Sam and his
suitor Commander Hawkins were great fans of the Visallian warriors and
spent a good deal of time in their company. They exchanged many
workout tips and exercises to hone their bodies to perfection.
They spent many pleasant afternoons working out in the warrior’s
excellent gym with their warrior buddies. The Commander and Sam
had learned the basics of the Tao’mak, the warrior’s sacred exercises
and had been accepted as apprentice warriors by Travis’ mate Sergeant
Major Doggoral. Along with
several cowboys, they were invited to take their evening meal with the
warriors. While the warriors were not carnivores, they raised the
standard of vegetarian cuisine to an art form. No one ever walked
away hungry from a meal with the Visallian warriors, and each dish was
more delicious and nourishing than the next. The warriors ate
very well. Sam and Del developed a taste for their food and were
thrilled to get an invite to join them. They couldn’t get enough
of Visallian cuisine.
Before they were
to go in for supper, one of their close warrior friends in the sickbay
on the Banshee was doing a rush job to analyze Basil Troubadour’s
blood. He didn’t know exactly what they were looking for but
arranged with Cable to have access to medical files on the
Bandersnatch. At the request of Commander Hawkins, who was
curious about the rush to test the man’s blood who was becoming close
to his officer, their friend, the head warrior-technician Rollon
Southwicky-Gabberdean was explaining the differences between human and
Visallian DNA to Del and Sam. He placed two
blood workups on the holo-vid screen so he could point out the
important markers and the major differences. One blood chart was
Sam Stamper’s and the other was Rollon’s, the technician who was
explaining the difference. When he was through, Rollon thought
he’d show Sam the similarities between Sam’s chart and those of his
brother’s DNA. He put up on the screen the charts for Sam’s five
brothers for comparison. Along with Sam’s chart, there were six
charts on the vid-screen. Sam was stunned for a minute. He
thought there must be some mistake.
“Uh, excuse me,
Rollon, but I don’t have five brothers. I only have four brothers
other than myself. There’s only five of us total. We had a
younger brother, Caleb, but he’s dead.”
“Well, let me
see.” said Rollon. “Humm, this one shows a younger brother’s DNA, but
there’s no name on the chart, just the initials C. S., but as you
can clearly see from the markers, while it’s a little different, it’s
definitely the chart for one of your brothers. Let me check the
file. Ah, yes, here it is. There’s a series of photos that
accompany the blood work-up.” Rollon pressed a key on the ship’s
computer keyboard and about a dozen horrible pictures of a massively
beaten and deformed young boy came onto the screen in lifelike three
dimensional vivid color. It was so clear and lifelike, it looked
like you could reach out and touch the boy. The pictures were
obviously a photo study shot from every angle. The young boy on
the screen looked like little more than a blob of flesh, broken, bloody
and mangled. One couldn’t be sure from the pictures if he was
alive or dead. In horror, Sam
recognized the photos immediately as his youngest brother Caleb.
Sam let out a gasp, a groan like he had suddenly been
disemboweled. All the horror, guilt and grief Sam felt for his
little brother he managed to put behind him was suddenly dredge up to
confront him on the vid-screen like a ghost from the past. It was
like someone ripped a scab from off his soul and left a festering wen
of a void he could neither properly fill again nor heal. As the
realization swept over him, Sam turned ashen white and was visibly
shaken. His partner was watching him closely.
“Is that your
little brother who’s dead, Son?” Hawkins asked as he saw Sam was
Why would they have pictures of him in their files?” Sam managed to get
exclaimed Rollon, “There’s more. There are other pictures of him
in the file.” He struck another key and up popped a series of
thirty-five or forty progressive picture files showing dates, results
and recovery from operation after operation until the final picture; a
shot of a younger, handsome, and happy, Lucas Long, with no deformities
and smiling with a perfect set of teeth.
God! No! That just can’t be!” wailed Sam. “Are you sure
those pictures are of the same man?” he demanded.
doubt.” Rollon confirmed, “The DNA work up is the same for
both. It’s the same boy. Damn, he sure looked bad. No
wonder folks thought he was dead, but you humans are way ahead of us in
the art of reconstructive and augmentative surgery. There are
rumors about how excellent Admiral Long, Captain Jones and their
medical staff on the Bandersnatch are. Cable, himself, who was
trained by Admiral Long, is reported to be one of the finest
microsurgeons in a dozen galaxies. Even the Daleks don’t have
anyone to compare with his skills. After seeing these pictures, I
believe those rumors. What they accomplished with this boy is
short of a miracle. So according to these files, Lucas Long was
your brother Caleb.”
All of a sudden
the vid-screen went blank and a message came on the screen flashing in
big red letters: Unauthorized Access To Sensitive Material! For
access see Cable or Admiral Long, but it was too late. The horse
was out of the barn. Sam collapsed into Commander Hawkins’ arms
weeping quietly. He was little more than a vegetable for a
while. Sam recovered somewhat, but thought about how all this was
affecting his mate and his Visallian warrior friend. Rollon felt
terrible and apologized profusely for his unintentional faux pas.
Sam assured him he couldn’t have known and knew Rollon wouldn’t have
gone into restricted files without permission. Sam was more
concerned about Rollon being reprimanded by his superiors for mucking
about in the Bandersnatch’s medical files. Del Hawkins, an
old hand at political correctness, pointed out there might be
consequences, but the best course of action was to go directly to
Captain Vinceeth, and Admiral Long, tell them what they found, explain
the innocence of their actions and seek their forgiveness. Del
promised Rollon, he and Sam would stand up for him and insist there was
no malice intended. It was an accidental discovery. Sam
managed to pull himself together for his partner’s sake and did his
best to enjoy the evening. He was a little more reserved than
usual, but Hawkins had big shoulders and didn’t push the young
man. He just let him know he was there if he needed him.
Rollon quietly asked Sam a few questions over supper.
understand, Sam. If Caleb Stamper was your brother, and he’s been
given a new identity as Lucas Long, son and slave of the Admiral, why
wouldn’t they tell you and your brothers?”
“The answer to
your question is almost too horrible, embarrassing and painful for me
to talk about, Rollon. Not even my mate sitting here next to me
knows the full story. It’s time he knows. He deserves my
honesty in all things, and I know without asking, you will be
discrete.” Rollon assured Sam his secret was safe with him.
Sam continued, “Caleb was our youngest brother. He was born with
a cleft palate and due to a couple of accidents, he had a bad eye and
several other physical deformities. Our mother died shortly after
giving birth to him, so consequently our dad blamed him for her
death. Caleb was ignored and neglected by our father and treated
like a slave by us boys. His deformities could’ve been corrected,
but dad refused to spend the money. Our father was a wicked,
narrow minded, bigoted little man who saw his refusal to take care of
our little brother as punishment for killing his wife. Caleb was
a constant reminder to him of our mother’s death and us boys picked up
from our dad an irrational hatred for our little brother. We
didn’t know no better and accepted our old man’s insane idea Caleb
killed our mother.
Caleb never had
a chance in life. He was kept in a small cage like an animal and
was never allowed to go to school. We were busy with our lives
and spent as little time as possible with him. None of us showed
him much attention or compassion. We were better to the animals
on our farm than we were to him. He was just an extra burden we
had to take care of, but most of the time we didn’t. After my
older brothers reached puberty, they raped him and made him
fellate them. He was only five or six. They were rough with
him and hurt him pretty bad sometimes. I was just as guilty,
because when I reached puberty, I took advantage of him, too. I
never raped him, but he begged me to let him fellate me and I
did. My dad caught him sucking off my second oldest brother Phil
and became enraged. He beat Caleb severely and called him a
deviate spawn of the Devil.
(Since Visallians are bisexual it was difficult for them to understand
why anyone would object to male/male sex. It was barbaric beyond
their comprehension.) After he almost beat Caleb to death, dad
called the sheriff to come arrest our little brother for being a homo
and hold him in a cell until he could make arrangements with the slave
trader to sell him. Sheriff Lassiter and his men came and got
him. Our dad tried to sell him as a slave, but Caleb was so
messed up no one would buy him. Aside from his deformities, dad
broke his clavicle, his right arm and his left leg, so the slave trader
sold him for ten bucks a pound to a pet food rendering plant to be
ground up for dog food. At least, that’s what our dad was told,
and that’s what he told us. Shortly thereafter, a week before my
oldest brother’s eighteenth birthday, our dad sold all of us into
slavery, and we were bought by Admiral Long.
It all makes
sense now. Admiral Long made our little brother his son, and I
guess he thought it was only fitting he should buy the rest of his
son’s family. Once we got over the shock of becoming slaves, us
boys have always been grateful for becoming Admiral Long’s
livestock. It was the best thing what could’ve happened to
us. We’ve had better lives being his slaves and working for
Master Hoot, Cotton and Boss Tindell than we ever had with our
dad. We were little more than a pack of wild dogs trying to
survive as best we could without any adult leadership or
sure got that when we became slaves. It’s kept us out of trouble
and brought us together as a family. We weren’t a family before
we became slaves. We’ve grown and developed to where I know I can
count on my brothers to be there for me, and I’m there for them if they
need me. I love my brothers, and I know they love me. I
couldn’t say that about them before we became Admiral Long’s
slaves. I couldn’t have an open and honest relationship with
someone like Commander Hawkins if it weren’t for Admiral Long and my
After what Lucas
went through, my little brother deserves to be number one in our
Master’s eyes. We’ve all seen how devoted Lucas is to his dad and
how hard he works to take care of him. None of us boys ever
doubted their love for each other. The love that passes between
them is palpable. We never doubted Lucas was Master Long’s
natural son. He looks just like him down to his private parts,
but we never fully understood why Master Long made his son a
slave. We came to accept it was for Lucas’ best interest.
Now it becomes more clear. I’ve never known the Admiral to give
him more than us or put him above us. Lucas has worked for
everything he got. Lucas has never acted like he was better than
us, if anything, he’s gone out of his way to include us in everything,
and he insists he’s no more than a slave just like us.
Now I can
understand a lot to things I used to only wonder about, like Lucas’
close bond with, Master Waco, Master JR, Little Bear, Travis, Gavin,
Jerry, Bronc and T’gan. They are brothers in the truest
sense. They share a common history. I can understand why
the Admiral wanted Lucas to have a new identity to protect him from us
and allow him to heal. The Admiral leveled the playing field and
gave Lucas a chance for a fresh start. He’s been a good and
loving brother to us. I know he thinks on us as his cowboy slave
brothers, but he’s kept his secret all this time. I know in my
heart he don’t hold no grudges, but he’s also kept just enough distance
between us, none of us can claim we really know him very well.
He’s much closer to his cowboy brothers. I probably know him
better than the rest of my brothers. We’ve shared a few personal
things, but not many. I doubt I would’ve ever known. I
don’t think he would’ve told us. I think, to him, Master Lazarus,
and his cowboy brothers, Caleb Stamper died the night the Admiral and
Master Charlie brought him home to the Bandersnatch and remade
him. Like the phoenix bird, Lucas Long was reborn out of Caleb’s
My old man will
never know. Somehow, it seems fitting, that’s the way it should
be. He should go to his grave thinking his youngest son was sold
and processed for dog food. I remember what pissed him off enough
to sell us into slavery. Somebody had a case of dog food
delivered to him and there was a note on it that said it was his
boy. He accused us of sending it, but it weren’t us boys what
done it. Hell, we barely had enough money to buy food for
ourselves let alone a case of dog food. Now I think back on it,
whoever done it was pretty smart. They knew how he would
react. Fuck my old man, the old bastard deserved it. He’ll
never learn about Lucas’ secret from me.”
* * * * * *
After a fine
supper in the Lodge dinning hall, the men slowly walked to the
space-port landing site to the Banshee with Waco and Captain
Vinceeth. With them were the Admiral, Captain Jones, Charlie
Goodnight, Chief Tin Penny, Jesse Watkins, Utah, Brett Jones, and Basil
Troubadour. The men were a little surprised but pleased to find
Cable, David and Jonathan waiting for them. Also present were
Commander Hawkins and Sam Stamper.
“We took the
liberty of coming through the gate, father.” Cable spoke to
Lazarus, “When we saw the results of Basil’s blood work we
thought there might have been a mistake, and the tests would have to be
run again. I offer my humblest apologies to the medical team on
board the Banshee, the test were performed with utmost care and
professional skill and were not incorrect. Rollon, if you would
be so kind as to put up Officer Jones and Basil’s charts.” Cable
requested of the lead technician. Rollon complied, then spoke,
“Would you like
to explain what we discovered, Cable?” Rollon asked.
“Thanks, I’d be
happy to. If you notice we’ve circled certain genetic markers on
both charts. We’ve used a different color for each matching pair
of alleles or markers. Rollon and his team discovered Officer
Jones and Basil Troubadour came from the same state. They have
almost a complete majority of matching genetic alleles in their DNA
make up.” Cable turned to speak directly to Brett and Basil, “The
nearest we can tell, gentlemen, is your grandfathers’ were brothers and
you share the same, paternal great-grandfather. See this
particular allele here?” Cable used a green laser pointer to show the
alleles circled in red on each chart. “This is the abnormal gene
that gives Brett Jones his unique abilities. Your great
grandfather was probably the first or second to carry this abnormal
gene. Most times an abnormal gene will skip a generation. (i.e.
the bad seed paradox) If your grandfathers had the gene but
didn’t live to an age when it matured enough to be turned on, they
never would’ve known about it, but they would be able to pass the
dormant gene onto your fathers.
Since Brett and
Basil are of the same generation, Basil carries the same abnormal gene,
but it probably wouldn’t have been turned on until he’s about
Brett’s age, perhaps another ten years. There may be some
qualifications for that observation. We think there’s a good
probability it may be sooner in Basil’s case with his exposure to
Officer Jones. As a matter of fact, we see signs he may already
have started to change. The Evanescent young adults realized this
afternoon how close his genetic makeup is with Officer Jones, so did
the second Langer family after Basil unwittingly managed to jump-start
the young Langer male onto his road to recovery. He began to heal
as Basil was playing with him. Brett’s milk was only icing on the
cake to give him strength.”
“Then that would
make Basil my...?” Brett mused.
Jesse finished, “And in cowboy lingo, h’it don’t take no rocket
scientist to figure out his original last name.”
“I never knew I
had any cousins.” said Brett.
“Neither did I.”
“You mean you’re
a ‘Jones’ like me, Basil?” Brett asked him.
“I was, Brett,
but I swore to myself I would never be known by that name again after
my family turned their backs on me. They didn’t want me, and I
made up my mind I didn’t want them either. I still don’t want
them in my life, Brett.”
“Can’t say’s I
blame you none. Other than my officer brothers, I ain’t got me no
family neither.” Brett paused for a moment then added, “But, I
want you, Basil. No, that ain’t right, neither. I need you,
Son. I need you to be my family. We are family, you and
me. I think that’s why we’re attracted to one another. I
think there’s stored memories inside us that ain’t our own, memories
what belong to groups of ancestors certain incidents turn on and wake
up so’s we’ll recognize one another when we need each other. I
even know what it’s called. It’s our phylogenic memory that’s
stored within us as a specie.”
laughed Charlie, “Never a dull moment. This is what I live
for. A new discovery under every rock. Where does it
end? What are the odds?” he spoke to Lazarus.
“There are no
odds anymore, brother. This is all unfolding like the pages of a
book.” said Lazarus, then added. “These are the stories about which men
write bibles and swear they’re God’s holy words.”
right, Master Charlie,” added Jesse, “we ain’t seen nothing like the
things we been see’n in the last several years. Thing are being
planned and accomplished beyond our imaginations and coming about more
quickly than coincidence can account for. These ain’t things made
up in some prelate’s mind and written as half-truths for the faithful
to believe. These are historically verifiable facts, but there
ain’t nothing holy about ‘em. They been carefully planned for
eons. Just remember, one specie’s eon is another’s yesterday.”
The men stood
around and talked about the significance of their findings and the
implications. Jesse further warned Brett and Basil to fully
makeup their minds about how they wanted to proceed. Jesse even
referred to Brett Jones as a one-way street for Basil. Once Basil
turns down that street there is no turning back. He also added it
would seem to him, and the other men gathered, that’s exactly what
Mother Nature is expecting them to do. Just don’t do it until
they are sure it’s what they want for themselves and each other.
Basil and Brett thanked all the men for their concerns and promised
they would go slow. Everyone could tell they were chomping at the
bit to get away and alone by themselves where they could talk in
“Oh, by the way,
gentlemen. We’ve decided to invite you to go with us to Venus if
you care to. They’ve heard about Officer Jones, the healer, and
are anxious to meet him in person. It might mean you have to heal
several people or animals if you can.”
Basil nodded for
Brett to make a decision for them. “We’d be happy and honored to
accompany you, Admiral. I’d love to see the wonders of the
singing bladder whales I’ve heard so much about.”
“They are old
friends and well worth the trip to Venus to meet them and hear them
sing. They’re truly remarkable.”
Basil and Brett
said their goodbyes and left for their suite in the Lodge. They
would have the place to themselves. Commander Hawkins announced
to them, he and Sam would be spending the night in a cabin on the
Banshee. After Brett and Basil departed sickbay on the Banshee,
Commander Hawkins called for the rest of the men’s attention.
Captain Vinceeth, Captain Waco, Chief Tin Penny, Master Charlie and
Cable may we have a word with you?”
Commander, what can we do for you and your handsome young companion?”
Lazarus winked at Sam.
“Because I was
concerned for my friend and fellow officer, Brett Jones, I wanted to
know a little more about the blood tests being run on his
companion. I couldn’t help be curious. I asked our close
friend Rollon, here, if he could explain to us a little about DNA and
what they might be looking for. He was gracious enough to show us
several charts and what to look for with the markers. Since Cable
gave him access to the medical records on the Bandersnatch, he put his
chart up on the screen and my mate Sam’s chart for comparison of
Visallian and human DNA. We learned a lot, but then he put the
rest of Sam’s brother’s charts on the screen to show him the
similarities between his and his brother’s DNA.”
“Oh, dear.” said
Lazarus softly. Those two words expressed everything to the
Exactly. Sam was somewhat surprised to see five other charts
besides his own. Not to rehash a bad situation, we saw
everything, Admiral, but Rollon ain’t to blame, Sir. He couldn’t
have known there were sensitive files we shouldn’t be looking
into. It wasn’t until we’d seen everything a message came on the
screen about access not authorized to view sensitive material.”
Son.” Lazarus barked at Sam. Sam went to the Admiral’s open
arms. He began to shed some tears. “There, there.
It’s okay, young’un. I know you, Sam. You’re stronger than
that. You’re one of my boys. Get a hold of yourself,
Son.” Lazarus spoke softly but firmly.
Master.” Sam stopped his crying.
“First of all,
nobody’s in trouble. It was my own damn fault I didn’t tell Kyron
to seal those files. I just never thought anybody would ever see
them but us. It’s my mistake, so I’m trusting Captain Vinceeth
won’t consider any disciplinary action against Rollon. He and his
staff have done a fine job on Basil’s test, and I know he’s a good and
close friend to you men.”
“There will be
no action against Rollon. A small commendation for a job well
done as approved by the Admiral will be placed in his record.” said
and my compliments, gentlemen.” added Lazarus. “Do you feel better,
Son?” Lazarus asked Sam.
“Yes, Sir, a
little. It was important to me and my mate, our friend not get
into trouble over this. It weren’t his fault, Sir. On the
other hand, I’m eaten up inside with grief, embarrassment and anguish I
thought I’d dealt with and put behind me.” Sam said quietly.
“Is it worse the
second time around?” Lazarus smiled at him.
times worse, Master.” Sam said softly.
“That’s as it
should be. You and your brothers have grown so much in the last
five years, you’re able to understand what your actions can mean.
You’re learning that inactions can be just as wrong. Don’t you
think my boy has faced the same feelings?”
I know he has. Only, he ain’t never had a chance to place them
behind him. He’s had to face them every day.”
and I think he’s done a damn fine job of it. I’m proud of
him. I couldn’t wish for no better son. Okay, I tell you
what I’m gonna’ do. I’m gonna’ talk with him this evening.
He’s going with us to Venus along with his cowboy brothers. He’s
riding shotgun on the coyote kids this trip. You’re the only
Stamper going on this trip.
I’ll leave it up to you and Lucas what will become known from this
point. I know the commander and Rollon will take this information
to their grave if you men decide to keep it to yourselves.
Whatever you decide, I’ll go along with, but I want to hear what you
decide from both of you at the same time. The other men, here,
will say nothing.” Waco groaned. “You have something to
add, Captain Waco?” Lazarus asked in an officious manner.
Admiral. I’s jes’ choking the gossip out of me, Sir.”
Everyone laughed at Waco.
lad.” Lazarus smiled. Charlie laughed.
with Sam a while longer and his party left for the lodge along with
Captain Vinceeth and Waco.
“How ‘bout that,
Rollon? A commendation.” said the commander to his warrior friend.
stunned. I always expect the worst.” replied Rollon.
right, buddy.” declared Sam, “Hell, you didn’t do nothing wrong.
Actually, I’m coming around to the idea, this might not be such a bad
thing after all. At least now I can tell my little brother how
much I love him and how proud of him I am.”
* * * * * * *
Gavin and Little Bear were getting the coyote cowboybs settled down for
evening when Charlie and Lazarus came into the lodge. The boys
were a handful and needed one man per cowboy to get them corralled for
the night. Naturally their concentration flew out the window the
minute they saw their head ramrod, as they called Lazarus, and Bossman
Charlie come into the suite of rooms.
Charlie! Ramrod!” they yelled as they ran naked as four jay birds
to the arms of the big men. Lazarus managed to grab Ranger and Bo
and Charlie grabbed Cable and Jubal. There were four cow dogs and
Jack and Jill dancing about for their attention yelling their
names. It was like a homecoming of the Gods to Valhalla.
“You men gonna’
get a good night’s sleep so you’ll be ready for our flight to Venus
tomorrow morning?” Lazarus asked.
We done had our showers and said our prayers. We’s ready for
bed.” said Jubal.
Glad to hear it. Give us a big hug, a sloppy desperado kiss and
get in bed. All critters are to report to Jack Hall and Warren
Steele’s quarters. I wanna’ hear nothing but four snoring
buckaroos in about thirty minutes.” Lazarus said in a gruff
voice. He didn’t fool the coyotes for a minute.
ramrod.” they responded.
said their ‘goodnights’ to the boys, got their hugs and kisses, and
scurried out the door to find Jack Hall. Charlie said his
goodbyes and left for his suite. Little Bear was staying with him
for the evening. Lazarus sent Little Bear on his way with
Charlie; Travis and Gavin to their suites. Travis was staying
with his warrior buddy on the Banshee and Gavin with his family.
Lazarus helped Lucas with the last details of getting the coyotes
bedded down for the night.
with your Dragon-man this evening, Son?” Lazarus casually asked.
He’s busy with last minute details for our flight tomorrow. He’ll
probably be up half the night double checking everything. He’ll
be exhausted by the time we take off and will want to collapse.
With your permission, I plan to be there to take care of him like a
good slave, but he don’t need to know I think on him as my other
master.” Lucas winked at Lazarus and they shared a laugh.
“I figured I might as well start ride’n shotgun on them varmints this
evening to break ‘em into the idea I’m gonna’ be their main buckaroo to
report to for this trip.”
Of course you have my permission to see to your warrior-master.
You mean I might actually get to hold my boy close for an evening?”
“As close as I
can git, Dad.”
we talked about ‘who’s on first’ and ‘what’s on second?’” Lazarus
grinned wickedly. Lucas’ eyes brightened.
Sir. I chose Commander Maddragon for my first base. Are you
trying to tell me ‘Master What’ might be waiting for me on second?”
“I think it’s
about time your master broke you to his saddle. I’m curious to
find out what that big, ruggedly-handsome Visallian warrior has taught
“He’s taught me
very well, Dad. I can assure you, Sir, you will not be
disappointed. God, I hope you’re serious. You ain’t teasing
me none, are you, Sir?”
“No, I ain’t
teasing you none. You’re old man needs his boy this evening.”
there is a God!” Lucas proclaimed. “Give me thirty minutes in the
shower, then I’ll come git chu’.” Lucas promised.
“Sounds good to
me. I need to catch up on some reports anyway. I’ll be here
at my desk. How ‘bout make’n your old man a drink before you go?”
“Be happy to,
Dad.” Lucas threw a couple of cubes in a small bucket glass and
poured three fingers of Southern Comfort for his Master.
“Anything else, dad, before I leave for the shower?”
fine. I’ll check on the coyotes in a minute.”
“They should be
okay. I added some sleepy-time tea to their evening hot
chocolate.” Lucas laughed and got Lazarus laughing, too.
“That’s what I
love about you, boy. You’re always so damn optimistic.” he
“Ain’t it the
truth. Nothing short of a neutron bomb can stop them men when
they ain’t sleepy.” Lucas laughed. “Sometimes I think we should break
them up.” he shook his head in wonder.
become known as the man what killed the circus? I don’t think
so.” Laughed Lazarus. Lucas laughed at his master as he
headed for the shower. Lazarus began to go over the reports Cable
had given him.
* * * * * * *
~ Earlier that
“Are you sure
that damn thing’s gonna’ work?” Jubal asked Cable.
“I have full
trust in our brother. He’s a gotdamn genius, I tell you.” Cable
replied to Jubal and Bo.
into the room and found the coyote kids playing a video game on the
holo-grid screen. It was a game Ping created for them called
‘Space Wars’ in which they competed to see who could get the most
points for shooting down alien vessels. They were engrossed and
paid little attention to him. Cable and Bo were working the two
joy-sticks and Jubal was watching wearing his baseball mitt pounding it
with his fist to make it soft. Satisfied the coyotes were all in
one place for a while and not looking for information on how to build a
nuclear device, Lucas decided he would check in with them in about an
hour. As he turned to go, Ranger Jr. pulled out a small gun-like
device, aimed it over Lucas’ head and pulled the trigger. There
was a brief flash of light, Cable ran for it and caught one of Lucas’
robo-cams as it materialized, he threw it to Jubal who lunged for the
bed like a shortstop racing to first base. He caught it in his
baseball glove and immediately buried it under a pillow on the
bed. Lucas stopped dead in his tracks. He could swear he
saw a flash of light. He turned and walked back to the
room. The boys were still heavily engrossed in their video
game. Ranger Jr. glance up at him and gave him a thumbs up
sign. Jubal was lying on the bed still pounding his fist
into his ball glove. Lucas smiled, turned and walked away.
Cable patting his brother Ranger on the back.
“Sorry I doubted
you, brother.” Jubal told Ranger. “What the hell was that thing?”
pulse-generator pistol I invented.” bragged Ranger Jr.
“Yeah, ‘at was
slicker’n duck shit, brother!” exclaimed Bo. “Now, let’s git to
work before it’s discovered missing.”
The boys opened
up the robo-cam, attached two wires soldered to two alligator-clips and
hooked them to two post on an IC board inside the robo-cam. The
other end plugged into Ranger’s laptop computer. Ranger had the
program ready. He hit one key on the keyboard and a new program
was instantly downloaded into the camera.
“Okay, close it
up.” Ranger ordered his brothers.
it? That’s all?” Jubal challenged. “What about them other two
“You sound like
Porky Pig, brother. ‘Uh, that’s all folks!’” Ranger did his best
Porky Pig imitation. “Them robo-cams work in parallel. What
one learns they share with the others. Trust me, bro, I know what
I’m doing.” begged Ranger, “Have I ever let you down?”
“Naw, but I’m
just the suspicious type by nature.” allowed Jubal.
laughed Ranger, “Say it ain’t so, brother!” he demanded with
heavy sarcasm. The boys fell out laughing. Jubal frogged
Ranger hard on the arm.
hurt!” laughed Ranger.
“Just a little
tap to let you know I love you, brother.”
“Could you love
me jes’ a little less, perhaps? Maybe send roses next time?”
possible. Us Long-Jones boys is cowboys. We’uns love long,
hard and deep.” Jubal drawled in his best cowboy accent. They all
shared another laugh.
“Okay, let ‘er
go.” Cable announced. Bo let the robo-cam go. It
instantly disappeared and headed straight for Lucas to join his other
* * * * * * *
from the shower and found his old man still pouring over his
reports. He finished his drink. He stood and allowed Lucas
to perform his slave function he did so many times before for his
dad. He undressed Lazarus, sat him on the bed and pulled off his
big buckaroo boots for him. It was all he could do to keep from
taking Lazarus right there, he smelled so good. He didn’t.
He held back. He was going to enjoy this evening and he planned
to make damn sure his old man enjoyed it, too. Lucas took Lazarus
by the hand, led him to the bathroom and proceeded to pamper him in the
shower. One stiff drink and a special moment with his beloved son
in the shower was just what Lazarus needed to relax.
* * * * * * *
feed, brother. We can see everything except right now we can’t
see too much for all the steam in the bathroom, but we get a glimpse
ever’ now and then.” complemented Jubal.
“Excuse me, why
are we doing this again? All we gotta’ do is walk in there and
tell ‘em we wanna’ watch, and they’ll tell us to pull up a chair.”
“Oh, hesh up,
Cable. It’s the idea we’s spying. Besides they wanted us to
go to sleep for a reason. I wanna’ know why, brother.” Jubal
right! Wake me up if they do something more than a hug and a
handshake.” Cable said as he rolled over and closed his
eyes. The other three boys were glued to the small handheld ipod
* * * * * * *
“You think we
should check on them one more time, Dad?”
“I checked on
‘em jes’ a minute ago. They should be all right.”
drying his dad and rubbing his back for him.
“How do you want
it, boy?” Lazarus asked crudely, then chuckled as he stole a kiss
from his beloved son.
worry yourself none, Master Admiral, Sir. I ain’t jes’ some new
kid on the block. I’m a well trained warrior’s companion, and I
plan to take charge and make damn sure my master gets what he needs,— a
damn good cowboy fuck’n.” Lucas laughed.
tiger. Me thinks yore’ butt’s been drink’n too many a’ them
hot warrior toddies and you might be taking on some of their aggressive
“Lord, I hope
so. Now lay back and let your boy massage you.” Lucas
Over the years
Lucas and Lazarus developed and easy rapport with each other.
Lazarus lay back and Lucas grabbed his jar of special herbs and spices
mixed within a thick, smooth, creamy emollient from Commander
Maddragon’s planet, his family’s personal garden and pharmacy. It
was said to have certain mood enhancing and psycho-physically
stimulating properties that would elevate a warrior’s sexual
experience. It never failed to work for Lucas and his Mad
Dragon. Lucas applied it liberally to Lazarus’ strong, firm, well
muscled body. He forgot just how handsome a man his dad
was. It hit him once more how desperately he fell in love with
Lazarus over the last six years. Now was his chance to show him
how much he loved and appreciated him for making him his son and slave.
* * * * * * *
“You better take
a look, Cable. I think we’re about to see something a little
more’n a goodnight kiss.” Jubal called to his cowboy
brother. The other two were glued to the small screen they were
holding. Cable rolled over and took a look.
shit! Look ‘at them set of balls on our brother. Our ramrod
is hung like a damn bull and brother Lucas is his calf, no doubt.
That little screen is for shit, brothers. Let’s us watch it on my
laptop.” Cable scurried out of the bed, grabbed his laptop and
crawled in the middle between the other three. He flipped it on
and activated the video. He set the program coordinates to
receive the same signal the ipod was receiving. On the much
larger twelve by eighteen inch screen, appeared Lucas’ big, heavy balls
in living color swinging freely as he gave his dad an excellent rubdown.
“Lucas’ dick is
almost as big as our dad’s, bro.” Bo said to Jubal, “You think
ours is gonna’ be that big?”
“Don’t see why
not. We’s already pert-damn big. We got almost ninety
percent of our genes from the ramrod. We got another ten to
twenty percent from our first birth-dad, Captain Jones, and about one
to two percent from our second-birth dad, Master Waco’s lummox,
Ox. Wish’ta hell we’d gotten more a’ his genes. J’ever seen
his dick? Lord a’ mercy, he’s a monster all over.” laughed
“Hell yeah, we
seen it. We’s all washed Ox and Strom’s dicks when we’s helping
to clean up them critters. I’m afraid Cable and me ain’t gonna’
so big.” moaned Ranger Jr.
“What the hell
you talk’n about, brother. I seen yore’ daddy on the
savanna. I even crawled up into his lap and kept that big thing a
his warm for him for a while one evening. He ain’t what chu’d
call small by no stretch. Hell fire, boy, you’s as big as the
rest of us is right now. You, too, Cable. Yore’ daddy’s
hung like a damn Shetland pony on steroids. Yore’ brother Travis’
dick is a big’un. Now shut the fuck up and let’s see what
happens.” commanded Jubal.
* * * * * * *
The salve was
having its desired effect. Lazarus brain was floating on a calm
sea like he’d just returned from a prosperous voyage, and with each
assault Lucas made on his tired muscles the harder his cock got.
Lucas commanded him to turn over and massaged every part of Lazarus’
body. Lazarus thought he was going to shoot his load when Lucas
started massaging his butt and was not shy about running his hand into
his Master’s crack and massaging his hole sensually. It was
almost too much for Lazarus to bear, but just about the time he was
getting ready to call a halt to his boy’s assault on his ass, Lucas
moved away to his legs and feet. Lazarus never had such a
complete rubdown. Finally, Lucas gently slapped his butt and told
him to roll over. Lazarus spoke.
“Of course you
can. I’ve seen you hard before. Why do you think I just
spent the last hour rubbing you down? It’s all a part of being a
good warrior’s companion. If you ain’t hard, my good Master, I
ain’t done my job right.”
“You do this
often for that big warrior?” Lazarus asked as he turned over on
his back with his dick at a strong ninety degree salute to his body.
for at least an hour. How do you think my upper body got this
heavily developed in such a short time?” Lucas grinned.
“I jes’ thought
you was work’n out with them warriors.” Lazarus stated.
“I do work out
with them, ever’ day I can, but I have extra duties I’m expected to
perform for my warrior. It’s just expected of an apprentice
warrior by his training master. Can’t say it ain’t a labor of
love. By the time I get through rubbing him down I’m ready to
shoot my load just by having him touch me. Just like I’m primed
and ready to take my Master to the next level. It’s as sexually
stimulating for me as it is for you, Dad.”
Lucas did a
little more on his dad’s front side and lovingly massaged his massive
pecs, his stomach and then his balls. He took extra emollient and
slathered Lazarus rock hard ramrod with it. He gently worked it
up and down. When he was finished, he threw his leg over his dad
to straddle him. He was kneeling at Lazarus’ waist and
positioned his Master’s huge manhood at his well lubricated hole.
Lucas bounced gently once, twice and the third time Lazarus’ cock went
up his ass faster than a sideshow magician could make a rabbit
disappear. Lazarus gasped and arched his back to make sure his
boy received every inch.
boy!” he exclaimed. “That was a fantastic mount.”
“Lay back and
relax, old man. Yore’ boy’s gonna’ fuck you good.”
understood the metaphor and got a sardonic smile on his face.
* * * * * * *
“Did you see
that?!” exclaimed Bo, “Holy B’jesus! Our brother jes’ done
took our dad’s big cock up his fine cowboy butt like it t’weren’t
nothing more’n a silver bullet. Talk about cowboys love’n long,
hard and deep. Our brother’s a buckaroo what knows how it’s done.”
shit out a’ me.” chuckled Ranger Jr. shaking his head.
“Yeah, me too.”
him! Look at him ride ‘at damn thing! Look!
He’s ride’n our old man like a cowboy rides a bull. Look at
him go! Too bad he don’t have his boots, spurs and chaps
on. Damnation! We should be recording this.” cried Jubal.
brother.” smiled Cable, as he pointed to the small red light in the
corner of the picture.
The boys lay
there enthralled by what they were seeing. They were neither
surprised nor upset by male sex. With everything going on around
them, knowing about masters and slaves, same sex communities, Visallian
warriors, their cowboy brothers, they grew up accepting it as part of
their cowboy heritage. They played around with each other since
their were toddlers. Even now, there were four noticeable poles
holding up the sheet that covered them like a circus tent. They
were too young to have orgasms, but they knew about dry climaxes, or as
they called them, the dry heaves. Every man there was playing
with himself as they watched their brother Lucas earn their respect as
the consummate cowboy. Lucas could do it all.
Unfortunately, they didn’t notice the slight break in the video
transmission. They just assumed it was caused by a shift in
cameras as the picture moved from a rear shot to a side view.
* * * * * * *
Lucas not only
fucked his Master with a controlled passion, he built Lazarus up time
and again until he had his old man almost weeping for release.
Lucas was waiting for the magic words. Finally, after thrashing
about and moaning like he would have a coronary, Lucas heard Lazarus
utter the words he wanted to hear.
Son. You’re the man I always knew you could be. Ride me
home, cowboy.” Lazarus urged.
That’s all it
took for Lucas to finish the job and felt his dad arch his back to meet
his backward thrust to complete him. Lazarus shot and shot into
his boy. It was the heaviest climax he’d experienced in
years. He fell back to the bed, drained of his passion. He
pulled Lucas to him and began to make sweet love and compliment him on
kidding about what you learned from that big warrior. I’m proud
of you, boy. You’ve come a long way. He’s a lucky warrior
to have you for a companion. Do you love him?”
“Yes, very much,
Dad. I don’t know where our relationship is going because of our
separation of worlds, but somehow we manage to drift back into each
others orbit often enough, and we’re drawn to each other like light to
a black hole.” Lucas started to withdraw, but his dad held him
let me enjoy being inside you for a while longer.”
“Take as much as
you need, Dad. I was worried I might be too heavy for you.”
heavy, you’re my son, and I love you more than words can tell.”
“No more’n I
love you, old man. You are the light of my life, and I treasure
you as my Master and my dad. I’m so glad to have finally gotten a
chance to please you.”
* * * * * * *
The coyotes were
speechless after witnessing their big, cowboy brother fuck their ramrod
with his ass and ride him with a fury they could only imagine. It
was a breathtaking performance, and they had the greatest respect for
Lucas. After the dry heaves, they were lying there breathing
heavily not saying a word when suddenly the picture changed and there
appeared a full face shot of Captain Waco Goodnight grinning at them.
men.” Waco said quietly, “Enjoying yourself spying on your big
brother and his dad in what should be a private moment between
them? You cowboys are sooo busted!” Waco reached up and flipped a
switch and their computer went blank to a blue screen. They
couldn’t get it to do anything. It wasn’t just cut off from the
signal, it was totally dead. So were all the rest of the
computers in their room.
fuck!” said Cable.
meat!” exclaimed Ranger Jr.
“Now, now, don’t
you men go git’n yore’selves all worked up into a frenzy. If I
know Captain Waco, he won’t do nothing until he talks with us about
it. You know he’s got a soft spot for us, and he jes’ loves to
play big brother. He’ll give us a good talk’n to, we’ll tell him
how sorry we are, maybe shed a few tears, we’ll promise to be good,
tell him we won’t never do nothing like ‘at again, and that’ll be the
end of it. Trust me. By the end of the week it will all be
forgotten.” said Jubal like a Mafia don.
“I don’t know,
Jubal. This is some pretty serious shit. We invaded their
privacy and you know how important privacy is to all them
cowboys.” argued Bo.
right. Let’s get to sleep before somebody comes in here and wants
to rake us over the coals.” Jubal insisted. They tried to go to
sleep but it was way late, or early in the morning before they finally
slipped into feverish dreams.
* * * * * * *
disturb Lazarus and Lucas right away. He notified Cable in
sickbay on the Bandersnatch to recall Lucas’ robo-cams and replace them
with three more. He wanted the robo-cam the boys tampered with
set aside as evidence. Cable couldn’t help but laugh when Waco
told him what was going on. Waco broke up several times, but
insisted this was a serious situation and the coyotes needed to be
taught a lesson. Unknown to them
their privacy was invaded, Lazarus and Lucas lay hooked together
in the afterglow of their sexual release. Lazarus rolled Lucas on
his side and continued to take long, deep strokes into his ass every
now and then as they talked and made love to each other. They
were enjoying the bliss of the moment and the closeness of their
“That salve you
used, is there an aphrodisiac in it?” Lazarus whispered.
It’s said to be a mild one to the Visallians. I think it may be a
bit stronger for humans.”
remember. That’s a special salve created only on Tentagel, and if
memory serves, the company is owned and operated by the Maddragon
family. Am I right?”
As I understand, there are several strengths. According to my
Dragon this one’s a medium strength.”
him. I ain’t gone soft since you got my load. That ain’t
happened to me in years. Usually I shoot and down I go. I
think I’m gonna’ have to have seconds, Son.”
“You won’t hear
no complaints from me. Shall I fuck you again, Dad?”
While it was wonderful, your old man wants to do the fucking this
time. You showed me your love, now I need to show you mine.
I need to show you how much I love you, how proud of you I am, and how
much your love means to me.”
They made love a
while longer, then Lazarus got up in the bed and mounted Lucas like a
cowboy. He lay on top of his son in the missionary
position. Lucas locked his muscular legs around Lazarus and
drifted off to a nether region of bliss. Lazarus fucked his boy
slowly but with such strength and feeling, at one point he stopped
because he noticed tears rolling down Lucas’ face.
“Am I hurt’n
Dad. It’s the sweetest fuck’n I ever got in my life. If
you love me that much, please, fuck me ‘til yore' cock
crows.” Lucas said with a grin. Lazarus
smiled and kissed him deeply and he began to explore more of the young
man’s depths. Lazarus wasn’t showy or flashy with his fucking,
but he got the job done. He knew to take what he needed from his
boy, he had to enjoy the fucking himself, and he was certainly doing
that. Finally, he could feel his relentless slow, deep fucking
about to send Lucas around the bend. Lazarus whispered to him.
“You may come,
Son, but don’t touch yourself. Yore’ master will fuck you ‘til
Just his words
alone and his demand was enough to make something inside Lucas respond
to the core of his erection. He never wanted anything more in his
life than to relieve himself while being ridden by his master’s cowboy
cock. Several more deep strokes and Lucas arched his back.
Lazarus knew he had him and began to really pound his ass with some
strong, deep strokes. He couldn’t hold it any longer and called
to Lucas to drop his load. That’s all Lucas needed was his
master’s command, and he flooded the air with his hot cowboy come as he
felt his dad pumping load after load of his hot, thick, ropey cowboy
cream into his ass. It was one of the most wonderful moments they
spent together. It was the climax, the culmination of years of
working together, growing, loving and healing all rolled into one
intimate moment. It seemed to close the gap between them where
the word ‘family’ became more clearly defined. It knit up the
unraveled sleeve of any fears or doubts either might have had.
They became father and son. Once again they lay hooked
together. Lazarus still didn’t lose his erection, neither did
Lucas. Lazarus made sweet love to his boy. Now was the time
he must tell him of Sam’s discovery.
“Is there any
doubt in your mind of my love for you, Son?”
whatsoever, Dad. I hope and pray there's no doubt in yours about
Never was. Never will be.”
evening been a prelude for something, Dad? It’s just been so
unexpected and wonderfully serendipitous. It’s like one of those
things the Ancients plan that happens to folks to teach them something;
something they want them to learn; we can feel it happening, but we
can’t understand the full intent until we hear the message or learn its
“Yes, it is, but
your message this evening is brought to you by this ancient old
man. At over two thousand years old, I certainly think I qualify.”
“For an old
fart, you don’t look a day over forty, Dad.” Lucas chuckled.
and soft lighting.” Lazarus tossed off. They shared a laugh. “The
lesson I wanted you to learn this evening is, no matter what happens, I
will always love you and you will always be number one in my
heart. Now, the other part of the lesson and what you learn from
it, is up to you and how you handle it, but somehow, I don’t think it’s
gonna’ be a great problem for you. I think you’re ready. I
know you so well by now, you will handle the situation with your usual
“What is it,
accidentally discovered your blood charts this afternoon when his
Visallian warrior buddy, Rollon, was showing him and his commander
buddy how to read DNA charts. He unwittingly put up on the
vid-screen all of the Stamper boy’s DNA charts for comparison with
Sam’s, and yours was among them. I never sealed your medical
files because it just never occurred to me anyone but Cable or me would
ever have a reason to look at them. He knows you were created
from Caleb. I told him I would tell you this evening and the two
of you could decide where to go from here. I told him whatever
you decided I would go along with, but I want to hear it from both
Lucas was quite
for a while. Lazarus hadn’t moved for sometime.
“Fuck me jes’ a
little more, Dad.” Lucas begged Lazarus and bussed a kiss behind
his ear. Lazarus complied and Lucas sighed deeply as he felt his
master gently plowing his lower forty like a farmer who loved the Earth.
“You all right,
“I couldn’t be
better, Dad. Thanks. What a sweet way to tell me. I
hope you always tell me bad news this way.” Lucas chuckled.
“I learned several lessons. I have the greatest, most loving dad
in the world and the most wonderful master any slave could hope
for. All this had to come about, not only because of you, but
because of them Ancients trying to tell me of all Caleb’s ex-brothers,
Sam was the one I most grieved about leaving behind. They’ve
brought all this home to me and dumped it in my lap for me to deal
with. I can only imagine how poor Sam must feel.”
“I knew you’d
feel that way. He’s pretty shook up over it, but he has Del
Hawkins to lean on and the Commander is an imposing man. He won’t
allow Sam to wallow in self-incrimination or self-pity. Sam has a
tendency to take all the blame on himself.”
“Truth is, he’s
the least to blame. He was the only brother who even tried to
care for Caleb, but since I’ve come to know him as Lucas, I’ve learned
that’s just the way he is. He’s basically a good man. I
don’t mean this to sound conceited, but of all of Caleb’s brothers,
he’s the most like me.”
I’ve seen similarities between your personalities. You always
have gotten along best with him, and he idolizes you. Do you have
any idea how you’ll handle it?”
“Yes, I think
so. I want to talk with Sam and reassure him of my love for him,
but I don’t want the rest of Caleb’s brothers knowing. I don’t
want Burt or Phil to ever find out if it can be avoided, but someday I
may decided to share my secret with Jeb and Zeke. I want it to be
my choice. You impressed on me from the very beginning of my
reconstruction I was to think on myself as your son, Lucas Long.
As time passed, I came to think of myself that way, and I don’t want to
return to being one of the Stamper brothers. I think on them and
love them as my cowboy slave brothers, but that’s as far as it
goes. My real family, the family what’s important to me is the
Goodnight cowboys and your family. I don’t want that ripped away
from me all of a sudden by everyone thinking I’m just another Stamper
boy. I’ve worked hard to become who I am today. I trust you
will seal my medical files.” Lucas pleaded.
been done. Kyron caught the mistake, but just a little too
late. I’ll support you in your plan. Under the
circumstances, it don’t sound unreasonable to me.”
As the men lay
talking, Lucas cell phone vibrated quietly. Lazarus turned,
reached out to retrieve the phone from the night stand and handed it to
spoke quietly. “Just a minute. Let me put you on the
speaker so dad can hear this.” Lucas was laughing.
Waco told them
how Myra noticed some strange signals emanating from Lucas’ robo-cams
and notified Kyron. Kyron notified Cable who double-checked
everything and found the anomaly Mrya reported. He hooked into
the system and watched the coyotes’ robo-cams and saw what was going
on. He notified Waco and patched him into the boy’s system.
Now they’re completely shut down for the night. Lazarus and Lucas
were still hooked together laughing their asses off. Lazarus
finally lost his erection and slipped out of his boy.
“What do you
wish to do about it, Admiral?” asked Waco.
“First of all,
we can’t let them know we think it’s the funniest damn thing we’ve
heard in months. We’ve tried to hammer home to them a man’s
privacy is sacred, so I think they should be taught a lesson. I’m
open for suggestions. Whatever we decide we have to bring the
Gibbons and Jessups on board. As for right now, I want them to
think you’re the only one who knows about their prank. I want
them to worry about it for a while. Then when we decide how to
handle it, we’ll go from there.”
Admiral. Then I’ll only let them know I’m thinking about what to
do or whether to tell someone.”
you have my permission to use it, Son. Impress on them you’ll be
watching to see what good cowboys they can be. They really need
to be on their best behavior for the Venusians anyway. Their
actions in the next week or so will decide whether you tell anyone.”
Waco fell out
laughing; Lazarus and Lucas joined him.
“By the way,
gentlemen, I couldn’t help catch my cowboy brother’s ride on that big
bull. You taught me a thing ‘er two, bother, I’m gonna’ have to
try that with my warrior, and as for you, Admiral, my compliments, best
buck’n livestock I’ve seen at any rodeo. If’n I’s to be judge’n
I’d say yore’ cowboy won his-self a re-ride.” Waco laughed again,
said his goodbyes and signed off. Lazarus and Lucas had another
couple of good laughs, then fell asleep in each others arms.
* * * * * * *
When Lucas and
Lazarus went in to wake the coyotes the next morning early, they were
waiting for them, clean and fully dressed with their boots polished and
shined wearing their best cowboy duds. They were spotless. They
absolutely sparkled. Lucas looked at Lazarus and smiled.
Lazarus just shook his head.
this, then?” Lucas wanted to know.
“We jes’ thought
we’d be ready when you men wanted to leave for chow.” said Jubal, the
unofficial spokesman for the coyotes. It was all Lazarus and
Lucas could do to keep from breaking up. The coyotes were the
perfect models of young, responsible, considerate, polite cowboys all
day. Waco had to bite his tongue several times to keep from
* * * * * * *
Brett Jones and
Basil didn’t talk much on the way back to their room in the
lodge. It was almost like they wanted the security of four walls
around them before they said anything to each other.
“I need to soak
in hot water.” said Brett.
“Sounds good to
me.” Basil agreed. They threw off their Western clothes and eased
themselves into the pool of bubbling hot water. It was instantly
relaxing. Brett had his arms stretched around the top of the
pool. Basil sat next to him but not too close. He didn’t
want to intrude on Brett’s space, but he still wanted to be near him.
“Are you afraid
of me, Cousin?” Brett called him ‘cousin’ to see how he would
“Yes, a little.”
Basil said but didn’t elaborate.
“Do you believe
everything they said?”
replied. “Almost everything.” he added.
“What do you
mean?" asked Brett.
“My voices told
me something on our way back to the lodge Jesse Watkins doesn’t know,
but I been thinking about. Utah whispered something to me before
we left which confirmed it.”
“Can you tell
weren’t your sperm what was acting up, it was my body what was
rejecting them. You already activated my mutant gene in the pool
last night. It took over and protected me from your Evanescent
DNA. I seem to be able to ward off diseases and changes in myself
whereas you began to change when introduced to Evanescent DNA. I
can only guess it might have something do with your death and
being brought back to life. Perhaps there was a period when you
were vulnerable to change and Adam and Eve were the catalyst. I
don’t think I’ll be able to change unless I will it so or I have some
physical trauma which might weaken my defenses.”
“Then there’s no
reason to be afraid of me.” Brett smiled.
“It ain’t you
I’m afraid of, Cousin.” Basil said without emotion.
“Still, I need
to hold you, Basil. I ain’t ashamed to admit I’m a little afraid
myself, and I’m feeling very much alone in this world." Brett
said with big cow eyes.
up, took Brett’s hand and pulled it around his shoulder. He moved
closer to the big man.
“If we come from
the same genetic stock, how come I ain’t as big as you?” Basil tossed
off trying to change the subject.
growing. I was still growing ‘til last year. Hell,
according to my officer brothers, ma’ ears are still growing.” chuckled
Jones, “You certainly have the potential to be as big as me if you
workout and take care of your body. You probably will be able to
do it faster than me because your gene has been activated. After
I started healing folks, I almost double my weight and size. I
think it was my change what done it, but I think it came on me too
fast. I think it might have caused me to have my stroke.
Fortunately, according to Jesse, I don’t have to worry about that no
“You think I
could have a stroke?” Basil asked.
it. You’re ten years younger than me and in good shape. You
got a good, solid, strong body. If you’re afraid, Jesse could
probably tell you or let Cable run some test. I’m sure the
Admiral would approve.”
“Do you want me
to walk down the same road with you, Brett?”
“I don’t want
you to do anything you don’t want to do. I meant what I said
about needing family and needing you, but that don’t mean you have to
change specie to be my family. Nobody knows what it would mean
for either of us. I certainly don’t want you to change your sex
for me. I don’t know’s I could live with that. I think I
could live with a woman all right, but for Mother Nature to change
either one of us for procreation ain’t something I’d like to think
“It seems like
there’s just too many variables. Were you faced with that when
you decided to change to a new specie?”
“No, it weren’t
like that. I jes’ knew it was what I had to do. It’s hard
to explain. I had a choice, but I knew I didn’t have no
choice. I jes’ knew I had to do it. Sounds crazy, I know,
but that’s the closest I can come to explaining it to you.”
“No, it don’t
sound crazy at all. I jes’ don’t know if I wanna’ be that
impulsive. I need to think about it. Like Jesse said, it’s
one thing to date and sample people, but with you, it’s a lifetime
commitment. Can’t say it ain’t an appealing idea, but I need some
time.” Basil lamented.
“Look, let’s not
worry about it. We can be together and enjoy each others
company. We don’t have to create the beast with two backs ever’
time we get together. I probably will have to go back to the Holy
City soon, and I wouldn’t want to leave you having to endure some
change without me. It’s been hard enough on me as it is.”
Brett, but I’m more afraid ‘of’ me. I’m afraid I won’t be strong
“You don’t have
to be. Let me be strong for both of us. Let’s go to Venus
and have a good time. Let’s take each day as it comes. I
think I’m falling in love with you, Basil. You’re the first
person in my life I’ve felt this way about.”
“I’m forced to
have sex with him. I’ve been forced to have sex with him since I
was ten years old. He bought and paid for me. He owns
me. I hated him when I was a boy for forcing male sex on
me. Now, I’m fucking him and while I’m still his whore, I fuck
him with some passion. He thinks it’s love and in some ways maybe
it is, but he misunderstands it. I’ll admit, in a convoluted way,
I’ve developed a love for the passion of anger I feel for him. I
don’t love him, Basil, like I would a normal person. Since my
death, recovery, and my change, I can see clearly now. I know
what and who he is. He’s a symbol and representative of
everything evil in the universe I’ve come to abhor, and I don’t want to
be a part of him. I know there will come a time, in the near
future, I will be given a choice to leave him and this doomed world
behind. I want to be among the colonies or here on Mars ready to
leave this galaxy with these good and caring people. My fondest
dream would be for you to be by my side. I want to love you, Son,
but I want to win your love. I’m willing to wait for that day,
me? I ain’t got nothing to offer you like all them other
men. I ain’t no cowboy, warrior or bodybuilder. For all
practical purposes I’m just a warmed-over drag queen who knows a little
about makeup. You can dress a queen up in cowboy drag, but you
can bet chore’ boots she ain’t gonna’ rope no dogies, throw no steer,
or ride no bull.” Basil got a funny look on his face,
“Well, she might ride the bull if he promises to kiss her afterwards.”
he tossed of with a giggle. Basil continued, “Are you
kidding? Pistol-pack’n-mama throw a rope and break a
fingernail? Get serious.” Basil laughed, “When I go with a
man like you or one of them cowboys, which ain’t too damn often, I know
what role I’m expected to play. I know what role I’m gonna’ play,
but that’s all right. I ain’t knocking it none. I enjoy
playing that role as long as I’m shown a little affection and a modicum
of respect. I’ll say one damn thing about the men of the
colonies, they ain’t two-faced. They don’t try’n hide the fact
they went with you, they ain’t afraid to be seen with you in public,
but they sure ain’t shy about rating you neither. Whether you get
asked out on another date is in direct proportion to how much you put
into your sexual response to your last partner. Since Master
Charlie gave his cowboy slaves permission to date other men outside his
ranch, I could have a man in my bed every night if I wanted, but I
“Why would I
want you?” replied Brett Jones, “Why not? All the reasons you
just said are the reason why I want you. I like men who ain’t
quite so...” Brett struggled for a word that might not offend
“Well, yeah, for
lack of a better word. You were the first person in the colonies
who treated me like a normal human. I’ll never forget your
impassioned rant the morning you made me up to look so bad.
Underneath your words was a sound mind and well reasoned
argument. If someone handed me a spoon, I would’ve eaten you up
right there in front of God and everybody and asked for seconds.” Jones
grinned real big and Basil giggled, “Everyone else treats me like a
celebrity or some faith-healing freak. Maybe not the Admiral,
Jesse, Utah and all them head men that associate with the big wigs
around here, but the average people do. It’s less here because
they don’t know me as well as the rest of the country. I have no
privacy away from here. I’ve grown up wanting to be a man but
having my masculinity robbed from me by forcing me to take a passive
position in sex with men of power. I can’t keep on that
way. Believe it or not, that was the first thing that attracted
me to you was your softer side. All I could think of was taking
care of you. You mumbled something about changing for me, but you
don’t have to, Son. I like you the way your are. Just
promise me you won’t hang your lingerie in the bathroom.” Brett winked
at him. Basil giggled.
“Ain’t got no
lingerie and ain’t likely to have none. I actually prefer cowboy
drag.” they shared a laugh.
“So where does
all this leave us?” Brett asked quietly.
“I ain’t afraid
of you no more. As big as you are, my body can whip yore’ body
with one arm tied behind ma’ back.” Basil grinned.
wench! Harrrr!” Jones said in his best pirate voice, “I love a
girl with spirit!” he spit out a poor imitation of Daffy Duck, then
kissed Basil to stop his giggling. Brett pulled away and added,
“And that will be my last attempt at intergender humor. I don’t
see you as my she-male, nor would I want to. You will be my
mate. Harrr, matey!” he growled and nibble on Basil’s earlobe.
They went to bed
that evening and Basil was fully prepared to take his mate.
Together they created the perfect Gormagon. Basil had a better
understanding of his body and its capabilities than even Jesse
Watkins. He wasn’t so sure about Utah. He communed with the
beautiful dog like he had no other animal. Utah was the one who
tipped him off to the ultimate power of his own body. After Basil
got the fucking of his young life from Officer Jones he lay in his big
arms contented and complete, babbling some nonsense about how no cowboy
slave ever fucked him that good. Nothing happened this
time. His body quickly identified the intruders, reduced them to
their chemical components and expelled them, except for a small amount
of special proteins unique to Evanescents that quickly made their way
to Basil’s brain. There they were welcomed by the neurons and
synapse as a lubricant and super conductor that allowed his brain to
function just a little faster and more freely. Jones’ brand of
Red Bull for the brain. This batch, alone, was not enough to make
Basil take notice, but his brain knew. It sprouted wings.
* * * * * * *
The coyote gang
were perfect young cowboy role models at breakfast that morning.
They were thoughtful of each other and responded politely if included
in conversation, but mostly they were quiet and well mannered. By
breakfast, all the adults and their cowboy brothers knew what they were
up to the night before. Everyone thought it was hilarious, but
didn’t let on they knew a thing. They knew the Admiral would take
care of the situation. The Jessups and Gibbons were informed and
gave the Admiral their permission to discipline their boys the same as
his own. By that time, they just gave them up to the greater
community, especially during the summer. That didn’t mean they
didn’t treasure their one on one time with their boys, but they always
had the robo-cams they could check on them any time they wanted.
All Ranger or
Mary Gibbons had to do was turn on their TV, turn to channel four and
they had a three dimensional shot of their boy wherever he was and
whatever he was doing. If they got lonely for Ranger Jr. they
could just speak to him over one of the cams. It was like having
him in the next room. The same with Bobby and Elsie. Ranger
got them a big, flat-screen TV and they could see Cable any time they
wanted. They were disappointed in their boy as much at Ranger and
Mary were their boy. They considered pulling the boys back from
their trip to Venus, but Lazarus talked them out of it. He
promised them what he had in mind would solve all their worries.
All Lazarus asked was for them to go along with his bluff.
packed and had their gear stored on the Banshee the evening
before. All they had to do was finish breakfast and head for
check-in on the big warship. It was early in the morning, about
six A.M. Earth time when they checked in and headed for their
cabins. Commander Trapeeth Newsong Maddragon was waiting at the
check-in area for his young apprentice-mate. He looked tired but
handsome in his short brown leather kilt with his polished knee length,
heavy boots and the massive leather belts that crisscrossed his huge
pecs and upper body torso. Lucas melted inside and ran down
into his cowboy boots every time he saw his warrior again for the first
time. Lucas ran to his open arms and shamelessly hugged and
kissed him right on the mouth.
You look so tired. You must have been up all night. I don’t
like to see you this tired. You need a good rubdown, some rest,
and a devoted apprentice to take a load off your mind." Lucas
“I’m beat, but
not so bad I couldn’t enjoy a few hours rest with my number one mate in
my cabin a little later.”
“How long before
you’re off duty, Trap?” Lucas asked quietly.
“About an hour
after we get underway the Captain will change the watch. Come to
my cabin in three hours. The combination is still the same.
Let yourself in if I’m not there and make yourself comfortable.”
“I’ll try, but I
promise, I won’t be comfortable until you’re there with me.”
“You say the
sweetest damn things, boy. Why do you look so handsome this
“My dad, my
master, broke me to his saddle last night.”
wonderful. I know you been wanting to show him what you’ve
learned. Was he pleased?”
“He said he’ll
talk with you later, after you’ve had a chance to rest. I think
he was impressed. He took seconds.” They shared a laugh.
you. I hope he didn’t take it all.”
than enough left for my Mad Dragon, Trap.” Lucas blushed and the
commander roared with laughter.
Lucas said his
goodbyes and went to check on the coyotes. He found them in their
cabin watching an old Disney movie. They were up in the middle of
a huge bed with Jack and Jill and five cow pups lying around. A
couple were acting like arm rests for Bo and another couple for Ranger
Jr. Cable had Patty in a choke hold petting her as they chatted
with each other about the movie.
okay?” Lucas inquired.
brother Lucas. We be fine.”
have an appointment to meet one of my cowboy slave brothers on the
observation deck for coffee in about ten minutes. Can I leave you
men alone for an hour?”
“As long as you
like, brother Lucas. We’ll be here. We’ll just watch movies
until you come for us.” Lucas laughed to himself. They were
really being good.
“The Admiral and
Master Charlie should be here to check on you in about thirty
minutes. They’ll take you down to the control room and get you
strapped in for takeoff. You men ready?”
We’ll look after our critter brothers.”
Lucas nodded his
approval, turned, closed the cabin door and left. He found his
way to the observation deck. There was no one there but one lone
cowboy sitting waiting for takeoff. Lucas entered the room and
saw Sam stand and turn to look at him. He waved with one hand as
he approached. He opened his arms to Sam and embraced him.
Sam heaved once, but caught himself.
“I swore and
be’damned I wouldn’t cry, and I won’t.”
“Good, then I’ll
do the crying for both of us.” Lucas kidded him.
“What can I say,
“You don’t have
to say anything, Sam. Nothing’s changed. I’m still your
cowboy slave brother. I’m the same man you knew and loved
“I know, but I
feel frustrated, embarrassed and angry with myself.”
you’re the last one of Caleb’s brother who should feel that way.
Have you had coffee yet?”
this morning, but I could use another cup for takeoff.”
made arrangements for us to spend takeoff together, here on the
observation deck.” Lucas pressed a button on a side panel and a
coffee service appeared. He poured two cups and handed Sam one.
“Take anything in yours?” Lucas asked.
“Naw, strong and
black.” Sam replied. They each took a sip and Lucas motioned for
them to sit down and strap themselves in. The computer would show
them aboard and accounted for on the observation deck.
“I have to
compliment you, brother. You’re looking really good. Your
commander and your warrior buddies are really pushing you, and it
shows. I’m proud of you, Sam.”
it. Sam put his coffee cup in the non-spill magnetic holder next
to his chair, put his head in his hands and started sobbing.
Lucas sat there and let him get it out. Sam finally got himself
sorry. I can’t tell you how many times I broke down since I found
out. I don’t know if I break up from frustration or relief.”
“Does it matter,
Sam? Let me see if I can help you out. First of all, in a
way, I’m glad you found out the truth, not only for your sake but for
me and our master’s sake as well. Now you know what a truly great
and fine man he is, and his buying Caleb’s brothers as slaves was an
act of kindness. Before you go into a great guilt trip let me
tell you I love you, Sam. I will always love you, but you must
understand, Caleb as such, as your little brother, is no more.”
dead, he’s very much alive and living with the Kryscellians. I
couldn’t deal with him as I was becoming Lucas. It was too
stressful. There was too much anger and pain. They took
most of the painful memories of Caleb away from me and stored
them. I still know everything Caleb knew and felt, I just don’t
have to deal with it all at one time. Over the last six years,
I’ve been interacting with Caleb and my goal is to eventually reclaim
him as a part of me. I visit him regularly, and we have long
talks. He’s come a long way and the Kryscells are wonderful with
serious? I didn’t know anything like that was possible.”
“Yeah, okay, I
don’t fully understand them either, but I see your point. So you
really ain’t Caleb?”
“I am and I
ain’t. Lucas Long has developed over the last six years and
lives in the body which was Caleb Stamper, but as you can see,
body is considerably different from Caleb’s. Caleb, himself, is
much improved, he's better, stronger emotionally, and I’ve grown to
love him very much. He will eventually
become a full part of me. If you have issues about Caleb, I’ll be
happy to give the Kryscellians permission for you to visit with him.”
“You mean I can
actually talk with my little brother directly?”
Just like you’re talking with me. He would love to have you
visit. I know how much he loves and respects you. You were
the only brother who tried to show him some compassion and love.
You taught him to read while watching Sesame Street with him. You
snuck him treats from time to time. You were the only one to
clean him and his cage most of the time. As a matter of fact, if
you visit him it might make our rejoining happen sooner. I’ll
even go with you your first time.”
“When do you
foresee you and Caleb might rejoin?”
soon. I’m hoping before I graduate high school which is only two
more years. So when you see my name on the graduation program, if
it says Lucas C. Long, you’ll know your little brother is home where he
“What about our
“Don’t you mean
‘your’ brothers, Sam? What about them?” Lucas asked.
“Don’t they have
a right to know their little brother is still alive?”
“To relieve them
of their pain and guilt.” Sam replied.
pain? What guilt? Like you, they done their grieving for
Caleb and moved on. They don’t sit around ringing their hands and
talking about him. They didn’t care about Caleb when he was
alive. Why would they now? Admiral Long never intended for
Caleb’s brothers to know unless I decided to tell them. You found
out by accident. I’m still working things out with Caleb. I
have to deal with him, his pain and anguish. You don’t have
anything like that in your life. I think I have the right to
expect your loyalty and trust in this matter, Sam.” Sam didn’t
respond. He just looked at Lucas with a blank stare like a block
wall sprang up between them. Lucas continued, “I don’t know
if I ever want Burt or Phil to know. They were very cruel to
Caleb. Later, I might decide to tell Jeb and Zeke, but it should
be my choice and no one else’s.” Still Sam sat registering no
response. “I don’t foresee ever sharing my secret with Phil and
Burt, but I won’t rule it out. I might change my mind someday,
but again, it should be no one’s decision or choice but mine.”
Sam didn’t respond. Lucas felt strange. He couldn’t tell
what Sam was thinking. He decided to test the water.
“So are we cool,
Sam? Do we understand each other?”
“I guess so.”
Sam was considerably less than enthusiastic. “Do you love me, Lucas.”
Do you love me?”
“Yes, I told my
commander and Rollon you have been a good and loving brother to
me. I feel bad because I was such an ignorant asshole.”
being too hard on yourself, Sam. There’s really nothing you
could’ve done to stop what happened to Caleb. Hopefully, you’re
no longer an ignorant asshole. Neither are your brothers.
I’m proud of them, too, Sam, but as cowboy slave brothers. I
don’t love them as much as I do you.”
“I’m pleased to
“You should be,
you’re a good man and a fine cowboy brother. Oh, and by the way,
our master loves you very much. He’s proud of your
accomplishments and is looking forward to awarding you your wings.”
All passengers, please fasten your seatbelts.” came the deep
voice of Commander Maddragon over the speaker.
Lucas and Sam
strapped themselves in and the light overhead flashed from red to
green. The information was relayed to the central computer they
were in their seats and strapped in. Sam and Lucas talked for
almost an hour about many things as the mighty Banshee lifted from its
mooring locks and slowly set out through the darkness of the caves to
finally exit into the dim sunlight of an autumn Martian sky. They
talked about their loves and their hopes for the future. Lucas
entrusted Sam with a couple of his secrets. He told Sam about his
master finally taking him as his slave as was Lazarus’ due. Lucas
shared with him what the coyotes had done the night before to invade
his and his master’s privacy. Lucas laughed about it and got Sam
laughing as well. He swore Sam to secrecy about the coyotes
because that’s the way the Admiral wanted to handle it for right
now. Sam assured him he would be discrete. During Lucas’
description of his and Lazarus bonding the evening before, Lucas kept
referring to Lazarus as his master, but several times slipped and
referred to him as ‘dad.’
consider Admiral Long your dad, don’t you?” Sam asked quietly.
“Yes, of course
I do, Sam. He’s the only father I’ve ever known. Why
wouldn’t I think of him as my dad?”
right. I guess, to be honest, I’ve always been a little jealous
of your closeness with our master, but before, I assumed he was your
biological father. I never suspected you weren’t his real son.”
“Oh, but I am
his real son. Master Long is my biological father, Sam.
Most any man can stick his dick into a woman and fertilize her to
‘biologically’ create a baby, but my dad created me from Caleb because
he wanted me for his son. My father took a lump of beaten flesh
that was Caleb Stamper who was one step away from a pet food rendering
plant, saved his life and fashioned him into his son. God made
Adam out of a lump of clay, breathed life into him and called him his
son. How much more biological can you get? Cabel, David and
Jonathan call our master 'father.' Lazarus Long was
responsible for their
creation, therefore, he's their father. You should know
better’n anyone, Elam Stamper was never Caleb’s father. Elam
never wanted him; he never accepted Caleb. He condemned an
innocent child because he got
it through his thick, ignorant, fundamentalist head his youngest son
killed his wife.”
“He wasn’t much
of a dad to any of us. I sometimes forget about those
times. I guess I just don’t want to remember them.” Sam
point, Sam, let’s not speak of the past. My past began about the
time you became my cowboy slave brother. The first time I met you
and the rest of the Stamper men at Master Hoot and Cotton’s ranch, I
was only about a month old. Lucas Long is only a little over six
years old. When Caleb and I rejoin I’ll become their combined
what you’re saying, but you gotta’ admit, it’s just a little weird.”
Sam insisted. Lucas smiled.
“A person can
live a lifetime in six years, Sam.”
“I suppose he
could at that.” Sam smiled. “Sometimes, the last six years seems
like an eternity to me.” Sam allowed.
now free to unfasten their seatbelts and move freely about the
ship. Thank you for your cooperation and have an enjoyable
flight.” said the voice. It was another voice than Lucas’
commander and he knew Trap was probably off duty.
“You’ll have to
excuse me, brother. My commander is going off duty. He’s
been up all night doing last minute pre-flight checks, seeing everyone
got on board and properly assigned. He’ll be tired, and I need to
be there to see to him.” Lucas hugged and gave Sam a quick kiss
on his cheek. “If you want, I can make time for us to get
together again during our flights to or from Venus if you need to talk
“I'd like to
think about what we’ve talked about and have another talk with you
before we have to meet with the Admiral and tell him how you’ve decided
we should handle this situation.”
decided we should handle the situation, Sam? Excuse me? I
don’t think I understand how you mean that statement. I tried to
explain how this might adversely affect me and your little brother if
it became public knowledge. I thought we decided it’s best for
both of us, Sam. Your discovery has placed me in a difficult
position, but if you mean to imply I’m being one sided, then indeed, we
have more to talk about. I’m certainly open to your input, but
perhaps you’ve forgotten there’s more than just you and me at stake
here. There’s also your youngest brother to consider.
Perhaps, we should wait and let you speak with Caleb before we talk
again. My choice of how to handle our situation takes him into
consideration. I’ll do what I must to protect him and me.
It was only by accident you discovered our secret.”
“I have a
feeling if I hadn’t I might never have known.” Sam accused.
“I think that’s
really unfair of you, Sam, you don’t know that for sure. It
wouldn’t have been the end of your world if you never found out.
You told me earlier you already placed Caleb’s death behind you.
The point is, I can’t really say whether I would have told you or
not. I just don’t know. I did mention to our master if I
decided to tell one of my bothers it would be you. I thought we
had become good friends. I’m stunned you would even say such a
thing. I’m hurt and disappointed. It’s not like you,
Sam. Brothers don’t treat brothers that way, whether they be
united by blood or owned by the same master. How could you drive
a wedge between us like that? I have nothing more to say to
you. Have a nice trip to Venus, Sam.” Lucas was about to
lose it. He felt tears of anger and frustration welling up inside
him. He got up from his seat, turned and began to walk away.
“Lucas. . .
brother. . . .” Sam called after him. “I don’t know what made me
say that. I’m sorry. Don’t be angry with me. It’s a
lot for me to absorb what with talk about you and my little brother
being separate. It seems like you don’t want to be a part of our
family no more. I feel like I don’t really know who you
are.” Sam stated without emotion.
really knew who your little brother was, Sam. You said yourself
you never took the time to get to know him. Why break with
tradition at this point? What? You think you’re gonna’ just
welcome Caleb back into the fold with open arms like a long lost
brother you never gave a shit about to begin with? Has it
occurred to you, maybe Caleb and I don’t want to be a part of your
family anymore? I’ve tried to tell you I love you as my cowboy
slave brother, because I didn’t want you to feel rejected by stating
the obvious. My last name ain’t Stamper no more, Sam. I’m
proud to carry the name of the man who saved my life, who wanted to be
my master and father bad enough to pick up the pieces of your little
brother and put him back together again. Caleb Stamper, your
little brother, died when I became Lucas Long. I came to you
today with love and forgiveness in my heart and thought we could begin
again with mutual understanding and respect. Even when you men
thought I was our master’s son, I ain’t never tried to put myself above
you or your brothers.
I don’t know what you were expecting, but
obviously it ain’t something I’m gonna’ be comfortable with. What
other option could you possibly have in mind but to spill the beans to
everyone? I would never go along with that for reasons I’ve
already told you. Bottom line, Sam, I won’t be bullied,
manipulated or pushed around by you or any Stamper anymore, and trust
me, I have the guns to back me up. You need to come
to some conclusions in your own heart, Sam. When you’re ready,
we’ll talk again. Until then, I’ll let you tell our master why we
ain’t reached an agreement. I was proud to consider you my cowboy
slave brother— now, that’s even kind of a stretch for me. I guess
we were just never meant to be brothers. Ah, well, I still have
my cowboy brothers. They’ve stood solidly behind me for the last
six years and never betrayed my trust. They love me for who I've
become and not for who they might want me to be. I guess
it’s really true what they say: sometimes the truest members of your
family are not born under the same roof as you.”
* * * * * * *
barely make the long walk to the warrior's Officer’s Quarters. It
seem each corridor stretched on for miles and his feet felt like they
were moving in slow motion. He finally reached Trap’s
cabin. He punched in the series of Visallian symbols that
represented the combination code which unlocked the sliding door.
He heard a soft swoosh as the portal opened to allow him
entrance. He entered and the door immediately closed behind him
before his eyes had a chance to adjust. The room was dark
with only a small light from a kid’s nightlight figure of Krusty the
Clown Lucas bought at the Parsons flea market for Trap. It was
of Trap’s favorite possessions. Lucas didn’t look about the room
and barely made it to the bed before he collapsed into gut wrenching
sobs. He didn’t see the man-mountain, his dragon, sitting in the
dark in his favorite easy chair. Lucas jumped as he felt a
massive pair of arms pulling him up to cradle him and kiss him on and
about his head and shoulders.
“Ah, my handsome
apprentice, what can be so wrong your loving dragon can’t make
better?” Trap whispered stealing kiss after kiss.
“Not a damn
thing, Trap. My love for you heals all hurts and rights all
wrongs. I’m so lucky and honored to have you love me.” Lucas
managed to get out before he threw his smaller arms around the
massive, bull-like neck of his warrior-mate and he shed a few tears of
“You’re easy to
love. We make a good team, you and me.” Trap said, “Now
tell your Dragon-man what has broken your heart.”
There is no
trauma in life an open mind and a big loving heart can’t make
better. Lucas Long was home in the arm’s of his warrior.
End of Chapter
49 ~ Waco’s Lummox
2007/2008 ~ Waddie Greywolf