a revelation for the Captain
and Commander to witness. They were seeing a more assured,
self-assertive side of their boys they never saw before. They
were sure it only began to develop since the boys came to live at the
ranch. They were impressed and pleased with their boys.
They were convinced they’d done the right thing for Gavin and Jerry by
letting them come to live with the Goodnights.
* * * * * * *
There was much
commotion when Angus arrived with his ramrod and baby brother. It
was hard for the boys to maintain their place in the reception line,
and not drop everything to run to Angus. It was especially
Angus’ most ardent admirer, Little Bear. He wiggled and fidgeted
Angus worked his way down the reception line, awaiting his turn.
Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and broke the line to run to
Angus’ waiting cowboy arms. Angus grabbed him up and spun him
you’re git’n bigger ever’ time I see you. You be growing like a
damn weed. It’s good to see yore’ filling out, and better to see
“It’s so good to
see you again, Master Angus. Permission to pay homage to your
boots, Sir?” Little Bear almost had a begging tone to his voice.
granted, my handsome slave.” Angus was floored. He didn’t
really expect any slave who was an invited guest on the Bandersnatch to
go through the ritual with him, but it almost seemed natural for this
to be happening between him and Little Bear. Had the ritual
become more between him and the boy than just a social reminder of
place? Was this a form of male/male bonding Angus hadn’t thought
about before? He made a mental note to discuss this with his
ramrod. When Little Bear finished he found Angus’ hand and
completed the ritual.
“Get up here in
yore’ Master’s arms, little one. I got me some powerful honggries
for some slave love’n.” Angus bellowed with affection.
Little Bear was all over the big man.
enthusiasm didn’t stop there. He personally took Angus by the
hand to take him to his brother and master, Waco. He let Waco
take it from there, but Little Bear stayed right by Angus’ side.
Angus was blown away by Waco’s new brother. So was Bill Birdsall
and Shane. Shane couldn’t keep his hands off Blue and from what
Waco was observing, Blue didn’t mind a whole lot. Waco noticed
Blue’s tackle was getting erect from Shane and Bill Birdsall’s
attention. Blue sent out to Waco,
Is it normal for my sexual organs to become engorged, brother? >>
<< If it’s
happening, then it must be normal, brother. >> Waco chuckled in
amusement. Then he added, << Our cousin and his master
makes my dick do the same thing. Just look down at the wet spot
at my crotch. >>
Waco caught Blue
looking at his full crotch and smiled a wicked smile.
you, brother. Glad there ain’t nothing wrong with my new body.
>> They shared a laugh.
Angus knew of
the Kryscells but had no idea Waco and his men had undertaken a project
to mobilize them. He was impressed. So was every man
there. At one point Angus asked Waco if his other brothers were
“They ain’t been
included in anything dealing with the Bandersnatch, Uncle Angus.
They’re invited to our birthday party tomorrow. Without Captain
Long’s approval, I didn’t think it would be appropriate to invite
them. Besides, how the hell would we explain Blue, the Kryscells
or Keeke to them. They ain’t got no concept of these things and
would probably wig out if they found out. They had a difficult
time accept Ox as my slave. You know they’re both hard core
Republican Christianist; or, at least they used to be
Republicans. Last I heard they became independents.”
“Yeah, I heard
that, too. Surprised the hell out of me. I suppose you’re
right, Son. Sound thinking on your part. We can barely get
them out here for the holidays. Perhaps it’s Charlie and my
faults as much as theirs. We let it be known a long time ago we
weren’t traveling into the city. I think Charlie and me, we sort
of blamed them for what’s been happening with our government.
They was big Boosh supporters. It was our way of showing our
disapproval without cutting them out. I think they’re resentful
over that. They probably have a right to be. We shouldn’t
be treating our brothers that a’ way, but when we had to make Shane a
slave they wanted to. . . well, let’s not get into that. Best we
forgive and forgit; however, we ain’t gotta’ let ‘em walk all over us
neither. They think because they got themselves college
educations and Charlie and I opted to be ranchers, they know so much
more than us. I’d say that boot was definitely on the other foot
right now.” Angus bellowed with laughter and Waco joined
him. It was good for Waco to hear his uncle laugh again.
* * * * * * *
surprisingly, the man who accepted it all with the greatest ease, grace
and reverence was Chief Tin Penny. His sons were a close
second. When they finally came to Little Bear the old man held
his grandson and wept. His uncles did, too. They wept not
because their family member was a slave, but because they saw his life
to have a larger purpose, a greater meaning than he would’ve ever
experienced with his father. Little Bear was proud of his
heritage and his family. He had a right to be proud.
Little Bear was
also very proud of his new adopted family. He explained everything to
his kin with a voice of authority. He was growing, not only in
stature and strength, but also knowledge and wisdom. There was no
doubt in the Chief’s mind, one day Little Bear would become the leader
of their tribe, and he would far surpass his own or his son’s
wisdom. He would be greatly revered and loved by his people and
lead them into a new age of peace and hope; perhaps, even into a new
* * * * * * *
Chet Baker and
Lyle Chambers arrived. They were ushered into the reception room
and left to go through the reception line. They talked with
Charlie and Lazarus who were at the head of the line, but their eyes
kept drifting down the line toward the boys and the strange creatures
young man standing next to Waco a relative?” Lyle asked Lazarus.
“He’s a new
addition to our family, Son.” Lazarus replied, “He is definitely
related to Waco and to all the Goodnights for that matter. He’s
as closely related to Waco as an identical twin. He’s an
interspecies experiment; a hybrid, if you will, between a silicon based
life form and a carbon based life form. As you might appreciate,
Mr. Chambers, the boys have taken a page from Mary Shelly’s “The Modern
Prometheus” and created a beautiful, new creature. As a matter of
fact, probably the first such life form in the universe, which makes
him uniquely, one of a kind.
His body looks
like a twin of our boy Waco, because he is a perfect clone artificially
manufactured from a small portion of Waco’s genetic material, but his
intelligence comes from a rare blue crystal, one of the Kryscellians,
our medical staff planted inside his body. He is a total creation
of our boys and their friend’s imagination and ingenuity. My
partner remarked he felt their efforts bordered on genius. My
personal feelings are, they passed over into that realm and now own the
kingdom. Go down and meet him. He’s a fine young man.”
Chet and Lyle
almost broke their necks going down the line to get to Waco and his new
brother. They stopped long enough to be introduced to the
Kryscellians and were blown away.
“It is, indeed,
a pleasure to meet such fine teachers, gentlemen.” the Kryscellians
spoke in almost human speech patterns through processors and
“It’s a pleasure
to meet you.” said Lyle for both of them. “I understand the Goodnight
men are responsible for your fine looking vessel.”
indeed, and we couldn’t be more pleased.”
“The design and
craftsmanship is stunning. It’s a work of art. Who is
responsible for the design?”
design, including housing and propulsion units were a joint effort of
all the boys; however, the external design was the work of young JR
Goodnight. When we saw the beauty and intricate design of his
work, we knew we had a winner. It was by unanimous decision his
designs were chosen.”
JR and Hank
overheard the conversation. Hank put his arms around JR’s front
and pulled him into him and held him tight. JR got a lump in his
“Are you one
entity or several?” Chet asked.
“We speak with
one voice to preclude confusion; however, as you can see there are over
three hundred of us of various ages and sizes; the larger, of course,
being the oldest.”
“And now one of
you resides inside Waco Goodnight’s new twin brother.”
“Yes, we were
sorry to lose him from our family group, but he’s not really gone from
us. We see and relate with him on a regular basis, and if the
experiment fails for some unforeseen reason, he can easily be returned
to us without trauma to either life form. In weighing all the
options we saw it as a win-win situation for him and encouraged him to
go with our blessing. We’re happy for him. He has a chance
to have a life we can only dream of; however, the boys have given us
far more than we might have imagined before.”
Chet and Lyle
moved on to greet Waco, and meet his new brother and the beautiful
winged creature sitting on his shoulder. To meet Waco’s new twin
brother was unbelievable, but to meet what they later described to each
other as a fairy princess was out of the park. They couldn’t get
enough of Keeke. She knew they were the boy’s teachers and she
applied her considerable charms on them to win them over.
Chet was called
away for a while. Lazarus and a couple of the men had some things
to talk over with him. He excused himself and left Lyle.
Lyle walked over to where Strom was standing. Strom was talking
to one of the ranchers about the impending birth of the twins, but the
man left when Lyle walked up. They were in an alcove away from
the rest of the crowd.
healthy and comfortable in your new spring shedding of fur, Strom, and
the larger you get with the twins the more handsome you become to me.”
Lyle. You’re looking as fine as the night I first met you, young
human.” he spoke in a booming bass voice. Lummox rarely spoke as
long as they could communicate telepathically; however, when they did
it was for a special purpose.
Sir.” Lyle replied and thought, << Why do I have such a strong
urge to kiss this creature? >>
should be, ‘Why do you resist your natural urge, Son.’?” Strom
asked quietly as if he was responding to a secret.
“Forgive me, I
forgot you can hear my thoughts, Sir. I hesitate because I’m
unsure of myself and unsure you would be receptive.”
“You have my
permission to try me.” Strom answered.
himself locked in an embrace with the huge monster enjoying every
minute of it. His dick became rock hard and Strom brushed the
back of his big furry paw against it to let Lyle know he knew what he
did to him.
missed you, Lyle. >> he projected to Lyle.
<< But we
only met once, why would you miss me? >>
heart of men and Lummox are funny things. Sometimes the heart
knows things your mind won’t let you think. Here, let me show
something in Lyle’s mind that was akin to showing him how his heart
felt after Lyle left the ranch the first time after meeting
Strom. It was an empty, aching feeling that brought tears to
Lyle’s eyes. It was a physical discomfort bordering on pain.
God! You felt that for me? >>
difficult to lie when you open your heart to another, Son. >>
<< No, no,
I didn’t mean it like that, Strom. I guess I’m just confused and
a bit flattered. >>
be. You’re a worthy and handsome human. >>
<< But I’m
sort of spoken for, Sir. >> Lyle countered.
<< So is
he. >> The giant said softly. Strom wasn’t a dummy.
He knew who Lyle was referring to. << You don’t have to
betray his love to love me, but I would urge you to be honest with him.
<< I don’t
know. You know without me saying how I feel about you; how I felt
about you the first time I met you; how I feel about you now. >>
<< Go on,
you can feel me. I won’t mind. >> Strom encouraged Lyle.
Lyle placed his
hand on the huge mound that was Strom’s pouch and felt the two bairns
inside. He moved a bit lower and for the first time felt a
Lummox’s dick. It was massive and full to the touch. It was
intoxicating to him. There was an electricity pass between them
that was palpable. Strom leaned into Lyle and kissed him
again. He ran his hand over Lyle’s belly as he kissed him deeply.
<< I want
to see your belly full with my bairn, Lyle. These bairns I carry
are for Captain Jones and Captain Long. I’m happy to do it for
them. I seem to be a good secondary father, but they belong to
them. The twins know me and love me, but they will eventually
belong to their fathers. I want our bairn, Lyle. Yours and
mine. I lost my female mate about two years ago. I don’t
want another female. I want you, Lyle. You have already
chosen me to be your mate. >>
Lyle was hard as
a rock. How could this be happening to him? He was totally
unprepared. Why would Strom say he’d already chose him?
Maybe because Strom knew Lyle had been daydreaming of just such a
thing. He masturbated imagining having sex with the huge creature
holding him so tightly in his furry arms. He had dreamed of his
belly being extended and full of Strom’s baby, wondering what it would
like. He imagined he could even feel it move within him at
times. He didn’t want to admit it, but he suddenly realized it
was what he wanted from the first time Strom held him in his arms and
kissed him. He could think of nothing else. Strom was
right, but how did he know?
you were alone and cried out for me in your mind, did you think I would
not come to you? That’s the beauty of sharing minds, Lyle.
You weren’t alone. You haven’t been alone since we met. You
gave me consent to come to you; even in your dreams, you called to me,
and we shared the wonder of coupling if only in our minds and
hearts. I was as taken with you as a mate as your were with
me. Every time you pleasured yourself you called to me to join
you and I did. I held you in my arms until you exceeded and cried
in my heart because I couldn’t share your seed. >>
Lyle was almost
in tears. He knew, beyond a doubt, what Strom was telling him was
true. He did something unexpected, something he never thought he
would do, he relaxed and kissed Strom back with the same gentle passion
the beast was kissing him and completely opened his heart to the giant
<< I want
to have your bairn, Strom. I don’t know how or when, but I know
it’s something I have to do. You’re right, I must talk with my
friend. I know I can never share with him what I can have with
you. Here,— here is my heart. I open it to you. Look
inside. Feel it, my love. See, it’s there. It should
be no surprise to you. It’s there for you to take and make your
own. Yes, Strom, I will gladly have your bairn. I will love
it and you equally as my own. >>
broke off their kiss, but continued to hold Lyle tightly.
doubts?” Strom spoke softly to Lyle.
doubts.” Lyle agreed.
“No more fear?”
Strom asked as he stole another kiss.
“No more fear.”
after a while and joined Lyle, Strom and several other men discussing
the evening. Lyle seemed different to Chet somehow. He
seemed relaxed, more attentive to him, and more loving. Whatever
came over him Chet was enjoying it.
“We need to talk
later.” Chet whispered to him. Lyle agreed.
* * * * * *
supper. David and Jonathan opened the huge doors to the banquet
hall. There were “oohs” and “awws” when the men saw the huge
mediaeval banquet hall before them and the roaring fire in the
fireplace. It was perfect for such an occasion. Lazarus
gently poked Charlie in the ribs.
“I told you
they’d pick the middle ages banquet hall.” Lazarus whispered to Charlie.
The supper was
wonderful and the ship's androids waited on everyone. They were
swift and prompt. Cable and his men supervised everything and it
ran smoothly. After the meal, everyone sat around having coffee
while the tables were cleared. Keekepata was sitting next to Waco
in a highchair that brought her up to table height. Cable
prepared a sweet pea broth that was very much to her liking with some
honey mead to drink with it. She was very pleased. Everyone
wanted Lazarus to make a speech and applauded until he stood.
“I don’t think
I’m the one who should be making a speech this evening, but I do have a
few words to say. First of all, Mr. Goodnight and I were as blown
away as the rest of you men by our young men’s accomplishments.
We assigned them the task of coming up with some form of transportation
for the Kryscellians at the beginning of the school year last
year. We gave them full responsibility under the guidance of my
ship’s staff. They were wise enough to bring into their counsel
my partner, mate, and one the two fathers of my children, Captain Arlen
Arlen stand and everyone applauded for him.
“To say we got
more than we bargained for is the understatement of the century.”
Lazarus laughed and the audience laughed with him. “The idea of
an interspecies experiment and the execution of that idea exceeds my
greatest expectations. No, that’s not quite right either.
Let me say it exceeds my wildest dreams. I wish we had some kind
of award of the highest quality to offer you gentlemen to show our
complete bewilderment and awe of your achievement.” That got a
round of applause for Lazarus. “Alas, perhaps an award would only
cheapen the sincerity of your efforts and sometimes the greatest reward
is the accomplishment itself.” More applause. “But the
cherry on top is what you have done for others who have given so much
to us unconditionally. So, congratulations, gentlemen on a job
well done!” Everyone stood and applauded for the Goodnight boys.
Speak!” several men hollered and everyone broke into
applause. Waco rose and bowed to his audience.
prepare a speech.” he smiled and looked around him at the glowing,
adoring faces looking up at him and drew strength. “If it’s true
what they say about the journey being everything, then it truly was in
our case. I can’t speak for every man on our team,”
can! Right, men?” hollered Bronc unexpectedly. Then he
looked like he was embarrassed. All Waco’s men agreed with him
and a couple patted him on the back for speaking up. Waco laughed.
brothers. Then I will speak for all of us. It was a great
learning experience, and what we gained from it was far more than we
ever expected. I learned more from our project than I learned all
year in school, with the exception of Mr. Chamber’s English class and
Coach Baker’s coaching.” Everyone laughed. “The genius of
our project, if there is any, came from the joint effort and input from
all of us. The Kryscellians themselves were patient and
understanding to a fault and contributed far more than any one of us
humans. We’re glad they did. After all, it was their life
we were tampering with.
In the case of
my new twin brother, it was our friends Cable and Ping who came up with
the original idea. Likewise, all of us struggled for ideas to
make the final design of the Kryscells’ new home not only functional,
but also appealing. The final, winning design, unanimously
approved by all, was submitted anonymously because the artist was
unsure of himself and his talent. He was afraid of being laughed
at. I’m pleased and proud to tell you that anonymous artist is no
longer unknown to us. It is my younger brother JR Goodnight.”
Waco waved for
JR to stand and take a bow. Everyone applauded and whistled for
JR. Hank almost fell apart at the seams.
the journey brought us a new family member we were totally unprepared
for; our new sister Keekepata.” Waco motioned to Keeke and she
bowed to the audience. “Welcome to Earth, little sister, and to
our family.” Keekepata got tears in her eyes.
“We, and by ‘we’
I mean all my brothers, would like to thank Captain Jones who was
constantly on call for us.” More applause for Arlen. “We’d like
to thank Cable, David and Jonathan for their wonderful help and support
on this project.” More applause for the bio-mechanical men. “We could
not have done this project without the guidance, knowledge, patience,
and support of Ping and Pong and all the android staff of the
Bandersnatch.” More applause for them.
“Last but not
least, we had the undivided love, encouragement and support of our two
fine friends and companions, our furry four legged brother and sister,
Scraps and Happy.” Tremendous applause for them. Scraps and
Happy ran around in the middle of the room acknowledging the men’s
was right. The greatest prize of all is knowing we’ve done
something, and done it well for those we love. May the rest of
our lives be filled with many such prizes. If so, we will live
our lives as rich men.”
down the house and everyone was applauding, whistling and stomping
their feet. It was a great moment. Lazarus leaned over to
Keekepata and whispered to her,
“Will you honor
us with a dance, Dame Pata, to commemorate the occasion?”
“I would be
honored, your Lordship, but I have no music.”
“Leave that to
me.” replied Lazarus. Keeke nodded her agreement.
and ordered the table be stripped of all dishes and the
tablecloth. The androids removed everything immediately.
Lazarus pulled a panel out from the table and set some switches.
commemorate this auspicious occasion, I have asked our newest family
member, Keekepata, to dance for us. The Shushonni race have many
talents and skills, but one of the most beautiful is the dance of a
Shushonni female. They are trained from birth to perform their
native dances and ballets important to the Shushonni and Visallian
people. If you ever wondered where humans got the idea for
classical ballet, wonder no more. It has often been speculated it
was taught to the Russians by a captive Shushonni female.
Keekepata, the table is yours.”
applauded. Keekepata walked to the center of the main table and
struck a pose. Lazarus pushed a button. The lights in the
room lowered to almost nothing. At the same time four colored pin
spots shown down from the rafters in various colors and centered on
Keekepata. Lazarus punched another key and the haunting sounds of
a tam-tam began to slowly beat and the distant sound of a flute that
sounded very much like the Zampona or Inca pan-pipes. As the
haunting melody began Keekepata began to sway with the mucic. The
drums began to swell and the first flute was joined by another and
another until there was a choir of several different pitched voices
was classical ballet of the first order; however, when she went up on
her toes or en pointe, her weight was countered by her wings which
raised her to the tips of her toes and allowed her to jump and spin
like she was hanging suspended in midair. Nureyev would have
killed to be able to accomplish her grand jete’s. The spots
followed her everywhere and occasionally changed colors.
The dress which
Arnie so lovingly designed was shown off to its maximum
potential. It moved and flowed with every step, but never rose so
high as to create an embarrassment. As its colors flashed, it
complimented the vibrant colors in Keeke’s wings. It did what
every fashion designer hopes for, it became a winning combination of
all elements. It was perfectly designed for the most freedom of
movement without being tasteless.
Arnie and Dr.
Stevens sat holding hands transfixed by the beauty of Keeke’s
dance. Arnie was a little overwhelmed and humbled by his own
talent. He was looking at his creation, his work of art, come to
life, to take on a life of its own. The silence in the room was
palpable. Even Scraps and Happy sat and watched like they were
stone statues. There wasn’t a heart in the room the small winged
female didn’t capture that evening. The drums and music reached a
climax and all the flutes withdrew from the melody in the reverse order
they entered the piece until there was nothing left but the slow,
hypnotic beat of the soft tam-tam. Keeke’s final position was to
throw herself into a death position as the last beat of the drum
faded. It was a moment of great drama, and she played it to the
a switch, the spots went dark and there was only the light from the
dwindling fire to light the room. There was total silence for a
moment and then the room went crazy. Scraps and Happy were
barking wildly at her. Lazarus brought up the house lights,
reached over and offered Keekepata his hand. She took it and rose
from the table to bow to her audience. The men gave her a
standing ovation. She was quite moved. It was all captured
on the ship’s video and the three holographic cameras caught the full
beauty of her dance. Waco was looking forward to forwarding it to
her Lord protector.
stood. “Thank you, Keekepata. That was wonderful. I
can’t remember ever seeing the Bolodero danced better with such grace
and poise. You honor your family.”
“It was a
pleasure, my Lord.” she replied breathlessly. The men
applauded again as she walked to Waco and gave him a hug.
* * * * * * *
down and the androids brought out more coffee and a tray of desserts
and after dinner drinks. Talk was lively around the table once
more. After dessert and relaxing for a while Lazarus rose again.
“Before we bring
this evening to a close there is one matter of business I need to bring
up before we disburse, but before I do, I understand Waco and his team
have accommodations arranged for those of you who drove out to the
ranch. Those who came by portal may choose to return to your
homes or they can find accommodations for you as well.
I’m sorry I have
to bring up a matter of such distress to all of us on such a happy
occasion as we’ve had tonight and anticipate for tomorrow, but it’s a
reflection of the times we live in. Since we’re all gathered here
and probably won’t have a chance to leave our families alone tomorrow,
it seems right for us to discuss it tonight. There has been an
increase of cattle mutilations and outright robbery of many of the
ranchers sitting at this table.” There were mummers of agreement
went around the table.
“I know every
rancher here has been working hard to protect themselves and their
hands against the gray critter’s telepathy. I know because I’ve
provided you with most of the materials necessary to cancel the gray’s
mental probes and we’ve had our men check them out. I’m satisfied
we’re ready to being the next phase of our resistance. Through
some extraterrestrial sources, so they can’t be traced back to anyone
on this planet, I’ve managed to acquire a couple of RPG missile
launchers. We’re ready to put our plan into action.
Now, you have to
understand, whoever decides to be the first must work with us so we can
clean up anything that’s left of the alien craft, including the
bodies. We will provide you with special communication devices
that can’t be detected or the signal intercepted by anyone else.
Warn your men,
if by chance, an alien should survive the missile attack and subsequent
crash of their craft, do not, under any circumstances try to help it or
save it. Warn them not to touch it. The gray critters carry
all sorts of diseases which can be transmitted to humans. They
are walking bags of infection and disease. If your men find one,
tell them not to try to communicate with it. Tell them to think
of them like they would a rattlesnake, kill it instantly and allow us
to dispose of it with the rest of the craft.” Lazarus waited for
the information to sink in.
“I know in the
past there have been instances where folks, particularly Native
Americans, who have tried to be kind and help ‘star people’ as they
call them who have been wounded or stranded on our planet. They
are to be commended for their altruistic urges to help any living
creature as a part of the whole; however, trust me, any gratitude the
grays may have had for their benefactors, was short lived at
best. They don’t think like we do. They think like some
insects on our world, as a mass mind. What one knows they all
eventually know. They have no respect and a great disdain for our
species. They think nothing of betraying us. Hell, they
think nothing of betraying their own kind if it’s more expedient for
them.” Lazarus let that amount of information sink in.
critters are slaves to the two war-like reptilian species and do their
bidding. Before I go further and sound like a soapbox orator, are
there any questions.”
“I ain’t got no
questions. I don’t need to hear no more. I’m ready.
We’ve lost so much we’ve lost count. Even with the influx of new
stock we suddenly got from them breeders and told it was part of the
Federal Gubbernment’s plan to help the poor ranchers, we still can’t
make it. We ain’t dumb Mr. Goodnight and Ramrod Long. We
know where them cows come from. The fuck’n Federal Gubberment
ain’t done diddly squat for us since that asshole Bush took office way
back in 2000. Personally, I ain’t got no one to blame but
myself. I voted for the son of a bitch. He sent my oldest
boy off to Iraq in his illegal power grab for oil and my boy was
killed. I’m ready to fight ‘em to my death for what I got left,
but if some’um ain’t done soon we’ll have to shut down operations and
move to the city to exist. If that happens, this group will be
less a couple of members. As I understand it, there’s greater
strength in numbers.” complained Sam Eagleston.
strength in numbers and we don’t want to lose you, Sam. We don’t
wanna’ lose any of you men. We’ll make damn sure them Gubberment
folks help you out again.” Lazarus laughed and winked at Mr.
Eagleston. “Are you willing to be the first?”
“I ‘shore as
hell am; however, I want my family protected. I still got me two
fine boys, ma’ wife and daughter I gotta’ think of. I think my
cowboy-slaves are in it with me for the long haul, but I wanna’ know my
wife and kids are safe, no matter what happens to me.”
“That can be
done. We can work with you on that.” Lazarus assured him.
spoke Al Dugan, “I’m in the same boat along with Sam. Like him, I
need to know my family’s gonna’ be safe. I’m willing to put my
life on the line, and I think my cowboy-slaves will go along with
me. I been straight with ‘em and if we got to sweeten their lot
in life for standing with us, so be it. I’m willing to negociate
freedom for standing by my side through this. They know me to be
an honorable man. I’m even willing to make a verbal contract with
‘em in front of our family.”
“Sounds like a
solid plan to me, Al. We can promise your family’s safety.”
“I can vouch for
these men about that.” spoke up Luke Olsen. “They rescued me and
my wife from the Christianist regime and we’re living on our farm here
on this very ship.”
“How could you
be living on your farm on this ship, Owens?” one of the other ranchers
that forty acre farm what suddenly come up missing this last
year? Now, it’s called Owen’s Lake. Well, that was my
farm. You seen what they’re capable of. I didn’t believe it
was possible either until I done seen it with ma’ own eyes. I
never put much stock in biblical prophecy, but for me and my family the
‘rapture’ done already happened. Yore’ welcome to come spend the
night on my farm and find out if’n you don’t believe me, but I
guaran-damn-tee ya’ you won’t leave this ship.” Luke Olsen
challenged. “I can’t tell you how grateful me and my wife is for
what these men have done for us. My boys is living separate from
us right now, but we gets to see ‘em most ever’ weekend and we’ll be
with ‘em tomorrow as a family. That’s just the way things gotta’
be right now. I have faith in these men. If’n they tell me
h’it ain’t always gonna’ be like this, I believe ‘em. Why, if my
wife and I was still in one a’ them Dominionist prisons, most likely
we’d be dead by now. Them bastards ain’t no Christians.
“All right, then
it’s agreed. Ed, you’ll be the first to shoot down one of their
ships. We’ll work with you and show you how to use the
weapon. Then you contact us, and I’ll have a scout ship in the
air in minutes. I’ll have a contingency of men bunk it in on the
main ship during that week. The faster we get it cleaned up, the
safer we’re gonna’ be. If the government men can’t find a trace
of it they can’t ask many questions. They don’t wanna’ admit UFOs
exist so they can’t probe too deep into what you know. Their
secrecy will work against them this time in our favor. Any more
The men seemed
satisfied there was a plan and they were putting it into action.
“If not, let’s
adjourn and spend the rest of the evening socializing and enjoying each
others’ company. Those who must depart, we’ll look forward to
seeing you again tomorrow.”
The men didn’t
seem to be in any hurry to break up the party. They were relaxing
and discussing what was happening in the world and how they hoped
Lazarus’ plan would put a plug in their losses. At least they had
a leader and a plan to give them some hope. A man can fight
against adversity as long as he has hope. When he gives up hope,
all is lost. These men knew they were no longer wading in the
shallows. They were heading into deep, dark, shark infested
waters, but they were willing to bet their all.
They all came
around and personally thanked and complimented Keekepata on her
dance. Most were just simple farm people and knew nothing about
classical dance, but they were not so unsophisticated they couldn’t
appreciate the beauty and greater meaning of the moment. It was
something they experienced together that bound them into a coherent
unity that was palpable. They were establishing a brotherhood of
experience, a cabal of necessity, and a greater extended family.
* * * * * * *
As the men stood
around and talked someone came up with the idea they should have a name
for their group, after all they had officially become a resistance
movement. There were all sort of suggestions, but one old cowboy,
Ed Wixon, had the wisdom to suggest a name which would be acceptable to
all and could be used in everyday conversation without drawing
attention or suspicion.
old ways are the best.” Ed allowed in his best, slow cowboy drawl, “Our
forefathers formed an organization in 1867 know as the ‘Order of
Patrons of Husbandry’ similar to the Masonic Lodges; however, it was
more family oriented and a lot less secretive.”
“What’s ‘at old
coot talking about? I ain’t never heard of such a thing.”
asked Sam Eagleston.
“I think he’s
talking about the old ‘Grange’ which has been defunct now for many
years.” answered Al Dugan.
burned down our old Grange hall in the fifties.” another rancher said.
gentlemen, I’m a’ talk’n ‘bout the ‘Grange.’ It was formed as a
union to fight the railroad robber barons from price setting and
gouging. They had the farmers and rancher by the balls and could
charge any damn price they wanted and pay only prices they set for
product. For years they had complete control over goods the
farmers bought and sold. They were strangling the smaller
ranchers and farmers to death, just like today. You reenact the
Grange and you ain’t gonna’ be suspected of nothing unusual; however,
you men will know what you’re talking about. You only let into
your group them folks you know to be loyal to your cause.”
“Ed’s got a good
idea.” Angus came to Ed’s rescue. “My granddaddy used to
tell us about the Grange. The Grange did a lot of good works for
our community. They built the damn Court House. It’s a
beautiful old building, but it’s hardly used anymore and in bad
shape. The rotunda leeks, water gets in and is about to ruin the
building. It’s a damn shame. It has a lot of history to it.”
It was debated
some more, but everyone came around to the idea it would be a perfect
cover organization for the resistance. After all, the original
Grange was a resistance organization; not quite in the same way, but
the metaphor was close enough. They decided to take a straw vote
of the ranchers present to reenact the Grange, and it was
unanimous. Someone even suggested they could hold social
function, and the Christianist looneys couldn’t claim they were
something inspired by the devil. The Grange had a history of
being a legitimate organization that did many fine things. By
reenacting the Grange they now had a cover. That simple idea
brought a great deal of peace of mind to many of the men.
* * * * * * *
The party began
to break up around ten in the evening and Waco’s men, Travis, Little
Bear, Gavin and Bronc were responsible for lodging for the men staying
over. They couldn’t help have a little fun with the men who
didn’t know they would be staying in a tiny space on a shelf in one of
the storage rooms on the ship. The Chief had no problem with it
at all and once he described the technology to his sons they were so
curious they didn’t think about being concerned.
Little Bear took Lyle Chambers and Chet Baker to the store room and
showed them the rack that held the entire town and surrounding areas of
Parsons, New Mexico. They couldn’t believe it, but there it
was. The tiny town was lit up from street lights and one movie
gentlemen. We’ll take you though the gate to your lodgings for
the evening.” Little Bear smiled at them. Lyle and Chet
were good sports and didn’t chicken out.
Once they walked
through the portal they saw size was not an issue. They were now
as small in comparison to the town. Travis and Little Bear showed
them to their motel, the clerk checked them in, showed them to their
room and wished them a ‘goodnight.’ Chet tried to tip the man,
but he wouldn’t take it.
charge for tonight, gentlemen. We don’t get many lodgers here and
Captain Long’s men have more than amply compensated us for your stay
tonight. We’re just glad to have you and hope this is a new trend
for our little town. You’re welcome back anytime.”
Chet and Lyle
were flabbergasted. The room had two queen size beds and was
clean and comfortable. Travis and Little Bear didn’t linger and
told them they would call before they came for them in the
morning. Several other guest were staying in the same
motel. Lyle and Chet felt safe and comfortable in their room and
even decided to take a late swim in the heated pool and spa. The
owner told them they didn’t need suits. There wasn’t anyone but
him around to see anything, and he would be watching TV the rest of the
Chet turned on
their TV in the room just to check it out and they had cable.
They couldn’t believe it. Here on the ship in this tiny town,
they got cable. They were impressed, but they weren’t there to
watch TV. After meeting and talking with Chief Tin Penny and his
sons in the spa, Chet and Lyle excused themselves and returned to their
room. They wasted no time getting into bed together and taking
care of business. After they finished and were enjoying the
afterglow of their coupling they began to talk.
“Have you ever
had feelings for anybody else but me?” Chet asked Lyle.
recently.” Lyle replied.
guess. The big Lummox, Strom?” Chet smiled at him.
“What makes you
say that?” Lyle asked.
“I see the way
you look at him. Like you want to have his baby.” Chet laughed.
“Would you, if
you could?” Chet asked.
“How would you
feel about it?”
“Well, . . . at
first I thought it would be the end of my world. I couldn’t have
my cake and eat it, too, but that was just the immature part of me
spanking my own monkey. Childish of me, huh? The big
brother part of me kicked my ass around for a while, then made me
realize you mean more to me than just to live the rest of your life
picking up crumbs from under my table. I been stringing you along
all these years think’n one day you’ll find someone of your own, and at
the same time praying you never would.” Chet laughed. He
“I’ll never have
a sexual relationship with another man, brother. I think we both
know that. I don’t know if I ever would have if it weren’t
something we started doing in grade school with one another. I
wondered many times if’n it was all my fault; if I’d a’ cut it off with
you when we reached maturity, if you might’ve turned out
different? If you might have liked women? Somehow, I grew
out of it, but you didn’t.
Well, that ain’t
the real truth, neither. It ain’t honest of me, ‘cause I didn’t
grow completely out of it, I still do it with you ever’ damn chance we
git to be alone for a while and after all these years, I still enjoy
it. So I gotta’ accept my part of the responsibility. In
some way, I guess I need it as much as you; however, I love you too
much to deny you what happiness you can get out of life, and if it
means I get me a big assed furry beast for a brother-in-law, so be it.”
“Do you really
mean that, Chet?” Lyle asked.
“Of course I do,
with all my heart. What da’ ya’ want? I’m dying from
honesty here, brother. I’m bleed’n to death from magnanimity.”
Chet used his best Italian Godfather mafioso imitation on Lyle.
“Would that mean
an end to you and me?” Lyle asked.
“Oh, so now you
want ‘chore cock and eat it, too, huh?” Chet made a bad attempt at a
fair, brother.” Lyle laughed at him.
“God, I hope it
ain’t gonna’ be an end for us. Only if you want it to be.
Only if yore’ beast allows you to spend an evening in my arms with his
blessing. I don’t wanna’ be torn limb from limb some night in the
height of passion by a jealous Lummox husband.” he laughed. Lyle
chuckled. Lyle couldn’t believe the conversation they were
having. It was almost surreal or at least on a par with Fellini’s
‘Juliet Of The Spirits.’ Minus a dead horse on a raft, it seemed
don’t think that will be a problem.” Lyle said with conviction.
“As you know, I
ain’t no scholar, but there’s something about this that’s almost
Shakespearian, ain’t it?” suggested Chet.
“Yeah, sort of
Twelfth Night meets The Tempest meets Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
“No matter how
it turns out, I just want you to be happy, Lyle. I love you,
brother. Love don’t limit another for its own happiness.
Wait a minute! You’ve already committed to him, ain’t chu’?” Chet
“Why do you say
that?” Lyle prodded.
“They way we had
sex tonight. It was the best we ever had. You put ‘chore
all into it like you were trying to tell me something; like you was
trying to say ‘goodbye.’”
“I don’t wanna’
to say ‘goodbye,’ Chet.”
“I know you
don’t. Neither do I, bro. Talk to your beast. Ask him
if there’s room for me? Carol made room for us. Ask if he
could do the same?”
“I don’t have to
ask, Chet. He just told me he enjoyed our sex as much as we
did. He did think I could’ve put just a little more into it and
tried just a bit harder to pleasure you, but otherwise he was satisfied
with our performance.”
Chet broke up
laughing. “You son of a bitch! You let him come along for
our ride?” he couldn’t stop laughing. “That really turns me on,
Lyle. Now, don’t be blow’n smoke up my butt! He really
tuned in on us, huh?”
“I couldn’t help
it, bro. Forgive me. He was in my mind. I was
thinking about him, and you were making me feel so good, I just wanted
to share you with him. We’re good together, Chet. We been
doing it for so long we’re a team, like Hope and Crosby, Redford and
Newman, or Torvill and Dean.”
Dean?” laughed Chet. “Them limey ice dancers?”
“Yeah, it’s a
stretch, but you get the idea; the Olympics; 1984; Bolero; Gold medal.”
“Do I get to sit
in on you and him in performance and hold up a score card afterward?”
“He says he’d be
happy for you to. He’d like for you to be there when our bairn is
conceived, like watching the video of Captain Trong and Commander
“Wow, now that
was hot! You know what? This could work out, brother.” Chet
Lyle and Chet
resolved something that lingered between them for years. Things
they never said to one another before. It was one of their best
times together. They decided their conversation made them
incredibly horny and decided Chet should take another dip into Lyle’s
hot ass; when they finished, they slept the peaceful dreams of two
brothers who just solved the world’s problems with something so simple
as a good, hot fuck. They knew they would have no more problems
with Lazarus and Charlie’s kind invitation to meet at the ranch.
The rest would resolve itself like the final three five one chord of a
* * * * * * *
Keeke and Blue back to the infirmary for the night. He was going
to have to figure out different living arrangements for them.
Keeke was completely healed and Blue was coming along faster than
anyone thought possible. He didn’t know what he was going to do
with them. Blue would be no problem, but Keekepata might prove to
be difficult. Dr. Stevens and Arnie’s property had a guest
cottage that was unused that might be suitable for Blue. Waco
wondered it Blue could handle Keeke. They seemed to get along
Waco knew he
couldn’t keep her with him all the time. He needed some time to
himself. Even though the huge tom cat who attacked her was
banished to another ranch, there were still large cats on the ranch to
say nothing of birds of prey which might threaten her well being.
He wondered about the wisdom of having her attend his birthday
party. She stuck out like a sore thumb and was quite obviously
“not from around here.” He thought of his two city uncles and
their families. How would he explain her to them?
Explaining Blue would be problem enough. Waco and his dad hadn’t
‘come out’ to his uncles regarding their other life as compatriots of
He almost made
up his mind she had to remain in the hospital the next day, but he
would arrange for a closed circuit video transmission to the large
screen digital TV Arnie and Dr. Stevens had in the room for her and
Blue’s entertainment. Waco decided to talk with Lazarus. To
do that, he had to tell Lazarus Keeke’s story and the agreement he made
with Captain Vinceeth. That was no problem. He planned to
do it anyway. He would just do it sooner. He explained
everything to Lazarus during the course of the evening and took
him to view Captain Vinceeth’s video.
“Sounds to me
like you done everything right, Son. There should be no worry on
your part. If you have to be catering to Keekepata’s needs all
day tomorrow, it won’t leave much time for you to relax and enjoy
yourself. You’re forgetting, Captain Vinceeth made her agree to a
contract she would obey you and consider you to be her master.
There comes a time when we have to make decisions that won’t be liked
by everyone. She’s put you in an awkward position. You
didn’t asked to have her here. She came of her own accord, and if
she gets her feelings hurt by your decision, it ain’t your
problem. You just remind her, it’s her own fault. She knows
the greatest, most unforgivable action a Shushonni can take is to be
ungracious to their benefactor. I’m sure Captain Vinceeth
discussed it with her.”
He made it very clear, in plain, easy to understand language.
There could be no doubt in her mind. There certainly wasn’t in
“Then, part of
her punishment is to accept her circumstances and make the best of
it. You don’t even have to arrange for a closed circuit
transmission for her. You would be doing it out of the kindness
and consideration you have for her. Would you do that for any
other slave? No, don’t answer that!” Lazarus laughed,
“Knowing you like I do, you would!” they shared a laugh, “It would be
unforgivable of her to insist on more. Believe me, Shushonni
justice is sure and certain. They wouldn’t tolerate her being
ungrateful or ungracious to her host. She’s very young; however,
she’s mature enough she should be accepting responsibility for her own
actions, especially with her breeding.”
something I don’t know about her, ramrod? Something, I should
protocol dictates I allow Captain Vinceeth to tell you.”
“I think I can
guess. I think she’s high born, of royal blood.”
Son, but you didn’t hear it from me. Trey Vinceeth will tell you
in good time. He has his reasons, and I imagine the main one is
he doesn’t want you intimidated by her. He was very sincere when
he told her she should expect to be treated as your slave and to
conduct herself accordingly. You see, it’s part and parcel of her
punishment. Knowing her family, it’s also part of their teaching
her to respect those not so fortunately born as she. She has a
lot of attitude what needs adjusting. You’re just the man what
can do it, Son. I have faith in you, and after watching his
video, I know Trey Vinceeth does. Having a Visallian warrior
expose himself to you is serious stuff, my young Captain. They
don’t choose their mates lightly. He’s got serious feelings for
“I know, Captain
Long; however, I think I have strong feelings for him, too. I
ain’t been able to think about nothing else for a while. I feel
like I’m being untrue and betraying my obligations to Ox, my brothers,
you and dad.”
“Don’t feel that
way. Your capacity for love will grow and expand as you
mature. Don’t grow up too soon, Waco. Allow it to
happen. A word of perspective: because of the Long-shot I gave
you and your dad, you will live an extended lifetime. You have
lots of time to try things the average man never has the time for;
however, you only have a brief period of approximately eighteen to
twenty years to be a young man and grow up. Revel in those years,
Son, like a pig in its favorite mud wallow. Don’t rush it, but
don’t let it pass you by either. Grab the opportunities as they
come to you.
Trey Vinceeth is
a mature man and warrior. He remembers what it was like to be a
young man. He won’t push you further or faster than you can
handle. His code of honor as a nobleman and warrior won’t allow
him to ever hurt you. Visallian warriors may be the pushiest
suitors in the universe, but they are also the most considerate and
loving. They are the standard by which all other males in the
universe judge their inclinations to be alpha-males. They have
sterling protocols for courtship and adhere to them religiously.
To them, the prize of conquest is the ultimate goal, but the fulfilment
of their passion is in the journey.
You couldn’t do
better for a suitor, Son. Don’t worry none about age
difference. When a man matures, as you will surely do, all men
become brothers, their ages not withstanding. Besides, to take a
young man like you for his first time, who is learning to be a leader
and with such a strong sense of self as you are developing could only
be satisfied by a man like Trey Vinceeth. I have a feeling all
this brouhaha with Keekepata and your meeting with the Captain was
“How do you know
these things, Ramrod? My voices spoke to me and told me almost
the same thing you did. How can I go wrong if it’s preordained,
indeed?” Lazarus smiled at him. “Just be aware, sometimes
the voices only tell you what they want you to know. They are
mostly benign, yet they can be laconic. There may be more
they’re not telling you, withholding to suit their own
purposes. Our limits are not being able to see and understand the
larger picture they envision. What may not be clear to us now,
may become clear with the passage of time.
The early Greeks
realized this intuitively; however, they assigned people-like Gods to
what they perceived as whimsical tantrums displayed by Godlike
people. They tried to anthropomorphize the voices they sometimes
heard. Thus they attempted to worship many Gods displaying all
sorts of petty jealousies, conflicts and contradictions; something the
voices never intended. It became chaos and collapsed into fear
It’s still going
on today. Organized religion has become little more than a
platform for those who can tell the most lies about the biggest
myth. Their flocks are bound together, not by freedom of thought
or genuine expressions of love and charity, but by mutual hatred,
suspicion, fear and greed; all the ingredients for failure from a
massive internal hemorrhage. They build the myth to such
grandiose proportions until it collapses from the weight of its own
Today’s myth is
tomorrow’s religion, as long as you can convince the sheep to have
faith in the unprovable. Faith is a cost free panacea from the
hopelessness of poverty, ignorance, and despair; but, that’s the way
the more enlightened, wealthy one percent of your society wants
it. The faithful are easily led to slaughter by their highly paid
Judas goats. There is no stronger political force on Earth than
the faithfully misguided. Why? Because there’s no room for
discussion within their tiny, closed-minded worlds of self-righteous
intolerance. It’s difficult to stop a flock of stampeding sheep
even when they’re going over a cliff to sure destruction. Nothing
will turn them back, nor will their bibles they cling to so desperately
morph into a magical spiritual bumper-chute to ease their
descent. In lighter terms it’s called, “Doing the Armageddon
Rag.” The better angels of man’s nature will most certainly flee
when viciously attacked and frightened by the barking of rabid
dogmas. The hounds of hell howl loudly from the pit; however,
they howl even louder from a pulpit.”
* * * * * * *
accepted Waco’s decision with more grace than he thought she
might. There was noticeable disappointment on her face, but that
was allowed. Waco didn’t comment on it. Blue understood
without much explanation at all. He also understood that
eventually, he would have greater freedom than he enjoyed at the moment.
to Keeke there were certain celebrations where others than the Grange
members would be present who wouldn’t understand aliens. He went
on to explain they had a difficult time understanding the Bigfoot or
Volgorons among them, but there were massive legends about them that
cushioned their limited acceptance. When they saw how easily the
Volgorons integrated with humans there was no problems. After
all, his slave Ox, was bought from a reputable slave dealer. Once
he was established as Waco’s slave the acceptance of the other
Sasquatch came more easily.
Waco did set
them up with a large screen digital TV to see the festivities and
football game if they chose to watch. Keeke petulantly deigned to
watched because Blue was so gung-ho to watch and learn. She
unwittingly drew close to Blue as a companion from his unbridled
enthusiasm and what she considered his naivete. Then she
discovered he was not so naive as she thought. He was just
supremely interested in life and everything around him.
* * * * * * *
introduced Waco to Kyron, the Bandersnatch’s Artificial Intelligence
and they hit it off right away. Kyron was keeping his own file on
Waco and shared with him and Lazarus some of his favorite moments of
rodeos, birthdays, and football games Kyron thought were special and
representative of Waco’s talents. Waco was impressed.
Lazarus gave Waco free access to Kyron. Kyron was different from
Cable, David and Jonathan and the other androids on the
Bandersnatch. He had a greater developed sense of comradery with
human intelligence. It was obvious, some he liked more than
others. Waco soon learned his own natural charm and consideration
would get him anything he wanted from Kyron.
“Well, buddy, I
know it’s a lot to ask, but as all videos run through you for storage
and accountability I was wondering if’n you might see your way clear to
monitor the observational robocams and channel their feed into the
closed circuit TV I set up for Keekepata and my brother Blue.”
happy to, buddy.” Kyron responded.
“Got one other
small request, friend. I wanna’ send Captain Vinceeth weekly
videos about an hour in length of the highlights of my week in
relationship to Keekepata’s and my brother Blue’s progress. I’d
like there to be some of my progress in the transmission as well. Don’t
be afraid to include some nude shots of me and my brothers.”
Waco. Do you wish to review the videos before I forward them?”
first couple and one from time to time. I’ll set up a
signal. If you see me pull my right ear with my hand you will
know to consider what is to follow for possible inclusion in that
Simple. I can do that. Anything else?”
“Naw, Sir, other
than I appreciate your help and enthusiasm.”
“Why, thank you,
Master Waco. It’s an honor and a privilege to do these things for
you. I think you will be pleased.”
“I’m sure I
will. May I confide in you, Kyron?”
young master. I would be honored.”
“If you see me
put two fingers of my right hand to my heart, then to my head, and then
to my lips, it is a secret signal to Captain Vinceeth he is in my
heart, my thoughts and I’m sending him my affection. Whenever you
see me do that please include it and especially if I appear nude while
Waco heard a
decided sigh and almost what he could call a ‘giggle’ from Kyron.
Then silence for a second like he was composing himself before he spoke.
“That is so
romantic, Master Waco; so thoughtful; so loving. I understand and
will be proud to include those segments. Thank you for trusting
me enough to confide in me. It is greatly appreciated.”
“No, thank you,
Kyron.” Waco countered.
Waco’s expectations. He reviewed the first video to be sent to
the Captain and gushed over Kyron’s selection of shots and editing
techniques. Waco encouraged him to be creative and Keekepata’s
dance before the Grange audience would have been the envy of the best
of Hollywood film cinematographers and editors. It was stunning
and translated into a three dimensional holographic version. Waco
encouraged Kyron to send both standard and holographic video formats in
a compressed file.
Waco asked for a
copy to be made for his own personal file on the ship. Kyron
executed it with no problem. Waco told Kyron he was so delighted
and moved by his work he might review more videos simply for the
pleasure. Waco was serious; nevertheless, Kyron ate it up.
Waco could do no wrong.
* * * * * * *
party came off without a hitch. It was another laid back Saturday
afternoon party and football game. The Stamper brothers were
really happy to be invited to the boy’s birthday party and Lucas
received them graciously. He and Waco made sure they had a good
time and got enough to eat. They were growing more close to the
family as time went on. Charlie and Lazarus discussed with Waco
and Lucas it was only a matter of time before they had to start
including the Stamper brothers in the Grange. Lucas understood
and wasn’t against them. He just felt like their presence at the
previous night’s supper was a bit premature. Charlie and Waco
agreed with him.
Coach Davis was
really watching the boys closely. Coach Baker was officiating the
football game along with Coach Davis’ second man, Coach Ryan.
Coach Davis couldn’t believe the talent he was going to have in the
fall. Chet Baker told him to hold on to his hat. He thought
Waco’s relative, a first cousin, was coming to live with him and his
dad. Waco expressed concern to Lyle and Chet at supper about Blue
fitting in and being accept at school.
“You leave that
to me and Lyle, Son. Blue is yore’ first cousin from Alaska and
he’s coming here to live with you and Mr. Goodnight because his parents
were killed in an avalanche. Their bodies were never recovered.”
Chet set Coach Davis up.
believe it, Coach, this kid looks enough like Waco to be his twin
brother. They’re almost identical. Lyle and I couldn’t tell
‘em apart standing right next to one another. It’s down right
mused Coach Davis. “And he wants to play football?”
We met him the other night at supper and it’s all he could talk about
was moving to the ranch and starting highschool with his cousin.”
The boys played
their hearts out and as much as she tried to pretend not to be
interested, Keekepata kept pounding Blue’s arm with excitement over the
game. Blue experienced the Sunday football games through linking
with Lucas and Waco. He knew the plays and what the game was all
about. He explained it to Keekepata as they went along and she
became more animated the more she learned and watched. She told
Blue it was similar to warrior games the young Visallian men compete in
only they were a lot rougher. Blue assured her,
“Oh, this is
just flag football. There is another form of the game they play
during the school year that’s as rough as any team sport you can
imagine. They physically tackle each other and fight to keep the
other team from scoring.”
“You sound like
you’d like to be out there with them.” Keeke looked at Blue like
she couldn’t understand.
“As soon as I
can, little sister.” he smiled at her. He wasn’t Waco but
it was darn hard for Keeke to tell the difference at that moment.
She leaned back against Blue and watched the rest of the game in
silence. Blue would yell and wave his arms about when one side
made a touchdown.
* * * * * * *
Lucas’ team won
by one field goal that afternoon. They timed it perfectly and in
the final few seconds of the game, Bronc kicked the winning goal at
forty yards. Everyone went crazy and carried Bronc and Lucas off
the field. Bron was proud of his boys. Bronc and Ts’gan
were fitting in and learning more about life and living with humans
than he ever thought they would. They seemed to really be
enjoying themselves. The boys even moved out of Bron’s room into
a room of their own. They had separate beds but they still slept
together most of the time. They were growing apart from their
dad. While Bron welcomed it, it also made him a little sad.
He asked them if
they ever thought about packing it in and going back to the life they
had before. The boys were quiet. They would do what their
dad wanted, but Bron didn’t push it. He didn’t really want to
return himself, but he wanted to see how they felt. He found out
when each boy came to him separately and told him they would do as he
asked, but if they had their druthers they’d rather stay on the
ranch. Bron never asked again. He realized there was more
human in them than Volgoron.
* * * * * * *
After the game
Waco and his men headed off to the showers in the big house. It
was tradition all Waco’s men showered together. There wasn’t a
lot of roughhousing, but there was a lot of male bonding and
comradery. Waco learned to know where his three robocams were at
any given time. A couple of the other boys could tell where
theirs were, too. Lucas, Travis, Little Bear, Bronc and Gavin
could usually tell. There was just a telltale movement in the air
they became sensitive to. Waco looked up and could see his three
lined up taking holo-shots of him. He slowly reached up with his
right hand and gently tugged on his right ear.
shower scene was added to the video. As he was coming out of the
shower he dropped his towel to the floor and slowly turned for the
camera to pick up his whole body. When he turned back around he
took two fingers of his right hand, touched his heart, touched his
head, touched his lips and pulled his fingers away like he was sending
the gesture to the camera. He smiled and winked at the camera.
After the day
was over, Waco got permission from his dad to return to the ship for a
while to check on Blue and Keekepata. He told him he might be a
while because he was going to review a video he needed to sent to
Captain Vinceeth. Charlie told him to go. He was tired and
he and Little Bear were going to make an early evening of it. He
might even ask Travis to join them.
arrived at the hospital, Keeke and Blue were still watching
TV. Blue managed to find an old college football game on and was
explaining to Keeke how rough the game could be. They stopped
what they were watching to welcome him.
“You guys eat
thanks. We had a great meal. Arnie brought me food from the
party, and he prepared something for Keeke. I think she liked
your birthday cake. She ate hers and half of mine.” Blue
not. I could barely eat that huge piece Arnie brought me.
It was good though.” she laughed at Blue.
“I need to watch
my first video transmission to your Lord protector Keeke, and I didn’t
wanna’ do it behind your back. Would you and Blue watch it with
me and comment?”
Master Waco. You may send him anything you wish.” Keeke
be happy to.”
Waco flipped a
switch on the com unit he held. A male face came on the screen
it’s nice to see you again. How may I be of service this
evening?” Kyron asked.
buddy. Would you just happen to have the first video to Captain
Vinceeth ready for transmission?” Waco knew he did.
“All ready, my
“May we review
starting now, Master Waco.”
The video had a
brief introduction recorded earlier by Waco explaining his intent and
there might be a couple of personal things in the video, but the
Captain would know what they were and what they meant. The video
began with Keekepata’s dance the previous evening. She audibly
gasped at the clarity and visual beauty of the video. Kyron had
done a first rate job and even Keeke was visually stunned. Blue
was no less impressed, and it was difficult for Waco to keep his
most of the football game again and ended with Waco exposing himself to
the camera. Keeke giggled and Blue gently socked his twin in the
arm with his closed fist as a sign of comradery like he was saying,
“You dog!” Blue knew what the content of Waco’s gesture
implied. It wasn’t lost on Keeke either.
Master Waco. I can’t find fault with the video. It will be
greatly appreciated by my Lord protector.”
“I agree with
our little sister, brother. Captain Vinceeth should be very
pleased. I know I was.” Blue giggled.
“May I add my
approval, Master Waco.” Kyron returned to the screen.
“Well, I think
it’s pretty damn fine. Thank you, Kyron, for the excellent
quality and editing. Please, you have my permission to send it.”
And it was done.
* * * * * * *
Captain Vinceeth!” one of the Captain’s yoemen named Ranney said
breathlessly as he almost tripped and fell in the doorway.
“What is it,
yoeman? What would cause you to lose your bearing, Son?” he
spoke with the reproving voice of authority.
Captain. You’re right, Sir. I deserve that rebuke.
It’s just I was excited for you, Sir. We’ve just received a
sub-space transmission from the third planet in the Sol system. I
believe it’s from her highness Keekepata’s new Lord protector.”
you’re excitement is excused, yoeman. Gather the men and we’ll
watch it together.”
“I’m told there
is a couple of personal moments in the transmission, Sire.”
“I’m sure the
men won’t be put off by a personal message.”
Sir, but you might wish to save the nature of the message for yourself.”
yoeman. We will all watch together. The men need a good
Captain. We have it set up in the ship’s auditorium, Sir.”
yoeman. Lead the way.”
Treygor Vinceeth watched the video with his men in the holographic
form. He was impressed it was sent in both formats so he could
later download it to his personal computer if he chose to. There
was much applause at first from the men to see their princess in such
good shape dancing one of the native dances of their culture.
Then their sense of joy turned into fierce pride and melancholy as
Keeke came to the end of her perfect performance. They all stood
with tears in their eyes and cheered. The Captain ordered the
video stopped for a few minutes while they quieted down. He
didn’t rebuke their enthusiasm, but he did make a brief statement.
“I hope this
video of our royal highness will put to rest any doubts you might have
about how well our beloved princess is being taken care of. I
have full trust and faith in Captain Waco. This video is a
testament to his and his people’s care of our princess. In less
than a month she has been healed and regained her strength enough to
give a flawless performance of one of the most difficult of our native
dances, the Bolodero.”
ordered the video started up again and they got into the football
game. The men went crazy when they realized the game was similar
to one of theirs. Scraps and Happy were acting like cheerleaders
running up and down the sidelines barking like crazy. The Captain
explained they were the creatures who saved the life of their
princess. It made them even more important to the men. They
were curious why the coaches would speak to Scraps and he would run
into the huddle where the men who had the ball would plan their next
“He talks, like
you and I. Captain Waco sent me a note, he carries the
plays from the coaches to the Captain of the team.”
puzzle to the warriors was the men of both teams running to the
sidelines to pet the huge four legged creature. It was a
mystery to them. They’d never seen a horse before. They
were totally agog over Ranger. They asked the Captain to see what
he could find out about the impressive critter. They also wanted
to know about the four beautiful critters with the brightly colored
tails who watched the game from the back of the big creature.
the game, there was a lot of money being bet on the outcome. More
men were betting on Captain Waco while the older more astute members of
the guard saw something in the quarterback of the other team, the young
human they called Lucas, and bet heavily on him. The old guard
knew they’d won after the field goal attempt was good.
The game was a
wonderful distraction for the men but the icing on the cake was the
final scene of Waco’s men in the shower. Nothing was left to the
imagination and the men went crazy whooping, applauding and stomping
their boots. Then the final scene when Waco did his personal
message to the Captain without saying a word, dropped his towel, slowly
turned around, then smiled and winked into the camera. Trey
Vinceeth felt his male pride swell in its protective carapace and made
a mental note to download the shower scene to his personal computer for
closer inspection as soon as he returned to his stateroom.
There was no
doubt in any man’s mind what the message meant and who it was intended
for. They went crazy again. Captain Vinceeth got a smug
smile on his handsome face few of his men had ever seen before.
He simply bowed to his men and left the auditorium without a
word. No words were necessary. Young Captain Waco had just
made Captain Vinceeth a hero to his own men. They applauded and
cheered for him as he left. They were happy for him. He had
been through a lot in the past several years, and even though it wasn’t
his fault, losing the princess had caused him a great deal of distress.
was known to be the hardest man in the Visallian fleet to work for, but
he was also known as a fair man with a sense of humor and
compassion. Men fought for the honor to be counted among his
crew. When you were a member of Captain Vinceeth’s crew, you were
more than just a warrior, you were family. It was generally
acknowledged Hogarth Treygor Vinceeth, or Trey as he was known to his
imtimate friends, was the best the Visallian military had to
offer. Captain Waco Goodnight couldn’t have agreed more.
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