WACO’S
LUMMOX
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
64
“If
you talk to animals, they will talk with you and you will know each
other. If you do not talk to them, you will not know them, and
what you do not know you will fear. What one fears, one
destroys." ~ Chief Dan George
“And what of
your crashed spacecraft, Sir?” Lazarus asked the thought which was on
several of the men’s minds.
“When we
returned for Monty’s mother we brought with us the tools necessary for
repair. It’s in perfect working order. Scott was going to
pilot the ship himself and take Ginny along with him, but she was
disoriented and somewhat confused. She required his constant
attention. He had to take care of her and ultimately me.
Our species rarely suffers illness but for some unknown reason I
contracted a malady which rendered me quite useless for over half our
trip
back. It was a good thing Scott was with us. He saw to our
safe return and saved my life a second time. We considered
towing it back to our planet but decided against it. With the
extra drag, it would have increased our return voyage from weeks to
months.
At the time we couldn't know Ginny's or my fate and were
in a race against time. We decided to leave the ship as a gift
for Monty if
things didn’t workout the way we planned, worse came to worse, and he
found it necessary to escape the planet on his own. As you men
know, even
though you can predict the future to some degree there are always
variables to consider and many of the old axioms are true. If
something can go wrong, it probably will, but with all that taken into
consideration, it is now yours and the Grange’s, Captain Shane, to do
with as you see fit. We know you’re not the kind of man to deny
Monty what is his by birthright or inheritance.”
“No, of course
not, I wouldn’t do that, Sir. Monty won’t always be my
slave. What he has brought to me and lain at my feet will be his
to take with him when he leaves my service.”
“Our advice
would be for you to take it now before some government UFO maven puts
two and two together and begins a search. With the proper
equipment it wouldn’t be too difficult to detect. Better it be
stored on board your mother-ship, Admiral Long, in one of your larger
hanger bays. We suggest you might consider having Monty create a
maintenance force of Hommynids for it. There are programs within
the spheres for such a function. You’re certainly welcome to back
engineer anything you find of interest, but be aware, there are certain
technologies that are meant to work only with energy beings. They
will not work for corporeal beings like yourselves, but those functions
have been carefully labeled and can be activated with similar signals
rather than the presence of an entity. You can see how they work
and perhaps adapt some of the technology for your purposes.
As a species,
you are ready for greater advances. You’ve already proved you can
handle the greatest find of your age, the world and technology the
Krell civilization left behind. Use any technology wisely and you
will be greatly rewarded for your efforts. The ship we left
behind, which Scott and Ginny irreverently refer to as ‘The Gopher’ as
a double pun for the miles its traveled and as an underground dweller,
is our gift to you, Montana. You must never try to come visit us,
Son. Our world is inhospitable to your kind, and you
would not survive even for a brief visit. Perhaps someday, when
we’ve perfected appearing for longer periods of time in corporeal form
we can come visit you.”
“I would enjoy
that, Sir.” Monty said to the projection.
“By the way,
your choice of image for your oracle couldn’t have been better.
We’ve become quite fond of Mr. Johnson.” Scott said. “I remember him
from my time on Earth and was always impressed with his acting.” he
added.
“Thank you,
Sir. He’s kept me company on many cold, rainy, lonely
nights. I’m very fond of him.” Monty blushed. Ben
smiled and nodded his head in agreement.
After answering
many questions it was beginning to get late. The sun was
beginning its slow descent in the West and the men were still sitting
around the table conversing with the two men from the spheres.
Finally, Scott said his ‘goodbyes’ to everyone, hugged and kissed Monty
and departed. Monty was devastated but happy to have met his dads
and learned about his origins. He was no longer afraid to
leave his granddad behind. After that, Admiral Long called a halt
to further communications with the oracle and the spheres were shut
down and returned to their handsome, ornate box.
“We could sit
here all evening and become overwhelmed with the amount of knowledge
we’ve learned. We can always return for more at a later
time. What we must figure out now is what to do. May I
suggest we send for the Bluebonnet and have Ms. Maybelle join
us? We can send yore’ truck back, Son.” Lazarus spoke to
Shane. “As soon it gets underway we can claim the area around the
barn and the barn itself. We can miniaturize it and store
everything on board with minimal effort.” he told them.
“What will we do
with the property, Admiral?” Shane asked.
“I don’t think
anyone is going to notice a swap from one place to another, Son.
I’m almost certain old man Dundee won’t say nothing. After all,
he did tell you to take the barn if’n you wanted it. Once we got
it fit into your ranch you can have your men get busy and slap on a
fresh
coat of paint to make it look like a new barn. No one will
be the wiser. I’d hate for you to leave it on board the
Bluebonnet when it could be handy and useful on the ranch.
Besides, with the workshops phased out of sight no one will know
they’re there. Monty could do his work and feel comfortable in
his home. We could use it for a secondary lab for the development
of more bio-mechanical clones for the whale brains. We should
work together to take Monty and Dexter to Mars as soon as possible to
spend some time with professor Wankle and his associate. After we
drop off the barn at your ranch, Captain Shane, we can move the
miniaturized grab of the starship into one of the larger bays on the
Bandersnatch and bring it back up to size. You men up for a ride?”
“Let’s do it,
Admiral.” spoke Shane, “I can’t abide the idea all the work and love
what went into this place might fall into the wrong hands, be
vandalized or worse, completely destroyed. On our ranch it will
be protected and utilized. Furthermore, after his initial three
month break in period, I have no problem with Monty living in his home
as long as he performs his duties as we decide as my slave. He
can use it to entertain any of his cowboy slave buddies and have a
modicum of privacy. I don’t foresee any problems.” spoke Shane
with conviction.
Monty was in awe
of these men. Dexter was right. Giving himself to his new
master was the greatest thing he did in a while. Although his
oracle told him about these men taking huge properties and storing them
on their ships he was nonetheless amazed. He wanted to witness it
for himself. He was further encouraged and overjoyed he would get
to preserve the many hours of labor and inspiration which went into the
creation of his humble shack. He was proud of his accomplishments
and would be comfortable living in the shack again. This was
working out better than he might have imagined when Judge Anderson
called him into his chambers and set him down for their talk. He
should have trusted the older man, and if he ever ran across him again,
he would pay homage to him and thank him. Gil Morris
volunteered to drive Shane’s truck back to the ranch and took off
leaving the men by themselves. After saying their ‘goodbyes’ to
Monty and the rest of the men, Cable, David and Jonathan returned to
sickbay on the Bandersnatch. Admiral Long ordered Kyron to notify
Ms. Maybelle and have her bring Captain Shane’s ship, the Bluebonnet,
to them. It didn’t take much smarts for Monty to figure out
that’s why some folks like Bobby and Dexter referred to Shane as
‘Captain.’ He was the captain of his own spaceship. Monty
was more than a little impressed.
“If you plan on
take’n the whole barn, can I have a minute to warn my workers in case
there’s movement they ain’t suspecting; maybe they can secure some of
the more delicate lab-ware and electronic equipment, Captain?”
“How long will
it take?”
“Only a few
seconds, Sir.”
“Yes, I
remember, time passes differently here than in your workshop, right?”
Shane grinned at him.
“Exactly, Sir.”
Monty smiled at him.
“Do it.” Shane
told him. Monty was away in a flash. He returned within
five minutes. “All done, Sir. Everything’s secure.” he said
confidently.
“Gee, what took
you so long?” Shane winked at him. “Is the scarecrow strapped down
tight?”
“Yes, Sir, I
supervised his securing. He won’t move.” Monty assured him.
“Good.” said
Shane, “He’s valuable property.”
Monty noticed
Waco, Ox and Captain Vinceeth and Indigo/Blue were no longer with the
men. There was only the Admiral, Charlie Goodnight, Cole, Jessie
Watkins and Utah left.
“Where did
Captain Waco and his friends go?” Monty asked Shane.
“While you were
gone the Admiral sent for Captain Waco’s ship the Buttercup. He
will go to our ranch and extract the exact amount of land we plan on
setting down. He will store it on his ship and add it to some
other land grabs we’ve made. This piece of property will fit
right into the area like it was a correct jigsaw puzzle piece and was
meant only for that slot. It will look like it was there for some
time.”
“Amazing.”
grinned Monty.
“Everyone
ready?” asked the Admiral. The men were gathered together.
They
nodded.
“Bring us
aboard, Ms. Maybelle.” the Admiral ordered. There was a bright
flash and the men were standing on the bridge of the Bluebonnet.
“Wow! That
was really neat?” exclaimed Monty. Shane and the Admiral went to
work and Monty watched the big holo-video screen as his barn and shack
seemed to shrink to a small rectangle. It was in the middle of a
huge chunk of raw land that looked like it had been scooped out for
strip mining. He watched it disappear and almost gasped for
breath. Charlie Goodnight was standing beside him and chuckled.
“I still ain't
used to the idea, Son. I seen ‘em do it thirty times or
more, but it still seems like magic.” he grinned at the look on Monty’s
face.
“Have you
located the ship, Ms. Maybelle?” Shane asked.
“Yes, Sir,
Captain Shane. It’s about three hundred feet below the surface in
solid bedrock, Sir.”
“Good, then
there shouldn’t be a depression left when we extract it.” Shane allowed.
“Not for a
while, anyway.” added the Admiral. The pressure of the soil may
cause it to cave in later, but it will look like a large sink
hole. They happen a lot around these, here, parts.” he
grinned. The men laughed. Monty figured correctly these men
did
this so many times it became routine for them.
“What about the
cavity left from taking the property the barn was on?” Monty
asked.
“By this time
tomorrow, enough water will have flowed in from the creek it will be
the beginning of a small lake. You’re granddad can go fishing in
his own pond.” Cole spoke. “When the water reaches a level to continue
on, it will run in the creek again and cover up any signs something is
missing. He’ll have a Devil of a time convincing anyone his barn
was stolen.” Cole grinned.
“We have the
ship on board, Captain Shane.” said Ms. Maybelle.
“Good!
Thanks, Ms. Maybelle. Nice evening of shopping, everyone.” Shane
chuckled, “Let’s head on over to our ranch, if you please, Ms.
Maybelle.”
“Underway,
Captain.” replied Ms. Maybelle.
Monty couldn’t
believe what was happening. All of these revelations on his part
and the part of his new family were almost too much for him to
handle. The afternoon was one adrenaline rush after
another. He
wondered how he would ever get to sleep that night. He knew what
he needed to sort his mind and relax him, but Coyote John was no
longer available to him. The big Indian man crept into his
thoughts from time to time, and he wondered how he was doing. His
cock would start to swell every time he thought about John, but he just
attributed it to a conditioned sexual response. He didn’t think
about John as a good companion, but Monty had to admit, the Coyote was
an animal in the sack. He could scratch Monty’s deepest itch and
leave him wrung out like an old dishrag, dreaming of more. Monty
didn't have any problem separating the two in his mind. He loved
the
uncompromisingly demanding, raw rutting animal, but simply tolerated
the
man. Even though they didn’t have much in common, Monty found
Coyote John a comfort just to have around. Suddenly his heart
sank. What if Jimmy Joe broke him and killed the wonderful beast
inside Coyote John? He couldn’t let that happen. Was Coyote
John smart enough to sort things out for himself and hold onto his raw
animal, like Jimmy Joe did?
Monty’s itch
shifted his thinking back to his need. He didn’t even have one of
his cowboy slave brothers lined up to entertain for the evening.
He looked longingly at Charlie Goodnight and thought how fine it might
be to spend an evening in his big, mature cowboy arms, but a good
looking man like him probably had all the company he needed. He
wondered if he could sweet talk big Bart into a mercy fuck. Giant
Telly would be his second choice. They were men of considerable
sexual powers with more than a little compassion, and to Monty's way of
thinking, their best quality was they carried
little baggage. Although he loved his two slave daddies, he was
hesitant to ask big Phil because of his close attachment with his
partner, and he decided he didn’t particularly like threesomes with
them. While Eli was good and joined in, Monty was sensitive
enough to tell his heart wasn’t in it. Eli’s heart belonged to
only one cowboy and that was Phil Pie. However, the thought of
him
lying between big Bart and Telly made Monty’s dick drool
overtime. Bart and Telly were two rough and rowdy
wranglers. Neither had any hidden agendas. What you saw was
what you got. While they loved and respected each other they saw
sex
as a full-time sport and recreation. They would fuck anything
with a hole as long has it was legal, consented and held still long
enough.
He considered
Jimmy Joe Russell’s words about finding his own partner. He
thought how great it might be to have someone with whom to discuss his
day
while his partner slowly straightened out the kinks of his physical
need. The strangest thought crossed his mind. What would
it be like to own Coyote John for his own personal slave? He
laughed at himself for having such an impossible pipe dream. He
better worry about getting through his own slavery first. So far,
he had to admit, compared to the rest of his life, being Master Shane’s
slave was beginning to look a lot like an extended pleasure
cruise. He couldn’t foresee boredom on the horizon. The ship arrived
over the Potter/Goodnight ranch and the process was reversed. Ms.
Maybelle transferred the exact dimensions of their land grab to Ms.
Myra and the Buttercup lifted an exact section to match that which was
taken from the creek area about a hundred yards below the old swimming
hole.
Shane didn’t want his swimming hole disturbed. That
area was one of the most beautiful places on the ranch and certainly
had many pleasant and sentimental memories for a number of
people. At fifty yards beyond the swimming hole, the creek made a
sharp turn to the right and ran past a high embankment which jutted up
and out like a small mountain. The flow continued down into
another well hidden glen which couldn't be seen from the main road and
entry to the
ranch. Unless you drove onto the property and down into one of
the valleys you wouldn’t be able to see it. It was obscured by
the embankment. It couldn’t be seen from any of the main
buildings on the property except from the second story of the foreman’s
house on the highest hill. It placed the
old barn a good way away from everything, but Shane thought that might
be good since they didn’t want to draw attention to it. Monty
might have to walk a ways, but he would, also, be afforded some privacy
down in the separate glen. In comparison, it was only about half
the distance from the bunkhouse than the old barn was from the front
house on the Dundee property.
The piece of property fit perfectly and the stream of water forked,
divided and came together
just like it did on the Dundee farm. Monty couldn’t believe what
he was witnessing. Everything fit into place including the old
bridge. With his master’s permission, it would be one of his
first
projects to repair and strengthen. Captain Shane
gave the order to return to the Bandersnatch and Ms. Maybelle quickly
complied. They were over the area and transferred the alien ship
down into one of the larger hanger bays on the Bandersnatch and
enlarged it to full size. Their mission was complete. The
men on board the Bluebonnet watched in awe as the large ship regained
its size. It was different from any craft they ever saw
before. It looked like a gigantic crystal chandelier. It
was somewhat of a rectangular shape, but had a huge crystal dome on top
that looked like an observation dome. It was breathtakingly
beautiful. It sparkled and radiated the lights from the cargo
bay. It gave one the impression of being not only a highly
advanced spacecraft, but also a work of sophisticated art. It
seemed to say, ‘Why travel the universe in a tin can when you can have
the beauty of a crystal ship?’ With the lights shining on it and
the cameras moving around, it seemed to change colors like a cephalopod
in the height of mating season.
“Now we know
where your talents for art come from, Monty.” said Cole Jenkins.
“Indubitably.”
agreed the Admiral.
“How beautiful.”
said Charlie in awe.
“How could
anything that delicate looking hold up in space?” Monty asked
rhetorically.
“I’m sure you’ll
find out,” laughed Shane, “but whatever you discover I expect you
to share with us. We’ve opened to you and I promise, we will keep
no secrets from you.”
“I have no need
for secrecy anymore, Captain Shane. As an example, I’ve loved the
Ongs for many years, but I always felt like Dexter and I were
impositions on them. As hard as we tried, we never felt like we
fit in. For the first time, I think I understand the meaning of
family, and now believe, all this time, I’ve underestimated the
Ongs. It weren’t the Ong’s fault. Lord knows they tried to
include us in everything they did. They never pushed themselves
on us, but they were always there when we needed them. What you
said is right. The Ongs should be included in all our lives
because they are part of our greater family. They have much to
offer those they love. I think we’ve found a home with you and
the Grange, Sir, and the thought of leaving the Ongs behind would be
too painful to consider.”
Shane dropped
his big arm around Monty and pulled him close. No one
commented. No words were necessary. Ms. Maybelle docked the
Bluebonnet and the men met up with Captain Waco and his men outside the
ship. Monty couldn’t believe the size of the Bandersnatch.
He could see row after row of ships just like the Bluebonnet and
Buttercup.
“How many ships
does the Bandersnatch carry?” he asked no one in particular.
“Three hundred,
Monty, but there are docking bays for another two hundred. There
are twenty docking bays for much larger ships like yours.” Shane
told him. Monty smiled at the thought Shane was acknowledging the
‘Gopher’ was his ship.
“Can we go look
at her?” Monty asked.
“Let’s save that
for later. Depending on our schedules, we’ll get to it as soon as
possible. We’re as anxious as you to investigate its
wonders. It’s safe now. No one can take it away from you or
us. We’ve had a full day and have many new things to
consider. I want us to sleep on it before we tackle the
Gopher. It’s late. We ain’t had us no supper yet. We
need to get back and check out the barn and its contents to make sure
ever’thing’s all right.” said Shane.
The men had to
go through a gate or make the long walk back to the central part of the
ship. To save time, they wanted to go directly to sickbay.
It was Monty’s first experience with a gate. When it sprang up
he was as surprised as most people.
“It’s a gate to
sickbay, Son.” Shane told him. “Your little brother, Bobby and Maxine
use one almost every day to visit Cable and his brothers. Think
you’ll have a problem with it?”
“Naw, Sir, I’m
ready.” Monty grinned. Shane patted him on the back as they
walked through together. They arrived in the sickbay and Cable
was waiting for them.
“I know you men
are tired and need to get to your supper, but we would like to have a
sample of Monty’s blood so we can have it analyzed and ready for any
further physical exams Captain Shane might like us do. Besides,
the transmission from Monty’s father has our curiosity peaked.” Cable
entreated.
“Roll up your
sleeve, Son, doctor Cable rules the sickbay, and if’n we want to pass
through, we humor him.” Shane grinned at Monty. Monty complied
and Cable had him sit on one of the examination tables. “While we’re at
it, Kyron, would you be so kind as to assign robo-cams to our new slave
and family member.” Shane added.
“Done!
Captain
Shane.” replied Kyron. Monty had no idea what robo-cams
were. “Testing.” said Kyron, and on one of the holo-video screens
in sickbay was a holographic image of Monty sitting on the table.
“Cool.” he said,
“Where are the cameras?”
“In the same
space your Hommynids inhabit.” The Admiral told him.
“Neat. So
you can get pictures and audio. That’s where the intelligence's
voice came
from.” Monty understood. “I wonder if they could be installed in my
workshops to monitor their activities?”
“Probably.
Good thinking. It’s ideas like that, with which we’ll be able to
help each other.” said Admiral Long.
“Has anyone ever
taken a blood sample from you, Monty?” Cable asked.
“Naw, Sir.
I never had no shots of any kind. When I went to school I just
told ‘em I had all my shots. They never checked. Other than
one real bad cold when the Ong’s took care of me, I ain’t never had me
no
illnesses I can remember. Ain’t never had no needle stuck in
me. Will it hurt?” he asked.
“You’ll feel a
brief pin prick, but look away if you’re fearful.” Cable said.
“No, go
ahead. It’s something I might need to know.” he allowed.
“That’s what an
inquisitive mind would say.” Cable smiled at Monty. He took
several vials of his blood and carefully labeled them. Cable
withdrew the needle and had Monty hold a piece of cotton saturated with
alcohol against the wound and press gently. Cable set the vials
in a wire rack and the syringe on a metal counter. He returned to
Monty’s arm to place a bandage over the wound, but when he took the
cotton away the wound was nowhere to be seen.
“Spontaneous
healing.” Cable observed. “How long have you been able to do that,
Son?” he asked Monty.
“All my life,
Sir. I accidentally cut my finger off one time, put it back in
place and it healed back together within fifteen minutes. Hurt
like a mother for a while, but there was no residual damage.
See?” Monty showed him his little finger was fully functional
with no scarring.
“We have several
in our family who can that. Jesse Watkins and Utah can do
it. Also, the Holy Prophet’s main squeeze, Officer Brett Jones
can do it. He’s taught his cousin who lives among us in the
colonies how to do it. We have several Evanescent children who
can heal themselves and others. It will be interesting to compare
your blood with theirs.” Cable mused.
“We might be
descended from the same tree?” Jessie smiled at him.
“Was your
companion always a canid, Master Watkins?” Monty asked Jesse.
“Show him,
Son.” Jesse spoke to Utah. The beautiful dog began to morph
before Monty’s stunned eyes and grew to be a perfect, handsome young
man with a full head of blond hair that hung down in ringlets to his
shoulders. He was completely naked. He was muscular and
a well endowed young man. He looked somewhat like a human collie
might. He spoke to Monty.
“This is how I
look in human form. I’m able to speak to you in my canine form
like my good friend Maxine and her family. I was given to Master
Jesse hundreds of years ago as his slave and companion; so many years
ago, I lost count. It was my punishment for doing some terrible
things and being an incorrigible, irreconcilable human. I tried
hard to rebel, but being a dog taught me some lessons in trust and
companionship I never would have learned any other way. Today, I
don’t look upon my punishment as a terrible thing; in fact, I rather
prefer to remain a dog. There’s certain advantages I won’t go
into. I have served my time as master Jesse’s slave. I can
change my appearance at will. I’m free to go my way, but I choose
to
remain with Master Jesse and be his companion. I refer to him as
‘master’ because he has become my mentor and teacher. Over the
years, I have grown to love and appreciate him for the fine man he
is. I’m quite happy being his companion. He needs
me.” Utah said with conviction.
Jesse smiled at
his companion, patted him on his back and nodded his approval.
Utah smiled and immediately changed himself back into a beautiful
collie dog.
“Do you have the
power to change people physically, Master Watkins?”
“Yes, Son, I do,
so does my companion. We have discovered he has several talents I
don’t, and together, we worked to develop them. We changed the
Holy Prophet’s plumbing into a woman’s while leaving his outward
appearance as a man.” Jesse grinned.
“Why would you
do a thing like that, Sir?” Monty asked in awe.
“Because he
pissed me off.” Jesse laughed and so did the other men.
“The truth is,
Monty, Jeremiah Scudder disobeyed my master and didn’t keep his
word. He gave my master his solemn oath he wouldn’t do something
and he done it anyways. First my master removed his male
genitalia and gave him a vagina, but with no internal plumbing.
Now, he don’t wanna’ be changed back. He asked my master to
install the full works, and we done it. He wants to have Officer
Jones’ baby.” Utah explained using the cowboy vernacular.
“This is all too
much for me. You people are far more than I imagined, and yet you
seem so...?”
“Basic?
Down to Earth country folks? Dumb local yokels? Stupid
redneck cowboys?” Shane grinned at him.
“Not so harsh as
them words, Master, but certainly unexpected for your outward
appearance. How was I to know? I reckon I weren’t the only
one surprised. I’ll bet my little brother almost stripped a cog.”
he grinned.
“I thought we
were going to have to wind him up again.” Cable made a joke to come to
Monty’s rescue. Everyone laughed. Biodroids don’t make
jokes too often, but Cable developed a sense of humor over the
years. He could even get a laugh out of his stoic father once in
a while.
“Do you think I
might develop powers like yours and Utah’s, Master Watkins?” Monty
asked.
“Don’t know,
Son. Sounds to me like you got a good start. It took me
hundreds of years to develop some of my abilities. A closer look
at your physical makeup, blood and DNA will tell us a lot.” Jesse told
him.
“We’ll bring him
back tomorrow when we come to look over our new alien spaceship
affectionately known as the Gopher. It’s too pretty to be named
after a rodent, but the man for whom it was intended should decide what
he wants to call it.” Shane smiled at Monty. “For now, we best be
getting though the gate to our ranch. While you were seeing to
your workers I phoned the ranch. Ms. Biddle held supper for us so
we’ll break with tradition and you will eat your supper with us
this evening, Son. We got several things to do before turning in
for the evening. We best be saying ‘goodbye’ to you good men and
thank you for coming to share the wonders of our new brother’s world.”
The men said
their ‘goodbyes’ and as always had one last thing to say. It took
thirty minutes for the men to walk through the gate to their respective
ranches. Monty smiled as they came out into the old barn he only
peaked into several times looking for Dexter. He never found
him, but he could have sworn, a couple of times, he saw Bobby, Maxine
and his small companion disappear inside. Now he understood
why. They exited into the beautiful first pasture which ran up to
the fence with the main houses just beyond. They smiled at each
other when they saw Bobby, Maxine, and Dexter running toward them
laughing and giggling. Boss Potter and Gil Morris were following
at a more leisurely pace. Dexter ran to Monty’s arms.
“Brother!
Our home, it arrived special delivery! It was wonderful!” he
cried out. Monty got a big grin on his face as he grabbed Dexter
up, swung him around, and gave him a big hug.
“You little
monster!” Monty laughed, “I should do my very worst Dr. Smith routine
on you, but I won’t. Now you’re gonna’ give me a big lecture
about how I should always listen to you and trust you, right?” Dexter
was giggling and shaking his head.
“No, I’ve grown
beyond that, but to be honest, the thought crossed my mind.” Dexter
replied.
“You were right,
little brother, but you know what? I don’t need no two hundred
dollars for passing ‘go’ or no 'free parking' jackpot as long as I got
you. You're the bestest jackpot a big brother could have.” Monty
hugged Dexter and
gave him a kiss. Dexter was giggling like crazy. “How does
the barn look?” Monty asked.
“Fantastic!
It’s
perfect. We watched as another ship took a huge chunk of land and
then Mr. Morris explained Captain Shane’s ship would come along and
deposit our old barn. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Them cowboys all watched. They were as amazed as I was.
Jenny recognized it right away and made a run for it. She’s down
there inside the barn waiting for us.”
“We’ll go check
it out a little later, but first we need to have supper.”
“We stuck our
heads in and nothing looks out of order. A couple of books fell
out of our bookcases, but that’s about all. It’s amazing.” Dexter
rambled on.
The men went to
the big house and Ms. Biddle was ready for them. There was plenty
for all. Monty fell in love with Ms. Essmee Fay’s food. It
was down-home basic, but it was delicious. Talk was lively around
the table and the men felt like they accomplished something
wonderful. They told Boss Potter, Bobby, Mr. Morris and Dexter
about Monty’s father and how he came to be.
“Didn’t I tell
you one time I thought you might be a starchild?” Dexter grinned at his
big brother.
“Yes, and I
quickly dismissed the idea.”
“Does this mean
Monty and I will get to live in the barn again, Captain Shane?” Dexter
asked.
“No, you will
continue to live with Bobby and Mr. Morris, Dex. I need you right
where you are for now. According to Bobby and Mr. Morris,
they are very impressed and encouraged with your teaching abilities,
and
we need to get your brother educated. You have a new life now and
so does your big brother. Monty won’t be living down there right
away either. He has three months as a baby slave, and I expect
him
to stay close to his cowboy slave brothers for that period. Like
everything else around here, that ain’t a hard and fast rule. I
can be flexible as long as you respect my position. There might
be times I give him permission to stay overnight down there if’n we
decide he’s got a good reason. That also includes you spending a
quality evening with him from time to time. I think the two of
you need to get off by yourselves to reestablish your
relationship. I don’t want you drifting apart.”
“Yes, Sir,
Captain Shane, I understand.” Dexter replied without remorse.
Monty smiled. He was happy to see the rapport his little brother
had with their master. He thought everything was going to work
out fine. Shane’s cell phone rang.
“Hello.” he
listened for a minute. “How’s things over to ma’ brother’s place,
Sir.” he listened some more and grinned real big. “I don’t know,
he’s had a busy day, can you hang on a second, Sir?” Shane
pressed the hold button on his phone. “It’s Ramrod
Russell on the phone, Son. I understand you two got to know each
other pretty well last Sunday afternoon.” he grinned, “He wants to know
if you’d like some company this evening. You can stay down to
your place this evening, if’n you like.”
“Tell him
absolutely, positively, yes, Master Shane. I would be honored and
pleased to entertain him this evening.” Monty effused. Monty
couldn’t think of a better man to straighten his mind and give him some
comfort. If he didn’t know better, he might almost consider this
a stroke of divine providence. Shane pressed the hold button
again to continue their conversation.
“He will be
happy to have you as his guest this evening in his new home.” Shane
smiled as he listened. “We’ll explain when you get here. Come
through the gate and up to the big house. Join us for coffee and
dessert.” Shane said ‘goodbye’ and put his cell phone away.
He grinned and winked at Monty. Monty blushed and everyone at the
table laughed except Dexter. He didn’t understand why they were
laughing. Bobby thought he might talk with Captain Shane about
explaining to Dexter about cowboy love. He didn’t foresee any
problem. As long as Bobby presented something to Shane in an
adult, reasoned, well thought out manner he always approved anything
Bobby wanted to do, but Bobby never failed to run it by his dad
first. He was good about remembering his place in the chain of
command.
“Something you
said earlier about folks around you not appearing as old as their
chronological age, Captain— does that apply to Master Russell,
Sir?” Monty asked shyly. Several of the men grinned.
Bobby giggled.
“Yes, it does,
Son. Ramrod Russell is a prime example.” Shane said without
nuance. Monty laughed. “What’s so funny?” Shane asked.
“I asked him how
come he looked so young to have been a slave for twenty years? He
told me it was because he had lots and lots of sex.” everyone
around the table fell out laughing. Monty continued, “He said
if’n I wanted to remain young looking I needed to have sex and plenty
of it.” the men laughed even harder. “But that ain’t the funniest
part, Sir. I believed him!” Monty declared and laughed at
his own naivete. Shane was about to drop to the floor laughing.
“‘At sounds
about right for Ramrod Russell. He said tonight is his night
alone, and he promised he’d take you up on yore’ offer. His
live-in slave, Bert Stamper, is required to spend Thursday nights and
all day Friday with his masters, Hoot Austin and Cotton Daniels, on
their ranch. I didn’t have time to explain earlier, but I know
you have to have some understanding about DNA from your work with
Dexter and your team in your lab. Over the centuries certain
humans have developed a longevity gene which allowed an open ended DNA
strand as a throwback to man’s earliest days on our planet. There
were old Sumerian legends of man living to be hundreds of years
old. Some of those legends found their way into the old
testament. We were
developed as a hybrid specie from another race of star people and the
indigenous primates on this planet. We were originally created to
work the land, grow crops and animals for their consumption, and to
work in mines to produce gold ore for them. Our forefathers were
the Cro-Magnon or Neanderthal man and a race called the Anunnaki from a
planet known as Nibiru. That’s why today man is the only mammal
on our planet without a bone in its penis and the women of our specie’s
womb is permanently attached to her interior. All other species
have free floating sacks.
The planet
Nibiru was flown, like a spaceship, to our solar system approximately
a hundred and forty-three thousand years years ago and remains here
today as the
planet Venus. It’s not uncommon to find huge planets hollowed out
with entire civilizations living beneath the surface. There are
fewer planets than you might think in any galaxy with the exact
delicate balance of all elements to produce life and evolution.
Many advanced civilizations have had to make their homes inside of
planets. Upon first
creating their new hybrid, man lived to be many hundreds of years old,
but
as time progressed, his DNA and genetic information mutated to only
allow him around a hundred years if all went well and he lived a
healthy life. Other times, life expectancy was sometimes less
than forty years. Giovanni Pergolesi created a large volume
of musical works in the eighteen century and died by the age of
twenty-six. Several members of our Grange have the gene
occurring naturally within them. Admiral Long and Jesse Watkins
are examples, but we have several more.
You might find it
interesting to know our Admiral is over two thousand years old.
We have no idea how old Mr. Watkins is. We know his companion is
older than Admiral Long. Anyway, to make a long story short,
Admiral Long and his men created a serum what can add the missing
genetic information, alter human DNA, prolong our lives and somewhat
reverse the ravages of aging.” Monty and Dexter
looked at Shane like they were stunned. Shane continued. “That’s why we
wanted to test your blood. Because you’re a hybrid, you might
possibly have a similar genetic structure. Outside of an
unforeseen catastrophe, you might very well be immortal by normal human
standards. I wasn’t kidding when I told you Jenny might also be
immortal because of your intervention in her death. We give the
longevity shot, we call the ‘longshot,’ to those of our family who wish
to have it. We have already offered it to the Ongs. They
are considering it. Which reminds me, after dinner I need to call
Mr. Ong and invite him and his family over for next Sunday to spend the
day with us.”
“You mean
grandfather and grandmother Ong might have their aging processed
reversed, and they will live much longer?” Dexter asked in awe.
“It does,
Son. It won’t reverse their aging, but because their genetic
information will be so radically changed it will cause renewal of
their degenerating systems. After six months or more
they’ll appear about the age Mr. and Mrs. Ong look now, but Mr. Ong and
his wife will appear even younger.” Shane replied. Monty just
stared at him. Shane smiled to see the young man’s eyes began to
water. Monty quickly took his napkin and wiped them.
Bobby and Dexter
got up and helped Ms. Biddle clear the table. They were helping
her with clean up for the evening. They helped her bring in
coffee and dessert for the men. Jimmy Joe Russell arrived, and
knocked on the back screen door. Shane nodded for Monty to go
greet
him. Monty jumped up out of his chair and hurried to the
backdoor. He let Jimmy Joe in, bowed to him and fell to his knees
to pay homage to his boots. They went through the ritual and
Jimmy Joe kissed Monty with a gentle passion that set the young man’s
heart on fire. Monty knew it was going to be a good
evening. Jimmy Joe planned to see to Monty's comfort.
“It’s good to
see you again, slave.” he said quietly with sincerity.
“You don’t know
how good it is to see you, Sir. You’re an answer to a prayer.”
Monty grinned.
“How’s that,
young’un?” Jimmy Joe asked.
“May I explain
later, Sir?” he requested.
“Of course, no
problem.” he dropped his big arm over Monty’s shoulder, and they walked
into the dinning room together. The men stood to shake his
hand. Jimmy Joe went around the table greeting the men, Bobby and
Dexter. Shane offered him a seat next to Monty. Coffee and
hot, fresh peach cobbler with homemade vanilla ice cream melting on top
was sitting before him.
“This looks and
smells like cowboy heaven to me.” he grinned, “I was fortunate to have
Ms. Biddle’s
cobbler once before, and I ain’t never tasted me none finer.” he
allowed. Essmee Biddle heard him, smiled and waved her hand at
him like he said that to all the pretty cooks. Jimmy Joe took a
big bite and got a look of extreme pleasure on his face. “I ain’t
got me no idea what heaven might be like, but part of it has to include
peach cobbler with ice cream.” he allowed. The men agreed
with him. He continued, “What’s this I hear about you having
yore'
own place?” he asked Monty. Monty looked to Shane for
help.
“We done got us
another land grab this evening, Ramrod. You’ll understand when
you see it. We got us a new barn on the property with a
shack Monty and Dexter lived in. I could tell you about it, but
you wouldn’t believe me.” the other men nodded and grinned as
they ate their dessert.
“I’ll look
forward to it. I ain’t too proud to stay in a shack if’n the
company’s good.” the men laughed a little too much at his
statement. He wondered what he said was so funny.
“The term
‘shack’ was something Monty used to describe where he and Dexter
lived. It’s probably the most impressive shack I ever
seen.” Shane said casually. The other men backed him up.
“Just take it
from us, Son,” spoke Boss Potter, “you will be comfortable in Monty’s
shack. To describe it would be futile. You must witness it
for yourself.”
“You got my
curiosity aroused.” he grinned.
“Just don’t let
yore' curiosity jump out a’ yore’ pants, Ramrod. They’s children
and a lady
present.” laughed Shane. Jimmy Joe grinned and the men shared a
laugh. Dexter even got that one.
“If twenty years
of slavery didn’t teach me nothing else, Captain Shane, it taught me a
few social manners.” he allowed.
“After ten years
I ain’t real sure I learned all I need, Ramrod, but I keep work’n at
it.” he smiled at Jimmy Joe.
“I think you
done well, Son.” Jimmy Joe complimented his host. “Beside, you done got
chore’ pa to turn you over his knee if’n you fergit yore’ manners.”
“And, believe it
or not, he does from
time to time.” grinned Shane and winked at Cole. "I always
deserve it." he added.
“How is your
baby slave coming along, Ramrod?” Cole asked.
“He’s going
through the motions. Without a lot of details, he’s responding
but holding back a lot. I’d say he’s about where he should
be. I have to give him a grade ever’ day and so far he’s done
above average. We’ve had worse baby slaves. Tomorrow marks
the end of his first week. He’s got one more week of break-in to
go. We done took care of him earlier and got him bedded down for
the night. We got us two more slaves coming Saturday and two more
the following weekend so I’m gonna’ be pretty busy for the next several
months. I got the evening off and was git’n cabin fever sit’n
around my bunkhouse by mayself. I needed a change of scenery.”
“Glad you
called. Good to have you join us. Come over anytime you
need to get away. Ya’ don’t need to pack a bag. H’it ain’t
a fur trip.” grinned Boss Potter.
“Thank you,
Sir.” he replied. “Them gates shore’ save on transportation
costs.” he allowed.
The men finished
supper. Shane excused himself and Cole from the rest of the
men. They were going to go with Monty and Jimmy Joe down to the
barn to check things out. Shane called Monty into the living room
for a minute to talk with him privately.
“The facilities
in your quarters should be working, Son, but if not, use the bunkhouse
showers. The ramrod won’t mind. He’s flexible and
accommodating. Since we don’t have a lot planned for tomorrow
report back to me for breakfast, and we’ll plan our day from
there. Be sure and invite your guest for breakfast with us in the
morning.”
“Some’um strange
is going on here, Master Shane. I held back a pair a’ them boots
I made and hid ‘em under my bed.” he said sort of sheepishly.
“I know, I saw
you do it, but I assumed you were gonna’ keep ‘em for yourself. I
don’t have no problem with that. You deserve a pair of your own
boots.”
“Naw, Sir, I
done it before I knew you were gonna’ lift the property. If I
wanted them for myself, I would’ve asked you for ‘em and jes’ threw ‘em
in with my stuff. Besides, they ain’t my size. Here’s the
strange part, Master; I put them there with the full intent of making a
present of them to Ramrod Russell. I had no idea if I’d ever see
him again. Ain’t never had nothing like this happen to me
before. It sort a’ sends chills up my spine.”
“It’s happened
to me before, Son. Just don’t repress your feelings. Open
yourself to these things, but be sure and communicate them so your
intentions ain’t misunderstood. Many of our members are getting
glimpses of the future. Maxine and Boss Potter had vivid dreams
about you and Dexter before we met you. We didn’t believe
Maxine because she dreamed your boy weren’t alive like a normal
human. We thought, because she's a dog, she didn’t see things
clearly. We was the ones what didn’t see things clearly.
Weren’t nothing wrong with Maxine’s receiver.” Shane grinned at him.
“May I give them
to him, Sir?”
“Of course you
can. You may be my slave, but I wouldn’t disperse any of them
boots without checking with you first. H’it ain’t a matter of you
being my salve and owing ever’ thing what was yours, it’s a matter of
manners, Son. As long as you keep that in mind, and you have so
far, you won’t have no problems adjusting to our way of life.” Monty hugged
Shane and thanked him for his understanding. “Just out of
curiosity, Son, how did you know his size?”
“No secrets?”
Monty said grinning and blushing at the same time, “Paying homage
to a man’s boots tells me a lot about him. Having a deeply rooted
fetish for cowboy footwear helps. I can tell you the size of
ever’ man’s foot on this ranch. I can hand ‘em a pair what will
fit them like they's made for ‘em.” Monty smiled but continued to
blush at his admission.
“‘At’s a secret
we share, buckaroo. Me and ma’ pa make the beast with two backs
in our boots ever' now and then.” Shane threw back his handsome head
and
laughed. Monty giggled.
“Then, I ain’t
the only one? I jes’ thought it was me.” he said shyly.
“Y’ain’t alone,
slave.” Shane hugged him again. “Then I take it you don’t mind
the slave ritual?” Shane asked.
“Not a bit,
Master, but I’m reserved about it. I don’t wanna’ seem too
anxious. A cowboy might git the idea I’s some kind of pervert.”
he grinned.
“Oh, Son, you
got the right cowboy with you for the night. If any man can git
chu’ over that hump, it’s Jimmy Joe Russell. You can trust
him. Tell him your secret, and see what he has to say about it.”
Shane grinned at him.`
“After today,
I’m certain my dad picked the right cowboy for my master, Captain
Shane. You’re like the big brother I ain't never had.” he said
with sincerity. He dropped to his knees and began to pay homage
to Shane’s big boots. Shane grinned as he completed the ritual
with him.
“How’s them
dirty old boots of mine taste, Son?” Shane grinned.
“The best,
Master! Like my brother Little Bear said about your big brother’s
boots, I’ll try my damnedest to eat ‘em off’n you if I can.” Monty
laughed.
“What’s my size,
slave-boy?” Shane challenged with a half grin.
“Eleven and a
half double E!” exclaimed Monty without hesitation. “I got just
the right pair for you, Master, but I wanna’ finish ‘em special.
Ever’ cowboy worth his salt ought a’ own a pair of ‘Goodnight
Buckaroos' what says they belong to him and no other cowboy.
They’s gotta’ stand up and speak for they’s-selves. They gotta’
say, ‘I’s the finest pair of boots a cowboy can own! I be
‘Goodnight Buckaroos’! If’n y’ain’t wear’n a pair, y’ain’t shit!”
Monty poured on the cowboy lingo. They shared a good laugh with
each other, another hug, a gentle kiss, and returned to Cole and Ramrod
Russell. Shane was still grinning and shaking his head as they
walked up to the men.
“I do hope
you’ll take good care of ma’ little brother-slave, Ramrod. You’re
about to have the most unexpected and memorable evening you’ve ever
had, cowboy.” Shane laughed. Cole had a good idea what is partner
was talking about and laughed with him. Jimmy Joe raised an
eyebrow, but as a cowboy was not to be outdone.
“Cowboy up!” he
laughed.
The men were in
a jovial mood as they walked down though the first pasture and crested
the ridge to the second pasture. It was a wonderful, warm Texas
night with the moon nearly full, and you could see everything.
About halfway through the second pasture the ponies were standing
together for the night but from among them came a loud hee-haw and a
small four legged critter started a full run for Monty. Monty
called to her.
“Yes, it’s
me! I told you I’d see you again. You jes’ never believe me
no more.” Monty said. Jenny ran right up to him and nuzzled
him. He petted her and introduced her to Ramrod Russell.
“Ramrod Russell,
meet me and Dexter’s best buddy, Jenny. She’s a part of our
family. I had to leave her by herself while I’s in jail.”
“Don’t look like
she missed many meals. She looks fit to have been left alone for
six months. She’s a fine look’n ass, Son.” Jimmy Joe allowed and
grinned.
“My neighbors,
my Chinese family, fed her everyday while I’s gone, Sir. She’s
anxious me and Dex is gonna’ leave her again. She’ll calm down
after a while and settle in. I’m surprised she was out with the
ponies and other asses. I’s hope’n she might pair up with a jack
and have a little ass, or get a little, whichever.” Monty
chuckled and the men laughed. “I thought she’d be waiting in the
barn for me.” Monty mused.
“What
barn? I 'on’t see no barn! I’m sure you men are taking me
out to the boonies to rape and rob me.” Jimmy Joe allowed.
The men laughed.
“Rape,
yes! Rob? What cha’ got, cowboy?” Shane asked.
“Not a whole
hell of a’ lot, but what I got, you’re welcome to it.” he laughed in
reply. “Jes’ promise not to rob me without rape’n me first.” he
insisted.
The men laughed at him.
“I
guaran-damn-tee-ya, you’ll have a treasure when you leave.” grinned
Shane and Monty chuckled.
The men continue
to walk toward the big moon and came upon the second rise to look down
into the third valley. Before them stood the enormous old
barn. It was so big you could put the other two barns on the
property into it and there would be room to spare. Ramrod Russell
stopped dead in his tracks and let out a low whistle. Jenny
wasn’t looking where she was going and bumped into him. Jimmy Joe
acted
like a bull was after him, and the men shared a laugh.
“This weren’t
here last Sunday.” he said in quiet awe, and it ain’t jes’ been
built. That thing is old.”
“Right on all
accounts, Ramrod. We jes’ done us a little property grab this
evening and need to check it out. We ain’t even had time to make
sure ever’ thing’s all right. C’mon, Ramrod, you can give us a
hand.”
Shane encouraged.
“Biggest damm
barn I ever done see’d in ma’ life.” allowed Jimmy Joe.
“Y’ain’t
alone. I c'ain’t never recall seeing one that big before.” added
Cole.
“Y’ain’t seen
nothing yet, cowboy.” Shane said quietly.
They walked down
toward the creek that now flowed in two directions. The
creek which ran through the Potter ranch contained a greater flow than
the one on the Dundee farm and was
equally divided between the branches. The men walked over the old
bridge like they were approaching a holy shrine. In the moonlight
the old bridge and barn took on a new life, one of mystery and
intrigue. Jimmy Joe could almost imagine it was haunted, and in a
way, it was. Jenny ran ahead of the men, across the old
bridge and into the huge barn like it was her home, and she wanted to
be a good hostess to welcome them properly. Sure enough, she
turned at the entrance and brayed to welcome them. It was clear
she was expressing her pleasure to have them visit. They paid
homage to her, petted her and told her what a lovely home she
had. Shane turned on his six volt lantern and shined it around in
the old barn. The men could see the massive beams and strong wood
that went into its creation. It was an impressive
structure. Nothing looked disturbed. Monty and Cole walked
over to some tarpaulins and threw them back. Shane shined the
light on the old crop duster airplane.
“Ho-lee shit!”
Jimmy Joe exclaimed. "Talk about memories. That thing’s
gotta’ be ancient. It looks like it’s in great shape. It
must be worth a fortune.” he mused.
“Ain't never
thought
about it being worth much, but I suppose it would be.” Monty
agreed. “It ain’t been out of this barn since I started living here
sixteen years ago. Me and Dexter used to play in it for hours on
rainy days, but we never moved it or done nothing to it. We
always
kept it covered with these big tarps.”
Shane was
satisfied everything was all right in the barn. Monty and Cole
returned the tarpaulin and the men walked out and down the side of the
barn. Jenny followed making a comment from time to time.
Monty would talk to her to reassure her. She would be quiet for
another twenty steps or so. When they got to the add-on structure
at the rear Jimmy Joe laughed.
“You gotta’ be
kidding me!” he exclaimed laughing, “This damn thing goes on
forever. Is this where you lived, Son?” he asked
Monty.
“Yes, Sir, this
was me and Dexter’s home for sixteen years.”
“Did you build
all of this?”
“Naw, Sir, it
was already here, but it didn’t have no windows or nothing
inside. It was just one big storage room. I never found out
what it was used for. I ain’t sure it was ever used. There
weren’t nothing in it when my momma left me here except some old
sleeping bags on some hay. I was scared shitless the first night
I stayed here by myself, but after the first night, it took on a
life of its own. It sort of wrapped itself around me and made me
feel at home. I don’t care where I go in life, this old shack
will always be the home of my heart.”
“That’s because
you made it your own.” Cole said to him.
“How did you do
that?” Ramrod Russell asked.
“You’ll find out
soon enough.” grinned Shane.
They reached the
great oval door main entrance into Monty’s ‘quarters,’ as he was
beginning to think on it. His main man, his master used the term
and he thought 'quarters' sounded less pretentious than ‘home’ and more
respectable than ‘shack.’ He spun the two outer wheels until they
locked into place, turned the middle wheel and the door easily swung
open. Monty walked inside and flipped a switch. His
twelve volt electrical system was working perfectly and lights came on
all over the place. Everything seemed in order, but he noticed
several books fell from a couple of the bookcases and were on the
floor. Other than that, everything looked okay. He turned
to look and watched as the three men slowly walked into the room.
“I was in this
room most of the day, but it all seems new to me somehow.” said Cole.
“I agree,
Pa. It’s like I’m seeing it for the first time.” Shane
agreed.
“Hoe-lee
sheeit! I’d use stronger language, but you men know I ain’t one
to use foul language. Twenty years as a slave will do that
for a man. What is this place? This ain’t no poor man’s
shack I been hear’n about. This is incredible. Who done all
this? Look at them paintings. Are they real?”
“Easy, cowboy.”
grinned Shane. “One question at a time.”
“What’s that big
rock thing over there with them big round holes in it with the vent
hood
over it?” asked Jimmy Joe pointing to an area of Monty’s kitchen.
“That’s
where my six large woks fit when I’m cooking Chinese food. I burn
wood in the rocks and they heat my woks.”
“What’s a wok?”
he looked dumbfounded.
“Here, I’ll show
you, Sir.” Monty reached overhead. His woks were hanging
from the wall over the rock fire pit. He pulled one down and set
it into the smaller round hole of the rocks. It fit
perfectly. There was a chimney up the back of the wall made of
the same river rocks which vented above the roof line.
“Ain’t never et
me no Chinese food before.” said Jimmy Joe.
“He cooks the
best, Ramrod.” Cole assured him.
Monty went to
pickup the books which fell from the bookcases as the men moved to
various parts of the room. Shane smiled as he followed Jimmy Joe
into the realms of Monty’s world.
“Check your
store rooms, Son. Make sure ever’ thing made the
transition. Report back to me when you’re done.” Shane told him.
“Yes, Sir,
Captain Shane. Be back in a minute or two.” Monty was away to the
first store room. Shane thought Jimmy Joe’s eyes would pop out of
his head when he saw Monty go through the big door that was one of the
bookcases. He just looked at Shane and grinned like a kid.
“Who done all
this, Foreman Shane?” he asked bewildered.
“The slave whose
bed you be sharing this evening, Ramrod.”
“Naw, I don’t
believe it. What about them five pitchers? I may be a dumb
old cowboy, but them's great works of art.”
“He painted them
with old cans of throwaway latex paint and discarded paint brushes.”
“You men are
set’n me up, right?” he grinned.
“I promise you,
Ramrod, on my most solemn oath as a cowboy we ain’t shit’n you
none. This is all his doing. Think about it, a man what has
the brains and intellect to built himself a companion like Dexter could
do all of this.”
“What?
H’it don’t take no brains to git a woman pregnant. Lord knows,
I’m living proof.” Jimmy Joe shot back. Cole and Shane broke up
laughing. They didn’t considered Jimmy Joe didn’t know Dexter was
an android. They just assumed he knew.
“I’m sorry,
Ramrod. We ain’t laughing at you. You really don’t know
about Dexter?” Shane asked him.
“What’s to
know? He’s a cute, five year old kid, and he looks jes’ like his
daddy.”
“Dexter didn’t
have no mother, Ramrod.” Cole said to him.
“Now I know you
men are set’n me up. What? You gonna’ tell me Monty give
birth to him?” he challenged.
“In a way, he
did. Dexter ain’t human, Mr. Russell. He’s a bio-mechanical
boy. He’s like Cable, David and Jonathan. Monty built him
when he was five years old to have a companion for himself. He
grew up, but Dexter didn’t. Dexter’s about sixteen years old.”
Jimmy Joe stared
at the two men with a blank look on his face. He couldn’t
believe what they were telling him.
“Aww, I don’t
believe it. He’s a normal kid, jes’ like Bobby.” he
insisted. About that time Monty returned from the leather working
area.
“Ever’ things
fine in there. I’ll check out the others now, Sir.”
“We should go
with you, Monty. We’re having a difficult time with your guest
for the evening. He won’t believe Dexter is a bio-mechanical
boy. Perhaps, if we show him the new chassis you planned for
Dexter he will better understand.”
“Sure, glad to
have you men join me. It will take longer, but my workers always
enjoy company. C’mon, Master Russell, we’ll show you the
Scarecrow. He’s a bio-synthetic body me and my workers have been
working on for five years. He’s complete except he needs a
brain. Since Dexter will never grow up I was building a new body
for him, but we ain’t decided whether to put his brain into it
yet. I’m leaving that decision to my master, Captain Shane.”
The men followed
Monty into the huge, empty store room. He reached behind a
support beam and activated a switch. Suddenly the empty room was
full of tables and benches. Many little critters were working
away at projects or looking over plans. They saw Monty and ran to
him. Jimmy Joe got a look of horror on his face and looked from
Shane to Cole for help.
“Easy,
cowboy. Don’t go crazy on us. These are Monty’s
helpers. They’re called Hommynids. They helped him build
Dexter.”
Monty showed the
men around. He left instructions for his crew to start returning
the lab to normal in a given period of their time which would be after
the property was relocated. They put everything back into place
and were working away as normal. Monty took them upstairs and
showed them the Scarecrow.
“My God, he’s
perfect. He looks just like Monty. You sure he ain’t
human?” Jimmy Joe asked.
“He ain’t human,
Master Russell, but he’ll be even harder to tell than Dexter or his
brothers on the Bandersnatch.” said Monty.
They left and
returned to the living area. Jimmy Joe was amazed how everything
disappeared again.
“How is that
possible?” he asked Shane and Cole.
“Advanced
knowledge of physical sciences, Ramrod. Ain’t no mysterious
shit. It’s all basic science. It’s jes’ so far ahead of its
time, us cowboys have a hard time understanding. I ain’t real
sure
I fully understand it.” soothed Shane.
“I knew there
was something different about that kid. He’s taking to being a
slave like a duck to water. He’s more intelligent than most
slaves we git what’s got their heads so firmly planted up their butts
with false ideas about sexuality and religioin,
you gotta’ treat ‘em like shit to git their attention. H'it's
like trying to reclaim a human what's been turned into one a them Borg
critters on that old Tee-Vee show, Star Trek. With Monty,
it flows; it comes natural. He ain't been barinwashed or tainted
by them god-bots or had some bible thump'n, fat assed bigot of a
preacher, what's full of myths and superstition, imprint on his mind
sex with another man is an abomination in the sight of their imaginary
sky daddy. He’s smart enough, and sensitive
enough to easily adapt. He knows what’s expected of him and he
provides it with an honest need to please with a help’n heap of good
humor. A master could easily fall in love with a kid like
him. No wonder that hardheaded Indian is so preoccupied most of
the time. I was right. He fell in love with Monty and don’t
wanna’ admit it to his-self. H’it’s eat’n him up inside.
The whole thing reminds me of a young slave whose master made him into
the slave-concubine he wanted and then couldn’t face letting go of
him.” Jimmy Joe shook his head and grinned at Shane. He was
right. “Fortunately, for the slave, he had a strong, good-hearted
man, one a’ the finest buckaroos I ever did know, who looked out for
him and loved him enough to follow him.” That said it all.
Cole put his arm around Shane and pulled him close. Shane smiled
at Jimmy Joe.
Monty showed
them the rest of the place and took them up into his loft
bedroom. While the men were talking he quickly built a fire in
his fireplace so he would have hot water. He already checked out
his water system and everything was working perfectly. The fire
in the fireplace cast shadows over the room and made it look like an
old castle.
“Master Shane?”
Monty got Shane’s attention, “Would you gentlemen mind entertaining my
guest for a few minutes while I run to the bunkhouse for my personal
items and let my slave daddies know you gave me permission to stay
down here this evening with Master Russell?”
“Sure. Run
along. Take your time. We’ll babysit your guest for
you. We'll rope and hog tie him if'n he tries to make for the
door.” Shane said with a big grin.
“You're a good
master, Sir. Excuse me,
Master Russell, I won’t be long.”
“Take yore’
time, boy, I need to talk with them anyway.” Jimmy Joe encouraged
Monty.
Monty left and
the men set in the comfortable chairs around the fire Monty built.
“This is
amazing. I thought we was gonna’ be in a barn in sleep’n bags on
a pile of hay. That would a’ been fine with me. This looks
like something out of one a them fancy design magazines.”
“What are your
intentions toward our boy, Master Russell?” Shane challenged Jimmy Joe
like a father grilling his daughter’s date.
“To fuck him
‘til the cows come home. He invited me to break him to ma'
saddle, and I fully aim to keep my word to the boy.” Jimmy Joe
got the biggest grin on his handsome face.
“Good for you,
Ramrod! He done told me you were an answer to his prayer.
He’s
had a rough day. He’s been exposed to much of our world and he’s
digesting it jes’ like you’re having to digest his world. Believe
me, we had no idea it would be like this. His adopted Chinese
family tried to warn us, but I was too pig headed to listen. When
Cole and I walked in that door, I almost shit my Wranglers.
Remember the first time you walked out on the balcony at Mars port?”
“Yeah! It
was jes’ like that. I think I’m git’n too old for all this new
fangled ways. I still ain’t got used to the old ways. Hell,
it done took me the better part of twenty years as a slave to learn
what life is all about, but I still ain't sure I got me a good grip
on it.” he laughed.
“You’re adapting
quicker than we are in some ways, Ramrod. Look how far you’ve
come since you left Hoot and Cotton. What’s your real interest in
Monty?”
“I don’t wanna’
lose the Coyote. I see him as a challenge. I see Monty as a
possible ally. I’ll be honest with you, if’n I didn’t have Burt,
I could fall head over boot heels in love with that kid. I got me
a feeling he holds the key to Coyote John. He don’t talk much
about Coyote so I figure if I use him real fine, make him
feel real good about his-self, he’ll open up to
me, in more ways than one.” he grinned wickedly at the men.
“He’s all yours,
Ramrod. You’re welcome to visit him any time you can get
away. He was excited you wanted to be with him this
evening. You worried about Burt?” Shane asked.
“Naw, Burt’s a
slave and will be for sometime. Don’t quote me, but I got that on
good authority. He’s got a lot to learn. In some ways he’s
growing up, in other ways, he ain’t. He may be captain of his own
ship, but sometimes he forgits he’s still a slave and gits
overly demanding. I probably put up with more from him than the
average
master would, but I been where he’s at, and I take his frustration into
consideration.”
“Do you love
Burt?” Cole asked him.
“I think I
do. His possessiveness gits to me sometimes. I keep warning
him about it. He’s worked really hard on his body and
particularly his ass just for me. He knows how a sweet, tight,
cowboy butt turns me on. He’s done it all for me, and I
love him for it. Do I wanna’ spend the rest of my life with
Burt? I honestly don’t know. Since we got longer to live, I
ask myself questions about things like that, but not a lot. I
learned when I’s a slave not to dwell on thoughts about the
future.
What will be, will be. You cain’t never know what’s gonna’
happen.”
Monty returned
with his bag and ran upstairs. When he came down he had a
box in his hand. He handed it to Jimmy Joe.
“Here, Master
Russell, I want you to be the first to have these.” he smiled
real big.
“What the
hell...?” Jimmy Joe looked at the nondescript box. “What’s this?”
he smiled.
“Open it,
cowboy.” Shane urged him.
Jimmy Joe took
the lid off the box and looked at the handsome pair of buckaroo boots.
“Dayum!” he
exclaimed. “Them's the finest pair of boots I ever did see.
They’s for me?”
“Yes, Sir.
I wanted you to have ‘em. I asked my master, and he said I could
give ‘em to you.”
“Where’d ju’ git
‘em, Son?”
“He made ‘em,
Ramrod.” Cole said quietly.
“You made these,
Monty?”
“Yes, Sir, and I
can personalize 'em for you if’n you'd like 'um a certain color or
you
want some designs on 'um of your choosing.”
“I don’t
know. I like ‘um plain jes’ like they is. They’s jes’ like
me, pain and simple...”
“....but, strong
and
handsome.” Monty finished for him.
Shane looked at
Cole and rolled his eyes. Cole almost fell out of his chair
laughing.
“There’s a
catch, buckaroo.” Shane grinned wickedly at Jimmy Joe.
“What’s ‘zat?”
he
bit.
“You gotta’
break them boots in the same time you break him to yore’ saddle.” Shane
laughed. Cole was laughing his ass off. Monty was
blushing a bright red color.
“Is 'zat true,
Son, or is he jes’ blow’n smoke up my butt?” Jimmy Joe asked Monty.
“Naw, Sir, my
master wouldn’t do that, Ramrod. He be tell’n you the truth,
Sir.”
“I’ve wanted to
do that for ages, but even though I’s a master I’s afraid to tell ma’
slave I wanted to fuck him with ma’ boots on. I didn’t want him
to think I’s a pre-vert. Hell, yes, slave-boy, I’d be right proud
to
wear them boots when I break you to ma’ saddle. You think they’ll
fit?” he asked.
“What chu’ got
to bet, cowboy?” Shane laughed. Cole could barely contain
himself. “Try one on.” Shane encouraged him.
Jimmy Joe held
his leg up and looked at Monty like he expected him to know what he
wanted. Monty didn’t hesitate and threw his leg over Jimmy Joe’s
and clamped his inner thighs around the boot he was wearing on his
right foot. Jimmy Joe placed his left boot on Monty’s butt and
gently pushed. The boot popped off easily. Monty dropped
his right foot and took the handsome cowboy's left boot between his
legs and repeated the
procedure. He turned and took the right boot from the box and
held it for Ramrod Russell to put his foot into. Jimmy Joe hooked
his
fingers into the loops on the high tops and his foot slipped into them
like he was Cinderella getting ready for the ball. The left boot
went on
equally as easy. He stood up and stomped his feet, more for macho
effect than necessity.
“Damnation!
Them’s more comfortable than the pair I’s wearing. They feel
like
they’s made for me.”
“They were.”
assured Shane. “He picked that pair out jes’ for you,
Ramrod. He made a couple dozen pair. We brought ‘em back
with us. You should see the saddles he makes. Some of
the
finest work I ever seen.”
“I gotta’ agree
with ma’ boy on that one, Ramrod. Monty does some fine work.”
Cole spoke up.
Monty put
another couple of small logs on the fire and excused himself to let the
men talk. He went to his bedroom and quickly changed the sheets
on his bed. He put the best pair he had on his futon. He
bought them for nearly nothing at the local thrift store. He
changed the pillow covers and covered it all with a brown oiled leather
cowhide Mr. Culpepper gave him when he left town. It was the
perfect thing to protect the bed during sex, and it smelled
wonderful. Lastly he removed his clothes and went off to his
shower to clean and prepare himself to entertain his guest.
The men
continued to sit around the fire and talk. Shane and Cole told
Jimmy Joe of the many wonders of their day. For a simple cowboy,
who could have jumped from the eighteen hundreds to the twenty-first
century, what they were telling him was just short of miraculous, but
Jimmy Joe wasn’t a dumb man. He witnessed, first hand, the
wonders of the Grange and visited Venus and Mars with his boss,
Shane, and Charlie Goodnight. As he shaved in the mornings and
trimmed his full bushy moustache, he watched his reflection in the
mirror grow younger each day from the adjustments to his systems from
the longshot. Some things were hard for him to understand, but by
now, he was convinced Shane and Cole were not men to lie or play a
major
prank on him.
“What are your
plans for the body he created?” he asked Shane.
“The Scarecrow?”
he asked. Jimmy Joe nodded. “I’ve decided a couple of
things. Dexter ain’t gonna’ get the body. I need Dexter to
stay jes’ the way he is for a while. He’s become Bobby Morris’
little brother and teacher. According to Mr. Morris, Dexter is
pouring knowledge into Bobby at an astounding rate, and the kid is
retaining what he learns. Gil is thrilled with their progress in
only one week. S’far as we know, Dexter don’t know about the
Scarecrow, but I plan to give him a bit of hope and give him some
choice in what he might look like in the future. I have a smaller
transitional body in mind for our littlest slave. I don’t want
him grow’n up overnight. I plan to secret
the Scarecrow out of here and move him to Mars. I’ll have Monty
go along and introduce him to Professor Wankle and his staff.
They’ve done some remarkable research, but they’ve sort of reached a
dead end. They need to mobilize the brains. They’ve been
experimenting with all sorts of ideas, but I think the Scarecrow might
be a breakthrough for them. I have some other ideas to offer
them as well. I plan to communicate with Monty’s helpers and find
out what the possibilities are for a new body for Dexter. After a
lot of conversation with Monty and throwing ideas back and forth, I’ve
come to the conclusion biodroids could probably benefit from a
progressive body size just like mammals.
In other words,
Dexter has been a kid for damn near sixteen years. I don’t want
him to become an ‘adult’ appearing biodroid overnight. I can
foresee too many problems. I’m thinking four phases. It
might sound like creating a lot of biodroid bodies, but consider, once
we remove Dexter’s brain to another body, his old body becomes a
receptacle for a young, baby whale brain. We can return it
briefly to Monty’s helpers for some minor adjustments and appearance
change so he won’t look like the old Dexter. It should be easier
for the baby whale-brain to learn to use his new body and more easily
forgiven mistakes as a small child than a huge, perhaps unwittingly
destructive adult. After several years as a human child, we will
have created more bodies and he can be moved to an adolescent
body. From there to a young adult, which won’t be full size; sort
of between adolescent and mature adult. Finally, after several
years in each body, he will be graduated to full adult status.”
“I think you may
have something there, Foreman.” Jimmy Joe mused. “They would
learn to relate on different levels according to their size and develop
memories just like a human might growing up. It would strengthen
bonds they make while small what would carry them through to their
adult years. They would become far more than just intelligent
machines. They would come to understand the humans they represent
and have past experiences to draw upon.”
“Exactly.”
agreed Shane. Cole didn’t comment he just smiled at his mate and
nodded his head. Living and loving Shane Goodnight became the
highlight of the second part of his life. It was like living on a
roller coaster ride. He no longer hated to get up in the
mornings. He looked forward to another wonderful and interesting
day walking beside the most fascinating man he ever met, and he had a
front row seat to observe the unfolding development of a great leader
in action. For all Shane was becoming, he held fast to his love
for Cole and his deep affection for him. He made sure, for all
the things that were happening and needed his attention, his pa didn’t
get lost in the shuffle. Cole was Shane’s anchor to
reality. Cole came first, in all things. If Shane got the
slightest hint Cole was feeling like he was having to play second
fiddle, Shane would confer with Boss Potter and Gil Morris and announce
he and his pa needed a day away from the ranch. Shane would get
Cole away and give him his undivided attention for a day or two and
they would come back refreshed and ready to move mountains. It was getting
late and time for Shane and Cole to checkout the bunkhouse and pay
their respects to Boss Potter and Maxine before climbing the hill to
their place for the night. They said their ‘goodbyes’ to Ramrod
Russell and told him he was welcome anytime he could get away.
They invited Jimmy Joe to join them for breakfast the next morning and
bring Monty along. Shane needed to coordinate his day around him
anyway.
“Shouldn’t we
have breakfast with the slaves, Boss Shane?” Jimmy Joe asked.
“There’s plenty
of time for that. Like you said earlier, I can see Monty’s gonna’
be a special case. He’s a slave, not because he done some’um
wrong, but because he fell in love with the wrong girl. For what
he’s brought us and what he will contribute, I can afford to be a bit
more easy going with him. I think he’s a conscientious enough
young man he won’t forget his place or his responsibilities to his
slave brothers. Hell, h’it ain’t like we treat our slaves so much
different.”
“I’ll say.
If’n worse come to worse and I found myself out of a job, you’ll fine
me on ma’ hands and knees beg’n you for a slot as one of yore’
volunteer cowboy slaves.”
“Let’s hope it
never comes to that, but if it does, you always got a home here with
us, Ramrod.”
“That’s a
comfort to know, Foreman Shane.” Jimmy Joe shook his hand.
* * * * * * *
Shane and Cole
walked across the bridge into the pasture. Jenny followed them to
the bridge hee-hawing her farewells, inviting them to come again, but
reminding them to be good guests, and next time, bring sweet carrots as
a barn warming present for her. The moon lit up the night and
brought out the fragrance of the flowers to attract moths for
pollenation. The call of the whippoorwills and occasional cry of
a prairie chicken made for a romantically bucolic moment. Shane
took Cole’s hand in his, and they walked in silence for a way.
“I guess I don’t
tell you near often enough, but I love you, Pa. I don’t know what
I’d do without you.” Shane spoke softly.
“You let me know
you love me in many ways, odd job. I love you, too, Son. I
grow prouder and more in love with you day by day. How is that
possible? Don’t a man reach a saturation point with love for
another human being?” he pondered.
“I don’t think
so, Pa. I would’ve become like a soggy, wet sponge months
ago. Sometimes, though, while we’re working, I watch you out of
the corner of my eye, and my heart fills with so much love for you, I
think it’s gonna’ bust. I have to look away to keep from passing
out. Then I haf’ta think about other things to keep my old dick
from soiling ma’ Wranglers with too much drool. I think we
process love and use it like food or fuel for a machine. I know I
wouldn’t wanna’ live without your love filling my gas tank.” he
chuckled.
“As long as I’m
able and the creek don’t rise, you’ll get my last ounce, odd job.” Cole
chuckled.
“Ya’ think we
got time for a quick, public display of overwrought emotions, Pa?”
Shane smiled.
“You asking me
to take you in ma’ arms and kiss you rye-cheer, in front of God and
the man in the moon, with all them lovely flowers and strange critters
watching, with a small ass still calling to us from the bridge behind
us?” he squeezed Shane’s hand.
“Yes, Sir, it
happens all the time in Disney movies.” Shane argued.
“Well then, I
suppose it ‘ud be all right as long as you don’t break into song.” Cole
chuckled as he took Shane into his arms. They kissed a long,
gentle but passionate kiss while listening to the approving sounds of
nature. It was like every critter in the surrounding area decided
to put in their two cents worth and all hell broke loose with the
sounds of the night. It got so bad they started to laugh while
still kissing each other. They broke it off and held each other
for a moment.
“Sorry about
that, odd job. I didn’t count on the music of the night.
Them critters sort a’ overdone it on the chorus.” he grinned.
“So much for a
romantic moment.” Shane said with sarcasm. They shared a laugh.
“I think it’s
time I invested another ten bucks in my boy tonight. He’s had a
full day and needs some of the kinks worked out.” Cole said
stealing another kiss.
“Is it within
our budget? Can we afford it, Pa?” Shane grinned.
“Of course we
can. Ain’t nothing too good for ma’ boy.” Cole insisted. “After
all, except for a couple of times when you’s had a bad cold or were
healing somebody, who takes care of me ever’ damn morning of the world?”
“I like take’n
care of you, Pa. You know what I’m gonna’ miss about leaving
Earth behind?” Shane asked.
“That big ball
of white light over my shoulder what’s turned men’s minds to mush for
untold centuries?” Cole asked.
“Exactly.
You feel it, too?”
“Like a giant
magnet. I been keeping score of our ten dollar nights, and more
likely than not, they’s on a night like tonight.” Cole reasoned.
“C’mon, Pa,
let’s us get done what we need to do and git ourselves to our
nest. My backdoor is squirm’n like a worm in hot ashes jes’
think’n on it. You’re right, I shore’ 'nuff could use me one a
them
special fuckings of yours tonight.” Shane made a rude
guttural sound like an animal coming into rut. Cole laughed at
him.
* * * * * * *
When Monty was
satisfied he was clean, he toweled himself dry, threw on his favorite
dark maroon terry cloth bath robe he found in a trash can one night on
his way home. He couldn’t understand why someone would throw it
away. It was in perfect condition. Maybe someone died in it
and the relatives didn’t want it around anymore to remind them.
The thought didn’t bother Monty. He didn’t believe in
superstitious nonsense and once he laundered it, it was like brand
new. He cinched up the waist and returned to the bedroom.
To his surprise he found Ramrod Russell lying on his bed naked except
for his new boots. He was propped up with Monty’s pillows.
“Wow!” he
exclaimed. “Damn, Sir, you look good enough to eat!” he
exclaimed, then added, “Them boots on you look like the icing on a big
birthday cake.” Monty declared. Jimmy Joe grinned. He
suddenly realized how taken he was with the young man.
“You can have a
taste, but we’re here to break in ma’ new boots and yore’ saddle.
Ain’t chu’ got a pair of buckaroo boots you made for yourself what
needs break’n in, boy?” he grinned as he grabbed his big dick and
waggled it at Monty.
“Shore’ do,
Master Russell. They’s in the closet. Y’on’t me to git ‘em,
Sir?” he asked with excitement.
“Seems like a
waste if’n we don’t break in both pair at the same time, don’t it,
slave?” Jimmy Joe grinned.
“I couldn’t
agree more, Sir.” Monty said with enthusiasm.
Monty turned,
opened his closet door and retrieved the boots he made for
himself. They looked almost identical to the ones he gave Ramrod
Russell. They were plain, but he preferred the raw leather look
rather than coloring them or loading them with fanciful designs.
He set on the edge of his bed and pulled them on. He stood and
imitated his guest by stomping around in them a couple of times like he
was getting his feet adjusted. Monty smiled at his actions.
He realized he did it to be like the cowboy who was lying in his
bed. He
wanted to be like Jimmy Joe. He loved Jimmy Joe’s humility and
basic wisdom, but most of all, Monty loved the ramrods unwavering
strength of
purpose and bull dog determination. He admired the cowboy so much
he wanted to crawl inside his skin and wear him like the fine pair of
boots he made for himself.
He glanced at Jimmy Joe and marveled
at his mature masculine body. The older man didn’t just have a
six pack, he had an eight pack of abdominal muscles. While his
upper torso wasn’t overly bulked up from artificial weights he had the
proper shape and raw muscles needed for a working cowboy. He was
an impressive figure of Western male pulchritude, by any definition,
and to top
it all he had an impressive, raw boned ruggedly handsome face with just
the beginnings of male pattern baldness Monty found extremely
attractive. Monty had a theory, men who developed male pattern
baldness were more aggressively male in their thoughts and
actions. The only flaw in Jimmy Joe’s body was a big scar which
ran from just above his groin like an ‘S’ and made its way up to just
below his left teat. It didn’t really distract. It gave him
character. He looked like a cowboy who had seen some rough times.
“You’re
wondering about my scar?” he saw Monty studying him.
“Naw, Sir.
Ain’t none of my business. Ain’t the part I’m interested in
noways.” he grinned looking at Jimmy Joe’s fine penis.
Jimmy Joe opened
his arms to the young man and Monty was in them in an instant.
“Let’s us start
this off right, slave. Give your master a good kiss.” he
ordered. Monty kissed Jimmy Joe and gave as much as he demanded
and a little more, but he didn’t want to overwhelm his partner.
“I got this damn
scar in a prison rodeo when I’s a much younger man. I featured
myself a bull rider and ended up on the horns of a demon named
‘Bales-a-bub.’ He was so big they claim he et a bale of hay a
day. He was more like the pun of his name, a mean-ass ornery
devil on four legs. His farts even smelled like brimstone.” Jimmy
Joe chuckled, “He taught this greenhorn cowboy a lesson real
quick-like; I waren’t no bull rider. I hate that damn scar, not
because it looks bad, but because it’s a constant reminder of my
stupidity in my younger days. Ever’ time I look at it in the
mirror, I feel sick inside at how close I come to death that day.
I was in the hospital for weeks after they put me back together, but
you know what? When I got out of the hospital, I tracked
that
bull down, paid
a cowboy what got him in the draw at the rodeo to sell me his
place, and I rode him to win the rodeo.”
Monty rose up on
one elbow to look at the handsome cowboy's scar. He gently placed
three fingers of
his right hand on the top underneath Jimmy Joe’s tit and slowly traced
the outline of the scar down to his groin. It made Jimmy Joe’s
old dick get roaring hard, but the most amazing thing happened, the
scar
disappeared. It was gone. There was no trace of it
left. It was like it never happened. Jimmy Joe set up and
looked at himself in amazement. He looked at
Monty like he was perplexed.
“What ju' you
do?” he asked excitedly.
“I don’t know,
Master. You said you hated it, and I thought about making you
feel better about yourself if it was gone as I rubbed my fingers over
it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do nothing wrong.”
Jimmy Joe
grabbed the young man to him and held Monty tight.
“Shuuu, no...
no.... I’m the one what’s sorry. I always hated that damn
scar. Lemme' take a good look, young’un.” he got up and went to a
full
length mirror in the corner of Monty’s bedroom. He turned one way
then another admiring himself, his missing scar but most of all his
boots. He smiled and returned to Monty. “I don’t wanna’
know how you done it. I don’t even think you know. It’s
gone and you done a good thing for me, Son. I love you for
it. I love you for them fine boots I be wearing. Being
here with you tonight is more than I could imagine, but I think yore’
master tried to warn me. I’m not a man to question fate or good
things what comes his way, but I am one to pay my own way. What
can I do to repay you?” he asked sincerely.
“What you said
you was gonna’ do all along, Master Jimmy Joe. I want you to earn
them pair of boots, Sir, just like you won that belt buckle for
ride’n that big bull. I want you to break me to your saddle so’s
when you need a good ride all you gotta’ do is climb on and ride me
when you're ready to go. I wanna’ be yore’ ornery bull tonight
and
have you ride me down hard as you can, so tomorrow, when I walk through
my day, my ass is on fire and hurt’n a little, I can smile to myself
and
think about the ride and the cowboy what broke me to his saddle.
I’ll smile to myself and think what a damn fine investment I made with
them
boots.”
“Is that the
answer to your prayer, young’un?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, Sir.
I probably had me the most important day of my life today, and my
head’s
still reeling with thoughts and ideas. I been so high on
adrenaline rushes all day I wondered how I would ever get to sleep
tonight, and I thought about how wonderful it would be to have old
Coyote waiting for me at home to straighten me out and relax my
mind. He always could do that for me. He never offered me
much love, but he knew how I liked it. I knew how he like to give
it to
me; I knew how he liked to take it away from me; I knew how he liked me
to respond to him, and when we worked together it would send me into a
nether region where I didn’t have to think about nothing but pleasuring
him. When he got me there, I could relax and stay as long as I
liked as long as I took care of his needs. I thought about
several of my cowboy slave daddies I might call on what might bring me
some comfort, but they’s all busy with one another and wouldn’t
understand what I needed even if I’s to explain. I couldn’t
imagine one who might come close to replacing Coyote, until you called
Master Shane. When Master Shane asked if I wanted your company
tonight I told him absolutely, positively, yes. Them's my exact
words. Weren't no doubt in my mind, you was the man what could
take
care of me, and I’m the slave what needs you more'n I got words to
tell you, Ramrod.” Monty smiled at Jimmy Joe with tears in his eyes.
“Then, no more
words are necessary. I know what I gotta’ do. Let’s git
chu’ fucked, slave, but first, we should keep with tradition and
complete the master-slave ritual to mark the humble beginnings of our
relationship. Git down there and pay homage to your master’s new
boots. Y’ain’t took yore’ eyes off ‘um since I put ‘em on, and
yore’ mouth is producing so much saliva you’re beginning to drool, so
let’s break ‘um in right, slave. Show yore’ master how much you
need him this evening.”
Jimmy Joe had a
way with words that tripped Monty’s magic twanger. Monty attacked
the
ramrod’s new boots with a fierceness the cowboy never saw before.
He was going after them like a starving man. Monty let all ideas
of modesty or shyness fly out the window. He had a cowboy in his
bed who seemed to appreciated the finer, more delicately refined
psychological points of master-slave relations as much as he
did. All he could think about was how good Jimmy Joe's big boots
tasted to
him and how wonderful it was to feel his master’s feet in them with his
tongue. Jimmy Joe smiled and relaxed. He would give the boy
time to indulge himself in a fantasy he harbored for a number of
years. Ramrod Russell was the perfect man to appreciate Monty’s
enthusiasm. He loved having his boots made love to. Jimmy Joe looked
so fine lying in Monty’s bed wearing the boots he made. Monty
thought he must have had an ideal cowboy in mind like Jimmy Joe Russell
to wear his boots. If they ever did a commercial for ‘Goodnight
Buckaroo Boots’ he wanted Jimmy Joe to be the cowboy wearing
them.
As Monty lavished his love on Jimmy Joe's new boots, he realized it was
not the
boots that made the cowboy, it was the cowboy wearing them that made
the boots so undeniably attractive to him. Monty was living his
dream. He was sharing with Jimmy Joe the fantasy of making love
to both desires. It was almost too much for his senses. It
was like Jimmy Joe had a sixth sense about it and knew things could get
out of hand if he didn’t take control. The kid threw himself into
everything he did with wild abandon. He could easily
imagine Monty reaching ejaculation while paying homage to his
boots. Another time perhaps, but tonight Jimmy Joe was the
ramrod in charge and he was going to see this coupling to a
satisfactory conclusion for both parties concerned. A slave never
comes before his master under any circumstances. Jimmy Joe saw
himself as a space cowboy on a mission and the bird was off the
pad. The build up of testosterone and other male hormones were
working overtime to build up copious amounts of semen within his low
hanging balls. They were full and screaming for release. He
was certain if he didn’t get inside Monty’s ass soon, they
would start to turn blue, then black, and fall off.
“That’s enough,
slave!” he barked, “I don’t want you coming make’n love to my
boots. You don’t come ‘til I tell you to. Come to my arms
and gimme’ another one a’ them two dollar kisses you gimme’ a while ago
to show your love for me.” he ordered.
Monty crawled up
into Jimmy Joe’s big arms and kissed him. He made it a good
one. Monty had tears in his eyes when they finished. Jimmy
Joe
looked deeply into them.
“You know this
might launch us into another space, don’t you?” he asked Monty quietly.
“I considered
it, but I ain’t afraid to go there, if you ain’t, Sir.”
“H’it don’t
bother you none I’m forty-five years older than you?” Jimmy Joe asked.
“Naw, Sir.
Why should it? You’re a master and I’m a slave. It
shouldn’t matter none. Coyote was thirty years older than
me. Besides, with all the sex you done had, you don’t look a day
over thirty-five, Sir.” Monty grinned wickedly.
“They done told
ju’ about the longshot, didn’t they?” Jimmy Joe laughed.
“Yes, Sir.
I told Master Shane what you told me tonight at supper. They damn
near fell out of their chairs laughing” Monty giggled.
“I’m sorry, Son,
I didn’t know how much you knew at the time.” he laughed some more.
“No
problem. I’m sure the sex kept you in top condition, so it
weren’t
no lie.” he smiled. “Besides, I need an older man what I can open
up to.”
“That’s fine, I
plan to do just that. I’ll open you up real good. You know
I got me a partner I gotta’ take care of, don’t chu’?” Jimmy Joe
asked.
“I know. I
met Burt at the barbecue last Sunday. He’s a fine looking
man. I ain’t aim’n to come between you, Master Russell.
I’ll take what I can git, Sir. I’m a slave. I ain’t got no
right to expect nothing from nobody; but, to be honest, I’m a little
amazed my life has been more full since I become a slave than it was
before I went to jail. I need me somebody older to help me sort
out some things; a mature cowboy what I can talk with from time to
time. I ain’t like Burt, Master Jimmy Joe. I hope I’m more
independent and self-sufficient. I don’t need to cling to you
like you’s the last decent stallion in the remuda. You been a
slave and know how a slave thinks. I don’t think you know
how valuable that is to somebody like me.”
Jimmy Joe was
stunned by the young man’s words. How sensible and reasonable
could he be? Why couldn’t Coyote or other slaves see it so
clearly? Why couldn’t Burt understand and learn from him?
It suddenly dawned on Jimmy Joe, Burt thought he knew better about
everything because he considered Jimmy Joe an ignorant hick out of
touch with the modern age and stayed with him for the one thing Burt
couldn’t find anywhere else: raw boned cowboy sex.
“I’ll be here
when you need me, Son, I promise.” said Jimmy Joe softly.
“Please, Master
Russell, can I have a taste before we start?”
“Shore’ you can,
Son, but you might wanna’ get chore’self a warsh cloth and clean
me. I been in the saddle all afternoon. I didn’t think to
clean up before I come through the gate. It was a hot day, and I
might be a mite strong.” he warned.
“Not for me,
Sir.” he smiled at Jimmy Joe and headed South before the cowboy could
protest. Monty didn’t hesitate and took Jimmy Joe’s handsome
penis in his mouth. He was fascinated with it from his previous
experience with the ramrod. This was a little different
circumstance, and he had time to explore and give pleasure to his
master for the evening. He ran his tongue up and under Jimmy
Joe’s foreskin to garner the prize of the ramrod’s rich, full masculine
flavors bursting onto his taste buds. He couldn’t get enough of
Jimmy Joe’s essence and pulled back his foreskin to expose and capture
every bit of his goodness. Jimmy Joe was incredibly sensitive and
winced a couple of times until Monty let go, and his foreskin slipped
naturally back into place. Once he was certain he got all
his flavors sucked from him he swallowed Jimmy Joe’s cock in one
gulp. He didn’t have any problem taking him like he did the
Sunday
before. It was like he willed his throat to cooperate, and it
did. It stretched to accommodate the length and girth of Jimmy
Joe’s large, fully erect penis. There was no gagging or gasping
for
breath. Monty’s actions were as natural as if his mouth and
throat were the logical resting place for the cowboy’s big dick.
Monty began to
fuck his own face with it rising to the head and plunging back down
into the depths of the ramrod’s dark pubic hair. Jimmy Joe was in
ecstasy and watched in awe as the young man spared nothing to make his
cock feel like a holy Shinto shrine to which Monty was obliged to pay
homage. Monty knew what happened. He willed his throat to
expand and it did. He willed it to tighten to make his guest feel
the best he could, and it decreased in size. He took enormous
gulps of air and willed his lungs to cooperate and wait patiently for
the next breath. He would stay down on the ramrod’s cock for a
couple of minutes at a time feeling his big cowboy cock throb deep in
his throat. It was amazing. Was he just now beginning to
learn how to use some of his powers? What happened during the day
to trigger this within him? He had to confer with his master and
Master Jesse. Jimmy Joe never had a man attack his big dick with
such wild abandon. Most were scared or intimidated by his
size. He was impressed with the young man, but the ramrod wanted
more. He wanted what he came for and promised the slave he would
do for him.
“That’s enough,
boy. You got all the best flavors. Git chore’ ass up
here, slave, and present it to your master. This old cowboy’s
ready to ride. It’s time to take to yore’ saddle. Is there
anything you need to do?”
“Naw, Sir.
I’m clean and lubed, but I might grease up your pony if you don’t
mind.” Monty suggested.
“I think it
might be a good idea, Son.” Jimmy Joe agreed.
Monty had
everything at the ready in his cabinets around his bed. He took a
small tin of Bag Balm and worked it onto Jimmy Joe’s erect
phallus. Jimmy Joe placed Monty where he wanted him and shoved a
couple of pillows under his butt. He threw Monty’s legs in the
air, position himself at the younger man’s hole and began to slowly
work himself into the velvety smoothness of Monty’s ass. Jimmy
Joe was a compassionate sex partner, but Monty was so used to Coyote’s
roughness the cowboy seemed tame by comparison. All he could do
was ask.
“Please, Master,
gimme’ all of you. Take me hard, Sir.”
“You sure,
slave?” Jimmy Joe looked doubtful.
“I need it that
way, Ramrod.” he pleaded.
Jimmy Joe didn’t
hesitate and sunk all of himself into the boy. He lay on top of
Monty feeling the young man’s ass trying to bite his cock off as it
spasmed from the quick intrusion and slowly became accustomed to his
size.
“Thank you,
Sir. That’s so damn good, Master.” Monty wanted to yell at
him to fuck him the same way, but he didn’t want to take Jimmy Joe’s
job away from him. He knew there were certain things you just
didn’t do in sex and one was to take over the fuck when you were
playing the receiving role. He wasn’t sorry he decided to let the
ramrod take it from there. Jimmy Joe fucked him like the veteran
sex partner he was. He certainly was on the receiving end of
another man’s cock enough times he learned, first hand, what felt good
and what didn’t. The men he could honestly say satisfied him
anally were few, but those who did, took what they wanted, were strong,
aggressive but controlled, and most of all, didn’t treat him like a
woman. He came to
respect a master who fucked him with strength and determination, but
who was fair minded and not sadistic. He could remember the first
time he ejaculated without touching himself was from one of Hoot
Austin’s better efforts. Jimmy Joe learned, once his sphincter
relaxed, it didn’t matter how rough a man fucked him; if he worked with
him to please him, he’d get the act over as quickly as possible,
but the more effort he put into the fuck, the more he came to
enjoy it himself, until the two were almost indistinguishable in his
mind. Cotton, on the other hand, wouldn’t put much passion into
his
fucking and Jimmy Joe never responded as well to him. He always
felt a little cheated afterwards. Hoot demanded his all and Jimmy
Joe responded in kind. It left him drained every
time Hoot Austin
fucked him.
It didn’t take a
fucking genius to apply one situation to another, and it’s what made
Jimmy Joe a master fucker in demand. He knew what he wanted,
what he
needed, and reckoned if he fucked Monty that way, his slave for the
evening would be fulfilled as well. He couldn’t have been more
right. That was where Monty excelled as a partner for another
man. He knew how to bring out the best in his partner by working
his ass physically as well as his sphincter muscle to give his cowboy
the best possible ride. Coyote was demanding and would slap Monty
around if he didn’t respond to him exactly like he thought he
should. Monty knew Jimmy Joe wouldn’t do that, but he also knew
the ramrod was a more wise and intelligent man than the Coyote. Monty never
experienced face to face fucking until his first night with big
Bart. He didn’t know you could do it that way. He suggested
Coyote try it that way one evening, but John went postal and
absolutely refused. He told Monty you couldn’t fuck a man that
way. The truth was, he didn’t want Monty’s considerable penis
getting in the way to remind him he was fucking a man. When he
fucked Monty from behind, Coyote could fantasize he was fucking a
woman. While Monty came to enjoy Coyote’s roughness, he felt
sorry for any woman who might find herself under him for sex.
Maybe
he was different with a woman, but as selfish as the Coyote was,
Monty doubted it. All these thoughts were going through his mind
as Jimmy Joe was doing a fine job of fucking his ass. He took
Monty to his sacred place where he could be at one with the man fucking
him, relax, and forget about the world, including Coyote John Tin
Penny. Jimmy Joe stopped his fucking for a moment, but
remained solidly planted up Monty’s butt.
“This ain’t
doing it for you, is it, slave?” Jimmy Joe stole a kiss.
“On the
contrary, Master, you’re doing fine. You shouldn't be worried
about me,
Sir. I'm more worried about pleasing you. Take what you
want and as much as you need. Am I
keeping up with you? Am
I pleasing you, Ramrod?”
“Of course you
are, slave. You’re a damn fine fuck, but there’s jes’ some’um
missing. Am I fighting the ghost of Coyote John? You wanna’
tell me?”
“Naw, Sir, he
don't compare. You done took me far away from the memory of the
Coyote. I don’t wanna’
take over the fuck and cut chore’ balls off, Ramrod.”
“You won’t if'n
you respect me. I won’t let it happen.” Jimmy Joe assured
him. Monty paused for a moment then spoke.
“You can’t fuck
me too hard, Master.” was all he said.
“That’s the
respect I's talk'n 'bout, slave. That’s all the information I
need.”
It told Jimmy
Joe not to worry, don't hold back, to let himself go, and fuck him like
a man. The ramrod set in to fuck Monty like
he was about to build up to the ride of his life. Monty closed
his eyes and worked with the cowboy in his saddle. He put his all
into it. It was what Monty wanted; it was what he needed, and he
could feel the way the
ramrod
was fucking him, it was what Jimmy Joe needed. He could
tell the old cowboy was building his ride up to a climax and he was
taking Monty along with him. Monty
wanted to make sure his partner, his master for the evening, his
cowboy-ramrod had the greatest climax of his
life. He reached back and ran his hand gently over Ramrod
Russell’s low
hangers and felt them double, then triple in size. They were
slamming
into Monty's ass with each stroke like two wrecking balls on a huge
crane. Jimmy Joe made a low guttural sound and knew
something happened, but thought it was his imagination his balls
felt three times as heavy. He knew they were full to the
max. He
groaned loudly and Monty knew he was near.
“I’m about to
ride us to the barn, slave. Damn, my balls are full. I’m
there, boy. If you can git yours, do it now! Arrrrgggg!” he
yelled. Monty’s ass began to spasm as he shot his first
volley. Jimmy Joe moaned and groaned as he shot one big load
after
another. He kept coming and coming. He thought he was going
to fill Monty’s ass to overflowing. It was the hardest, most
draining climax the ramrod experienced since he last got fucked by Hoot
Austin. Shooting your load
is
always pleasurable, but just like fucks, some are more memorable than
others. This climax would go down in the history of his mind as
one of the finest. Cowboys usually aren’t materialist.
Things they consider valuable are a dependable old truck, a good
friend, a strong, intelligent
horse, a well made saddle, a comfortable pair of boots, and good
memories. The memory of Jimmy Joe's first fuck with Monty was
solid gold.
End of Chapter
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