knows if the moon's a balloon, coming out of a keen city in the
sky--filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it,
if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd
go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and
clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which
nobody's ever visited, where always it's Spring) and everyone's in love
and flowers pick themselves.” e e cummings
talking quietly with Bobby. Bobby knew about Oblio and was amazed
what the boy could do healing animals. Gil Morris told Bobby
about the near miracle Oblio preformed on his Uncle Angus, but as yet,
Bobby never witnessed Oblio dissolve into an energy being. Oblio
was trying to figure out some way of helping Monty without him finding
out his true identity. He explained to Bobby, his pa, Master
Shane, told him if he was faced with a choice to save a life or not
reveal himself, he should definitely save the life.
“Well, what are
you waiting for?” whispered Bobby holding one of the beaver kits who
had a cut on his side. Oblio gently moved his hand over the
animal, and the wound healed itself. As young as the beaver was,
it was grateful and squeaked his thanks to Bobby and Oblio. The
parents stood and watched the men check out each of their brood.
“I’m trying to
figure a way to help him save Coyote John without revealing
myself. Pa Shane has a lot of confidence in me I can keep my
identity a secret from my dad. I don’t wanna’ let him down.”
“You want my
opinion, Yoda?” Bobby used his cognomen for Oblio.
“Sure, you know
I value your opinion, brother.” he responded.
“I think yore’
dad is more capable of handling the truth than Foreman Shane
thinks. I’ve heard him say he wants to make sure he gets four
good years of work out of Monty as his slave, but if he knew you was
his it would be a distraction for him. I don’t agree. I
think yore’ dad would look upon Captain Shane, and Boss Potter’s
actions as thoughtful and caring and trying to protect him and you from
Mr. Ruggles. I think Monty would work for Captain Shane and this
ranch for little or nothing anyway. I think he’s so caught up in
the idea of family, it rarely occurs to him he’s a slave. How
many slaves have freedoms like he does? Hell, he flies his own
spaceship what’s far more sophisticated than the Admiral’s ships.
By now, he’s used to you being around. He loves and looks
after you like you’s his little brother. I think, to know you’re
his son, would only be icing on the cake. I don’t think much
another way. Will you back me up, Bobby? I won’t ask you to
lie for me, but I'll need your help to pull it off.”
“You know I
will, little bro. You and me, we’s buddies, ain’t we? I got
Yoda.” Bobby smiled.
“Womb to tomb?”
"Birth to Earth, little brother!" Bobby responded with sincerity, and
they high-fived each other.
arrived and saw the coyote lying on the bench. He knew without
asking it was Coyote John. He nodded to Bobby and Oblio, went to
Monty and took him into his arms. He looked deep into his
eyes. Monty responded.
“I couldn’t save
him. He’s been gone too long. I failed him, Master.” tears
started falling. Jimmy Joe held Monty and urged him to try again.
tried everything. I’ve sent for Master Jesse, Utah and
“Angus told me
before I left, Master Jesse and Utah are away on a sabbatical to
recharge their healing batteries and can’t be reached. Brett
Jones, Basil Troubadour and Indigo/Blue’s powers are mostly for
healing. I’m afeard you’s on your own, Son. I’m here
now, try again.”
Bobby with his elbow to speak up.
we might be able to help.” Bobby started the conversation,
thinking Oblio would jump right in at any moment, but he didn’t.
figured he'd have to wing it.
Monty asked. Jimmy Joe looked at Bobby and then at Oblio who was
looking down at the critter he was caring for. He slowly raised
his small head, and looked deep into Jimmy Joe’s eyes. Oblio
glance away this time. He penetrated Jimmy Joe’s consciousness
and spoke to him:
know who I am, cowboy. Speak up. You must help us so's I
help my dad, but it ain't time for him to know about me. >>
Jimmy Joe sucked
in air through his teeth. It was like the veil was pulled back,
and he could clearly see the connection. It was all so simple he
overlooked the obvious. All the pieces fell into place with a
resounding thud and rocked the old cowboy in his boots. To say it
shook Jimmy Joe to his core was an
understatement, but for all his amazement it struck his funny bone, and
handsome cowboy exclaimed in surprise turning his head so Monty
the big grin on his face. Jimmy Joe quickly caught himself so's
not to give the boy
away, “Of course! Them two's been around you healers
several years now. Your master healed Bobby’s heart and saved his
life when he’s just a young boy. Captain Shane learned from them
other healers. Can’t tell me some’um ain’t rubbed off on ‘nim
boys. What could it hurt? Nothing ventured, nothing
gained. Give ‘em a chance, Son.” Jimmy Joe urged smiled and
winked at Oblio. Bobby caught what passed between them and saw
his little buddy smile to himself. Bobby knew the ramrod put the
pieces together. He knew.
men. Let’s see what chu' got.” Monty said resolutely.
Oblio looked at
Bobby and winked. He started shucking off his clothes and Bobby
immediately followed suit.
“What chu' you
men doing?” Monty asked somewhat surprised.
Montana, you and Ramrod
Russell, shuck your clothes including yore’ boots.” Bobby
said. “It’s important. Please, just do it.” Bobby
urged. Oblio nodded to Jimmy Joe and smiled. Jimmy Joe got
nothing, Son. Let’s humor them boys.” he told Monty and started
his clothes. Monty shook his head but followed his ramrod’s
lead. Oblio was sending instructions to Bobby.
“We need one
more. Two would be better.” Bobby said. About that time
Monty’s two cowboy slave daddies walked into the barn to find two naked
boys and the two grown men just about naked.
“You men take
your clothes off.” Jimmy Joe ordered. Bart and Telly were game
for anything, but somehow they didn’t think this was going to be a
circle jerk. While they were undressing Bobby and Oblio took a
couple of flat shovels and made a small circle of bare dirt on the barn
floor. In the center they cleared an area about the size of the
coyote on the bare patch in the middle of the circle.” Bobby
instructed Monty. Monty picked up Coyote John from the bench and
lowered him onto the bare patch of dirt.
“Everyone form a
circle and hold hands. Make sure your feet are in complete
contact with the dirt.” Bobby said.
The men shuffled
their feet to make sure they were in contact with the Earth. They
joined hands. Monty, Jimmy Joe, Oblio, Bobby, Telly, Bart, and
Bart took Monty’s other hand.
him. Think his name, Coyote John.” It was news to Bart and
Telly, but they didn’t let on. They were used to the unusual by
now. This was just one more adventure for them. Sex?
To hell with that when they were about to witness something bordering
on the miraculous. “We will call to his spirit, his identity of
himself as imprinted on his brain.” Bobby continued, “He’s still in
there. He ain’t left his body. We know he’s there. We
can feel his spark. Call to him in your
mind. When I think we’re all in sync I will speak his name.
You think it in your mind as I speak. We will call him back to
life.” Bobby was saying everything his little buddy was telling him in
his mind. Oblio was using Bobby like a sock puppet. Monty
didn’t know what to think, but he went along. Jimmy Joe knew
exactly where Bobby’s instructions were coming from and gave Oblio’s
small hand a gentle squeeze. Oblio responded in kind. It
was confirmation between them, and they were locked in sync
together. When Oblio was satisfied they were all chanting,
calling for Coyote John in their minds, he gave the signal to Bobby and
he started slowly chanting Coyote John’s name.
but it came out in common time as “Ky-yot-tee John! Ky-yot-tee
John! Ky-yot-tee John!” over and over he repeated in a steady
rhythm almost like an Indian chant. If they had a drummer it
would’ve sounded even more like one.
Bobby.” said Oblio and the men began to join in quietly, and their
voices rose to a speaking level. As they watched they saw the
body of the canid shudder a couple of times. Monty was used to
the unusual, but to see movement in Coyote John’s dead body,
movement for which
directly responsible blew him away. He was impressed beyond
words. Jimmy Joe smiled to himself as he continued to chant and
knew this time he wasn’t the one on the outside looking in. For
once he was inside and Monty was the one outside. It gave him a
warm feeling, he felt Oblio draw on his strength and he gave freely to
the boy. He relished the thought Monty didn’t have a clue who
this young boy was, who looked like a miniature Shane Goodnight.
If the kid was like his daddy he could look like anyone he chose.
Jimmy Joe thought it was a brilliant cover. He admiration for
Shane, Cole and the young boy holding his hand multiplied ten
fold. Bobby Morris' stock tripled, split, then quadrupled in the
Oblio began to draw from all of them. Their energy was grounded
through their feet conjoined with the powerful raw natural energy of
the Earth as it traveled around the circle to give Oblio the strength
needed to become separate from his body and still leave his physical
presence within the circle. They each brought individual
strengths, but he could feel his dad’s was the strongest of all.
His first taste of his dad’s energy told him he was not functioning at
full capacity, but that didn’t matter for right now. Oblio
wondered if Monty even knew the capacity of his potential. His
strength was somewhat depleted, but he began to bounce back, drawing
energy from the same source Oblio was, the battery of the Earth.
watched Coyote’s body struggle like he was going through the throes of
death in reverse. They continued to chant when suddenly the
coyote took one great gulp of air. He was trying to
breathe. Monty wanted to break the circle to help him. His
thought flashed around to Oblio who used his buddy to speak.
“Don’t break the
circle, Captain Montana!” Bobby barked at him strongly. “If you want
you will not break the circle! You will set all thoughts of
control aside and allow me and my buddy, Yoda, to do what must be
done!” he sounded like a man in charge. Monty did as he was told
and felt Jimmy Joe squeeze his hand in support. Coyote didn’t
seem to be breathing continually. It was a periodic breath, as
they continued to chant. Then the most remarkable thing
happened. The coyote began to lift from the ground. They
continued to chant as the animal rose into the air, slowly turning
until it was about chest high to the biggest men in the circle, Bart
and Telly. They continued to chant. Bobby dropped out for
just a second, and the coyote slowed its rotation.
chanting but close your eyes. We must not look upon this next
part. If any man looks, our efforts will be for naught.
Now, close your eyes.” Bobby went back to chanting calling Coyote
John’s name. He looked to make sure everyone’s eyes were closed
and nodded to Oblio. Oblio’s body began to glow a bright blueish
green color and a large portion of his electrical energy rose from
him. He was able to maintain his physical form by drawing on the
strength and essence of his companions in the circle combined with the
very energy of life from the Earth. Bobby
watched as the ball of plasma which formed before him went to the
coyote with a small bright blue sprite moving all around darting in and
out of the plasma ball as it slowly surrounded Coyote John’s
body. Then the sprite began to move in and out and through the
animal’s body as it slowly continued to turn. Bobby and the men
continued to chant. Bobby watched as the coyote slowly came back
to life. He began breathing in great gasps of air and then
slowly settled down to a normal rhythm.
“Do not open
your eyes!” Bobby admonished the men as he watched everything. It
was good to have a front row seat, he thought to himself. His
little buddy, Yoda, whom he considered his baby brother, was outdoing
himself. Bobby wondered if Monty would understand
what was happening if he was watching what was going on before
him. When Oblio was satisfied Coyote John would live, he put him
into a deep sleep and gave him a suggestion. Oblio completed his
resurrection of the canid and left the animal’s body. The ball of
plasma drifted back over to Oblio’s body and settled into it. The
small blue sprite was the last to enter but not before it did something
mischievous. The sprite flew up to Jimmy Joe’s handsome face and
kissed him on his cheek. Bobby almost lost it. He giggled
continued to chant. Jimmy Joe got a big smile on his face.
He knew who it was and why it happened. Oblio was thanking him
for his cooperation.
“You may open
your eyes now, but continue to chant softly as we lower him to the
Earth from whence he came.” Bobby said with authority
The men did as
they were told. Monty was as gobsmacked as the rest of the
men. Coyote John was breathing normally. They could see the
animal’s chest moving gently as he slowly turned and settled to the
ground. He was back. Coyote John was very much alive.
“You may stop
chanting now, gentlemen, and put on your clothes. Our circle of
life is complete. Thank you for your participation. We
couldn’t a’ done it without you.” Bobby said like a camp director
on awards day as he gave the two big naked men a hug and a kiss.
“You may pick him up and place him on your
bench. He will wake up when you call his name.” Bobby spoke to
Monty. Monty picked up the coyote and laid the animal on the
He let him rest for a few minutes as he put on his clothes.
Everyone was anxious to see what would happen. He went to the
bench and spoke softly. Monty didn't even notice Jimmy Joe was
holding Oblio with tears streaming down his face kissing the boy on his
head and cheek.
"You done good, Son." he whispered to the boy. Oblio stole
a kiss and shed a tear.
"No more secrets between us, gram'pa?" Oblio whispered to Jimmy Joe.
"No more secrets. We's tight, Son. He won't find out from
Coyote John. Wake up. You can do it, buddy. Wake
up. You’re alive now. Me and Jimmy Joe are here with you,
and I’ll send Jenny Bottom to get Criga to come to you. Wake up,
John.” Monty said softly.
eyes opened and blinked. He tried to raise his head, but must
have had a massive headache. He winced and lay his head back
on the bench. He looked like he was recovering from a bad
hangover. He got a pained look on his face.
hoss. You been through the doors of death and back. Take it
Oblio handed him
a small towel he dipped in a bucket of cold water from the creek.
Monty gently began to wash Coyote’s face. His eyes began to
focus. He looked directly at Monty, but didn’t try to move his
<< Why did
you bring me back? >> he sent to Monty.
ain’t ready to let you go yet. You got a life to live and things
to do. >> he sent back.
know, kid— I’m fond of Criga, but I don’t wanna’ be a coyote no
more. It’s too damn dangerous. We almost became snake food.
won’t have to. Ramrod and me done talked, and we got chu'
Criga okay? >> he asked.
fine. I sent her to tend your pups. She’ll be here in a few
happens now? >> he asked, still without moving his head.
keep you here with me until you fully recover. >>
needs me. >>
help Criga for a couple of days. Your pups are almost weaned
anyway. You and Criga were beginning to teach them to hunt.
They are only a couple of weeks away from leaving the den on their
own. I done helped Criga with another litter before I introduced
you to her. She's more resourceful than you think. >>
moved Coyote John to a comfortable bed he made for him of straw and old
clean rags he kept around for cleanup jobs. He told him as soon
as he was strong enough he would feed him. He left Bobby and
Oblio to look after him. Maxine came to the barn to tell him and
Jimmy Joe the Admiral and Captain Shane wanted to see them on the
Gopher Bay. Before he left, Monty hugged and kissed Oblio and
Bobby to thank them for saving Coyote John’s life. He admitted he
had no idea they developed such talents. Bobby went along
with it, and Oblio acted like it was all Bobby's doing; he was just
following his big brother’s
lead. It was all Jimmy Joe could do to keep from rolling on the
ground with laughter. He settled for a wink and a big grin to his
* * * * * * *
They arrived on
the bridge of the Gopher Bay and several people were waiting for
them. The Admiral, Captain Shane, Cole, Boss Potter, Gil Morris,
Angus, Charlie, Rocky, Ben, Cody and Pearl. The Admiral smiled
and shook Monty’s hand. Shane gave him a hug and a quick kiss on
“You done it
again, Son.” Shane smiled. “We’re proud of you and you managed to
do it without being detected.”
“I wouldn’t have
attempted it if my friends weren’t on board the alien ship, Master
Shane. I hope you and the Admiral understand it wasn’t an
Son.” said the Admiral without giving away anything about Coyote
John. No one knew how much Angus knew about Monty’s decision to
change John into a coyote. Lazarus continued, “I’m surprised you
bothered to capture and contain the reptiles.”
“I heard talk
about having some leverage with the government. I thought you
might want to trade them for study. We captured the ship for the
same purpose, Sir. Maybe you can use it as a bargaining chip.”
Son, on both parts. The ship is a valuable commodity to us and
possibly to bargain with Scudder. One never knows when one might
need a decoy or Trojan Horse to guide into one of their nests with a
nasty present inside.” Lazarus smiled, “On the other hand, while
we appreciate the thought, the snakes are too dangerous to allow into
the hands of an incompetent government. There are too many
variables to consider and too many things could go wrong. It’s
too late for them to use them to develop germ warfare against
them. Besides, they just don’t have the scientist left who could
do the detailed research required. When you throw your men of
science into Cheney camps and kill them from slave labor, because they
chose to believe in reason rather than religion, all you have left is a
bunch of bible spouting creationist who never conducted an honest
science experiment in their lives. Furthermore, there looms the
possibility Scudder’s government might use them as hostages and return
them for the false hope of a treaty or some special
consideration. If they did, it would surely blow our cover and we
would have a fight on our hands. We got too damn much left to do
to be concerned about being attacked. If the grays and the snakes
got the slightest hint there was another group working to steal their
lunch away from them, they would work endlessly to detect us and try
their best to destroy us.”
“What shall we
do with them, Sir?” Monty asked.
“I’m afraid I
already did what needed to be done. I had Lieutenant JG Potter,
here,” Lazarus motioned to Maxine, “instruct Cecil to transfer them to
the molecular redistribution chamber. They have been reduced to
their basic chemical components to feed the Gopher Bay’s anti-matter
reaction drives. It’s only fair we treat them the same way they
treat other critters in the universe. They were cannibalized to
feed your sky-horse, Son.” Lazarus grinned. “Don’t feel
bad. They were still out when they were transferred. They
never knew. Now, to more important things, how are your
fine. Between me, Bobby and Oblio, they have been taken care of
and most returned to their homes and families; however, let me strongly
emphasize, without Bobby and Oblio's budding healing powers I could not
have done it alone. They provided us with a resurrection miracle
and several healings as great as any I've witnessed. I can't
commend them highly enough, Admiral. I'd like to request Bobby to
be considered for a junior officer rank and a special commendation for
Oblio placed in his personnel file to add to his credits to become a
junior officer when he's old enough.
"It shall be done. Congratulation, Ensign Bobby Joe Morris, and
congratulation to you, Mr. Oblio Arrow Goodnight for your outstanding
service to your captain and the Grange in general. I'll leave it
to your captain to write your commendation." Lazarus shook
Bobby's hand but had to grab Oblio for a hug and a stolen kiss.
"What about the
children and cowboy slaves we rescued, Admiral?” Captain Montana
“We can’t return
the children or the cowboys without raising suspicion. The
children are all prepubescent so there’s every hope they can be taught
reason instead of superstition. Children are very
malleable. Once they see there’s a better way of living a more
full life, they will change. The cowboy slaves don’t wanna’
return to their masters anyway. They’re more’n happy to take up
residence on one of the Grange ranches, or we’ll find places for them
on properties we’ve already established on some of the scout
ships. I know the Ongs are against slavery, but they might
reconsider to save the men’s lives. The children will be placed
in one of our homes for homeless children. We didn’t make our
decision lightly. Their names were checked against our master
records Kyron keeps and their names were included on the ‘rapture’
list, so this must be a conformation of sorts.”
* * * * * * *
know how generous with Scudder he planned to be as the days grew
shorter for their departure. What would Scudder and his
armageddonist military do with another captured alien space
craft? Lazarus could envision several scenarios. They might
keep it for a final stand against the snakes and grays, but they would
be so overpowered they wouldn’t last long. Lazarus gave Scudder
more credit for cunning than that. He could imagine him sending
another of his less fully functional alien crafts as a loaded Trojan
Horse to wipe out their moon base and use the more perfect craft to
attempt their own escape from Earth. But why would he try the
unknown of space when he had underground cities to go to and fortify
himself and his followers? Enormous cities built during the last
century with unsuspecting taxpayer’s money fed into black-ops programs
that were never investigated. They were deluxe accommodations for
the president, his cabinet and staff and all the rich folks of the
planet, featuring underground highspeed, anti-gravity trains to
connect them. They could potentially live for centuries
underground. What a hell on Earth that would be, thought
Lazarus. More misguided people being told a savior would come and
change it back the way it was so they could go on hating those whom
they deemed not as worthy as themselves. The irony was almost too
much, but in the end, they were their own executioners.
irony was the common folks who thought they would be saved along with
the government and military personnel didn’t realize they were to
become the workers for the elite. They would become enslaved to
do the menial, disgusting jobs with which the elite couldn’t be
bothered. The only problem was, if there was a revolt of the
working class, there was nowhere for the elite to run. The rich
folks thought money could buy their security. It might for a
while, but there’s always a flaw in every well thought out plan, and
you can bet someone will find it. If you simply cut services to
the wealthy they have to fend for themselves. No services, no
food or drink.
thousand years, religious fanaticism was literally about to choke out
the sun. Lazarus wondered what it might do to the humans who
dwelled underground. Would they evolve into another
species? Perhaps similar to the Morlocks described by H. G. Wells
in the “Time Machine.” Morlocks wore no clothing but were covered
with fur. As a result of living underground, they had little or
no melanin to protect their skin, and so became extremely
sensitive to light. The Morlocks' main source of food was the
Eloi, another race descended from humans that lived above ground. The
Morlocks treated the Eloi like cattle, and provided for them in a
luxurious manner until it came time for harvest. The Eloi never
resisted being captured or eaten. Lazarus thought to himself it
wouldn’t be too far a stretch from what the ruling, monied classes on
Earth did for centuries until the advent of the middle
class; when the middle class became too successful and began to
demand more and more for themselves and their children. The
every ruthless trick in their book to return them to their previous
roles as meek, ignorant, superstitious peasants.
Religious leaders who
held the same dreams to shore up their own personal fortunes and gain
back lost power were only too happy to join them. They were quick
to grant the rich with special dispensations not allowed the lower
classes. The divine right of kings comes to mind, and later
during the twenty-first century the people’s own government shored up
families with mega-fortunes with taxpayer’s money by subsidizing all
new building programs for their sprawlmarts. Very few of the
everyday grunts knew about such excesses of their government.
There wasn’t much they could’ve done about it anyway. The
government was too big and everyone was out to suck the biggest tit
they could find. Corporate communism
won. There were no more
patriots to come to the
defense of the common man. Those who heard the call and felt the
fire in their belly to rebel long since perished in Cheney camps;
heinous places named for a man with such contempt for the human race he
might have been compared to the prototype for the Morlocks.
Cannibalistic creatures afraid of the light of truth, feeding off the
flesh and bones of their
* * * * * * *
meeting of his crew. Everyone was there including his
ramrod. He praised them for their roles and participation in
capturing the alien vessel and helping to return two of his friends to
him. He especially thanked Bobby and Oblio for bringing the
coyote back to life. He didn’t tell them of his and Jimmy Joe’s
decision. Monty changed Coyote John into a cow dog and gave him
to Jimmy Joe. At first Coyote John was upset because he didn’t
want to leave Criga behind, but Monty assured him he wouldn’t have
to. Once Criga raised her pups to the point they could care for
themselves he would change her into a cow dog. At first Criga
want to be changed, but she kept returning to Monty’s quarters when she
thought Jimmy Joe and Coyote John would be visiting. She got to
be with Coyote John for a while, and she was never happier even
if he was now a dog. They would run and play together like old
times, then lie close to each other in the tall grass and the flowers
Montana change you, Criga. >> Coyote John urged her,
<< Come live with me and Ramrod Russell. He’s a good
man. He takes good care of me and his partner. H’it ain’t
such a bad life. I never liked being a cowboy slave, I didn't
mind being a Coyote or being your mate, but being a
dog is something else. It jes’ sort of comes to me
natural-like. I ain’t never so happy as when I’s nipping at a
cow’s feet or pulling on his tail to make him go faster. >>
<< I don’t
know, John. I’ll think about it. I miss you so much.
>> Criga nuzzled him.
<< I never
thought I’d ever say this to a female of any specie, Criga, but I miss
too. That damn Montana done this to me. I never fully come
to understand about love and hate until I met him. You got him to
thank for my love for you. We both owe him a great deal. I
don't wanna' rush
you into nothing, but you better think about it soon, before your next
comes. I won’t be there to take care of you, and you know what
them wild coyotes is like. >> John licked her on and about her
face with affection. They heard a whistle from the door of
Ca-yote, h’it’s a’ git’n dark! You and Criga shouldn’t be
out this late. Invite Criga in with you if you like, and we’ll
called Jimmy Joe.
Criga. Don’t never pass up a free meal. They’s always glad
to see you. >> he encouraged her. Criga followed Coyote
John into Monty’s shack. She was still shy around humans, but she
became used to Monty and Jimmy Joe. She allowed them to pet
her and make over her. They always seemed happy to see
her. Monty fed her a big bowl of chow and gave her some fresh
water to drink. He left the door to his quarters open in case she
felt nervous and wanted to bolt for the cover of the night. Not
even the elusiveness of the night provided her with much comfort
anymore after she and Coyote John were abducted. She came to
fear the night and would return to her empty den, not to venture out
again. She was always afraid and lonely. Coyote John may
not have been much as a human being, but as her mate, he was good to
her. She loved him and longed to be with him.
It was a cool
evening. The first two weeks in September went by and the nip
of fall was in the air. Jimmy Joe built a good fire in the
fireplace and they set down to warm themselves. To everyone’s
surprise Criga joined them and lay down on Monty’s big platted rug in
front of the fire beside Coyote John. Most of the other times she
visited, she would eat, thank Monty and after a final goodbye to Coyote
John scurry out the door into the night to her den. To lie before
such warmth and security was luxurious and seductive. Coyote John
was very attentive to her. He cleaned the last bits of her chow
from her muzzle, and she did the same for him. Jimmy Joe looked
Monty and smiled. Monty shook his head and looked at them like
they were speaking to him. Jimmy Joe knew to be quiet for a while.
<< Can you
really change me into a cow dog like John, Montana two-legs? >>
to Monty. He smiled and nodded.
just like John, but similar. You don’t want to be a male cow dog,
you? >> Monty laughed.
<< God, I
hope not! >> interrupted John.
<< No, no,
of course not. If I became a cow dog, could I have Cayote’s
pups? >> she asked.
Absolutely, but probably not every heat. We’d be up to our ears
in cow dog puppies. >> he laughed, << But, I can control
that for you. >> Monty answered.
<< I don’t
know how to be a cow dog. >> she lamented.
<< Not to
worry, darlin’, I’ll teach you all you need to know. >> assured
Coyote John. << H’it ain’t hard. All we gotta’ do is keep
them dumb cows going in the right direction. In return for our
help, they pay us by providing us with good chow, clean water, a treat
now and then, and a safe, warm, dry, comfortable place to bed down
together to sleep at night. We won't ever have to go to sleep
hungry again. >>
<< If I
don’t like being a cow dog will you promise to change me back? >>
<< I give
you my word as a healer, I will change you back if you ask me, but
once I change you into a cow dog, I expect you to live as a cow dog for
a full year, before you decide. >> Monty smiled at her.
would be from one cold to the next cold? >> she asked.
<< Yes, if
you wanted me to change you soon. >>
think about it, darling. Let him do it. I worry about you
ever’ damn night since them pups been gone. I see one passing by
ever’ now and then. I call to him, but he don’t recognize me as
his dad. Ever’ time I hear a coyote howl I think of you. I
know it ain’t you, ‘cause I’d know your cry out of a thousand
others. When I’m away from here, I can’t wait to come back with
master to see if you’re all right. >>
you’re right, John. Maybe I should jes’ let him do it. I
see the life you’re living. It don’t look so bad, and you seem
happy. I don’t want to spend the winter by myself. Can you
do it this evening, Monty two-legs? >>
<< I’d be
happy to, Criga, if you think you’re ready. >> Monty send to her.
<< I don’t
think I’ll ever be fully ready, but let’s do it. I want to be
with John. >>
will be. Ramrod Russell’s willing to take care of both of you if
you work for him. I think you’ll make a fine cow dog, Criga.
must I do? >> she asked.
stand where you are and close your eyes. >> Monty instructed
her. Coyote John rose with her.
Jimmy Joe knew they were talking, but he was silent drinking his
to cross over and become a cow dog.” Monty told him.
her. I can use another good cow dog. I never knew how much
can be until we got the ca-yote. Ma' cowboy slaves is crazy
about him. They spoil him rotten slipping him treats behind my
back, and he plays them like a two-bit fiddle.”
Monty went to
Criga and made sure her eyes were closed. He slowly moved his
up and down her back. Coyote John and Jimmy Joe watched in
amazement as she slowly morphed from a coyote into a fine looking
female cow dog. Jimmy Joe got the biggest grin on his face.
Ca-yote! She ought a’ make you happy. She’s plumb
that old ass-hat cowboy master of mine to show a little respect and
some manners. Criga is a lady of breeding and quality. >>
he barked for emphasis.
“I was told to
tell you to show some respect and manners.” Monty laughed.
“I apologize to
you both. Welcome, Criga, I hope you find happiness in your new
form.” Jimmy Joe said with sincerity.
him I knew what he meant. John was being too hard on him.
said to tell you she understood what you meant and wasn’t
grinned at Jimmy Joe.
herself to be petted and told how good looking she was. After
much rubbing against each other and sniffing each other's butts the cow
dogs settled down together in front of the fire for the night. It
would be Criga’s first night to sleep in a man’s house. With
Coyote John by her side, she thought she might be able to get used to
it. She liked her new body. It responded differently, but
it was bigger and stronger than her coyote body. It was a long
weekend, Monty and Jimmy Joe were together the whole time.
Wherever they went the dogs went. They were like two kids in
love. They became dedicated to Jimmy Joe and Monty and became
valued members of Angus' ranch. The cowboy slaves came to love
and appreciate Cayote and Criga as a team. Coyote John never made
overtures to Maxine. No one had to tell him she was
strictly off limits for him. He still thought she was pretty, but
Criga’s new form was enough for him. He became totally devoted
to her. The next fall Monty inquired as to Criga’s happiness and
was she considering asking him to change her back?
<< Can I
have another year to consider, Captain Montana two-legs? >> she
Sure. No problem. >> Monty replied and smiled.
* * * * *
realize how hard it would be for him to leave his home and those he
loved, but everyone wished him well. It was like cutting his
heart out to say goodbye to Ox. It was even more distressing to
know he wouldn’t see his soul mate, Trey Vinceeth, for several
months. He was quite sure his ass would grow shut during that
time. He said his ‘goodbyes’ on the Bandersnatch and the ranch
house before he left. He wanted only his dad to drive him to the
station. Most freshmen going away to college take their
belongings with them. Not Waco. He traveled light and only
took his clothes and favorite lap top. He figured if he
was going to
college to study, learn and play football, he didn’t have time for a
lot of distractions. He thought he was going to have enough
trouble missing his family and friends. His dad was quiet while
they drove to the station.
“With all them
spaceships we got at our disposal, we could a’ jes’ beamed you down
into your dorm room, but you wanna’ take the train.” Charlie
smiled at him.
“It’s part of a
ritual in my mind I envisioned years ago when we talked about me going
to college. There’s jes’ some’um about a train what says you’re
going off on an adventure.”
“You sure you
got enough money in yore’ pocket, boy?” Charlie asked.
slipping money in my pocket. I got me over five thousand
dollars. I never told you about Ramrod Long’s graduation gift to
me. I jes’ told you it was nice and thoughtful. He
deposited fifty thousand dollars in an account in my name at a bank at
College Station. All I gotta' do is show proper ID, sign my
name, and I can withdraw any amount I choose.”
was a nice, thoughtful gift; big one, too.” laughed Charlie.
“‘At’s one thing
I like about Lazarus Long, he never does nothing half-assed.” They
shared a laugh.
“Do you love
him, Dad?” Waco asked.
“Of course I
love him. What kind of question is that?” Charlie raised an
bother you none he has a mate and a family of his own?”
Son. There ain't no forever bond between him and me. Well,
ain't true, neither. There is, but there ain't. We enjoy
each other's company when we feel the need, but it ain’t what’s most
important in our relationship. We’s partners, him and me, but
more than that, we've become family. He's become an older brother
to me, Angus and Shane. He'd shit if he heard me say it, but he's
become the granddaddy you never had. Although he
don’t have to, he works for me and we got so many things
invested together, it’s hard to tell anymore where one begins and the
other leaves off, but we know. He’s always respected my position
as bossman of our ranch, and I’ve always respected him as my ramrod and
the Grange. Some might not understand our relationship, but we
It works for us. What’s most important is we share all our people
together. My people become his people, and his become mine.
Ox, Ping, Pong, Jack, Jill, Arlen Jones, Bryce Cannon, Lucas, Cable,
David and Jonathan are all a part of you and me. I can’t imagine
a life without them. Just like I can’t imagine a life without
Trey, Travis, Little Bear, Gavin, Jerry, Bron, Bronc and T'sgan and all
them other misfits we
lived with for years now; to say nothing of yore’ crazy uncle, my big
brother, and my wonderful baby brother and his herd. Then we got
and Cotton and their brood. There’s never a dull moment.
Lazarus will always be a part of our lives in some capacity or
another. Arlen Jones ain’t no dummy. He knows his mate and
I share a bunk from time to time, but he ain’t threatened by it.
Their relationship is solid. Him and Lazarus go back hundreds of
years. He’s secure with their relationship.”
concerned about you, Pa. You never seemed to find one special
give yore’self to.” Waco smiled at him
give myself totally to your mom and then to you, Son. Since she
passed, I lived my life for you.
Now you’s almost grown, I may think on taking on someone for my
own. If Blake Tindell weren’t heavily involved with Bryce Cannon,
I'd slip him in my pocket in a cowtown minute. Time is on my
side, Son. Look at me, I don’t look a day over thirty-five.
We’ll always have each other to worry about, and as long as we do, I
guess ever’ thing’s all right.” Charlie grinned. “The main
thing for you to remember and take with you is, I love you, boy, and I
ain't got me no words to tell you how proud of you I am.”
“I love you,
too, Dad. I’m jes' sorry we ain’t never got around to knock’n
Waco lamented. Charlie chuckled.
would we ever find time? For the last four years we had to make
appointments to sit down and have a conversation by ourselves.” Charlie
laughed. “I’m wait’n for
you to come home in your Corp's uniform. If I git to the train
'afore Trey Vinceeth gits a good look at you, I jes’ may git lucky.”
shared another laugh.
The train was on
time for once. Waco prayed it would be late. It was always
late, but it wasn’t that day. They both swore and be-damned to
each other they wouldn’t shed a tear. They meant what they said,
but their hearts didn’t listen.
“I’ll miss you,
Dad.” Waco cried.
“Make me proud
of you, boy.” Charlie said what he thought a father should say who was
sending his only child off to collage. He was about to come
unglued at the hinges. His big cowboy heart was breaking.
It would be the first time in eighteen years he and Waco were separated
for more than a few nights at a time.
“I’ll do my
damnedest, Pa.” Waco assured him.
the train leave down the track and stood watching until it disappeared
around a bend some thirty-five miles away. He took a deep breath
and returned to the ranch wagon. His heart was heavy as he drove
back to the ranch, but he was happy Waco decided to go to
college. He was sure his boy wouldn’t have time to graduate, but
he wanted him to have the experience. Charlie thought about his
life after Anne died, and how he wanted to give up, but reasoned he had
to go on living for his son. His boy became the focus of his
attention for his
striving in a world that made less sense every day. He knew Waco
was special from the time he was a young boy, but it wasn’t until he
decided he had to have a big hairy monster as his slave on his twelfth
birthday did he begin to grow into an extraordinary young man.
Then, somewhere along the way, their roles became so intertwined
Charlie realized the three of them, man, boy and beast, were living
their lives for each other. Even now, Waco was doing what he
thought his dad and his beloved lummox would want for him, and he was
That evening, after everyone bedded down for the night, Charlie found
himself wandering out to the barn, being draw by some invisable force
stronger than anything he ever felt before. It was a wee small
voice that called to him. He came to the foot of the ladder to
the loft and slowly climbed. A great, hairy hand met his and
pulled him up the rest of the way into the loft. He found himself
surrounded by the warm, comfortable, loving arms of his son's giant
beast. Charlie broke into tears. His body was wracked with
great sobs as Ox gently stroked and caressed him, sang to him, and
slowly began to remove his master's clothing. He didn't stop
until he had Charlie completely naked, pressed tightly against his
body. Ox took Charlie's head in his massive hand and gently moved
it to his teat as an invitation. Charlie rarely took advantage of
Ox's milk, but he did that eveing. It seemed like he was being
offered a key, the very essence of the universe. Later, when he
had his fill, Ox took his master's seed to relax him and bring him
comfort. Before Charlie drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep
he could swear he heard Ox say, "I miss him, too, Master
Charlie, but my young master has left me to love and protect
* * * * * * *
The very next
stop the train made in another small West Texas town, a young man, a
cowboy, about Waco’s age was getting ready to get on the train.
Waco thought he recognized the kid as someone he played ball
against. At the station, to see the young man off were several
adults and close to a hundred boys and young men his age or
younger. Many of the youngest were crying and clinging onto the
cowboy as he made his way to the train. Everyone had to say
goodbye with a hug and a kiss. He was obviously emotionally
distraught over having to leave his friends and large family
behind. One little
boy about five years old came running up to him and jumped into his
arms. Waco watched as the boy gave him a big hug, kissed him on
both cheeks, and handed him his favorite plastic toy pony for him to
take with him. It was a poignant moment for the young man, and he
shed tears as he accepted it from the boy. He quickly tucked it
his arm and made his way to the steps as the conductor waved for the
train to start again. He stood in the open doorway as they called
to him and waved goodbye. When the train was underway, he turned,
walked into the car where Waco was sitting and smiled from ear to
ear. He headed straight for Waco.
“You’re Mr. Waco
Goodnight, ain’t cha’?” he stuck out his hand. “I’m Buskin
Namid. You and your brothers whipped our asses four years in a
row at football. We met as captain’s of our teams on the
field. I’d know you anywheres. I seen pitchers of you in
the paper. May I join you, Sir?” he asked.
“Be my guest,
Mr. Namid, but don’t call me ‘sir.’ That’s reserved for my dad.”
Waco smiled and motioned to the seat.
Sir. Please, jes' call me Buskin.”
“Call me Waco,
Buskin.” he grinned at the young man’s exuberance. “Ain’t ‘Namid’ a
Cheyenne name?” Waco raised an eyebrow.
It means ‘star dancer’ in Cheyenne and Chippewa. How’d ju’
know? Most people pick up on ‘Buskin’ being native American,
but you’re the first to know my last name is also an Indian name.”
of my slaves is a native American, Little Bear Tin Penny. Why you
train, Buskin?” Waco smiled.
“I hear’d tell
you’s going to A&M this fall. I had my choice of any school
in the Southwest Conference for a full football scholarship, but when I
heard you’s going to A&M, well sir, I knew I had to go there.
I wanna’ play ball with you, Waco. With your arm and my legs we
can’t be beat.” he said with enthusiasm.
“I been reading
about you. I remember you was the main power on your team.
guys was like us having to play iron man football.* You damn near
checked me several times. I was impressed, Son.” Waco
exclaimed with enthusiasm, and the young man grinned from ear to
ear. Waco offered his hand again, and they shook once more.
It was an instant bond. “Were all them folks yours, Buskin.
If’n they is, you got a damn big family.” Waco complimented him.
all my family, but not in the general sense. I’s from a boys
home for homeless children run by the Methodist Church. Them
adults were my house parents, and all them boys was ma’ little
brothers. I was placed in the home when I’s only three years
old. I ain’t never know’d no other family but the one I got with
them. They’s just like a real family. I love everyone of
them tykes, and the adults are special people. I think on
them as my mom and dads. Only thing is, I got several mom’s and
dad’s. More to love is the way I look at it.”
Buskin. I can understand your love and joy for them. I got
me a big
family what weren’t born under the same roof as me. I was an only
child, my mom died when I’s just a toddler and my dad was left to raise
me alone, cept’n we weren’t never alone. My dad and mom took in
my little brother JR who was the son of our housekeeper and one of our
lead cowboy slaves so’s their boy wouldn’t have to be brought up as a
slave. I think on JR and love him like he’s ma’ little
brother. JR and me had sixty cowboy slave brothers who loved us,
taught us to rope and ride and the cowboy way. When I’s twelve I
got me my own slave for a companion and protector. He’s a huge
beast I fell in love with at first sight. For ma’ birthday that
year I also got me two brothers for personal slaves as gifts from other
folks. You met ‘em on the field several times, Travis Jessup, and
Little Bear. Then later we got us several more brothers
Indigo/Blue, Lucas Long, Gaven, Jerry, Bronc, and T’sgan? Our
family grew and grew. Now I got all kinds of family I love and
work with every day. It broke my heart having to leave
them. I could see you were a bit upset have'n to say goodbye.”
it damn near broke my heart. Other than short trips to other
towns for football games, It’s the first time I ever been away
from home. I was big brother to a lot of them boys. That
little one what come running up to me and gimme’ his favorite pony was
one of my favorites. His name is Kevin. He had a hard time
when he first came to the home, but I tried to help him. He
slept with me for the first month, but then decided he was big enough
to have a bed of his own. His bed was right next to mine, but
he'd still slip in bed with me if'n he's worried or scared about
something until he became more sure of himself.” Buskin pulled out the
cheap looking brown
plastic horse and showed it to Waco. Waco admired it and handed
it back to the fine looking young man. Buskin lovingly put it
away in his canvas bag. “‘At’s worth more to me than all the gold
in the world, Waco.” he sighed.
brother, I got me a slew of little brothers what’s from other families,
but they belong to me. Four of ‘em, all about the same age, we
call the coyote cowboys.” Waco laughed.
“What you doing
on this train, brother? I would think a well-to-do, important man
would have his own transportation.” Buskin asked.
“It was offered
to me, and I probably will get some transportation later on, but I
didn’t wanna’ have to drive all that way by myself. Dad offered,
but I told him no. I wanted to go by train my first time.
Glad I did. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t a met you.” Waco could
charm the pants off a billy goat when he wanted to.
“I know’d you
was a cowboy to the bone.” Buskin grinned real big.
“To the bone,
brother!” Waco laughed and nodded. It was the beginning of a
wonderful friendship. It was a long trip into College Station,
but they talked, slept a little, ate together and talked some
more. Waco pulled out his lap top and began to show Buskin
pictures of the ranch and his brothers. When he showed him a
picture of his slave Ox, Buskin got a funny look on his face.
“That ain’t no
beast. He certainly ain't no monster; ‘at’s a Bigfoot. My
people know about Bigfoot. He
is our cousin. We call him ‘Chi-ye-tanka,’ a Lakota name for
big brother. When I first come to the home, I was so lonely I
made friends with a young one about the same size as me while I's
by myself down by the creek. We couldn’t speak to one another,
but I knew he wouldn’t harm me. We played together a lot that
summer, and he took me home to meet his parents. They were huge,
but they were very gentle, loving and kind to me. Because I was
their son’s friend, they considered me part of their family. His
me some of his milk from his huge breasts. I didn’t know no
better and drank it. Ever’ time I went to visit them, he would
pull me up into his big lap and offer his teat. I never
refused. I remember it as the best damn stuff I ever
tasted. It tasted like warm ice cream. It done something
magical to me, because I began to hear my furry buddy, and I could
communicate with him in my head.”
“Did he have a
name, brother?” Waco inquired.
parents called him ‘Droon.’ I loved him very much.” Buskin
lamented. The name rang a bell with Waco, but he didn’t say
“Go on with your
story.” Waco urged him.
One day I went
to meet him, but they were gone. I never heard from him again,
but once in a while, on a dark, moonless night, I could hear him call
to me in my mind. I know'd he’s still alive out there some'mers,
I ain't been able to hear him in the last several years. I worry
he might be dead. However did you come across one a them?” he
asked in awe. Waco told him how it came about, and the men who
captured Ox didn’t realize what they had. They tried to clip off
all his hair to make him look like a man so they could sell him as
a slave. He explained his original name was Garron, but he gave
him the cognomen of ‘Ox’ an abbreviation of lummox.
“Is he tame?”
Lord, I hope not. I never want my lummox tamed.” Waco laughed,
“If you mean is he housebroken or does he relate well with people, the
answer is ‘yes.’ He’s one of the three great loves of my life.”
other two, Waco?” he asked innocently.
Waco smiled sidetracking the issue. “We got us a special
relationship. My dad is the finest man I ever know’d. I
love and respect him like no other.” Waco got a glassy look in his
eyes. Buskin was touched.
“I wish’t I’d
had a dad I could be close to.” he lamented.
“Ain't never too
late, Buskin. I know lots of men what found they’selves a dad
after they's adults. My cousin is one. He was a slave for
ten years, but when he was emancipated he bought his slave daddy and
took him with him. They’s happy as two ticks on an old hound
dog.” Waco laughed.
thought about that kind of relationship. Men with men as masters
and slaves, or slaves together. I been taught it’s wrong, but I
got my own beliefs about it. Is it all talk, Waco, or does it
really go on?” Buskin asked.
“If you come
from a church home, they’ll likely tell you it ain’t so; h’it’s only
talk, but that ain’t the truth, brother. It’s the rule rather
than the exception. On some ranches it’s worse for the slaves
than it is on the Grange ranches. Grange members are humanist and
treat their slaves with respect, but they’re still expected to perform
as slaves with all that implies. Any previous hangups they had as
freemen have to be abandoned. It’s all part of breaking a slave
to the will of his owner.” Waco said and watched Buskin for a
reaction. There was none. “You’re wondering if I
ever...?” Waco smiled.
“No, no, I don’t
know you well enough to ask, Waco. It would be rude and
inconsiderate. H’it jes’ ain’t the cowboy way.” Buskin was
“Well, since you
put it that way, I’ll tell you. You answered your question
earlier when you said I’s a cowboy to the bone. That’s your
answer. Whatever you can imagine, I done it, except with
animals. I draw the line with my critter buddies, and I got me a
whole slew of creature pals I’ll introduce you to one day.” Waco
replied. They rode on in silence for a while. Waco was
reading some stuff on his lap top and could feel the wheels turning in
his companion's mind. He couldn’t figure out whether Buskin was a
fundamentalist or if he somehow missed getting the gene which cause a
propensity for belief in myths and superstition. Suddenly the
young man looked at him and Waco heard in his head.
milk makes you able to hear other's thoughts. >>
know. I drunk my fair share of it over the years. So
there's no need for secrets between us, is there, brother? >>
Waco, I ain’t a believer. I’m an Indian. I have secretly
learned the ways of my forefathers, but I also believe in the cowboy
for someone raised in a church funded home, Buskin.”
“I know. I
tried to believe. Them folks what raised me were good Christian
folks and taught me their ways, but they weren’t no rabid, foaming at
the mouth Pentecostals. They taught more about being good to my
fellow man. In some circles they might be considered liberal
Christians. I learned there are still pockets of them left what
ain’t been persecuted. I done all the things they think I should
to make them happy and proud of me, but my heart tells me there’s more
to a full life what they don’t know about and certainly more I don’t
know. I know you know what I’m talking about if you got a Bigfoot
for a slave and buddy.”
“I do. I
let you read my mind this time, but I been taught to block anyone
tapping my mind I don’t want hearing my thoughts. You shouldn’t
be tapping people’s thoughts less’n you got their permission.” he
I’m sorry. I don’t do it much. I done it some with my house
parents to understand what they wanted from me. It made it
easier. I done what they wanted and everyone was happy. I
wanted to be good and fit in, but I guess the truth is, I never
did. You’re the only other person other than my lummox brother
who can read my thoughts.” he said.
“I’ve had a lot
of practice. I can speak with my ponies and some other wonderful
critters. I have brothers who are better’n me at talking with
critters. Then I got me some canine brothers and sisters what’s been
genetically modified to talk.”
Talking dogs? I don’t believe you. You’re shit’n me,
cowboy.” Buskin said. Waco grinned, got a DVD from his
backpack and put it into his lap top. He punched in his id code
and on the screen popped up six pups on a stage with their big brother
Lucas Long leading them in singing “Would You Like To Swing On A Star.”
Buskin’s mouth dropped open, and then he started laughing.
God! That’s dubbed! It’s gotta’ be.” he challenged.
Waco smiled and showed another clip of him carrying on a conversation
with Moe talking about his life living with Stan and Jimmy Bob.
Buskin shook his head.
“I hope I’m
invited to visit your ranch someday.” he said humbly.
“Count on it,
cowboy.” Waco assured him.
They were tired
when they finally arrived at College Station. They were met by
upperclassmen in the Corps and taken to their dormitory. Waco and
Buskin decided to be roommates and were billeted in the new athletic
dorm. Waco thought he was traveling light, but Buskin had almost
nothing. He didn’t have a lap top or a lot of clothes to attend
classes. Waco would soon take care of that. Once they went
through orientation and got their classes assigned they returned to
their room for a rest period. Waco was pleased to discover Buskin
was taking the same pre-med courses. Buskin wanted to be a doctor
and return to help his people. Waco wanted to be a veterinarian.
“Do you know how
to use a computer, Star Dancer?” Waco grinned. Buskin
smiled at Waco’s use of the meaning of his name.
“Yes, I’ve had
classes and each home had a couple. We were allowed only a couple
of hours a day on them, because there weren’t enough to go
around. Seniors, like me, got the most time.”
“How you plan to
take notes and study without one?”
fashioned way, take notes by hand and study hard.” he replied.
We live in the age of computers. They make life so much
easier. Tell you what. I need me a new one. If you go
shopping with me, you can have this old one of mine. Ain’t
nothing wrong with it.”
“No, I couldn’t
accept it. I ain’t got the money to pay you for it, Waco.” he
anything about paying me for it? In your native culture it’s down
right rude and inconsiderate not to accept a man’s gift what’s
offered. You been
taught to do things for folks with no thought of getting anything in
return. Ain’t that what them Christianist teach, to give unto one
but...” Buskin knew he was trumped.
then. Say no more. We’ll go buy me a knew one, I’ll take us
to dinner, we come back, I’ll transfer my shit onto the new one, I’ll
erase the old drive and reinstall my lady friend's special operating
“You use another
operating system besides Gates or Linux? You got chore'self a
girlfriend as such, but a very special lady friend. She's family,
one of my super intelligent critter family. She created it, and
it can’t be
hacked or traced when you’re on the net. It can’t be detected by
other programs or systems. It’s silent and stealthy, but best of
all it is an evolved intelligence that will become your partner and
co-terminus to make suggestion and help you find what you need.
It will even help you study. It will drill you until you're ready
to take a gun and shoot it.”
Waco laughed at his exaggeration. “Here I’ll show you a pic of the
lovely lady what created the
system.” Waco clicked on a couple of windows and up popped a
beautiful shot of Ping which displayed all her many colors. She
was smiling and waving at Waco in the picture.”
She ain’t human.”
“No, she’s of
another species. He name is ‘Ping’ and her mate is ‘Pong.’
call themselves Langerians. They come from a planet in another
solar system what was destroyed by the same aliens what are making life
miserable for us today. They came wandering over the hill one day
during a Sunday afternoon barbecue on my twelfth birthday and asked my
dad for sanctuary on
our ranch. They managed to explain they were the last of their
species and they would work for him in exchange for food and a corner
in the loft of our barn. My dad is a man of infinite goodness and
compassion. He took them in and they became a couple of the
closest members of our extended family.” Waco clicked on another
file and the whole family of Ping, Pong, Jack and Jill came on the
screen. “As you can see they’ve started their own family.
Jack and Jill are my little brother and sister. They are
remarkable creatures, and I love them very much.”
“No, you’re the
one what’s remarkable, Waco. Who would suspect a cowboy would
know about such things?” Buskin said in awe.
Dancer, who?” Waco grinned. He got his point across.
knowledge of other star people, Waco?”
“Yes, more than
you can imagine, and each more wonderful than the next.”
“Can you tell me
“I can do
better'n 'nat. I can take you with me and introduce you to
them. Remember my look-alike cousin, Indigo/Blue?”
“Was he an
alien?” Buskin asked.
“No, he was
artificially cloned by a race of silicon bio-bots from my DNA.
He's one of a kind; unique in the universe. He
has a silicon life-form and a biological one living within him in
symbiosis. He's also my bonded brother. My dad thinks on
him as one of
my many brothers. But, enough of this for now. You will
learn many things about me, but I know I can trust you to keep your
“Of course, but
how do you know?” Buskin challenged.
“You belong to
me, don’t you? I just give myself to you by sharing these
things. I trust you.”
“Yes, of course,
how stupid of me.”
Star Dancer. You’re ma’ brother. I ain’t got me no stupid
brothers.” Waco took him into his arms, hugged him and bussed a
kiss behind his ear. Buskin melted into Waco’s big arms and shed
a couple of tears. “No time for tears, little brother. We
got us some serious shopping to do.” he urged.
The young men
went by the bank in the small town. Waco signed for his new
account, got his checks and credit card, activated it, and they hit the
There was one big sprawlmart just outside of town where Waco found a
lap top he liked with all the bells and whistles he wanted. He
was perfectly happy with his old one, but it was only a ruse to get one
for his roommate. So began a partnership that lasted through
their college days and for years afterward. They became
inseparable friends. Waco
was elected team captain his freshman year and Buskin was his
co-captain. Together they formed the core of a powerfully
unbeatable team. They became known as the Aggie ‘Buckaroo
Brothers.’ The cowboy and the Indian.
It was lucky they got
to the school early to settle
in, because the first week of classes flew by and they had their first
game the sixth of September against Miami and won handily. They
went balls-out studying and practicing football. They had a game
almost every weekend until they played Texas Thanksgiving Day.
They won and handed Texas their worst defeat in history.
Afterward, they had a few days off, a long weekend, to have a
belated holiday with their families. On their return
they were looking at a couple more bowl games. Whenever they
weren't involved with football they were in the library, on their
computers, or studying like crazy. Buskin named the co-terminus
of his computer after one of his great grandfathers, Comanche Chief
Ketemoczy.* Buskin shortened it to "Chief Kat." His
co-terminus searched the net until he found all the information he
could on the great chief and patterned himself after Buskin's great
grandad. Waco was right. While helpful and nuturing, the
old chief could be ruthless and
demanding in his drilling Buskin to learn the material to become the
best he could for himself and his people. Buskin came to have
great respect for his co-terminus. When time came for exams,
Buskin and Waco were always the two best prepared students on campus.
Buskin home with him for the Thanksgiving holiday. He didn’t
think he could
get out of going to his home, so Waco agreed to go with him with the
understanding Buskin would spend Christmas vacation with him on the
ranch and they could travel to his home for visits. He
agreed. Buskin shared his huge family with
Waco. They were thrilled Buskin had such a fine young man for a
new friend and readily accepted Waco. The men had a great time
and the boys listened endlessly to their stories about the games they
played that fall. Buskin and Waco were like gods to them.
Buskin’s baby brother, Kevin, was in his lap or Waco’s the whole time
they were there. They never got tired of him clinging to them and
encouraged him. Waco was taken
with the quality of life the folks were trying to provide for the boys
and contacted his dad for a donation. The
foundation along with the Grange donated a hundred thousand dollars to
was greatly appreciated because it came at a time when money was
tight. The administrators were looking at a bleak Christmas for
the boys, and they faced the possibility of having to close down the
What might happen to the boys was too dreadful for anyone to
contemplate. Waco had other thoughts, but he didn’t say
anything. He knew he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to this
home for boys. Waco Goodnight became like a patron saint to the
adults of the facility.
There was a lot
of concentrated study when the men returned to school. Waco and
Buskin hit the books and burned the midnight oil getting ready for
their first semester exams. To help them, a fresh jug of a sweet
milk would mysteriously appear in their small fridge in their room each
week. Waco smiled as he handed Buskin a glass. On his first
taste, tears came to the young man’s eyes.
that taste anywhere. ‘At’s lummox milk.” he said in awe.
“Right you are,
little brother. Drink up, it will help you in every way.
You’ll see.” Waco urged and they clinked glasses as a
toast. Waco was right, it did help him and Buskin greatly.
It increased their stamina ten fold and helped focus their
concentration to learn what must be learned. One day, during the
final week of their biology class, their professor threw open the class
for discussion or any questions his class might have about what they
how it might apply to their world. One student, who Waco and
Buskin pegged as the son of a fundie rancher, wanted to know what the
professor thought about the aliens everyone was talking about what was
stealing his family’s slaves and cattle. The professor smiled and
responded, until he saw one or a spaceship he didn’t believe in
them. He thought there would be some other explanation
found. Then he lumped in all the other cryptozoological critters
like the Loch Ness Monster and Bigfoot. Buskin looked at
Waco. Waco winked at him and Buskin stifled a laughed.
something to share, Mr. Namid?” he asked pointedly.
disrespect, Sir, but you’re wrong about Bigfoot. He does
exist. I had me one for a buddy when I’s just a kid. We’s
just about the same size. We played together all one summer, and
took me to meet his parents. They were huge but gentle and kind
to me. They could’ve easily snapped me in two and eaten me for
supper, but because I was their son’s friend and playmate, they treated
me with utmost love and respect; like I's one of their family. I
was even offered some milk by
my friend’s daddy, and I accepted. I drank from his huge teats,
and it was the most delicious milk I ever tasted. It tasted like
warm ice cream.” Buskin finished. The class hooted and
laughed at him.
story, Son. How old were you, Mr. Namid?” the professor asked
with skepticism in his voice.
“Five or six.”
“A classic case
of an imaginary friend.” he said.
wouldn’t lie, Dr. Dyer. I know Buskin too well. I know he’s
right, Sir. They do exist. I got me one for a slave, as a
personal servant and bodyguard. My daddy bought him for me when
I’s just a kid. He became my teacher and protector. I drank
my share of lummox milk. Buskin’s right, it taste just like ice
cream. He looks big and clumsy so they called him a lummox, but
he ain't clumsy a' tall. I shortened lummox to ox, and that's
what we call him; also, 'cause he's huge like a big ox. I
grew up with him by my side. He’s one of the great
loves of my life. He ain't just a slave, Sir, he's family.” Waco
stated as fact. The class went nuts
laughing and hooting at the professor and the captain of their football
team. They didn’t know what to think, but they were almost sure
Buskin and Waco were having fun at the professor’s expense. Some
wondered, because they never knew Buskin or Waco to make up a story
“Aww, come on,
guys. You’re setting me up. You’re two of the most
respected men in this school right now. Gimme’ a break.
You’re blow’n smoke up my butt. Help me out here. There
ain’t no such thing as Bigfoot, and you know it.” the professor
pleaded like he was on the ropes.
If you say so, Sir.” Waco backed down. He smiled at Buskin.
When the class broke up Buskin stayed behind for a minute as Waco went
to speak with the professor. He handed him a DVD.
“Take this home
with you professor and watch it all the way through in one sitting.”
Waco smiled. That night their phone rang in their dorm room.
Dyer. He wants to speak with you, brother.” Buskin grinned real
professor, what can I do for you?” Waco asked.
“Was that you as
a young boy in that video with those monsters?”
“Yes, Sir, it
was, but they ain’t no monsters, Mr. Dyer. The video was a
composite of other videos of various Bigfeet brothers of mine I’ve
know’d and loved over the years.”
“Do you know
what this means?”
“Yes, Sir, I got
me a good idea what it means, but we don’t want it disclosed.” Waco
“Then why did
you let me see it? What’s to keep me from showing this DVD to
other people?” he challenged.
“Try playing it
again, Dr. Dyer. It was being erased while you watched it, and it
can't be copied.
All you have is a blank DVD.” he grinned and winked at Buskin.
do that?” he demanded.
trick, Sir. I meant no disrespect, Dr. Dyer. I just think a
man of your knowledge and talent should know the truth. You told
to keep an open mind about evolution even though you don’t believe in
it. I thought if you learned there were other, highly
intelligent, bipedal critters what developed same as us, but with
different functions, you might reconsider.”
“I can’t, Mr.
Goodnight. My job depends on me speaking out against evolution
and teaching the bible is the only acceptable answer for the creation
of the world and man’s existence. There are state and federal
laws which preclude the teaching of evolution as a fact. Everyone
knows it’s little more than a bad theory.”
Sir. I ain’t trying to challenge the law or change your mind
none. It’s up to you to decide. I jes’ thought you might
like to have all the pieces to make an informed decision.” Waco said.
thank you for that.” Dyer was pleasant but frustrated. He hung up
the phone. He inserted the DVD and tried to view it again, but
Waco was right, it was blank.
“I hope it don’t
affect our grade, brother.” Buskin said.
We done good in his class. If we ace the final we’re looking at
an ‘A.’” Waco assured him rubbing his hands together.
The next day in
class the professor was subdued and low keyed. He reviewed
everything for the exam and told the class the important things to
remember and study. Waco and Buskin had their laptops on and
while everyone else was typing away at their computers, their
co-terminus' were taking notes and formulating study plans while
they listened. Professor Dyer claimed if they took good notes and
studied the things he told them, they would have no problems. At
the end of the class he asked for everyone’s attention.
“I would like to
make a formal apology to Mr. Namid and his fraternal brother, Mr.
Goodnight. I still hold my doubts about cryptid-critters, but I
have reconsidered my original position and have to admit there just
might be some validity to the legends of Sasquatch or Bigfoot.
Unless I see one for myself I will remain a skeptic; however, if I’m
ever offered the opportunity to meet one, in person, face to face, I
would not turn it down. I would love to be proved wrong.
Class dismissed.” he said and everyone began to leave the
room. “Mr. Namid! Mr. Goodnight! May I have a word
with you?” he asked.
professor.” answered Buskin.
there a way I could see one of these creatures for myself?” he asked.
“It might be
arranged, but not if you hope to bring them to the attention of the
world, Dr. Dyer. We love and protect them. They're a race
on the verge of extinction. The alien races that threaten our
planet almost wiped them out a number of centuries ago. A few
were sent to various planets where they could hide and reproduce, but
it’s been hard for them without a society. They became little
more than wild
animals but retained a high degree of intelligence.”
stories of aliens taking cattle and people for food are true?” he asked
“Very much so,
professor.” Buskin confirmed.
“Why isn’t our
government doing more?” he asked rhetorically.
discuss that with you, Sir. We don’t know. You’ll have to
ask your representative.” Waco said without nuance.
“Yeah, lot a’
good that’ll do me. I guess if you wanna’ know something in this
world you gotta’ find out for yourself.”
“May I suggest
the free-net, Sir.” Waco said.
That bastion of ultra-left wing fascist clap-trap?” he
“Surely a cowboy like you wouldn’t believe anything you read on the
free-net. It’s all just left wing propaganda. It’s
garbage. They call for the overthrow of our theocracy. They
claim people are dying right and left in Cheney camps and it just
isn’t so. They’re very well treated in those camps. I’ve
seen videos. They’re like country clubs. Our leader
wouldn’t let that happen to anyone just because they disagree with his
policies. This is America, the land of the free. They’re in
there because they’re criminals and traitors to their country.”
say, Sir, but there are other things on the free-net that ain’t
political.” Waco left it at that, and the men left the room.
Some of his
teammates discovered Buskin was from a Methodist boy’s home.
Buskin never tried to hide his background and freely discussed it if he
was asked about it in a nice way. They set up collections centers
all over the campus for toys and new clothes for his little
brothers. A major boot manufacturer heard about it and donated a
hundred pair of Western boots of all sizes, with a guarantee if every
boy wasn’t fitted with a pair they could return the boots for a pair in
their size. The football team, along with Waco and Buskin, boxed
the stuff and shipped it by train to the director of the home a couple
of days before the semester ended. It was four huge crates of
toys, books, videos, clothes of all sizes and boots. Waco was
amazed at the generosity of his fellow students. No matter how
screwed up their heads were with religious garbage and right winged
beliefs, they proved Americans could still be the most generous people
on Earth. If four crates weren’t enough, from last minute
donations, Waco and Buskin had four enormously heavy sacks of stuff to
carry with them on the train. They planned to take the gifts to
the ranch, drive over to Buskin’s home Christmas eve and take the gifts
Waco and Buskin
aced their finals. They worked hard and both had a four-point-oh
for the end of their freshman fall semester. They were thrilled
and looked forward to the Christmas holidays. All their teammates
were jealous they weren’t going home with their team captains to play
cowboys. They got everything together and stood checking to see
if they forgot anything. They were dressed in their Western
clothes. It was good to get out of their Corps uniforms.
“What time does
the train leave, brother?” Buskin asked.
“Anytime we want
it to, little brother.” he smiled.
understand. We’re gonna’ need help with these bags.” said Buskin.
“How would you
like to dance among the stars on our way home, Star Dancer?” Waco put
to him with a look of love on his face.
“You know I’d do
anything you asked of me, Waco.” Buskin said quietly. “You’re my
brother, and I love you.” he said.
“No more’n I
love you, bubba. We got ever’ thing together?” he asked.
packed. These are my things. I’m ready.”
Waco opened his arms. “Close your eyes and kiss me, cowboy.
We ain’t never kissed before, but that don’t mean I didn’t want to many
times. Set chore’ old ways aside for a moment and give yore’
brother a big ole wet, sloppy, Aggie Christmas kiss to start our
together. Show me how much you love me, Bubba.” Waco challenged
him. Buskin's heart
melted. He couldn’t count the times he wanted to throw his arms
around his bigger brother and do exactly what he was now urging him to
do. He didn’t hesitate for a moment. Waco took him into his
arms, held him tight and kissed him gently on the mouth. He let
Buskin take it from there, and he got the kiss from his brother he
for and more. Suddenly, there was a great flash of white light in
the room, and the men were standing on the deck of Waco’s ship, the
Buttercup. Waco was still getting some good loving from his
co-captain and hesitated to break it off. With a deep sigh he
off their kiss and held him even tighter.
“Now, you may
open your eyes, brother.” Waco held him as the young man
almost jumped out of his skin.
fuck! Holy shit! Where are we?" he demanded.
“On board my
spaceship, little brother, the Buttercup. Ms. Myra, say ‘hello’
to my brother, Buskin Namid.”
Mr. Buskin Namid, Sir! Yowser! Yowser, and ring my
chimes! Damnation, Captain Waco, you shore’ ‘nuff can pick
‘em. He’s a beauty! A thoroughbred if I ever did see
one. Too bad I ain’t got a body no more or this brazen old hussy
would give you a run for yore’ money, ‘at’s for damn sure! He’d
make me a fine trophy cowboy lover.” she giggled. “I’ll bet he’s
got a whopper on ‘em!
“Myra, mind your
manners! And for your information he’s hung like a small pony.”
it! I jes' knew it!” she exclaimed, “Sorry, Captain Waco!
Sorry, Mr. Namid. Welcome aboard the Buttercup, sweetheart.
I meant no disrespect, Son.”
taken. Thank you, ma’am. Where are you?” Buskin
“All around you,
Son. I’m this ship. I’m the evolved intelligence what flies
this, here, bucket of bolts.” she giggled again.
exclaimed. “How many times I done told ju’ the Buttercup ain’t no
bucket of bolts. You’re the only thing on this vessel what’s got
a screw loose.” he shot back.
sweetie!” she laughed. “You’re git’n better.” As amazed as he
was, Buskin broke up laughing at their exchange.
About that time
Jack Hall, Buck, Warren Steele, Horse, their son Colt, Trey Vinceeth,
and several others came onto the bridge followed by several of the
pups, Moe, Laverne, Patty, Larry and Shep. They were all bouncing
around trying to be the first to get Waco’s attention. Each one
was yelling something at him. It was utter confusion, but Buskin
loved it. It was like coming home to his little brothers.
Waco! Captain Waco! You’re home! You’re home!
And you brought Mr. Namid with you! Mr. Namid! Mr.
Namid! We’re great fans of yours! We watched you
play football with our brother on the video. We watch ever’
game! We never missed a one! You’re so great! You can
run faster than we can! We love you, co-captain Namid!
Gosh, he’s more handsome than the pictures you sent us, Captain.” they
“Buskin, meet my
little brothers and sisters. They’re all here except Lieutenant
JG Maxine Potter. She’s probably back at my uncle’s ranch or on
her captain’s ship on a run with him some’mers. That’s Laverne
Patty. The big one on the end is Moe, and the two with clan
headbands are Larry and Shep. They’re members of an alien space
crew on a ship called the 'Banshee.' They’re the captain’s
personal body guards.”
Buskin had to
shake each one’s paw and pet them. He was having a ball.
was carrying on conversations with five dogs, but he still couldn’t
believe it. They each welcomed him, had a big wet kiss for him,
wished him a pleasant visit with their family and a Merry
Christmas. He met Jack Hall and his mate Buck Hall. He was
blown away to meet Warren Steele, Horse and their bairn Colt.
Colt reminded him of his playmate from his childhood.
later about Horse and Mr. Steele having a bairn together.” smiled Waco.
“In the meantime, Ms. Myra, make sure we’re cloaked and take us out
past the Moon, please.”
Captain Honey.” she responded. Buskin laughed. Waco
grimaced and shook his head.
of your own spaceship? How Star Trek is that?” he laughed.
“I thought you
might appreciate a quick trip home by way of the Moon. I asked if
you might like to dance among the stars. I do a mean Texas
Two-step.” Waco laughed.
“Are you an
alien, Waco?” Buskin asked.
laughed, and the men chuckled.
“Oh, honey, he’s
about as alien as they come. H’it ain’t no wonder. He’s had
enough alien giz pumped up his cowboy butt he even walks like one.”
giggled Ms. Myra.
“Just row the
damn boat, Mrya!” Waco shot back in a disgusted voice. She fell
out in guffaws of laugher. She got a laugh from the other men,
too. Waco even laughed. “Fuck me! She could cut the
hide off’n a damn rhino with that tongue of hers!” he exclaimed through
his laughter. “To answer your question, little brother, I’m a
home boy, jes’ like you, but I promise this week you’ll meet some
aliens what will turn your head around. Let me introduce you to
your first one.” Waco motioned for Trey to join them. “This here
enormous humanoid is the Admiral of the ninth fleet of Visallian War
ships. He and his symbiotic race, the Shoshonni, have pledged
themselves to helping us escape Earth when the final holocaust
happens. He looks human enough he can pass in our society as a
big cowboy. Looks pretty authentic, doe’nee? However, he
has other attributes what are definitely not human.” Waco grinned and
complimented his lover, “His name is Captain Hogarth Treygor
Vinceeth. We call him Trey or Captain Vinceeth. He also
jes’ happens to be my bonded mate.”
Trey’s hand and told him he was glad to meet him, but his countenance
fell when Waco called Trey his ‘mate.’ Buskin had hopes of more
between him and Waco. Trey saw it and smiled at him.
none, young man. I ain't got no collar around his neck. He
on no short leash. He’s ma’ mate, but I ain’t neither no jailer
nor no master to him. If he ain’t making sweet love to one as
outstandingly handsome as you when you’s alone together at school, then
I bonded with the wrong cowboy.” Trey smiled and winked at him. “He
experienced enough or ready to be no man’s daddy, but he shore’ ‘nuff
can help you along the way until you find yore’self one.” he added.
“An alien what
speaks cowboy lingo?” Buskin asked in amazement.
“I been around
these cowboy yahoos too long, Son. I done picked it up listening
to them. When in Rome you do your best to fit in. Their
language becomes comfortable. It has a rolling gate to it much
like the way they walk in them big boots they wear.” he grinned and
pulled up his pant leg to show Buskin his huge buckaroo boots
handcrafted by Montana Hayden and his merry band of hominids.
he liked the huge alien man. He certainly didn’t want to be on
his bad side. He was built like a Sherman tank. He could
understand how Waco might fall in love with someone like him. He
was incredibly handsome and buffed to the nines. Buskin thought
it was silly of him to think about Waco that way. The man he
wanted would have to be older than Waco; although, he wouldn’t turn
down a romp in the hay with his bubba if Waco offered. Buskin
didn’t suffer long. He found his surrogate dad the minute he laid
Charlie Goodnight. It was love at first sight for both men.
It was like they felt the Earth move under their feet and the sky came
tumbling down. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind who the new
man would be bunking it in with while at the ranch. Buskin asked
if he would mind.
“Why would I
mind? Yore’ my little brother, ain’t cha’? He’s ma’ dad but
there’s enough of him to go around. If he’s happy, I’m a happy
camper. If you offer my dad some comfort and you give and take
from each other what you both need, I couldn’t approve more, little
“Ain’t he a
little young to be yore’ dad, Waco?” Buskin asked. Waco laughed.
“He’s older’n he
looks, bubba. There’s things we know I ain’t told you
about. We know how to stop and reverse aging in humans and most
animals. While you’re here I’ll have our medical staff give you
the long shot which will increase your age potential a hun'nert fold
while maintaining your present age.”
“You mean you
folks live forever?” he asked in awe.
near. Our leader, who gimme’ my spaceship is over two thousand
years old. Talk about maturity; yet, he don’t look a day over
forty.” Waco grinned.
* * * * * * *
came and a large contingency of men and several ladies wanted to make
the journey with Waco and Buskin to his home to spend Christmas eve
with the boys. All eight dogs were allowed to go; the pups,
including their parents Scraps and Happy. They were told they
didn’t have to keep quiet. They could talk and play with the boys
like they would anyone else. Lucas got them together and they
rehearsed several Christmas songs to perform for the folks. They
were in great voice. Daddy Scraps sang bass. Waco decided
it was Christmas and the boys might enjoy a visit from his slave,
Ox. Ox was in full winter coat and practically flowed everywhere
he went. Waco dressed him up in his uniform of big boots and
leather harness. He looked like something out of Star Wars, and
the boys insisted he must be a ‘Wookie.’
van was packed. The cowboy slave truck with extended work crew
cab was packed and in the bed were the heavy sacks of toys and other
goodies. Lazarus drove the ranch van and Hank Morgan drove the
cowboy slave truck. They were followed by the ranch wagon and
several other cars and trucks. They kept it a surprise and didn’t
tell anyone at the home they were coming. The smallest of the
boys, Kevin, told them his big brother Buskin wouldn’t forget him at
Christmas. He would be there. They tried to tell him Buskin
was visiting Captain Waco’s family for Christmas to ease his let down
when Buskin didn’t show. They had egg on their faces. His
hero did show with arms loaded with gifts. Kevin kept a lookout
for them. They tried to call him away from the window several
times, but he refused to leave. He kept looking out the window
when he finally saw the lights of the caravan.
here! He’s here! They did come! I told you so!
Buskin wouldn’t forget me at Christmas.” he crowed.
weren’t so sure, but they couldn’t deny there was a dozen or more
vehicles arriving at the compound. They walked out into the
bitter cold night to see who these people were and sure enough, Kevin
was right. It was beginning to snow, and it was a picture
postcard of the spirit of Christmas. One doesn’t have to be a
believer to enjoy the spirit of the season when humans seem to be at
their very best and most giving. It is a time of year when the
spirit of peace and hope, which surpasses all understanding, dwells in
the hearts of men everywhere.
Buskin! Waco!” Kevin yelled. Staff from the home took
the presents from Buskin, and he opened his arms wide for his baby
brother. They hugged, kissed and cried in each other's
arms. “I knew you would come, big brother!” Kevin said
through his tears.
“Of course I
came. I couldn’t let my baby brother celebrate Christmas without
me. I want you to know that pony you gimme’ sits on my dresser at
school. Ever’ morning I pet him for good luck, and I think on how
much I love my little brother what give him to me.”
“I knew he would
bring you luck, Buskin. I love you so much.”
“No more’n I
love you, baby brother. Now let’s us git in out of this
cold. It’s snowing jes’ for us for Christmas.” he allowed.
The home already
received the massive crates of gifts for the boys and it took
the staff days to go through and assign each present for the right
boy. Now they had four more enormous sacks to go through.
It didn’t matter, they were thrilled to have them and the
visitors. The boys went crazy over the talking pups and the staff
were amazed. Christmas was held in the main auditorium of the
school and when the pups came on stage with their cowboy brother Lucas,
the boys went crazy applauding. Lucas set on the edge of the
stage. He was dressed in his full Western garb with his big
buckaroo boots dangling over the edge. He had three pups on
either side and daddy Scraps behind them. Over the years, Lucas
took up playing the guitar and like everything else he did, he
became a professional at it. He was very good. He strapped
his fine guitar around his neck, tuned it a little, and strummed a few
chords. Then he started playing softly. You could hear a
pin drop the auditorium got so quiet. In a clear
country/Western cowboy voice Lucas began to sing ‘Silent Night.’
He was joined on the chorus by his companions in four part
harmony. Everyone was blown away including Buskin. Waco put
his arm around him and pulled him close.
Christmas, little brother.” he whispered.
“It is a very
merry Christmas, big brother, thanks to you and your wonderful
Christmas was a
great success. The staff claimed it was their finest Christmas
on record. They thanked the Goodnights and Buskin for making the
trip and sharing part of their Christmas with them. The boys
didn’t want to let the pups or Ox go. They each had to have one
last hug and sloppy kiss from them. The pups and the big furry
beast seemed to make their Christmas all the more magical.
and the closest Grange members had their Christmas the next morning at
and Waco’s house. Waco told Buskin he wasn’t to get presents for
anyone, but he made one small present for Waco. It was a small
semiprecious stone drilled on four sides with four gold tags on short
gold chains attached to the four holes. In the center, carefully
inlayed into the stone was a perfect gold circle with another golden
dot in the middle. Waco recognized it immediately.
beautiful. A god’s eye.” it was made with the greatest of care,
expert craftsmanship, and it radiated love. “What a treasure,
little brother. I will cherish this as much as you love Kevin’s
pony. Thank you.”
Waco and Buskin
got matching pairs of handmade buckaroo boots that fit like a second
skin made by Montana and his workers. Monty called them his Aggie
boot series. They had Texas A&M carved in big letters down
the side. The boot tops were dyed a rich, dark maroon with the
letters in a stark white. The bottoms were dyed a dark
reddish-brown color to match the senior Aggie boot colors and buffed to
a bright shine. They were outstanding. Waco and Buskin
almost pissed their Wranglers when they opened the boxes. They
noticed their names were engraved inside each boot. Buskin was
astounded. He got several cards with money, but he got material
gifts as well. Charlie bought him and Waco big black Stetsons in
sizes. Buskin looked quite handsome in his. When all the
presents were handed out, Buskin was several thousand dollars richer
and had more clothes and boots than he knew what to do with. He
was overwhelmed by the Goodnight family’s generosity.
He spent several
days with Waco touring the other Grange member’s ranches. He was
impressed but most blown away by the Potter/Goodnight ranch and their
wonderful variety of people and critters. He couldn’t believe his
old cowboy heroes Rocky Lane and Ben Johnson were alive and well,
on the ranch. He was even more astounded when he discovered they
were bio-droid clones of his heroes. He fell in love with Oblio,
Dexter, Cody, and Pearl. He became quiet fond of Captain Montana
mate Ramrod Russell. But he was most astounded when he was
introduce to the big lummox who took up residency in Monty’s barn
to be near his young ward, Oblio. Buskin’s heart almost stopped
when Captain Montana introduced Oblio’s companion and protector as
Is it really you?” Droon asked in stilted English.
me. Are you the same Droon I played with so many years ago?”
“I am. I
never forgot you. I’ve loved you all these years.” he opened his
arms. Buskin went to the huge beast and cried in his arms.
“I never stopped
loving you. I never knew what happened to you, but I heard your
from time to time. I knew you were still alive, but then I
stopped hearing you. I was so worried you were dead.”
“No, I was taken
to Mars for a while. Captain Montana and the Grange rescued me
who had me trapped. I asked to come back to Earth to be another
man’s baby’s wet nurse. After a while they placed the child with
a lummox family, and I was offered the job of being Oblio’s teacher and
protector. It’s so good to see you again and hold you in my
arms.” he said sincerely.
“You can speak
“Yes, I’ve been
learning. We have the ability, but most lummox don’t use
it. I want to become a part of the humans. I want to become
a part of you. I heard your name mentioned several times, but
never let myself believe it might be you.”
folks?” Buskin asked.
and living in the colony on Mars. My dad would love to see you
“I remember his
sweet milk.” Buskin said. “Waco’s been sharing his with me.”
“Where do you
think it comes from?”
“Yes, most of
it. My breast get too full sometimes. I only feed Oblio
when he needs some and other critters who need help, but it ain’t
enough to keep me drained. Captain Montana pumps it from me to
send to you
and Captain Waco.”
“God, it’s so
good to see you again and to know you’re all right. I still love
you, Droon. I always will.”
It is said the love between a lummox male and a human male is the
strongest bond in the universe. I think I believe it, Buskin.” he
said with all sincerity. They spent the
afternoon together enjoying each other's company. They walked
hand in hand through the meadows and joined everyone watching Monty and
Maxine put on a miraculous air show that astounded everyone.
Buskin confided in Droon he didn’t know if he was ready for all he was
being witness to.
my love, but take it one day at a time. Trust in Captain
Waco. He will be your rock. Don’t fail to offer yourself to
him. He will instruct you in the ways of love. Then one
day, when you’re ready, you will come to me, I will make love to you
and make you pregnant with my bairn. It might seem strange to you
now, but you will come to love me as your husband and we will have many
children and bairns together.” he boomed in his deep voice.
shocked by the big beast’s words, but he was so taken Droon should want
to share something so binding as family with him he was enthralled.
“I’ll have to
think about it, Droon, but I understand from Waco it is possible.
It will take me some time to get used to the idea.” he conceded.
“Your love for
me and mine for you will overcome all fears, Star Dancer. I knew
when we played together as youngsters I wanted you to have my
bairns. I still do.”
why I came to love you so much, Droon.”
time. There’s no rush. You will live a long life and so
will I. I’m here when you need me for any reason. I will be
the friend you always wanted, but I'm ashamed I left you alone without
I had no choice. My family was being tracked by hunters, and they
were closing fast. We escaped down into the badlands of Old
Mexico. There the natives treated us as distant cousins and left
food out for us at night.”
Droon led Buskin
away from the others and took him to his well hidden nest in the huge
loft of Monty’s barn. He offered Buskin his teat and the young
cowboy couldn’t refuse. As he drank, Droon slowly removed
clothing until they lay together naked. It seemed to Buskin like
the right thing to do. Droon played with him until he became hard
as a rock. He stopped Buskin from sucking his teat and spoke
softly to him.
“It’s my turn to
take your milk, my sweet friend.”
could protest the giant beast took his sizable penis within his great
warm maw and began to suck Buskin with incredible power and
sensitivity. There was nothing the young man could do. He
didn’t want to do anything but give his great beast what he most
wanted, a taste of his human friend. Buskin wondered at Droon’s
expertise. How could he know how to pleasure him so
greatly? It didn’t matter, before he could think of an answer
Droon had him to the point of no return.
Droon! Oh, god, I can’t hold it another second. I love you,
Droon!” Buskin yelled as he erupted into the giant’s mouth. Droon
sucked and sucked until Buskin became very sensitive and called for him
to cease. The big lummox stopped immediately.
“Am I suppose to
return the favor, my love?” Buskin asked.
not! You’re not ready. Not now anyway. You
need time. I didn’t invite you to my nest to force myself on
you. I invited you here to share my milk with you; to pleasure
you, and to show you my love. Whatever happens between us must be
your choice, little one. I have no fear. One day, you
will become mine. You will come to me, give yourself to me, and I
will be your husband.” Droon gently kissed Buskin, and he
responded in kind.
“I won’t say
‘no’ it won’t happen, Droon, but I will have to think about it.”
“Think all you
want. Talk with Master Charlie. Talk with your cowboy
brother, Waco. Speak with Warren Steele, Lyle Cummings, and
Commander Fielding. I’ll be waiting for you when you decide
you’re ready.” Droon droned in his deep base voice while bussing
a kiss on the back of Buskin’s neck.
* * * * * * *
The men chose to
take the train back to school. They thought they needed the time
alone together to talk about the time they spent and all the new and
wonderful things Buskin discovered. They talked about many things
including Buskin’s time with Waco’s dad. Buskin was a virgin to
sex of any kind. He never had physical sex
with another person male or female. Charlie Goodnight was just
the right man for the job of taking him for his first time. Waco
personally took Buskin under his wing and taught him how to prepare
himself. It made sense to Buskin and it made the experience all
the more enjoyable for him. When they finished, Buskin did as
Waco instructed and cleaned himself and Charlie. They lay
making love and talking with each other. Buskin enjoyed Charlie
so much he gave himself to him every night they bunked together.
The final night he talked with Charlie about Droon.
“I’m afraid the
big beast is right, Son. You will one day give yourself to him,
and he will become your husband. I’ve seen it happen too many
times. Once a lummox male and human male bond they will
pair off and become mates for life.”
“What about Waco
and Ox?” he asked.
“Is there any
doubt in your mind? My boy will one day have both Trey Vinceeth's
sons and several bairns by Ox. He’s bonded to both them creatures
and they love him equally. I don’t know how he plans to do it,
but they ain’t worried. If anyone can pull it off, no pun
intended, my boy will.” Charlie chuckled.
“What about us,
Mr. Goodnight?” he asked innocently.
“What we got is
special. You need a daddy until you can walk on your own in the
world and take your place by your giant’s side. I will gladly
take care of you and love you until you’re ready to move on, but don’t
think that’s the end. You won’t never stop being ma’ boy, jes’
like Waco won’t never stop being mine. I expect one day you might
have my son or perhaps a daughter with that big giant. It could
“As strange as
it might sound, I think I’d like that, Sir.”
“The more you
think on it, the better it’s gonna’ sound to you. Then one day,
you’ll know when you’re ready.”
* * * * * * *
The cowboys wore
their new buckaroo boots and matching Stetson hats Charlie bought for
them when they went back to school. They caused a stir on campus
when they returned. Every man wanted to know where they got their
boots, and if they could order a pair? Waco gladly gave them his
uncle’s address at the ranch and told them they could get price quotes
from his business manager, Gil Morris. Waco shared his world, and
his large extended family
with Buskin and showed him the wonders of the Grange and his close
associations with other creatures. Buskin’s mouth stayed open for
several days. Waco took him into space in his own spaceship to
show him the coming of the end of their world. Buskin was deeply
troubled, but Waco took him to Mars and Venus to show him some hope for
the future and another world. Buskin wanted to know if he might
be a part of this new world?
“You call me
your brother, and I ain’t denying it. That makes you a part of
me, doe’nit?” Waco smiled at him.
“I hope so.” he
answered your question. How could I leave my brother
behind? ‘Sides, my daddy’s done taken a shine to you, boy.
He’d shore’ ‘nuff whup my butt.” he laughed, “Whether I love you
or not, which I most certainly do, I got me a bona fide, certifiable,
warshed in the blood, womb to tomb, cowboy brother.” Waco
laughed. “‘Sides, why on Earth, would I show you all this and not
include you? It would be pert-damn heartless of me. It
would be like me showing you a Christmas tree loaded with presents and
tell’n you, you cain’t have none.” Waco teased him.
From that visit
on, Buskin invited his brother to his bunk regularly. While Waco
was a fine lover, took from him and gave him what he needed, he just
didn’t satisfy Buskin like his dad, Charlie. Maybe it was because
Charlie Goodnight was his first, but there was a spark Charlie had Waco
lacked as a sex partner he could only equate to maturity. Waco
took him like a concerned
brother. Trey Vinceeth was right. Waco was the best
brotherly fuck Buskin might expect, but he wasn’t ready to become
another man’s daddy. Buskin wagered a man like Trey had the
market cornered on being a man’s daddy. He thought he would have
to be to keep a man like Waco Goodnight satisfied. He laughed at
Ms. Myra’s gig about Waco having enough alien giz up his butt.
Charlie Goodnight took him like it was his due as his dad or as much as
Buskin hated the thought, as his master. It was a psychological
ploy Charlie learned from Lazarus. Lazarus was a good teacher,
and Charlie was a willing student. He learned well from the
master. It was the spark Buskin craved and could only get from
Charlie Goodnight, his surrogate dad. He returned to Charlie’s
bed every chance he got and became more involved with his beloved
lummox friend. A wonderful new world opened for him, and he was
more happy than he ever was in his life. For once he had
family. A real family. One he wanted to belong to, but he
never forgot his roots and returned often to help and encourage his
* * * * * * *
Waco and Buskin
played ball together for four years and won the Southwest Conference
Championship four years in a row. It was an unheard of
feat. A&M rose in the standing and everyone wanted to come to
College Station to play ball with the greatest team in college football
history. They got the cream of the crop and became
invincible. JR decided he wanted to follow in his big brother’s
boot-steps and their junior year he joined the team. He continued
Waco’s winning streak with his high school team. He was
the most outstanding high school athlete in the state his senior
year. He won the Heisman trophy his first two years at
A&M. Lazarus and Charlie laughed at Hank Morgan. They
swore his boots never touched the ground for two years. Ida Mae
was beyond thrilled. Charlie made sure she and Hank never missed
a game. When JR returned home and gave his dad his trophies each
year he won the Heisman, the old cowboy couldn’t speak. JR
reminded him of his promise he made to him several years before.
Hank agree, it was about time.
Their last two
years, they were invited to play in the Rose Bowl where they defeated
the number one team USC both times. Waco Goodnight, Buskin Namid,
and JR Goodnight became household words. Sports writers,
announcers and pundits all came to the same conclusion, Goodnight and
Namid could read each other's minds. Then they would laugh about
how ridiculous the thought was. It wasn’t so ridiculous to Buskin
and Waco. Their team members were quite sure of it.
Although the state became tainted by bad and ignorant political
figures, the men were proud of their Texas cowboy heritage and wore
their Western clothes to all interviews and TV appearances. They
did their best to present a good image for their state. They
achieved some success. The nation loved them and the Texas Aggie
team. They had offers from every pro ball team in the
nation. They could write their own tickets and become the
wealthiest ball players in the history of football, but they
respectfully declined all offers. They had other plans.
Both men graduated with honors and planned to continue their medical
school careers together, but it didn’t work out that way.
End of Chapter
74 ~ Waco’s Lummox
Copyright 2008 ~
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