WACO’S
LUMMOX
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
4
Waco hugged Ox
to him in front of all the people gathered and spoke to him.
“I’m so proud of
you, Lummy. You were a true hero."
<< I
hardly did anything, Master Waco. You took complete charge of the
situation. I couldn’t have done it without your quick
thinking. You knew exactly what needed to be done and dispatched
me immediately. You knew what you had to do to get the strength
you needed from your brothers. I didn’t think of that. It
was all your doing. >>
“What do you
mean it was my doing? I didn’t send you. You just reacted.”
“Meaning no
disrespect, Master Waco, but you sent him.” Travis said meekly.
“Travis is
right, big brother. We done hear’d ju.’” JR backed him up.
Charlie came
running up to the boys. Waco was holding on to his butt-naked
giant with both arms as far around him as he could reach.
“You men all
right? Everyone okay? I watched from the porch with a
bowlful of potato salad in my hands. It all happened so
fast.” Charlie Goodnight asked.
“We’re okay,
Master Goodnight.” volunteered Travis. “Ox and Waco were
heroes.”
“I’m a’ think’n
you got more’n a couple of heroes here today.” Interjected Ranger
Gibbons, “I watched Waco bark some instructions and the three of
them boys joined hands to do some’um,— it looked like they’s pray’n,—
but I gotta’ agree with Travis and JR, Charlie, I done watched Waco
undo Ox’s breach so’s he wouldn’t be encumbered and slapped him on his
ass to be on his way to help the boy. I think what we witnessed
here today was a little more’n heroism,— I think we done watched us a
gin-u-wine miracle.” allowed the big man.
“Daddy!
Put me down! I’m all right, Daddy! Please,— put me
down!” the little five year old, Donny Lassiter, was squirming
and begging his dad, the sheriff. “I have to go to Waco. I
have to thank him. Waco, JR, Travis and the big giant saved my
life. I was so afraid I couldn’t do nothing. Waco, he done
told me what to do, Dad. No,— it was more like he got into my
head and made my body do what he wanted it to do. It was like I
was jes’ watching what Waco was making me do. I’s like one a’
them puppets they control with them strings. JR and Travis give
Waco the added strength he needed to help me. Thank God, they was
here, Dad. If’n it weren’t for them and Ox, I wouldn’t be alive
right now.”
The sheriff put
the boy down, and Donny ran full force to Waco’s arms. Waco
caught him up in a hug and stole a kiss.
“Thank you,
Waco. Thank you JR and Travis for saving my life. Thank
you, Mr. Ox, for being my hero and coming to my rescue. All you
men is heroes. It took quick think’n and a lot of courage to do
what ch’all done for me. I’ll never forgit this day as long as I
live. I’ll forever be in your debt.”
Bobby Jessup and
his wife walked up and heard the boy’s words. Bobby put his arms
around his boy and hugged him to him in a gesture of deepest
love. No words needed to be spoken what was in his or Elsie’s
heart. It was a sign to them, they made the right decision for
their boy. They couldn’t be prouder of Travis than to hear he was
a hero, too.
“All Mrs.
Lassiter and me kin say, gentlemen, is the four of you and Mr.
Goodnight are welcome to sit down at our supper table anytime you can
get away and come visit our ranch. Our door is always open to
you. You’re always welcome. You don’t never have to call,
jes’ come on over. We owe you men more’n we can ever repay
you.” said the sheriff with tears in his eyes as he shook Waco’s
hand and then the boys. He even shook Ox’s big paw one more time.
Charlie was
stunned, but then so was everyone there. What started out to be a
nice country get-together birthday party for a young man who was coming
of age turned into one of the most memorable days anyone in the
community could remember. The rest of the day was like a dream
for Waco the boys and their lummox.
Ida Wallace and
Hank Morgan were thrilled with their boy. JR just gave his mother
the, “Aw, shuck, ma, I didn’t do nothing.” routine but when big Hank
took the boy in his arms and hugged him, JR knew he’d done a good
thing. Even though he knew Hank was a slave, JR respected and
admired Hank. He didn’t know exactly why, but JR never had to
defend himself to anyone at the ranch for his admiration for the big
cowboy.
To be polite and
garner good relations with the slave dealer Charlie suggested to Waco
he invite Mr. Tennent to his birthday party. He arrived with his
family and another slave chained to the back of his pickup just as the
incident with the Thunderbird started. He stood and witnessed the
whole thing. He shook his head in disbelief at the wild man he
sold Charlie Goodnight for such an exorbitant price the day before was
a remarkably intelligent and graceful creature. Boy, had he made
a ‘giant’ mistake, he thought to himself. He chuckled to himself
at his own bad pun.
He felt so bad
about letting Mr. Goodnight and his boy purchase such a worthless slave
he brought along another young boy as an additional birthday present
for Waco, who in his slave trader opinion, was almost as worthless as
the lummox. He thought the gesture would make up for a little of
his guilty conscience; however, after what he just witnessed, he wasn’t
real sure he made the right decision. It was too late now.
He knew his wife would never let him renege on his gift. How
would he explain the incorrigible young American Indian slave he had
chained up in the back of his pickup?
One of the kids
brought Ox’s leather breachcloth and handed it to Waco. He smiled
and thanked the boy. The sheriff’s wife saw the look in the
giant’s eyes, took it from Waco, carefully folded it and handed it back
to him.
“Put it away,
Son.” she spoke softly to Waco. “I say your slave don’t
have to wear it no more today. He looks much more comfortable
without it. Everyone here is farm or ranch folks.
They’re used to seeing all kinds of animals without any coverings,—
right, Don?” Mrs. Lassiter deferred to her husband for his
support.
“Absolutely,
dear! It’s much too hot a day for a big fine slave like Ox to
have to wear that damn thing around all day. Put it up for when
he comes to supper with you boys.” Don Lassiter spoke as if his
word was law,— and it was. Don smiled and winked at Ox, and he
smiled back at the sheriff.
Mr. Tennent, the
slave dealer, joined the crowd and was listening to all the talk about
Waco and his slave.
“You wanna’ sell
yore’ giant slave back to me for a goodly profit, young man?” he
asked Waco in a joking manner.
“Naw, Sir, Mr.
Tennent. I think Ox is here to stay. He’s gone from being a
lummox to me and several other folk’s personal hero, but welcome to my
birthday party, Sir. So glad you and yore’ family could make it.”
“Thank you,
Son. I felt so bad after selling you and yore’ dad an unproven
slave I done brought chu’ another just yore’ age to make up for the
lummox. After seeing how you work with slaves, don’t look to me
like you’s having too much of a problem with the giant. C’mon,
Son, yore’ birthday present’s in the back of my pickup.”
Charlie and
Ranger was slapping each other on the back and having a good time with
Waco’s sudden windfall of new slaves. Now he had three slaves of
his own. There were families and ranchers in the area who
couldn’t claim three slaves of their own. Waco and the men
followed Mr. Tennent to his truck. On the way, Waco greeted
several more new arrivals, Mrs. Tennent and their young son. The
older Tennent boy was almost a grown man. He was about eighteen
and was standing by the back of the Tennent’s pickup truck waiting for
his dad.
Waco could see
the young boy in the back was an American Indian. His body was
smooth and his head was shaved. He was completely naked and
wasn’t wearing any kind of shoes or boots. His eyes got really
big when he saw Ox following Waco up to the truck. His whole
demeanor seemed to change from one of anger and defiance to awe and
almost reverence at the sight of the giant.
“Na-tonk-ka-wee-ka.”
He muttered to himself just loud enough for Waco to hear him.
“Git him down
from there, Son.” Mr. Tennent ordered his oldest boy, Jake.
Jake let down
the tailgate to the truck, unlocked the metal cattle rack on the back
and jumped into the back of the truck. He quickly unlocked the
chains the young boy was secured with and led him by his leash to the
rear of Mr. Tennent’s truck. Jake jumped down, turned and opened
his arms to the boy. He picked him up and gently lowered him to
the ground. There were only men and young boys gathered around to
see the new slave. A new slave wasn’t of much interest to the
women folk so the men didn’t have to watch their language.
Jake Tennent
jerked the boy around by his leash to led him before Waco. They
still had his hands cuffed to the heavy iron collar around his
neck. He stood facing Waco and they looked into each others’
eyes. Mr. Tennent took the leash from his boy to make a
presentation to Waco.
“As best we can
make out, B.B. here is exactly the same age you are, Waco. We
know’d his last name is Tin Penny, but he wouldn’t never tell us his
first name so we jes’ call him B.B. ‘At’s short for “Buzzard
Bait.” All the men laughed. Waco didn’t, he was too
busy touching the boy’s mind. The Indian boy nervously glanced
away from Waco’s gaze to look at the ground. “Happy Birthday, young
man, and congratulation on coming of age and being a fine slave
handler.” Mr. Tennent said. Mr. Tennent handed Waco the
leash and was curious what he would do.
“Thank you, Mr.
Tennent, I certainly appreciate yore’ gift. He looks like he will
be a fine slave for me and my dad.”
“On yer’ knees,
slave, and pay homage to yer’ new master’s boots!” Mr. Tennent
ordered the boy and forced him with his hand on his shoulder. Tin
Penny didn’t want to comply but he was forced to his knees. He
lost his balance because his hands were locked to his collar around his
neck and almost fell into Waco. Waco reached down with both hands
and grabbed the boy up to him and held him tightly in his arms.
Even though they were the same age, Waco was physically bigger and
stronger than the scrawny boy. He touched the boy’s mind.
He learned his name was “Rabbit”
<< Don’t
be afraid, Rabbit. Just lemme’ get this shit off’n you, pay
homage to me’n ma’dad’s boots, and I promise you, you’ll never have to
do it again unless you find us worthy. >>
The kid’s mouth
dropped open as he returned his gaze to look deeply into Waco’s eyes
and saw nothing but honesty. He was struck by the empathy he saw
and felt in Waco’s eyes and from the words that filled his mind.
It was more than a little remarkable and sent chills up his
spine. His curiosity overcame his frustration, humiliation and
anger.
To compound his
confusion, he saw two huge orange eyes flecked with red looking over
Waco’s head and two enormous hairy paws resting gently on Waco’s
shoulders which spoke to him and shook him to his core. Rabbit
witnessed what Waco and his brothers did to help the giant he called
Na-tonk-ka-wee-ka rescue the young boy from the dreaded
Thunderbird. He was impress by the giant man’s agility, grace and
power.
<< You
stand before a fine and loving young master, Rabbit. Don’t screw
this up, boy. You need a home and you won’t find a better one
than this with these men. If Na-tonk-ka-wee-ka, the old man of
the forest, can allow himself to pay homage to this young man, a small
runt like you can humble himself. >> he heard the giant
speak to him in his mind. Of course Waco could hear the exchange
and reached up to cover Ox’s huge paw with his hand as a gesture of
affection and unity. Rabbit saw the gentle smile that crossed
Waco’s face.
“Mr. Tennent
would you please remove his shackles, Sir.” Waco requested.
“He’ll bolt for
the road if’n I do, Son.”
“Have you
implanted a chip in him?” Waco knew the answer before he
asked. He found all the information in Rabbit’s mind.
“Yes, Sir, young
master.”
“Then he won’t
get far. He can postpone it for a day. He kin always run
away tomorrow. I don’t think he’s gonna’ wanna’ run away today
and miss out on a good time, all the food he can eat, and ice cream and
cake. Besides, he’s gonna’ need food for strength if’n he’s
planing on running.” Waco smiled at Mr. Tennent and winked at
Rabbit.
“Do as Mr.
Goodnight says, Jake.” Mr. Tennent ordered his son as he shook
his head. Waco proved him wrong before. Jake unlocked all
of Rabbit Tin Penny’s fetters and threw them into the back of the
truck. Waco held the boy to him the whole time and wouldn’t let
him go until all his fetters were removed. Rabbit only had a
leather collar and his leash still attached. Waco let him go and
dropped his leash. He looked Rabbit in his eyes and waited.
George Tennent
watched in awe as the boy fell to his knees in the dust and kissed each
of Waco’s buckaroo boots. His leash fell across Waco’s
boots. He reached down with his head, took his leash in his mouth
and raised his head for Waco to take it from him. Waco put his
hand under Rabbit’s mouth and the boy released it to his new
master. Waco reached down with his hands, pulled him back up into
an embrace and held him tightly as he bussed a kiss behind Rabbit’s
ear.
“Welcome to the
Goodnight Ranch, Rabbit.” Waco spoke just loud enough for
everyone to hear. May your heart be at peace here and may you
find a home with us.” There was much applause from the men
gathered. Ranger Gibbons slammed his elbow into his brother’s
side and grinned at Charlie real big to indicate how proud he was of
Waco’s handling of the situation.
“Do you wanna’
pair of gloves to inspect him, Waco?” Mr. Tennent asked. He
knew what Waco required from his visit to the auction house.
“Naw, Sir, Mr.
Tennent, my daddy done taught me, h’it’s downright impolite to poke
yore’ finger up a gift slave’s butt.” All the men laughed, but
they recognized it as a mannerly thing among slave owners. You
just didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, and you didn’t poke your
finger up a gift slave’s butt.
“He ain’t no
virgin, I kin tell you that.” spoke up Mr. Tennent’s son, Jake,
“Rabbit,— at’s a good name for ‘em. Ever’ damn time I fucked ‘em,
he shot his load and fainted dead away. Ain’t never seen me
nothing like it. He’s like a damn male rabbit what shoots his
load, thumps his thumper several times and then falls over in a dead
faint. Pretty tight little ass though,— you gonna’ enjoy that,
Waco.”
Waco looked
around for his dad. Charlie came up beside him and smiled at
Rabbit Tin Penny. Rabbit took one look at the handsome cowboy
standing before him and his heart leapt to his throat. He
couldn’t remember ever seeing such a handsome man before and knew where
his son got his strong, broad, handsome, good looks. He was
impressed by Waco, but Charlie Goodnight was like seeing the apparition
of a skin walker,— one who could encompassed all physical beauty to
cause a rational brave to commit irrational acts in an attempt to
capture it. Rabbit knew in his heart this man and his son were
masters he could serve with pride.
Waco handed
Rabbit’s leash to his dad. Charlie saw what Waco did and thought
he’d follow suit. He was beginning to realize his son was a
natural slave handler, and he wasn’t so proud he couldn’t learn from
his boy. He dropped Rabbit’s leash and the boy was on his knees
in front of Charlie Goodnight in an instant paying homage to his big
cowboy boots. Rabbit once again gathered up his leash and raise
himself to find Charlie’s waiting hand. He dropped it into
Charlie’s hand as a symbol of accepting him as his master as well as
Waco. Like son, like father, Charlie pulled Rabbit up to him, put
his arms around him and held him close.
“Welcome to the
Goodnight Ranch, Son. You won’t have no problems here,
Rabbit.” Charlie said to the boy.
“Dayamn, Waco,
what chu’ gonna’ do with all them slaves?” Ranger Gibbons kidded Waco,
“Hell, Son, you almost done got chore’self a posse.”
All the men laughed at Ranger’s comment.
“Gonna’ start my
own rodeo team, Mr. Gibbons.” Waco said without hesitation,
“Won’t need us no clowns neither. I done figure my lummox can
cold-cock them big bulls with one fist.” Everyone laughed,
thought that was a good response and patted Waco on the back.
Waco took
Rabbit’s leash back from his dad and unclipped it from his slave collar.
“C’mon, brother,
let’s us walk to the house and get chu’ some clothes to wear. I
got some older Wranglers and a pair of boots what are too small for
me. I think they jes’ might fit chu.’”
Waco took off to
the house follow by his posse of JR, Travis, Rabbit and his
lummox. Ranger Gibbons just shook his head as he watched the boys
and the giant creature cross the compound to the big ranch house.
“This is gonna’
be a day to remember, brother.” he dropped his big arm around
Charlie and they shared a laugh. “I think we ain’t seen the last
of what them boys and that giant can do together. They’re off to
a pert-damn good start.”
* * * * * * *
Waco had a shelf
in his closet with several pairs of older Wranglers he couldn’t get
into any more. They fit Rabbit perfectly and he found a couple of
pair of his old boots that had a lot of wear left in them. They
both fit Rabbit like a glove. Waco found him a couple of t-shirts
and a nice Western shirt for him to wear. Waco reached up on the
top self of his closet and found an old straw cowboy hat he hadn’t worn
in a long time, grabbed it and tossed it to Rabbit with a big
grin. Rabbit smiled as he tried it on and looked at himself in a
mirror. He was pleased with what he saw. In fifteen minutes
Rabbit was dressed and looked like any other young cowboy.
He kept
noticing Travis had on a slave collar, but he wasn’t acting like a
slave. He was acting more like Waco’s friend or buddy.
“Are you a
slave, Travis?” Rabbit asked quietly, almost fearful he might
have said the wrong thing.
“Yes, Rabbit, my
owner gave me to Master Waco and his dad just this morning. I’m
one of
his birthday present from Ranger Gibbons and my parents.”
“He don’t have
to wear his slave collar if’n he don’t want to.” Spoke Waco, “You
don’t neither, Rabbit. You and I know you’re a slave, and I don’t
need to see no collar ‘round yore’ neck to remind me. H’it’s up
to you. Travis and me goes to the same school, and he jes’ wants
all our school buddies who are gonna’ be here today to know he’s my
slave now.” Waco grabbed Travis around his neck, hugged him close
and stole a kiss. Travis giggled and blushed.
“I think I’ll
leave mine on, too, then. Am I gonna’ git to go to school?”
“Don’t see why
not, but we can discuss all that later. Come, let’s get out there
and have us a good time. For yore’ first day here, stick close to
one of us. If you have any questions or problems ask us.
Don’t be afraid to ask either ma’ little brother JR here, ma’slave
brother Travis, Ox, or me. You can even go to my dad or Ranger
Gibbons. They’ll help you.”
“How long has
the old man of the forest been your slave, Sir?” Rabbit asked
looking at Ox sitting on the edge of Waco’s bed.
“Only a couple
of days, Rabbit. He and I have bonded pretty damn tight
though. I love him. I was the only one what could hear or
talk with him before you come along. My dad bought him for me
from Mr. Tennent. He called to me and we rescued him from that
awful place. How long were you there?”
“They kept me
for about three months. It was because Jake took a shine to me
and liked for me to suck him off and he liked to fuck my ass. He
weren’t mean to me or nothing. I sort a’ tagged along after
him. He treated me like a little brother. I got to where I
liked have’n sex with him. I just didn’t like being caged and
chained up all the time. I’ll miss him. I didn’t wanna’
come. I wanted to stay with Jake. Are you gonna’ fuck me?”
“Only if’n
ya’ont me to. I plan to make a little love to my other slave
brother here one a’ these nights if’n he’s so inclined. I had me
the hots for him for a couple of years now. We done us our fair
share a’ poke’n, grope’n and grab ass’n. We’s talked about it a
lot, but we ain’t never done nothing. Even though we’s buddies
and I love him like a brother, h’it weren’t my place to take him for
his first time. That right belonged to his owner. Now he’s
mine, I’m his new Master, we don’t have to worry about that none,—
ain’t that right, sweet baby?” Waco stole another kiss from
Travis.
“Right, Master
Waco. I’m look’n forward to it.” Travis replied and looked
down at the wet spot at his crotch. They all laughed.
* * * * * * *
Guest were still
arriving until early afternoon. Charlie and Waco specified in
their invitations, food would be served around two o’clock and most
folks arrived before then. Charlie and Waco watched as a big,
white, three-quarter ton Ford crew cab truck with a full bed pulled
into the compound with a horse trailer attached to a fifth wheel in the
bed of the truck. It was Waco’s Uncle Angus, Charlie’s older
brother and his family. Angus’ family consisted of Jean, his wife
of almost twenty years, his oldest boy Darnell who was going to be
sixteen in August, his two younger boys Winston and Ed, and his two
beautiful daughters Tammy Fay and Dawn.
Following the
big truck close behind was a late model Ford cargo van driven by Angus’
ranch foreman, Bill Birdsall. It was filled with Angus’
ranch-slaves. Waco and Charlie knew them all by name and
invited them through Angus.
“I wonder if’n
they brought Uncle Shane with ‘em? I don’t see him in either
truck.” Waco whispered to his dad.
“I hope so,
Son. I know you love yore’ Uncle Shane. I love him,
too. He may have done some bad things when he was younger, but he
ain’t that man no more. He’s a good slave and a fine
cowboy. He’s also one of the finest looking cowboy-slaves in
these here parts.”
“I know, Dad, I
know.” Groaned Waco straightening his hard dick in his Wranglers.
“I wouldn’t mind
having my little brother as one of our slaves. That don’t sound
right, but you know what I mean.” said Charlie.
“Yeah, I done
thought about it myself, Dad. He works hard for Uncle Angus and
keeps his nose clean. I can’t never remember Uncle Angus say’n
nothing bad about him since he become his slave.” Waco commented.
“H’it took some
time, but after they got things settled between ‘em and Shane realized
he’s gonna’ be his brother’s slave for a long time, he sort a’ hunkered
down and decided if’n he couldn’t be a free man he was gonna’ become
the best damn slave-buckaroo for his brother he could. Angus
treats him like any other slave. Sometimes I think he’s a bit
cold-hearted and unnecessarily strict with Shane, but you can’t fault
his results. Shane has done a hundred and eighty degree turn
around. I think after five years of being a slave, Shane’s pretty
comfortable with his life.
You’re old
enough now I can discuss a few family secrets with you. I done
asked Angus several years ago if’n he uses Shane like a slave. He
surprised me. He didn’t hesitate and told me of course he uses
him. When Shane fucked up and Angus bought him as his slave he
made up his mind, Shane became his slave first and his brother
second. It cost all four of us brothers a lot of money to buy
Shane. We never asked him to, but in the last five years Angus
paid off Jessie and Dermont. I told him I wouldn’t accept his
money if’n he was to try’n pay me back. What I done, I done for
him and Shane.
He told me he
would never tell Shane, but after he started using him regularly, Angus
fell more in love with him than he ever loved him before. Angus
don’t allow Shane to talk about their relationship. He cuts him
right off. He tells him they don’t have no relationship but as a
Master and his slave. Angus recognizes Shane is biologically his
brother, there ain’t nothing he can do about that, but he’s first and
foremost, Angus’ slave. He jes’ snaps his fingers and expects
Shane to comply. He said Shane ain’t never refused him.
Said he’s always clean and ready for his Master’s use. Angus
allowed he begged off once ‘cause Shane felt bad and was running a
fever, but Angus said he made up for it later.
Angus won’t let
no one touch Shane but him and his foreman, Bill Birdsall. He’s
told his boys and his other slaves not to even think about it. He
told his slaves if he found out one of ‘em forced Shane to have sex
with ‘em he’d sell ‘em in a heartbeat. If’n he caught one of his
boys forcing themselves on Shane, they’d be looking at joining their
uncle as indentured slaves for a year or two to see how they like
it. He told ‘em boys ‘at would be the only thing that would piss
him off bad enough he’d not only consider it,--- it would be a done
deal. Bottom line: if the boys wanted to remain free men,
don’t fuck with
their uncle.
Angus told his
boys, Shane may be a slave, but he’s still their uncle. He told
me he never has told his boys he uses Shane and ain’t likely to.
His boys ain’t no
dummies. He figures they done
put two and two together. I didn’t like it at first, but when I
got to think’n on
it, Angus is right. He has every right to use Shane anyway he
wants. Sometimes, it’s the only way to show a slave your
dominance over them. Sometimes, it’s the only way
you can show a slave you love and appreciate him without him
manipulating you. I didn't understand it at first, but now I'm
beginning to see how much Shane needed that from
Angus. In a way, I guess Angus is doing what you do, Son,— he’s
showing his slave his love by using him. I know Angus can be a
hardnose batard sometimes, but again, that's his right. He's
strict and tolerates no nonsense, but he would never abuse or hurt
Shane.”
“Excuse me,
Dad. There’s a huge pair of cowboy arms what’s git’n out of that
big truck in a second, and I’s jes’ dying to fill ‘em.” Waco told
his dad. Charlie laughed and patted Waco on his butt to send him
on his way to his Uncle Angus.
Waco ran to his
Uncle’s arms when he saw the big cowboy get down from the truck.
For years Waco was a little shy of his Uncle Angus because he was such
a gruff and rough talking cowboy. Later he learned it was just
Angus’ way and underneath his rough exterior beat the heart of a loving
man. A man who loved, looked after, protected and cherished his
family. Angus saw Waco on the run to him, took off his huge,
wide-brimmed cowboy hat, tossed it in the air as high as he could, let
out a buckaroo whoop you could’ve heard in the next county, spread his
legs apart, slightly squatted on his haunches to brace himself for the
full impact of the young cowboy coming at him like a run-a-way steam
train, and opened his arms wide for his favorite nephew.
“Com’mer, ya’
little shit! Come to yore’ old Uncle Angus’ arms, birthday
boy! Damnation, h’it’s good to see you again, Son!” Angus
shouted at the top of his voice as he grabbed up a laughing Waco and
spun him around a couple of time stealing kiss after kiss.
“God, I love
you, Uncle Angus. You’s so full a’ shit!” Waco winked at
Angus and they both fell out laughing again. “H’it’s good to see
my favorite uncle again, too. The good Lord above knows how much
I missed you. We ain’t seen ya’ll since Christmas. ‘At’s
jes’ too damn long!” Waco exclaimed. “You bring Uncle Shane
wit’cha’?” Waco tossed off.
“Yeah, he’s in
the horse trailer with yore’ birthday gift. Got chu’ some’um
you’re gonna’ love cowboy. I guaran-damn-tee-ya’!” Angus
stole another kiss and so did Waco before he put him down to greet his
brother.
Charlie walked
up, hugged and kissed his brother while Waco greeted his cousins and
his aunt. Waco’s posse was standing close behind and Waco’s
relatives couldn’t help notice the furry giant that always seemed to be
within a couple of feet of his young master. Bill Birdsall was in
awe of Waco’s lummox.
Uncle Angus,—
Aunt Jean,— cousins,— Mr. Birdsall,— I’d like ya’ll to meet my three
birthday presents. Starting with the biggest, is my wonderful
beast. Mr. Tennent told me he was a lummox, but I don’t think
so. I shortened his name to Ox. He just rescued the
sheriff’s boy, Donny, from a Thunderbird what flew down and snapped the
boy up. My little brother JR, ya’ll all know, helped and so did
my new slave brother, Travis Jessup.” There was much talk among
them. They were thrilled Waco’s buddy Travis was now his slave.
“Last but not
least, is my other new slave who only arrived a while ago. He was
a gift from Mr. Tennent and his family. His name is Rabbit Tin
Penny. He’s originally from the Ogalaga Souix tribe. He’s a
fine looking young man, and I hope he decides to hang around for a
while so’s we can git to know one another a little better.”
“Ain’t never
know’d of a slave what ever wanted to runaway from a Goodnight ranch,
young’un.” Angus bellowed to Waco. “Com’on, Son, we gotta’
git chore’ present and your slave-uncle out of the trailer.
H’it’s git’n pretty hot in ‘nere.”
Angus walked to
the back of the trailer and knocked on the side as he walked by to let
his slave inside know he wanted to get the pony out he brought his
nephew for a present. Waco was excited. He never knew what
his Uncle Angus would spring on him next; however, he knew whatever his
uncle got him, it would be wonderful. Angus Goodnight didn’t do
things in a small way. He was a big man and everything he did was
big.
Waco wasn’t
prepared for what his Uncle Shane led down the ramp out of the big
trailer into the sunlight. It was a most beautiful, handsome
black Shire colt with a white patch between his eyes running from his
forehead to his muzzle, but his most outstanding feature was his four
white socks. His feathers were already starting to grow in around
his hooves.
Waco was beside
himself with joy. He wanted a Shire for as long as he had known
about horses. For him the Shire was the ultimate in perfection of
the species. It represented to Waco all that was good, strong and
noble about the beasts. He told his dad many times he thought
he’d like to breed and raise them as a 4H project as he grew older.
“Like him,
boy?” Agnus bellowed.
“No, Uncle
Angus,— I love him!” Waco exclaimed taking his cowboy hat off and
imitating his outrageous uncle by sending it as high in the sky as he
could toss it. Everyone was laughing at him and Angus.
“He’s the most beautiful colt I’ve ever laid my eyes on,— bar
none! He’s for me?”
“E’aup, he’s all
your’n, cowboy. Hope you enjoy him.”
“I will, Uncle
Angus. I can’t thank you enough.” Waco hugged Angus and
stole a kiss from him. Angus was laughing and enjoying himself.
“And, Uncle
Shane,— I’m so sorry. Forgive me, you sort of got lost in my
excitement. I don’t know how. You looked so perfect coming
down that ramp with ma’ pony. You look great. You’re
bigger than last time I saw you at Christmas.”
Waco went to his
other uncle, gave him a big hug and a kiss. Shane looked
carefully at his brother who nodded to him. Shane hugged and
kissed Waco back.
“It’s so good to
see you again, Master Waco. Daymn, you’ve really grown!
Look at ‘chu! Here’s your birthday present, Sir.” Shane
handed Waco the reins for the young pony.
Waco took a
good, long look at his new pony and gently touched his mind.
<< Welcome
to yore’ new home, young one. You are so handsome and strong
looking. You will be well taken care of and loved here. >>
<< Is my
mother here? >> he asked Waco. Waco smiled and turned to
his uncle who knew Waco’s abilities.
“He jes’ asked
me if’n his momma was here, Uncle Shane.”
“He’s only been
away from his mother about a week. Master Angus said the man he
bought him from said it was time for him to be weaned. His momma
is due to have another real soon. It’ll take him a while to
adjust. Until then, he’s gonna’ need a lot of love and
attention. To be honest, I think he’s jes’ a little young to be
weaned, but my opinions don’t matter much these days.” Shane
smiled mischievously and winked at Waco. Waco shared a
laugh.
<< Yore’
mother ain’t here, young one; however, I’ll try to find you a mare who
might be willing to take you on as her colt for a while. Will
that help? >>
<< I
guess. Will you take care of me and feed me? >>
<< I’ll do
more than that. I’ll love you like yore’ momma loved you,— like
you was my own. >>
<< Okay,
then, . . . I guess it’ud be all right if I stayed for a while.
You seem nice. >>
<< Thanks,
the other horses say I’s okay. I’ll drop your rein. Can you
follow me, and I’ll see you get some’um good to eat. >>
<< I can
do that. >> the pony answered meekly.
Waco dropped the
reins and Shane looked at him funny.
“See that big
furry critter what’s my new slave, Uncle Shane?”
“Daymn, he’s a
big mother. Is he what I think he is?”
“I think so,
Uncle Shane. Anyway, I have to talk to him the same way I
do ma’ponies. He can help me with him.”
“Lord, Master
Waco, I knew you’s a special boy, but where the hell did you find him?”
“He was at the
auction house. He called to me. They had him chained up in
a dark room and me and dad rescued him. I’s only had him a couple
of days, but dad said he’s already earned the price we paid for
him. He saved the sheriff’s boy’s life this morning shortly
before ya’ll arrived. Snatched him out of the claws of a
Thunderbird. He was a real hero. ‘At’s why he ain’t wear’n
no clothes. The sheriff’s wife said he didn’t have to no
more.” They shared another laugh.
“What ‘chu
gonna’ name yore’ pony, Son?” Angus wanted to know.
“He ain’t got no
name, Uncle Angus?”
“Nope, I wanted
you to name him.”
“I think I’ll
name him “Ranger” after someone I love very much.” Waco winked
mischievously at his big uncle and Angus knew who he was talking
about. Charlie and Ranger Gibbons were standing close by
watching. “That is,— with his permission, of course.” Waco
added.
“You know you
got my permission, ya’ little shit!” Ranger walked over to Waco
and admired the pony, threw his big arms around Waco and stole a
kiss. Everyone there went, “Awwww...”
Charlie was
thanking his brother for such a thoughtful and wonderful gift.
“Awww, hell, I
know’d the boy’s been talk’n ‘bout Shires for a couple of years
now. Besides, you know me, Charlie, I got me a good deal on
him. I jes’ thought it might be a good start for Waco.”
“It will be and
now he’s got all the help in the world to see his dream come true.”
Everyone watched
in awe as Waco walked away with his new pony following close
behind. Angus and Ranger just shook their heads and grinned
at each other. No one but Waco could get a new pony to
automatically follow them.
Angus snapped
his fingers at Shane and pointed to Charlie’s boots. Shane was on
his knees paying homage to his brother’s boots in an instant.
Shane found Charlie’s hand waiting for him. He kissed the back
and placed it to his forehead to await further instructions.
“Rise, good
slave, and show me your love.” was the proper response he was
waiting for from his brother. Shane was in Charlie’s arms in an
instant hugging and kissing his older brother.
“It’s good to
see you again, little brother. You’re look’n great. Waco’s
right, you do look bigger. So glad you got to come. Waco
was upset when he didn’t see you in one of the trucks. We love
you, Shane.” Charlie told him.
“Thank you for
inviting me, Master. It’s an honor and a privilege for me to be
here, Sir. You gotta’ know I love you and Waco, big
brother. I really appreciate being here, Master Charlie.”
“Hummph, not
very much from your actions, slave. I better not have to remind
you to pay homage to your other brother’s boots or you’ll spend the
rest of the afternoon in the horse trailer. Do I make myself
clear, slave?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Angus. Yore’ right, Sir. It was wrong of me.
Master Charlie deserves my best manners, Sir. I’s so excited I
jes’ wasn’t think’n and forgot my place. I’m sorry, Sir.
H’it won’t happen again. I promise, Master Angus, I’ll
remember.” Shane offered with sincerity. There was no hint
of anger in his voice; just resigned determination to do better.
“Good! See
that you do! Now, pay homage to the rest of these free men
gathered here.”
Shane moved next
to Ranger Gibbons and went through the ritual with him and a couple of
other ranchers in the area. As if like clockwork, Waco’s other
two uncles arrived. They walked up and joined the men. The
next oldest after Charlie was Jessie and after him was Dermont.
Jessie had his family with him but Dermont just brought his two
boys. He and his wife were currently separated, but according to
him, they were working on getting back together. Shane was quick
to pay homage first to Jessie’s boots and then Dermont’s. They
went though the ritual with him. They were loving and gracious to
their little brother. They expressed how good it was to see him
again, and they agreed he was looking well. They both told him
they loved him.
Rabbit was
observing all this and it did something to his perspective to learn one
of Waco’s uncles was also a slave. He couldn’t believe the way
he, himself, was being treated by Waco and his dad. It was like
the difference between night and day. If he chose to, he could
just disappear and head out to the road to try to escape,— maybe to the
reservation where his granddad was living. He couldn’t return to
his home because his drunken, alcoholic dad had him enslaved for a
minimal amount of money so he could buy more booze.
He didn’t think
he would be running away today. He was too interested in what was
going on. He hadn’t eaten so well in months, and he was included
in all the games and activities at the party. Waco, Travis and
even the giant seemed to be interested in him and encouraged him to do
his best at the games. If he messed up, he wasn’t
chastised. He thought he’d give the place a try; after all, he
didn’t think he’d ever get tired of looking at Master Goodnight.
Rabbit knew he
was in love with Jake, but he couldn’t drink in enough of Charlie
Goodnight. The big cowboy made his dick stay hard all
afternoon. They were all so good to him and he noticed they were
good to their slaves. Even Waco’s big Uncle Angus, who owned
his own brother for a slave, sat down and talked with him.
Underneath his gruff exterior Rabbit could sense a man who was
genuinely concerned about him.
“Do you think
you might be happy here, young man?” Angus asked him.
“I don’t know,
Sir. Master Waco and Master Goodnight have been really good to
me. Everyone has been good to me. I weren’t never allowed
to talk to no body like I’m talk’n with you, Sir. When I weren’t
giving Jake a blow job or he weren’t fuck’n me, I was kept in an six by
four foot cage. Do you use your brother like a slave, Sir?”
“Can you keep a
secret?”
“Yes, Sir!
I give you my word, Master Goodnight.”
“Of course I
do. He’s my slave first and then my brother. I didn’t make
him that way,— he done it himself, but I love him so much I couldn’t
see my baby brother being the slave to some man what wouldn’t love and
appreciate him. I bought him ‘cause I figured if’n he had to be a
slave he might as well be mine.”
“That makes a
lot of sense, Master Angus. Are you good to him, Sir?”
“I try to be,
but I’m good to him as his Master and not as his brother. I would
never knowingly hurt any slave. I just wasn’t raised that
way. Likewise, I try to be gentle with my slave-brother within
reason, but as you probably know, male sex can get purdy damn intense
sometimes. Usually when that happens, I judge how much to give
him by how much he’s begging me for. I always give him just a
little more’n he asks for. That way he’s always reminded I’m in
control and not him.”
“That sounds
reasonable to me, Sir. I wouldn’t mind ride’n yore’ pony for ya,’
Master Angus. I’ll bet h’it’s a big’un.” Rabbit grinned and
blushed bright red.
“Why, thank you,
young man.” Angus was shocked but pleased by the boy’s candor,
“‘At’s just about the nicest thing a slave’s said to me in a
while. Maybe when you’s a little older and a little bigger you
kin talk with yore’ master, and he’ll loan you out to me for a
while. I think I might jes’ be able to scratch yore’ itch for
ya.’” Angus put his arm around Rabbit’s shoulder and pulled
him close as they shared a laugh.
“If’n you’s a
mind to runaway, I advise you to do it the first week you’s here,
Son.” Angus counseled the young slave.
“Why’s that,
Master Angus?”
“‘Cause, after
one week you ain’t gonna’ be able to leave.”
“You mean
they’re gonna’ keep me locked in a cage like the Tennents done?”
“No, no,—
‘course not! My brother or Waco ain’t like them folks.
They’d never do that kind a’ thing. It’s jes’ after one week,
you’ll feel so at home here, you ain’t gonna’ wanna’ leave. Why
don’t you give the place a chance, young’un? I’ll bet the next
time I see you and ask if you still wanna’ runaway you’ll probably tell
me you’d never consider it. Besides, you need to eat more and
fill out. You’ll get fed good here and Waco and his dad will take
a personal interest in you. You can’t go wrong throw’n yore’ lot
in with them men, Son. Even though they’s my kin, they’s the
best.”
“Thanks, Master
Goodnight,— I appreciate you talk’n with me, Sir.”
“You’re welcome,
Rabbit. I think all you need is a chance, Son. Give
yore’self that chance by making yore’self to home here. I’d like
to take you up on yore’ generous offer,— say in four years.
You’ll be sixteen then,— jes’ ripe for pick’n.” Angus roared with
jolly laughter and got Rabbit laughing with him.
“My rear will
grow shut by that time, Master Angus.” Rabbit groaned and winked
at him.
“Are you
kidding? Around this place? I seriously doubt
it. I seen the way that big giant keeps look’n at chore’ little
butt, and I’d say he could scratch yore’ deepest itch.” they
laughed, “Waco’s taken a shine to you, too. I’ll tell you one
thing about my nephew, he won’t force you into nothing. If’n you
don’t wanna’ give it up to him, he won’t never bother you, but once you
do, he’ll be sniff’n ‘round yore’ backdoor like an old hound dog in
heat.” the men shared another round of laughs.
* * * * * * *
The rest of the
day was magic. The boys played games and everyone
participated. Waco made sure Rabbit was included in
everything. There was enough food for an army of people and
everyone got fed the same thing. It was the way Waco wanted
it. There was to be no division between slave and freemen at his
birthday party. None of the guest had any problems with it.
The day
progressed swiftly. Everyone seemed to be having a good
time. Waco played games and opened presents. The
invitations stated no gift necessary, but most folks brought something
anyway. Charlie was proud his boy was that well thought of in
their community. Waco got a wide variety of gifts. He stood
and thanked everyone for their graciousness and thanked them for coming
to his party.
His school mates
were thrilled for him he got three new personal slaves. They were
happy Waco’s buddy Travis was now his slave, but most of them were
equally wowed by his other two slaves, especially his giant. As
the afternoon went on all of them had to come up to Ox and stroke his
fur or wanted to talk with him. Waco or Rabbit had to translate
for them.
* * * * * * *
Later in the
afternoon, when the crowd began to thin and Waco’s posse was elsewhere
occupied, he and his dad sat down at a small umbrella table with Shane
and began to talk. Shane was wearing one of Angus’ old
hand-me-down Western shirts. The sleeves were cut out at the
shoulders because Shane had grown so massive he couldn’t get his arms
through them.
Angus was always
the largest of the five Goodnight boys. Charlie was next;
however, Jessie and Dermont looked like bookends they were so much
alike and a bit smaller than their two older brothers. Shane was
now bigger than his oldest brother. He stood six/four and
outweighed him by a good thirty pounds of solid muscle. There
wasn’t an ounce of fat on Shane’s body. Most all his clothes were
hand-me-downs from Angus, but he got a new pair of boots every year on
his birthday.
Bill Birdsall,
Angus’ ranch foreman, was an ex-marine drill Sargent and body building
fanatic. When he wasn’t in the saddle or doing work around the
ranch he was in the make-shift workout center in the old barn near the
slave quarter. All of Angus’ slaves were buffed to the max but
Shane was Bill’s protege. Shane was the biggest of all, bigger
even than Bill himself. After five years of constant pushing,
Bill had sculpted himself his own personal God.
Since he was the
only other man on the ranch who had permission to use Shane, he made
him what he wanted in a subordinate partner. To say Shane was
stunning was to say Lucifer was a bright angel. On top of that,
Shane inherited the best of both his parent’s looks and was exceedingly
handsome. He stopped men and women, who never saw him before,
dead in their tracks. His good looks and massive size didn’t go
unnoticed by his brothers either.
Angus looked
upon Shane as a prize slave, like a rancher might look upon a prize
bull or heifer. He had to. He had no choice. While
Angus was secretly proud of his baby brother, he would never let him
know it. He had a role to perform and, by God, he loved his baby
brother enough he was going to do it for his sake. Angus had to
be Shane’s Master at all times and would never let his guard down for a
minute. He made that decision when he bought Shane for his slave
and he would maintain it until the day his baby brother walked the
Earth as a free man.
Jessie and
Dermont approached him separately to ask if they might use their baby
brother for a weekend or a couple of days for some project they needed
to get done. Angus was no fool. He knew exactly why his
brothers wanted to use their little brother. Angus was having
none of it. While he never said ‘no’ to his brothers, he
always accompanied his slave to make sure his brother’s ‘use’ was for
‘the project’ they had in mind. Then he would sleep with Shane to
make sure no one ordered him to do anything but work. After a
couple of times, they never asked anymore. They came to realize
it was Angus’ subtle way of telling them he wouldn’t allow them to take
advantage and fuck their baby brother. Angus made sure he
quickly paid his two younger brothers back the money they lent him to
purchase Shane as his slave.
Charlie never
asked him. Angus never expected he would. Charlie was the
only brother Angus could count on for anything. He never
hesitated to pick up the phone if he had a problem, because he knew
Charlie would have an answer or be by his side as quickly as
possible. Charlie was the only brother whom Angus knew he could
leave Shane with, and he wouldn’t be sexually molested. When
Angus mentioned paying Charlie back the money he loaned him to purchase
Shane, which was over twice the combined amount Jessie and Dermont
chipped in, he told Angus he didn’t understand it was a loan.
Charlie told him
it was for his baby brother he ‘gave’ Angus the money. He had no
intention of lending it to him. Charlie wasn’t indignant, but he
was firm in his resolve his big brother shouldn’t have to be in this
alone. Charlie continued to give Angus money every year to help
with Shane’s care and upkeep. Angus never spent it. He
opened a savings account under his and Charlie’s names for the money to
be given to Shane when he became a free man again. Angus never
told Charlie, but when he bought Shane he had Charlie’s name put on the
ownership papers as co-owner, in case anything was to happen to Angus
there would be no dispute over who got Shane.
“How are you,
little brother?” Charlie asked Shane.
“I’s fine,
Master Charlie. Thanks for asking.”
“You don’t have
to call Waco and me ‘master’ when we’re here by ourselves, Shane.”
“Mean’n no
disrespect, Sir, I have no choice. I learned the hard way not to
lie to my Master, and he always asks me if’n I show’d proper respect to
all free men I talk with at a gather’n like this. I won’t lie to
him, Master Charlie, no matter the cost. If’n Master Angus found
out I weren’t showing you and Master Waco the proper respect as free
men he’d have his old mule-skinner slave skin me alive and my sorry
hide nailed to the barn door.” Shane grinned at his over
exaggeration.
“What if I
ordered you to call me ‘brother’ and Waco ‘nephew.’?”
“It’ud be fine,
Master Charlie, but to be on the safe side, you’d have to git his
permission first.”
“Well, never
mind then. I guess we can git used to it.”
“You’re look’n
great, Uncle Shane. You gained some more weight?” Waco
asked him. Shane sort of blushed.
“Yes, Sir,
Master Waco. I done gained another fifteen pounds. I wanted
to look good for yore’ party, Sir.”
“Well, you
certainly do. Are you happy, Shane?” Asked Charlie quietly.
“Yes, Sir,
Master Charlie, as happy as a slave can be, I suppose. I don’t
much think about it. I do what I have to do to keep ever’body
happy with me, and I’m content doing that. Master Angus and
Master Birdsall don’t work me too hard. I git’s good food and
proper
rest.”
“I wouldn’t call
slave chow ‘good food.’” smiled Charlie.
“It is when
you’re hungry, Sir, but ‘at ain’t all I eat. We get Sunday dinner
which is always good, and we git leftovers Sunday evening. I love
cold fried chicken. Once in a while, Master Birdsall will bring
me back a plate for a treat if’n I’ve been really good. I have a
bunk in the slave quarters, but I mostly stay with him ever’
night. Then, if’n us slaves is good we git to come to gatherings
like this, have good food and a good time. Thank you and Master
Waco for invite’n us. It means a lot for us to git away for a day
and relax.”
“Well, of course
we’d invite you, Shane; however, we know it’s up to Angus’ discretion
whether he wants to allow you to come.”
“Yes, Sir, and
he knows how much I love and think about you and Master Waco.
After five years of being Master Angus’ slave, I’ve come to realize
just how good he is to me. I never really appreciated him when I
was a free man. I jes’ took him for granted and never took him or
his family into consideration when I messed up. I knew if I
didn’t mess up and Master Birdsall was pleased with my work, Master
Angus would allow me to come to Master Waco’s birthday party.
This one was special for me, because I got to see you on the day you
become a young man, Master Waco. I got me a gift for ya,’ too,
but I didn’t have nothing to wrap it with.”
“You being here
is all the gift I need, Uncle Shane, and I think Uncle Angus knows
it. When I didn’t see you in one of them trucks my heart ran down
into my boots. It was my first question to him, ‘Did he bring
Uncle Shane.’”
Shane’s eyes got
watery.
“Thanks, Master
Waco. That was a wonderful thing to say. ‘At was a great
gift to gimme’ on your birthday. I was extra special good jes’
so’s I’d git to come.” Shane excused himself, got out of
his seat and ran to the back of Angus’ horse trailer and fetched a
small box. He ran back over and set it on the table in front of
Waco as he sat back down in his chair. Waco looked into Shane’s
wide eyes and saw the most love, and the greatest anticipation for Waco
to open his gift. “Go ahead on, Master Waco. It’s okay for
me to give it to you. I cleared it with Master Angus before we
come.”
Waco smiled at
Shane and carefully opened the box. Inside there was something
wrapped in white tissue paper. Waco pulled it from the box and
slowly unwrapped his present. He was stunned at what he
saw. Charlie was equally stunned. His mouth dropped open.
“Well, I’ll be
damned!” spoke Charlie softly in awe.
It was a small,
wooden, hand carved, exact replica of Waco’s new pony. It was
perfection down to the colors and the eyes were two highly polished
small stones of some kind that gave it an uncanny look of
realism. It was obviously a labor of purest love. A great
deal of time, thought, effort, and work went into the creation of the
small six by nine inch wooden sculpture.
Waco was so
overcome he broke into tears. He was moved so deeply he couldn’t
speak for a moment. It was like his vocal cords vapor locked.
“Don’cha’ like
it, Master Waco?” Shane asked in dismay.
“No, Uncle
Shane,— like I told yore’ Master when he asked if I liked the pony,— my
feelings for your gift go way past ‘like.’ I love it, Uncle
Shane, as much as I love my new pony. It’s a wonderful gift, and
I will treasure it always.”
“That’s the most
incredible thing I’ve ever seen, Shane. Why, it’s a work of art.”
Charlie said as he took it from Waco to examine carefully.
“I carved it out
of a two by six and my niece, Mistress Tammy Fay, gimme’ them
black onyx stones. They was her first pierced earrings when she’s
a little girl. She thought they’d make perfect eyes fer’ ‘em.”
“The whole
piece is perfection, Uncle Shane. I’m sorry I couldn’t speak for
a moment. I was so shocked by its beauty and how much it looks
like my new pony.”
Waco got up and
walked slowly around the table and asked Shane to stand. He
planted a kiss on his uncle that got a few folks at the party grinning
and punching each other. Angus and Bill Birdsall figured Shane
had just given Waco his gift. Angus knew Waco well enough to know
the kid would be knocked out by Shane’s gift. As they kissed,
Waco could feel his uncle’s dick growing in his tight Wrangles and his
rubbed his already hard cock against Shane’s. They broke it off
and Shane was blushing bright red.
“That’s for one
of the nicest, most thoughtful gifts I got all day, Uncle Shane.
It’s, also, because I love you so damn much.”
“Thanks, Master
Waco. I love you a lot, too, and I’m so proud of you.”
They sat back
down and talked some more. Waco sat the wooden pony in the middle
of the table for anyone to walk by and comment on. Everyone
wanted to see it, and Shane beamed with pride when anyone praised
him. It truly was a work of art.
* * * * * * *
The guest
started leaving and it was hard for Rabbit to say goodbye to
Jake. Being as young as he was, Rabbit wasn’t mature enough to
understand the difference in just having sex with someone and
love. He’d formed a major crush on the slave dealer’s oldest boy,
and didn’t want to let go. Jake told him he loved him like a
little brother, but he was going away to college in the fall. He
couldn’t take Rabbit with him, and he thought he’d have a better home
with Waco and Mr. Goodnight. He promised to come back to visit
him before the end of the summer if it was all right with Waco.
Waco assured Jake it would be all right with him.
* * * * * * *
As the Tennent’s
said their goodbyes and were driving out of the property, Angus walk to
the side of Rabbit, put his big arm around him and pulled him
close. He saw the big tears running down the boy’s face, and the
big cowboy realized they were deep felt. Angus knew Rabbit wasn’t
just a kid crying because he couldn’t have what he wanted. It was
because he was hurting inside.
“Don’t ‘chu
worry none, little one.” Angus whispered to him as he stole a kiss from
the boy, “Jes’ remember what we talked about.”
Rabbit looked up
at the big cowboy and smiled through his tears.
“Thanks, Master
Angus,— I promise, I will.” he was quiet for a moment then looked
up at Angus with a twinkle in his eye, “Four years? Dayamn!
You shore,’ Master Angus?”
Angus grinned at
him real big.
“Okay, let’s say
it’ll depend on how fast you grow. You stay here, git chore’self
some good chow, exercise and grow, I might be talked into shave’n a
little off’n that.”
“I’ll do it,
Master Angus. You’ll be worth wait’n for, Sir,— I jes’ know
it.”
That was enough
for Angus. He grabbed up Rabbit in his arms, hugged and bussed a
kiss behind his ear.
“You better, you
little shit! You don’t want this old man track’n you down to make
you keep yore’ promise,— and I’d damn well do it, too!” Angus had
Rabbit laughing and squealing. Even though his heart was
breaking, the boy couldn’t remember when he had a better day.
Most of the town
folks left and the party was down to mostly family and close neighbors
like Ranger and the crew from his ranch. They were all sitting
around the picnic tables enjoying more ice cream and cake, when out of
the South came an enormous disk shaped object of a pure metallic
substance that was so highly polished it reflected everything. It
was like a floating mirror in the sky. More than a couple of
mouths dropped open; however, Waco noticed Ox just got a funny smile on
his face.
The ship slowly
continued through the sky until it came to a complete stop over the
Goodnight ranch. It was humongous. It was the size of six
aircraft carriers lined up side by side.
“Hoe-lee
shee-it!” Ranger exclaimed. “Would ju’ look at the size of
that damn thing! What the hell is it?”
“I’ll tell ya’
one thing it ain’t, Ranger.” said Angus to him with a slow Texas
drawl.
“What’s ‘zat,
pod’na?”
“Swamp
gas.” Replied Angus. Everyone laughed nervously. “We
got us a gin-u-wine UFO, right here in the badlands of Texas, hover’n
over my brother’s ranch. Never thought I’d see the day I seen me
one a’ them things. I always thought folks was make’n them
stories up.”
Waco heard
something in his head. Someone was trying to touch him, Rabbit,
or Ox. Waco looked first at Rabbit who automatically reached for
his hand to strengthen their power.
<< Yeah,
you’re reading three. They’s two young’uns who are friends of
mine, and they both be strong senders and receivers. >>
<< ‘Zat
‘chu, old buddy? >> Waco and Rabbit heard in a distinctly
Texas drawl.
<< It’s
me. I been expecting you, but not for a while. >>
<< I know,
but things was git’n tight where we was. Ping and Pong was git’n
antsy to git out a’ there,— so here we are,— on yore’ front doorstep,
pod’na.’ Like ma’ new rig, good buddy? >> The voice sounded
like a trucker talking over his CB receiver to another trucker.
<< It's
shore’ ‘nuff big. Ain’t as purdy as that stacked out Jimmy with
them white sidewalls you damn near killed us in. >> Waco and
Rabbit heard much laughter. << Where you gonna’ park it, brother?
>> Ox asked.
<<
Younder,— North of here a little ways, in them blue mountains.
They’s solid granite. I doubt anyone will find it inside
there. See you in a bit, good buddy. >>
And in the blink
of an eye it was gone, only to be followed a few minutes later with an
loud noise and a tremor of the ground like an Earthquake.
<< Lummy,
what’s going on? >> Asked Waco.
<< An old
friend of mine, Master Waco. Known him for years. Saved my
hide more times than I’d like to think about, but I saved his a few
time, too. We got some history behind us, Sir. Him and his
two sidekicks might need a place to stay for a while. He’s a good
cowboy and there ain’t nothing he don’t know about or can’t do. >>
<< Should
I tell ma’dad and the others? >>
<< Naw,
he’s on his own. I wanna’ see how he talks yore’ dad into let’n
him stay. >> Waco and Rabbit smiled at each other.
They could hear Ox’s booming laughter.
Rabbit was still
holding Waco’s hand. He gently leaned over and kissed it. Waco
looked into the boy’s eyes and pulled him into a hug. Rabbit
started sobbing.
“H’it’s all
right, little brother. I know it hurts to let go of someone you
love.”
“It ain’t that,
Master Waco. I’s jes’ so happy to be here and out of that damn
cage. I promise I won’t runaway.” Rabbit told him.
“Glad to hear
it, little brother. I need someone who can hear them ponies and
Ox. Now we know we can hear spacemen, too. You better stick
close to me. I got a feel’n we’s gonna’ need each other.”
An hour or so
passed and there was much talk and speculation about what they
saw. The men were convinced it was a new government, super-secret
aircraft. Little did they know it had just made a trip from two
galaxies and one dimension removed from theirs.
Charlie
Goodnight was the first to see him as he walked over the hill from the
North. He looked like an old time cowboy from the eighteen
hundreds compete with hat, buckaroo boots, an old time handlebar
mustache, a bandana around his neck and carrying his saddle over his
shoulder like any seasoned ranch hand. All the men stood in alarm
to see a stranger walking toward them; however, just the way the man
walked and swaggered like an authentic cowboy put them at ease.
He was obviously one of them; to say nothing of the fact he was one
handsome son of a buck!
He stood about
six/four in heels, and while he was wearing a handsome, starched and
ironed Western shirt with a black leather vest, you could tell he was
an exceptionally well built cowboy. He was broad at the shoulders
and narrow at the hips. He had a handsome, square face with a
slightly pronounce chin which had a deep dimple. He reeked of
masculinity from fifty paces. A couple of the women folk wet
their panties and Waco could see wet spots at all his male relative’s
crotches. Ranger had the biggest. He knew what he
was about and walked right up to Charlie Goodnight and stuck out his
hand. Charlie took it and shook the man’s hand.
“Evenin,’ Mr.
Goodnight. Sorry to interrupt yore’ fine party for yore’ son, but
I had to put down my horse in them blue mountains North a’ here.
I walked from there. Name’s Long, Mr. Goodnight,--- Lazurus Long.”
End of Chapter 4
~ Waco’s Lummox
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