The next day
everyone was up early going about their business. Lazarus had
breakfast with Charlie and the boys and was anxious to get to
work. He asked Charlie if he could ride the dun horse he broke
and rode out to pick up his things yesterday.
“Are you sure
he’s gonna’ be settled enough for you for a days work?” Charlie
“Yes, Sir, I
think so. He’s a good pony. He jes’ needs somebody to care
about him and treat him good.” Lazarus managed to get an apple
from Ms. Wallace and had it stashed away in his room.
put the dun pony with the remuda after his ride back from the
blue-granite mountains. He told him he was going to be good to
him so he rubbed him down and treated him to some quality hay and extra
oats. He walked into the barn expecting the dun to be out in the
pasture with the other horses. He wasn’t. He was in his
stall waiting for Lazarus.
it’s you. I suppose you want me to make-like we’re bosom-buddies
and pals again. >> the dun asked sarcastically.
Absolutely! You own me! I belong to you now! You
agreed! It’s the very least you can do for a handsome
hombre like me what saved you from that burr under yore’ blanket.
‘Sides, you lost the bet. I’ll tell you what,— you ain’t gotta’
work with me today if’n you don’t want to,— I ain’t gonna’ force you,—
but then, you won’t get what I brung ya’ to make yore’ day a little
chu’ got, cowboy? No, wait! >> sniff, sniff, snort,
<< Dayamn, that smells mighty good, pardner. What is
now suddenly I’m yore’ pardner? >> Lazarus teased.
stretched it’s neck over the stall gate to get closer to Lazarus.
in yore’ back pocket. I can see it. What is it, Lazarus?
to his back pocket and took out the shiny red apple. The dun took
one look and inhaled deeply.
have it, Lazarus,— please. >>
hear you say it, pardner. >>
you’re mine. I own you. I’ll work with you. I won’t
give you no grief. We be pardners. What’re you wait’n on,
saddle me up! Let’s go! Now,— gimme’! >>
as he gave the dun its treat. It made obscene sounds,—
smacking and slurping noises as it quickly consumed the apple.
that was good, pardner. Thanks. >>
this partner thing ain’t gonna’ be so bad after all. >>
<< Like I
done told ju’ yesterday, pardner, if I gotta’ own a rider, I’m glad
it’s you. Now, come on. Git up here and let’s git out
there. I’m gonna’ be so embarrassed in front all them other
horses. I bragged to ‘em I wouldn’t never own me no rider.
a lot, Dun. Hold yore’ head up high. Step lively. I’m
proud of you,— proud you own me,— so show a little pride in
ownership. Show them ponies you’re proud of yore’ rider.
Tell ‘em you held out for the very best. They should be so lucky
to own such a fine rider. >>
With that the
dun lifted its head and walked a little taller. It was the
beginning of a great and strong friendship that lasted over two hundred
to Hank Morgan after he saddled the dun. Hank gave him
instructions what he wanted to get done and introduced him to the
salve-hands he would be working with. Everything went well, and
the men worked hard ‘til noon. They were surprised when Lazarus
sat down with them and ate slave chow and a biscuit for his
lunch. No one commented or said a word; however, they were
impressed he didn’t act like he was better than they were. He
treated everyone with respect and expected them to treat him the same.
As the weeks
passed, Curley Jones became suspicious and a little upset with Lazarus
working as a hand. He told Hank he thought Lazarus might be
trying to take his job away from him. Hank laughed at him.
“Which job are
you talk’n ‘bout, Curley? Being a slave? I don’t think the
man is really interested in becoming a slave. If so, not to
worry, he can have my job anytime he wants it. We may be crew
leaders for Master Goodnight, but we’re first and foremost his
slaves. Beyond taking care of us like he would any other
livestock on this ranch, we don’t git paid for our ‘positions.’
They’re positions of trust,— because he trusts us enough to git the job
done. Lazarus has been working jes’ as hard as the rest of the
men for the last couple of weeks. I can’t fault him for his
work. I’m glad he’s on my crew. You best be nice to the man
and treat him with the same respect he’s treating all the men.
You never know, tomorrow he just may be yore’ boss.” Curley
walked away muttering to himself. After a couple more weeks,
Lazarus’ humility and genuine selflessness even won over old hard-nosed
It took Waco and
his posse several days to talk about and draw up elementary plans for
the remodeling they wanted for the big room and their bathroom.
They wanted to get it into the computer as a graphics program.
Charlie took a look at what they had, he was satisfied they’d done
their homework for the project and didn’t really need to go to the
bother of recreating it in a graphics program; however, Waco
insisted it would give the builders a more complete picture of what he
wanted, and it was important to him.
delightfully amused at his boy’s thoroughness and the importance he
placed on the remodeling project. The boys carefully measured
every inch of space and noted the height and position of every fixture
to go into the big room and bath. Waco asked everyone for their
ideas and suggestions. Even Ida Wallace had a couple of good
ideas for the boys. She thought since they would soon start
shaving, more than one sink and toilet would be a big help to cut down
on morning rush to get ready to meet the school bus. Waco
commented over dinner one evening they were having a difficult time
getting what they had on paper into the computer.
“Have you men
asked Ping and Pong for their help? Ping is exceptionally gifted
when it comes to cybernetic brains or static digital processing.
Pong is almost as good as she is, but he’s not as patient with
‘who-mons’ as they call us.” Lazarus laughed.
“No, but thanks,
Mr. Long,— we’ll ask them.”
asked Ping and Pong if they would mind taking a look at his computer
and give him some ideas how he might get his drawings from paper into a
graphics program. Ping was excited and immediately agreed to
help. Pong was a bit more cautious but agreed to help Ping.
Waco took them into the house to the room upstairs he turned into his
trophy room and study. There he had his desktop computer.
They were interested in his room and asked questions about each of his
trophies and 4H ribbons. They looked at and admired pictures of
him showing livestock at the fair.
Waco showed Ping
the drawings and dimensions for the changes they wanted to get
done. He showed her how he scanned their drawings into the
computer program. Ping smiled when she saw the ancient digital
equipment. Waco showed her how to use the mouse and keyboard and
showed her a file of a graphics program he downloaded from the
Internet. He handed Ping the mouse. She smiled at him and a
set it aside. She got comfortable in Waco’s chair. The boys
watched as Waco’s computer began to go crazy. Waco thought it was
out of control as no one was doing anything to the mouse or
keyboard. He went to grab the mouse, but Ping put her small hand
on his and stopped him.
not need mouse, Master Waco. >> She smiled at him.
Suddenly a beautiful three dimensional graphics drawing of the room and
the bathroom came up on the screen. The boys were in awe.
They all when, “Woooah!” at the same time. It was beautiful and
it was perfect for their needs. There wasn’t only one but six
detailed pictures to scale of what and how they wanted it to
look. All they had to do was print it. Ping turned to
machine have clumsy, bad operating system, Master Waco. Ping make
new system for you to better serve your needs. Ping make system
not built on redundancies like one called Mickey-soft. Start with
good logic, no need for redundancies, faster machine work. Bad
set of instruction. Many errors. Too slow.
Redundancies cover multiple redundancy errors. Not good
Information pile up. Confuse machine. Machine caught in
conundrum, shut down. Big gaps in input and output protocol,
allow for invasion and confiscation of private information. Not
good in today’s world. Ping fix, block all that. Make
Master Waco’s computer safe from prying eyes. >>
Waco had no idea
what she was talking about. Travis did. The boys couldn’t
thank her enough. They had a healthy new respect for the
beautiful animal’s abilities. Ox was watching over their
shoulders and laughed when he saw the beautiful pictures Ping
created. He knew she must have enhanced the limited program Waco
downloaded and most probably used one of her own she had stored in her
memory. To her it was only a matter of downloading it from her
brain. To do that, she didn’t need an interface. She not
only became the interface, she became one with the computer.
knew what the two of them were doing half the time. He just knew
since he turned all the cyber functions over to Ping and Pong his ship
and its systems had never run better, and he never had to worry about
something breaking down. If it did, they fixed it or dispatched
one of the drones to fix it immediately. If it was in or around
Lazarus personal quarters, the Captain’s area, it got top
priority. They saw to their boss’ comfort first, except in
emergencies. They ran a tight ship where the droids, drones and
bots were concerned; however, they were also quick and efficient in
repairing any that were not working to peak capacity. Some of the
servant droids were more ‘aware’ than others, and those that were,
looked upon Ping and Pong as their personal Gods.
Later in the day
the boys visited Waco’s new colt and took him a bottle of formula from
the recipe Ox gave him, except Waco added two cups instead of
one. Ox said it would be all right. It would just be
stronger for him. Waco had his two slaves suck it out of him and
spit it into a measuring cup. He added it to a gallon of raw
cow’s milk. Waco put it in a one point four liter plastic calf
feeding bottle which is about a quart and a cup. It had a rubber
nipple on the end that looked like a cow’s udder. The rest Waco
put in a big plastic jar and placed at the rear of the big fridge on
Ida used the
second fridge for things she didn’t use too often but would be handy
when she needed them. Waco was all the time keeping something on
the bottom shelf for feeding some animal that lost its mother or she
ran out of milk. He would have to step in and feed the calf or
young horse until it could be weaned. Everyone wanted to go visit
‘Ranger,’ Waco’s new Shire colt. Waco marveled at his beauty
every time he saw him. He had him in a grazing pasture with a
couple of mares who told Waco they’d look after him; however, neither
one had any milk for him. They told him and Waco did, too;
however, he tried anyway and would get a sharp warning kick. Waco
heard Millie, the blue roan tell him,
kid, we told Master Waco we’d look after you, but you can’t be suck’n
on us. It hurts when we don’t have no milk to give
you. Trust your new master, he’ll take care of you,— you’ll
Ranger was happy
when he spied Waco and his posse coming with a bottle. He ran up
to them and greeted them.
Waco, is that for me? >>
<< It sure
is, young’un. You didn’t think I was gonna’ let you starve, did
didn’t know. I tried eating the oats and hay, but it jes’ don’t
taste as good as my momma’s milk. I miss her so much, Master
<< I know
you do, Ranger, but you’ll come to love it here. Tomorrow I’ll
have more time to spend with you. In the meantime try this.
Waco stuck the
bottle out for Ranger, and he lost no time sucking on it.
this is so good, Master Waco. It tastes better’n my momma’s milk.
you like it. Starting tomorrow you’ll git two of these a day
until you start liking the taste of solid food better. >>
<< It’s so
sweet. Thank you, Master Waco. Maybe it won’t be so bad
here after all. Millie and Joyce have been good to me. They
watch out for me and keep the other horses away. I’m afraid of
some of the bigger stallions. >>
natural, but you’re gonna’ grow up to be much bigger than them, so
don’t you worry none. Just stay out of their way and let Millie
and Joyce handle them. >>
his bottle and asked if he could have another. Waco told him only
two a day,— if he’s still hungry to eat some of his oats and hay or try
grazing on the nice green grass in the meadow. He said he’d
try. At the end of two weeks Ranger was pretty much weaned from
milk but Waco kept giving him one bottle a day for the next two
weeks. It seemed to really help him grow and develop more
quickly. He was gaining weight and growing up fast.
* * * * * * *
JR observed what
Ox’s milk did for Travis, and over the week he actually noticed a
in the way Rabbit was walking. He didn’t say anything, but he
wondered if he had some of Ox’s milk, maybe he wouldn’t get such bad
headaches. It seemed like any time he was having a good time or
he got excited about something, his head would start pounding, he would
get nauseated, throw up and have to lay down for several hours.
It even affected him at school. He would have to spend hours in
the nurses room on a cot. He talked to his mother, but she wasn’t
too keen on the idea; however, he knew how to get around her.
JR knew all he
had to do was go to Hank Morgan and present his case man to man.
If it was something he really wanted and could convince Hank it was a
good idea, after Hank talked with Ida, JR usually got what he
wanted. He talked with Hank and told him the things he’d
seen. Hank talked with Lazarus at lunch the next day and asked
him about it. Lazarus assured Hank it wouldn’t hurt the boy and
Ox already told JR he had a chemical imbalance in him no one knows
about and a doctor wouldn't find. Lazarus was sure some of Ox’s
would correct the problem.
problem, Hank, is lummox milk is kind of addictive. Not like a
drug, mind you, but it tastes so good the kids want more. It
won’t do ‘em no harm. Hell, I drunk lummox milk for years.
Keeps this old body in pretty good shape. The more the kids drink
the healthier they’ll get. My advice to you is tell Ida not to
worry and let the boy git his fair share. As long as these boys
are growing, it’s Ox’s natural instinct to produce milk as a
preservation of the species thing. He has to be milked almost
like a cow or he starts to hurt.”
Hank just shook
his head and thanked Lazarus. He talked to Ida that evening and
told her what Lazarus said.
sweetheart,— he said Ox is capable of telling what’s wrong with a
person. Says JR’s got a chemical imbalance that his milk will
correct. If that’s true we’d be denying him something that would
make his life a lot easier. I felt so darn sorry for him on
Waco’s birthday when you had to bring him in and put him to bed.
I came back here and stayed with him all afternoon.”
“I guess you
right, hon. If there’s any chance it might help him, I want him
to have it. It jes’ sounds so weird. Milk from a male
critter? Lord help us. Okay, will you tell him? I
don’t even like to think about it.”
“Sure, you know
I will, Darlin.’ You know, Ida, you’re a wonderful mother to him,
and it makes me love you all the more. I’m so proud of him
sometimes I wanna’ bust a gut. I love him so much, I pray this
will make him feel a little better.”
Hank had a talk
with JR and told him it was all right with him and Ida if he tried some
of Ox’s milk. JR wasn’t real sure why he loved Hank Morgan so
much, but he didn’t have the same closeness with Charlie he had with
Hank. Charlie was good and kind to him, but he just had a
communication with Hank that was special. He didn’t think of Hank
as a slave. He thought of him as his friend and mentor.
When he thought about it, he had to admit, he loved Hank. He
didn’t mean Mr. Goodnight any disrespect, but sometimes he found
himself wishing Hank was his dad. He didn’t care Hank was a
slave. That evening JR
got his first taste of lummox milk, and like the other boys, couldn’t
get enough of it. His imbalance was corrected almost immediately,
but he continued to drink more of Ox’s milk as the months went by until
by the end of the summer, he had gained in stature and physical
strength. He never had another migraine after that. The
more he grew, the more he began to look like his father. Everyone
knew it would only be a matter of time.
* * * * * * *
The weeks began
to pass and things settled down to a normal pace at the ranch.
Work was started on the remodeling project of Waco’s large bedroom and
bath. It didn’t take as long as they projected and was finished
well under original cost estimates. There were a couple of extra
luxury items which weren’t necessary Charlie thought might be nice.
also built a new bed for Waco according to his specifications. It
measured ten feet wide by twelve feet long. The way Waco designed
it, it had a four by four post on each corner that were eight feet
tall. He designed an overhead superstructure that was covered
with three quarter inch plywood for storing things above the bed if he
wanted. It was properly braced and it wouldn’t move an inch no
matter who was laying on it. It was so sturdy it would’ve held a
Sherman Tank. It wasn’t fancy. It was totally utilitarian
but it was built for comfort and stability, not as a piece of
furniture. However, when they got it set up in his big room it
looked like it belonged. It gave the room a rustic, authentic
Western bunkhouse look to it that Waco loved.
a special mattress and box springs from a company in Austin and they
had it ready by the time the room was finished. It was an
enormous bed and would easily hold Waco, his lummox and both his slaves
with no problem. Charlie had to have special mattress pads,
sheets and covers ordered for it. Everything was completed with
Waco’s new bed installed two days before Charlie’s birthday.
* * * * * * *
birthday was not as big a celebration as Waco’s but it was a good
day. Most of Charlie's relatives came for the day. His two
brothers from the city didn’t make it; however, Charlie didn’t really
expect them to. Of course Angus wouldn’t have missed it for the
world and brought only his immediate family. Waco greeted his
uncle, but was visibly disappointed his Uncle Shane wasn’t with
them. He didn’t say anything, but Angus could read him like a
“Yore’ uncle is
coming with his master, Son. They should be here any
minute. They better, they got our present for yore’ dad in the
back of the van. I think Bill had to stop for gas on the
way. None of the other slaves are coming, but I couldn’t very
well invite my ranch foreman without inviting his personal body slave,—
now could I?” Angus grinned and winked at Waco. He hugged
his uncle and gave him a kiss.
“You’s so full
of shit, Uncle Angus. God, I love you. I love my new pony,
too. I got him almost weaned. You won’t believe him when
you see how he’s grown.”
“He ain’t the
only one what’s grow’n. Look at them two slaves of yours.”
standing back jumping from one foot to the other to greet Master Angus,
but he didn’t dare until his master greeted his uncle. Waco
motioned for him to come. Rabbit ran to Angus’ arms and the big
man grabbed him, spun him around, hugged and gave him a kiss.
Rabbit returned it and stopped for a moment.
Master Angus, I was so happy to see you again, I forgot my
manners. I promised you last time you was here I’d try to become
a good slave and I’m trying, Sir.”
Angus put him down and fell to his knees in the dust of the compound.
permission to pay homage to yore’ boots, Master Angus?”
kissed each of Angus’ big boots and sat back on his heels. He
found Angus’ hand waiting and performed the rest of the Master/slave
greeting ritual. When Angus told him to come to his arms, they
did the whole thing over again and this time Rabbit was laughing and
giggling as Angus’ tickled him.
“Damn, it’s good
to see you again, Chief. I done heard it through the grapevine
you got chore’self a new name.”
Master Charlie’s been call’n me that. I like it. My
granddaddy’s a Chief, and if’n I wasn’t enslaved by my daddy, I’d be in
line to become a Chief. So maybe Master Charlie’s name for me
makes up for it a little bit.”
“I think it’s a
great name for you. You are a Chief in my book, Son.” Angus
poked him in the belly with his big finger and got another round of
laughter from Rabbit.
“I hear tell you
been being good to my brother.”
I been sleep’n with him a lot. I worry about him being all alone
in that big bedroom a’ his by his-self. Jes’ ain’t right, Master
Angus. I don’t want him git’n lonely, so I offer to keep him
company ‘most ever’ night. Sometimes he don’t want no company,
but more times than not, he does. Don’t tell him I said so, but I
think I’m git’n to be a habit with him. ‘S’all right by me, I
love bunk’n it in with Master Charlie. I like waking up next to
him and grab’n me a big ole handful of Goodnight cowboy dick to hold on
to when I feel like it. Makes me sleep better.”
with laughter. He knew Charlie was doing nothing more than
letting the boy sleep with him until he got fully adjusted to his new
life. Charlie was becoming the loving father figure Rabbit never
weight, young’un. You gotta’ be ten pounds heavier than last
time. I can feel it.” Angus bounced Rabbit in his arms.
H’it’s Ox’s lummox milk and the good food they been feed’n me.
Master Waco don’t let me take my own food. He piles it up on my
plate and tells me to eat it. Sometimes I can’t eat it all, Sir,
but I do my best. I feel better’n I have in a long time. My
legs don’t hurt me no more like they used to. I can walk more
normal now. They been take’n real good care of me, Master Angus.”
“What’ud I tell
You done told me to give ‘em a chance, and I’m glad I promised you I
would. I ain’t going nowheres, Master Angus. Jes’ like the
first time I seen you,— I know’d me a good thing when I see’s
it.” Rabbit grinned wickedly at him. Angus threw back his
“Glad to hear
it, Chief. You still wanna’ go back to that Tennent boy?”
I ain’t done nothing with Master Waco yet. I asked Master Charlie
if’n he don’t like me. He told me Master Waco loves me as much as
Travis or Ox, but I gotta' give myself to him. I thought I
already had, but I guess not. We got us a slave ceremony later
this evening. I’m think’n on doing it then. Maybe he’ll
take me to his bed.”
“Didn’t I tell
you, you’d have to give yore’self to my nephew,— he wouldn’t just order
you to his bed and take you. Although, it would be his right to
do it, I know that boy,— he jes’ ain’t that way. You humble
yore’self to him this evening, offer yore’self and you’ll git the
best damn fuck’n you ever had. You won’t even think of that
Tennent boy no more after Waco takes you.”
Angus, you git’n me hard jes’ talk’n ‘bout it. He’s got a dick
near-like Master Charlie’s, and he should be a mean fuck. I think
he’s gonna’ be bigger'n Master Charlie.” They shared a laugh.
Angus put Rabbit
down, greeted Travis and shook Ox’s big paw. He was still
impressed by the size of the lummox. His brother and he talked on
the phone several times a week and Charlie was keeping Angus appraised
of all the interesting and new things going on at the ranch.
While they were
talking the van pulled into the compound. Master Bill was driving
and Shane was riding in the passenger seat. He had a big smile on
his face as he saw Waco waiting for him. He jumped out of the van
and fell to his knees in front of Waco.
pay homage to your boots, Master?”
granted, handsome slave.” Waco responded quickly to get the
ritual out of
the way. They completed it hurriedly and Waco was in Shane’s
enormous arms hugging and kissing him. They were so glad to see
each other. Master Bill came around the van and Waco shook his
hand and warmly greeted him. Lazarus walked up behind Waco to
greet the men. Shane went through the master/slave ritual with
Lazarus and got a hug and a kiss. Lazarus would’ve liked to give
Bill Birdsall a hug and a kiss, but protocol didn’t call for it.
‘Too, bad.’ he thought to himself. He was going to have to
work on that.
Ranger came with
Bobby and Elsie Jessup. He brought Charlie a gift, they had some
food and socialized with everyone, but they didn’t stay long.
Ranger’s wife was getting worse, her sister was with her, but they
didn’t want to leave her for very long. Bobby and Elsie couldn’t
believe the change in Travis. His color was better, he was
breathing better, and he gained weight from the last time they saw him
several weeks ago. He told them all about the miraculous healing
properties of Ox’s milk. They were impressed. He told them
he hadn’t used his inhaler once in the last week. Bobby and Elsie
were beside themselves with joy. Ranger was thrilled for Travis
as well. Ranger and Bobby sat down with him to have lunch.
Elsie sat with some of the women folk so her men could have a chance to
talk by themselves.
“Travis, Son, I
can’t git over how good you look. You look like a different
person than the boy we brought over here almost a month ago for Waco’s
birthday gift. It’s amazing. You’re filling out, and I
you’re an inch or so taller.” Ranger was going on over him.
Ranger. I feel great. I ain’t had to use my inhaler in the
last week. Ox’s milk is like a miracle. It’s helping
Rabbit, too. He had the rickets so bad he walked like a
knock-kneed old cowboy. He complained he hurt a lot, too.
Now, he can walk right and he says he ain’t in any more pain.
He’s gained some weight, too. Master Waco piles the food on his
plate and encourages him to eat. I just take what I think I can
eat, but lately I been more hungry than usual. We been awful busy
around here. We’re going from sun up to sun down.”
“That’s great to
hear, Son, and we can see you’ve improved. You look so much more
healthy, you got a glow about you. I gotta’ agree with Master
Ranger, you’ve definitely gained weight. Damn, I was all worried
about you, and here you’s look’n better’n I seen you in a long
Travis’ dad Bobby told him. “Tell us,— ” Bobby leaned close so
nobody would hear but Ranger and him, “are you enjoying being Master
Waco’s slave, Son?”
“I had the honor
of being Master Waco’s first, Dad. For his first time he was a
wonderful partner, and he’s only gotten better. Each time I swear
he couldn’t git no better’n the last time, but you know what,— he
always is. I couldn’t be more satisfied. Dad, I gotta’
thank you for your help and encouragement. You ,too, Master
Ranger. If’n h’it weren’t for ya’ll I wouldn’t have been able to
be the good slave for my master he needs right now. Dad, I jes’
want chu’ to know how much I love you for teach’n me how to partner a
master like you done. I couldn’t a’ had me no better teacher or
partner. I will always remember our times together as the most
wonderful experience of my life. I love you, Dad, with all my
heart, and I can’t thank you enough, Master Ranger, for sharing
yourself with me. Next to my dad, you’re about the finest man I
ever’ know’d, Sir.”
Bobby and Ranger
got all choked up and couldn’t answer for a minute. Ranger
looked at Bobby to take the ball, he couldn’t speak.
“What we shared,
Son,— what you and Master Ranger shared, was just as wonderful and
meaningful to us as it was for you. I will take those times we
spent together to my grave as some of the most important and loving
times of my life. Few men ever get to be as intimate and as close
to their son as I done with you, Travis, and for that I will always be
grateful. We both got Master Gibbons to thank for that. I
had me a lot of misgivings about teaching you what I
had to, Son, but ever’ time we were together, at some point I would
think to myself, ‘No,— this is so right, and if'n I don’t enjoy my boy,
he’ll know and then I’ve failed him. If I withhold from him my
joy, my pleasure or my love, then all my effort is for nought,— for
those are the very things you were suppose to learn. We wanted
you to know and feel confident you’re capable of bringing great joy,
pleasure and love to your master, and from the looks of you,— I say you
couldn’t have no better young master. I know a happy, contented
slave when I see one, boy.
You can’t know
how proud we are of you, Son. We’re so happy for you that you’re
happy, and you have a good home here. We thought this would be a
great opportunity for you, but as a father, naturally, I had my fears
and doubts. Master Ranger came to me several times asking if'n I
done the right thing by you. Seeing you now, Son, makes us feel
wonderful knowing we did do the right thing. Yore’ ma is beside
herself with joy she’s so happy for you.”
“I gotta’ thank
ma for her wonderful advice and suggestions. She was right-on and
the couple of talks we had come in right handy.”
“I know she’ll
be glad to hear that, Son.” Bobby assured him. They went on
to talk about many things. Travis could see the wheels working in
Master Gibbon's head every time someone mentioned the miraculous
powers of Ox’s milk.
* * * * * * *
Cotton Daniels and Hoot Austin, who were invited to Waco’s
birthday party but had some last minute problems with one of Hoot’s new
slaves and couldn’t make it, arrived for Charlie’s party in a big
pickup truck with a good size horse trailer attached to the bumper
hitch. Waco knew they were close friends with his dad, but he
know their exact relationship. He knew both of them never missed
his dad’s birthday and remembered him every year at Christmas.
They brought Waco a belated gift they meant to bring on his
birthday. It was a fine, hand tooled, junior roping saddle.
It was beautiful. Waco was thrilled with it and took it to the
tack room off the new barn.
In the trailer
they brought their roping ponies and a beautiful buckskin horse as a
gift for Charlie. It was not only a roping pony, but trained to
be a champion cutting horse. Charlie secretly admired Cotton’s
skills in training horses and Hoot’s expertise in training
slaves. If he ever had a difficult slave it would be a hard
decision for him whether to send him to Hoot and Cotton or his brother
and Bill Birdsall.
beyond thrilled with his gift, and the two cowboys were equally happy
give it to him. It made Waco begin to wonder what their
relationship was with his dad. They three men seemed to share a
closeness most other men didn’t share with his dad. Charlie told
him they would be coming for his birthday party, and they would be
staying for the slave ceremony afterwards. Waco knew only a
few people were invited to attend who were not slaves and had to be
voted on and invited by the slaves themselves. They voted
on Waco attending after they asked Charlie if he thought Waco was of an
age he might appreciate their ceremony. When the
slaves found out Lazarus was, himself, a slave at one time, they voted
unanimously to have Hank invite him. At supper one evening a
couple of days before Charlie’s birthday, Hank asked Lazarus if he
would like to attend their ceremony. Lazarus told him he would be
honored and proud to attend.
“What about my
slaves, Dad?” Waco asked his father.
“I think Hank
would be the one to pose that question to, Son?” Charlie deferred
“What about it,
Hank?” Waco asked respectfully.
“All slaves may
attend, Master Waco. It’s basically a ceremony to reaffirm our
faithfulness and continued loyalty to our good master and to pledge to
him to work as hard as we can for him in the coming year. The
younger slaves may not wish to participate since this will be their
first time; however, any slave present, or any freeman who has been a
slave may participate in our ceremony if he so wishes. No one is
forced or made to feel obligated. However, all slaves and invited
guest will be expected to be naked except for his boots.”
“That ain’t no
problem for me and my men, Hank.” Waco assured him.
“Won’t be no
problem for me, neither, Hank.” Lazarus added.
Then we’ll look forward to having you there.”
“What about me,
Hank?” JR asked, “Can I attend the ceremony with my brother and
“Not for a
couple more years, Master JR. Master Charlie thought it best to
wait until Master Waco come of age, and we agreed with him.
an age when you'll most appreciate what you witness.”
“Aww, I miss out
on all the fun.” JR whined.
“Tell ya’ what,
little brother,— after the ceremony I’ll let chu’ spend the night with
me and my slaves. How’s that?” Waco tried to console him.
Hank? Can I, Mr. Goodnight?” Hank looked at Charlie and
“Shore’ you can,
if’n yore’ big brother wants you to and your mother will let you.
Sounds like fun to me.” Hank told him. Charlie agreed with
I ain’t had me no chance to stay in the new room since it’s been
finished. I’ll look forward to it.”
* * * * * * * *
The day progress
successfully. Everyone seemed to have a good time, but Charlie
commented he was a bit relieved there wasn’t a repeat of the strange
day they had at Waco’s birthday. All the slaves were again
allowed to partake of the good food Ida Wallace and her crew
prepared. Ida had a couple of young cowboy slaves who helped her,
and now that Waco had his own slaves, he made sure they filled in the
gaps. Waco himself was attentive to helping make sure his dad and
his guest were seen to. He was as busy as his slaves. Even
JR pitched in to help his ma and Hank. He and Hank would work
side by side, laugh and whisper nonsense to each other. Hank and
Ida were happy to see JR enjoying himself without getting overexcited
and coming down with a killer migraine headache.
through the serving line and was looking for a place at one of the
picnic tables to eat his food. Angus stood and waved him over to
the table he and his slave-foreman and his foreman’s slave was
sitting. The rest of Angus’ family were at another table.
“Join us, Mr.
Long.” Angus cordially invited Lazarus.
“Thank you, Mr.
Goodnight,— kind of you to offer. Please, Sir,— call me Lazarus.”
appreciate that, call me Angus, Lazarus.”
Sir, it will be an honor.”
“It’s good to
see you and your good masters again, young slave.” Lazarus spoke
directly to Shane.
Master Long,— it’s good to see you again, too.”
“Our slave and
his master has asked me to invite you to our fourth of July
celebration. I was going to myself, but they seemed particularly
interested in having you attend.” Angus told Lazarus.
“I’d consider it
an honor and a privilege to come to your fourth of July celebration,
I had to tell my master about our conversation, Sir.” Shane
motioned toward Bill Birdsall. Lazarus took that to mean he
didn’t necessarily share the information with his other master, his
“And so you
should, Son,— you must always be truthful and honest with your
master. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
“He’s a good
slave, Mr. Long, but I didn’t find anything particularly unusual about
your conversation, Sir.” Bill Birdsall smiled at Lazarus.
Lazarus took that to mean he didn’t tell Angus all the details and
smiled back at Bill. The men made small talk for an while and
Angus excused himself to go sit with his brother Charlie and the two
cowboys, Cotton and Hoot. Lazarus was left alone with Bill
Birdsall and Shane.
“I decided not
to tell Mr. Goodnight some of the more spectacular things my slave
related to me, Mr. Long. They were pretty way out, but I know my
slave wouldn’t lie to me unless someone was lying to him.” Bill
continued eating his dinner.
“He wasn’t lying
to you, Mr. Birdsall,— I told him the truth.”
“I don’t claim
to be a learned man about world history or sociological trends, but
he described to me sounds very much like a biblical apocalypse, end of
time kind of thing.”
some speculation, some of the prophets of old were able to tap into the
winds of consciousness and learn of future events to come; however,
their work was subject to literary editing to suit the powers that be
for the moment when the bible was assembled, and the bible suffered
mistranslations down though the centuries, so what you’re left with is
a much different vision than what the prophet really recorded no matter
what their impetus. Besides, how does a man from two thousands
years ago, who is barely more than a sheepherder describe modern
weaponry or flying machines. Prophecy is like any other gambit
which is determined by the laws of probability. Any prophet is
to be right a certain number of times and wrong a certain number of
times. What we tend to forget is the number of times a prophet is
wrong to the number of times he’s right. My point is, while there
may be some correlation between biblical prophecy and what I told your
slave, it’s more coincidence than anything else; however, that’s not to
say it ain’t a possibility. Infinite possibilities spring from
variants in the time line. That’s the four faces of chaos,
gentlemen, nothing is only either/or,— it may also be
neither/nor. The tricky part is, they all must exist at the same
time, together, no matter
how distant they might be from one another. Somewhere in the
universe is its antithesis”
“When do we git
to see this ship of yours, Sir?” Bill asked.
“When it can be
done without raising a lot of suspicion.” Lazarus answered
him. “If I didn’t have a ceremony to attend later this evening I
would suggest we ride out this afternoon, but there wouldn’t be time to
show you everything today. I’m not in any hurry. I plan to
be here the better part of a decade or more,— there’s plenty of time.”
“My slave told
me about a book and some papers he found. I asked him where he
got the book he was reading, and he told me where he found it. He
never tried to hide them from me; however, I remember him telling me he
thought they were important, but he didn’t know why. They’ve been
sitting around my quarters for sometime now. I jes’ never paid
‘em much attention. After he told me, I took a closer look, and I
can’t tell what language they’re written in. He was right to
describe them as hieroglyphics. We’ll be happy to show ‘em
to you when you come for the fourth of July.”
that, Mr. Birdall; however, I might not be able to read them
either. If it’s in a very ancient script, I might not be familiar
with it, but I know someone who might be able to read it.”
companions, Sir?” asked Shane.
“No, I doubt
seriously they’ve seen anything like it. It would be your nephew,
Shane,— young Master Waco. My son, Ox, thinks somehow he’s
learned to tap into the ancient winds of consciousness. He may be
the closest we have to a potential modern day seer. By that, I
don’t mean a prophet, I mean someone who can hear the voices of the
ancients as well as voices from the future all connected through
gravitic wells in the space/time continuum. ”
told us Master Charlie told him all about you being Ox’s
Godfather.” Shane said, “That’s really something.”
surprised, but happy he was here when we arrived. We didn’t
expect him until later. He was sent to protect Master Waco and
“Do they need
protection? Are they in any danger?” asked Shane concerned.
“Not right now,
but there’s no guarantee about the future. We can only know
certain parts of the future, not all of it. Ox’s presence is sort
of like insurance,— even then, there’s no absolute guarantee.”
would you tell me about the well or winds of consciousness, Sir?
Do you have to be like my nephew, Master Waco, to hear others' thoughts
or can anyone hear them?”
“I can best
answer your question by telling you my experience. I was able to
hear the winds before I could hear others; however, at the time, I
didn’t understand what I was hearing until some Native American friends
and friends of Ox’s specie taught me how to listen. All I was
hearing is what some call Tinnitus, a white noise or ringing in the
ears like a medium pitched continuous tone with occasional static,—
nothing I could really make out as words or images. Then I was
taught to relax and listen,— not only to my inner-self, but also to the
sounds of the winds of consciousness. It wasn’t long after that I
began to get bits and pieces of other thoughts.”
“Can you read
our minds right now?” Bill asked him.
“I could, but
that would be rude to tap into someone’s mind without permission.
Besides, it gives the impression of a cheap sideshow trick. I
ain't no carnival huckster. Why
do you ask about the winds, Son?” Lazarus asked Shane.
“Once in a
while, in the wee still hours of the night, when I’m laying next to my
master, I hear voices whispering to me, but I ain’t never told nobody
before now. I can’t tell what they’s saying no how. It’s
jes’ like they was telling each other things about me and sometimes
other people, but I don’t know who or what about. Yore'
description of the "winds" made me think it might be the same thing.”
“The next time
it happens, Son, empty your mind of all thoughts and fears.
Think of yourself as a radio receiver and you’re trying to tune in the
strongest signal in the area. Did you ever have a crystal radio
set when you's a kid,---where you had to move the wire around on the
crystal until you got a station?”
“Yes, Sir, it
was one of my favorite toys. I used to play with that thing by
“Well, it’s sort
of like that. Don’t worry what you run across. Just keep
slowly moving your imaginary dial until you find a couple of voices
what are loud enough to be recognizable, then stop and listen.
Don’t strain,— relax and let them come to you. Let them speak to
you. The voices on the winds won’t harm you, nor will the
watchers allow the voices of evil to get through. You will soon
learn to adjust the volume accordingly until you can hear them the
first time. Don’t let yourself get discouraged, you may not be
able to do it the first fifty times or more, but once you hear, you’ll
never forget how and it will become easier the next time, until one
night you’ll have them shouting at you. You’ll have to cover your
head with a pillow to go to sleep.” Lazarus laughed. “Not all the
information you hear is going to be worth a damn. A lot of it is
nothing more than gossip. Most of it’s true, but gossip
nonetheless. Horses and Cetations are the worst, followed by men.”
“Do you listen,
“I used to until
I got the hang of it, but I stopped. It’s like anything else in
life,— you do it enough, it gets boring. I’d rather spend my time
doing other things. I let those more skilled and talented than me
do it. That’s where Ping and Pong are handy. They spend
their sleeping hours wind surfing. They hear the important stuff
and relate it to me. Once in a great while, I’ll listen in,
especially if Ping and Pong get excited about something going
around. I do better with ponies. The may gossip a lot, but
they mean well, and they got big hearts for them they love.”
Lazarus smiled. Shane and Bill laughed.
“I’d like to
know what my pony thinks of me.” said Shane, “I never really
appreciated horses until I became a slave, Master Lazarus. Now I
find myself going out of my way to make my pony’s life a little easier
or better. I’d like to know if he notices or appreciates me for
Son, and I assure you he does. Being a slave opens new doors for
you, you never noticed before. They ain’t necessarily better,—
sometimes they are,— but they’re always new and different from what you
“I’ve tried to
explain that to my Master, Master Lazarus, but he jes’ laughs at me.”
because I’m laughing at you, slave. It’s because I’m laughing at
the joy you fine in the simplest of things you would’ve totally
overlooked before. Once you got it in yore’ head you were gonna’
be a slave and there weren’t nothing you could do about it, you slowly
began to change. You have great fears of going back to the way
you were, but I assure you, it will never happen.”
right, Son. I never went back to being the person I was before I
was enslaved. Not sorry about it neither, because like you,
I didn’t particularly like the man I was before. After I
accepted the fact I was a slave and very likely going to live the rest
of my life as one, I tried to be the best slave I could be. One
day I realized I liked the man I had become as a slave and I liked the
later became as a freeman. Now, I can do the most menial of
tasks, relate to a freeman or a slave as my equal or their subordinate
with no consideration of loss of self, identity or masculinity.
The power of true masculinity may only be discovered when you realize
you have given up hope of ever having a say in your life and you’re
forced to submit to another’s will,— only then, to survive, you create
a new, stronger man inside you who will be more powerful than he was to
overcome all that comes his way.”
“There ain't no
doubt in my mind, Mister Long, you were once a slave.” commented Bill
Birdsall, “No man what's ever been a slave would lie about it.
Neither have I ever found an ex-slave who was ashamed to admit he was
once a slave no matter how others may look upon it. I’ve seen it
happen too many times. Nothing can get to a freeman who was once
a slave. We have two good examples here today. The two
cowboys what brought Master Charlie the cutting horse and Master Waco
his new saddle used to be Master Charlie’s slaves.
They got into
some trouble when they’s young men. They was rodeo riders and
thought real men rodeoed, got drunk, raised hell and fought each
other. Their daddies were rodeo men, and that’s what they
done. Both dads were in prison and later sold as lifetime slaves,
they thought that’s what they should be doing as well. Sure
enough they got sentenced from five to ten as three time losers for
disturbing the peace and assault.
knew ‘em and bought ‘em. He’d known ‘em all their lives. He
knew they didn’t have much of a home life, and while they’d gotten
themselves into trouble, he felt they were worth saving. The old
man was one who never preached to others or made loud boasts about how
good a Christian he was,— he just lived his life as a good man and let
others live their lives the way they wanted to. He never judged
nobody. I feel sorry for my slave he never got to know his pa
like his brothers and I did. Mr. Goodnight was one of the best
men I ever knew. He would’ve been proud of all his boys.”
Bill put his arm around Shane’s shoulder and pulled him close to him to
let him know he included his slave in that statement.
“He was still
alive then and he and Charlie were running the ranch together. He
trained ‘em his-self and turned them ole boys into two pert-damn good
cowboys. When he died, Charlie got the ranch and inherited all
his dad’s slaves; however, not before he paid his brothers off for
their share of the ranch. Charlie didn’t have to. It was
quit claimed to him under a living trust, because Charlie was the son
what stayed behind to help his dad, and he and his wife took care of
the old man in his declining years. His brothers would’ve never
contested his dad’s wishes. Wouldn’t a’ done ‘em no good no
how. The old man had an iron clad will drawn up. He had
enough other assets he left the other three comfortable, but Charlie
had the ranch appraised and paid his brothers each one quarter of its
and Hoot was Charlie’s slaves for three years. When their five
years was up, he made plans to set ‘em free, but they still had five
more years of probation to do. Charlie was gonna’ hire ‘em back
to give ‘em a job so’s they’d have money to get on their feet, they
wouldn’t have to go into debt and probably end up being enslaved again
for life. It ain’t easy out there for ex-slaves. They
either git in over their head in debt or git so frustrated they do
something crazy. Charlie got
Master Angus to stand up for them and a couple of other men in the
community who said they’d help be responsible for them.
Everything was set for Charlie to release them. The day of the
court hearing, everything had been said that was to say, but the judge
asked if the men had anything they wanted to say. Cotton stood up
and told the judge he could only speak for himself, but he wanted to
spend the rest of his sentence as Master Charlie’s slave.
mentioned to Hoot what he planned to do. Maybe it was just a spur
of the moment decision, I don’t know; however, it only took ole
Hoot one look at Cotton, he immediately jumped up and told the judge
if’n Cotton was gonna’ stay Master Charlie’s slave for another five
years, he was, too. I was there that day and you could a’ heard a
mouse fart. The judge asked Charlie if that was acceptable to
him. Charlie jes’ shook his head, grinned from ear to ear and
assured the judge it was,— the judge banged his gavel, and it was
done. Cotton and Hoot went home with Master Charlie as his slaves
for five more years. They couldn’t a’ been happier.
second five years was up, they was released as freemen. They done
their time, didn’t have to have nobody stand up for ‘em, and didn’t
have to worry about no probation. They continued working for
Charlie on a salary basis for another two years then got a deal working
for a rancher who wanted to get out of the ranching business.
They took over his place, expanded their base of operation and paid him
off in a little under three years. They were on a roll.
Cotton was training horses, showing them and Hoot was training
slaves. Together they were running the ranch. They started
making money hand over fist and today are wealthy men. They were
the men what started the slave ceremony you’re attending tonight.
That’s why they’re invited ever’ year. They still come back to
the ranch to pay homage and obeisance to Master Charlie.
Charlie was an unscrupulous master he could’ve had their indenturement
extended for life with little or no problem. No one would’ve ever
questioned Charlie Goodnight. The Goodnight family name is that
well thought of in this state. Cotton and Hoot realize it, too,
and worship him for his honesty and trust in them. If’n he’s ever
in a bind, they’s the first two here to help,— along with Master Angus.
Neither one of
‘em talk about it much, but if’n the subject comes up, they don’t shy
away from it. I’ve heard ‘em tell people who said something bad
about ex-slaves, they were slaves for ten years and proud of it.
Their hired hands are all ex-slaves. Cotton and Hoot tell folks,
if’n it weren’t for the Goodnights they would’ve ended up being
enslaved for life and had nothing to show for it. Thanks to two
good men who taught them by example to be good slaves, cowboys and
better men, they were proud to have served them for ten years and
called them ‘Master.’ They claim they owe ever’ damn thing they
are today to Charlie Goodnight and his dad. You know what, Mr.
Long,— I believe ‘em.” Bill Birdsall concluded emphatically.
should prove to be interesting.” Lazarus mused.
came back over as the men were having dessert and sat with them again.
you’s quite a cowboy, Lazarus.”
“I try to be a
modest man, Mr. Goodnight, but a few of the slaves have allowed I can
roll my own.” Lazarus winked at him, and Angus roared with
“Ain’t heard me
that phrase in a long time. Only a real cowpoke would know what
that meant.” he allowed and winked at Lazarus. “We always
have a little rodeoing after the one in town. Bring your new pony
over if you’d like to toss a couple. You plan to enter the rodeo
“I will if’n I
can git me the entry fees before then. I’m working for me
and my companions keep.”
“Tell you what,
cowboy,— you enter anything you think you can win, and I’ll stake
you. Pay me back out of your winnings.”
good, Sir, but what if I don’t win?”
“Then, I guess
I’ll jes’ have to make you my slave.” Angus smiled at him
“I could think
of a hell of a lot worse fates. I’d be downright proud to be
yore’ slave, Master Goodnight, with all that statement implies,
Sir.” Lazarus smiled at the big cowboy.
“Spoken like a
true slave, Son.” Angus laughed and stuck out his big ham of a
hand to shake Lazarus’ hand. “My brother told me you were once a
slave. Only a man what knows about being a slave would have the
balls to make a comeback like that. My hat’s off to you,
Sir.” Angus said with sincerity.
* * * * * * *
progressed and in the afternoon everyone wanted to do a little rodeoing
as the fourth of July rodeo was coming up in the small town and all the
cowboys wanted to sharpen their skills. Lazarus was still
teaching Dun to be a good roping partner for him, and the pony was
fast. Lazarus would only have to tell him once how to do
something, and he would nail it every time. Lazarus and Charlie
were getting the best scores of the day, beating all the other teams in
the area including Cotton and Hoot. They’d brought along one of
their slaves in training who had to run around naked all day, but no
one paid him the slightest attention. It was just accepted he was
in training and that was expected. His name was Mack
Brazel. He was a tall, lean man with a huge dick that flopped
around as he moved about. Mack was solidly built and handsome to
boot. He was rumored
to be a top-notch team roper, and he wanted to rope in the worst
way. Hoot told him he could rope if he could find a partner, but
he had to ride naked. All the man had on was his cowboy
boots. He went straight for Lazarus, threw himself to the ground
in front of him, and begged to pay homage to his dusty
boots. Lazarus gave him permission. He make love and
cleaned every bit of dust from his boots with his tongue. Lazarus
told him he was satisfied and to rise and show him his love. The
slave threw his arms around Lazarus and planted a big kiss right on his
mouth. Lazarus was a bit surprised but went along with it.
speak, Master?” he asked.
“I’d be proud
and honored if’n you’s to consider tossing a rope with this worthless
slave, Sir?” Mack didn’t seem too sure of himself because he
didn’t know how a freeman might react to his request. He was
pleasantly surprised when he found Lazarus treated him like a man and
seemed to respect him as a slave. It was his first experience at
having a freeman except him for who he was. Nothing else seemed
“Sure, Son,— be
happy to. You got chore’self a pony?”
About that time
Hoot walked into the arena with a small paint gelding and handed the
slave the reins and a rope.
“What ‘da ya’
wanna’ rope, Son,— header or heeler?”
Master,— if’n you don’t mind, Sir.”
a’tall. I’ll rope heeler.” Lazarus was teaching Dun to be a
header pony; however, there isn’t that much difference in the
two. “Watch when his pony breaks the rope, partner, then take off
like you still had that burr under yore’ blanket. I’ll do the
rest. When you feel me dally my rope, start backing up.”
boss.” replied the dun.
The men made
their run, and it was a new arena record. Cheers went up
everywhere. Even old hard nosed Hoot was congratulating Lazarus
and his slave. With his Master’s permission, one of the slave
cowboys loaned Mack his hat for their run. Lazarus was amused at
how much Mack looked like a cowboy even without his clothes, with only
a hat and his boots.
“Don’t chu’ go
git’n yore’self no ideas, Hoot,” Charlie Goodnight hollered from
across the arena, “Mr. Long’s already done spoken for, for the fourth
of July. He’s my cowboy for the rodeo!” Everyone laughed.
“Naw, Sir, Boss
Charlie. I wouldn’t be think’n that way, but I’m gonna’ have ta’
talk with my partner to see if we wanna’ waste our entry fee.” He
laughed and everyone laughed with him.
* * * * * * *
The party broke
up in the late afternoon, and everyone left except Master Bill and his
slave, Shane. Unbeknownst to everyone, Master Bill wrote a letter
to Charlie Goodnight’s slaves and hand delivered it to the two crew
leader slaves, Curlie Knight and Hank Morgan. In his letter
he respectfully request permission for him and his personal slave to
attend the Goodnight ranch slave ceremony on Master Charlie’s
birthday. All the slaves knew of Master Bill’s reputation as
being an authority on slave training and handling. Bill carefully
explained in his letter the tradition that was started at the Goodnight
ranch by Cotton Daniels and Hoot Austin many years ago was a new
phenomenon in the history of modern slavery, and he would like to write
about it. He felt it was an important development in the
evolution of Master/slave relationships and since it had been going on
for a number of years, it had to be considered as more than a temporary
exercise. It had taken on a life of its own as a ritual
tradition, and therefore, was historically and psychologically
important. He wanted to include it in a book he was writing about
the untold better side of enslavement. Charlie’s slaves voted and
all agreed to allow Master Bill and Shane to attend as long as they
to abide by their rules. Master Bill assured them he understood
rituals and ceremonies had certain established conventions, and he and
his slave would be happy to comply.
Waco was excited
about getting his slaves ready for the ceremony. The boys
bathed and pampered their lummox. Ox had taken on a new
importance to them since they began to drink his milk and were
benefitting from the result. He became like a big brother to them
they delighted in taking care of. Ox couldn’t have been
happier. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven and spared no
words in letting his surrogate dad know of his good fortune.
laughed at him and teased him mercilessly, but he was happy for his
In three weeks,
Ox lost all his hair from slightly below his chin area to about six
below his belly button. From there to just above his knees he had
grown a luxurious skirt of the finest hair that made him look like he
was wearing a fur kilt. He dropped all the hair from just
above his knees to his feet. He was completely bald in those
areas. Oh, yes, and about a six inch area around his asshole was
completely denuded, much to the delight of his human companions.
His fur skirt covered any loss of fur around his hole, so it didn’t
any embarrassing problems for him. His fur was so thick and long
his genital area was completely hidden from view. Ox like his new
look so well, he
commented to his Master he thought he’d keep it that way, not only for
convenience but for hygiene purposes as well. The boys got their
heads together and decided their lummox deserved a new costume for the
slave ceremony. They drew up plans and measured every inch of
Ox’s huge frame. He had no idea what they planned, but he
imagined whatever it was it was going to be good.
Waco ran across
a boot company on the internet that made boots to order. He was
really taken by a pair of tall engineer style, heavy duty boots with
thick vibram soles. He sent Ox’s measurements and received
an e-mail back with their doubts any man could have feet that
big. Waco assure them they were right, no man has a
foot that big, but the boots weren’t for a man. They told him
there would be an extra charge. He sent them the money and
received the boots two weeks later.
The boys went to
a saddle maker with measurements and drawings of a wide harness with
buckles to fit over Ox’s shoulders, a band around his massive chest,
another strap around his midsection to pull it all together, and down
to a wide belt with a handsome buckle that stopped just above his
summer fur line. When Waco and the boys brought out Ox’s new
costume he was stunned by the beauty and simplicity of the
design. When he got it all on and stood before a full length
mirror he was further stunned by what he saw looking back at him.
His only thought which he allowed to echo to his companions was,
your heart out, Lazarus! >> They all shared a laugh.
Ox hugged and
thanked each of the boys. He was so taken with his gifts.
They took his masculinity and amplified it several times with the black
leather and the boys stood there admiring their handiwork with three
roaring hard-ons. Ox smiled at them and wanted to drink their
essence from each of their bodies; however, Master Waco insisted they
didn’t have the time, so Ox’s body settled for making them more milk.
Waco led his
posse to the barn. They were naked except for their cowboy
boots. The boys couldn’t take their eyes of Ox, they were so
proud of him. He was a sight to behold and to be admired.
The slaves laughed at the boys erection until they got a good look at
their lummox who was bringing up the rear, and they immediately began
shit!” was heard from several. Lazarus stood there with his
mouth open. Master Bill damn near choked to death on the soda he
yore’ mouth, Dad. >> Ox admonished Lazarus.
boys done outdid themselves on you, Son. You look amazing.
I just wish yore’ boy and Strom were here to see this.
Unbelievable! Ain’t never seen you look no better, Garron, and
that ain’t no joke. You look hot, Son! >> Ox heard a
in his mind and bowed slightly to the crowd.
erections were quickly forgotten now that every man there was sporting
one. They all had to come over and complement Ox and touch his
harness. Ox’s tall black boots made several slaves’ mouths
involuntarily salivate. Shane was the worst of all. It was
all he could do to keep from throwing himself at the lummox’s feet to
taste his boots. Cotton and Hoot, who thought they’d seen it all
whistled and joked with Waco.
“You ever wanna’
sell him, Son, you got chore’self a couple a' buyers.” Cotton
winked at him.
Daniels, my lummox ain’t for sale. How could I put a price on
love, Sir?” Waco gestured to Ox. Ox got a look of awe and
affection on his big face from Waco’s words. Lazarus had
only seen a look like that on his Godson’s face twice in six hundred
smitten.’ Lazarus chuckled to himself.
“I agree with
Master Waco, brother.” Hoot came to Waco’s rescue, “Master
Charlie knew what he was doing when he let his boy buy a slave no one
else wanted. Ya’ might say the same thing happened to us once
upon a time. You’n me ain’t never gonna’ be no silk purses, but
thanks to two good masters we done okay. This big man will, too.”
right, brother. I’s jes’ josh’n with ya,’ Master Waco.
There ain’t enough money in the world to buy love when it can be freely
given.” Cotton conceded.
It was Waco’s
first time to see several of the men present naked. He couldn’t
remember seeing his cousin naked, but he smile to himself when he saw
Shane possessed a fine example of the Goodnight beer can. The
next cock that impressed him was Lazarus’ fine looking dick. The
two freemen cowboys weren’t too damn shabby either. Master Bill
could hold his own with any of the men. Waco was almost a bit
envious of his cousin getting to pleasure that big cowboy’s penis every
night. However, he had the prize stud on his arm,— his lummox.
gathered and talking quietly. There was a small raised platform
the men built for the occasion, and on it, there sat a large high
back Captain’s chair with arms that looked for all the world like a
throne. Next to it was a bail of hay with several horse blankets
thrown over it. The chair and the hay were lit by small pin spots
mounted in the rafters of the barn. It was a simple but effective
center of attention.
“Gentlemen, if I
can have your attention.” spoke Curley Knight, “We welcome
everyone to the Goodnight ranch slave ceremony. Before we begin
and Hank brings out Master Charlie, I have a few words for those who
new. First of all, we'd like to welcome Master Waco and his
slaves.” everyone politely applauded. “Master Waco you may
either observe with the rest of the guest or you may chose to stand by
your dad’s side for the first part of the ceremony. Since your
slaves are also your dad’s slaves they are welcome to participate if
they wish. Any freeman present who was once a slave is also
welcome to participate.
ain’t complicated so by observing those who go before, it should be
easy enough to follow. Besides, this is very informal and you
can’t make a mistake. The only mistake I could think of is to be
disrespectful to our Master, and I don’t thing we’d be here if anyone
had that in mind. So everyone relax, enjoy yourselves and have a
good time. Mr. Morgan, if you would be so kind as to inform our
good Master we’re ready for him, we'll begin.” Hank gave a
quick salute to Curley and ran for the house.
impressed with all the naked slaves, but a couple stuck out in his
mind. He never really appreciated what a fine looking man and
cowboy Hank Morgan was. Waco could also see what Ida Wallace saw
in him and JR was a chip off the old block. He was going to be
every bit the man his dad was.
Hank returned in
a few minutes with Charlie Goodnight. Charlie was dressed in
boots, his brown bat wing working chaps, a brown leather Western vest
and his hat. He was naked underneath and the chaps sort of
framed his genitals nicely. Waco had seen his dad nude many times
before. Charlie never hid himself from his son nor taught him it
was wrong for them to run around nude in private; however, Waco was
never so impressed by his dad as he
was that evening. His dad was breathtakingly handsome to him.
all the men with either a handshake, or a hug. He wasn’t the
least bit shy with full body contact with any man there including
Lazarus. When he came to Ox he was as stunned as the rest of the
men were earlier.
What have the boys done to you?” Charlie smiled and opened his
arms to the huge creature. Ox took him and enfolded him in
his arms and started singing his deep rumbling song to him. He
held him and petted Charlie like he was a favorite pet. “You look
fantastic, my good slave. Are you happy with your new
look?” Ox looked at him, smiled and nodded. Ox let
him go and Charlie hugged and kissed his little brother.
“And look at
you. There ain’t no doubt in my mind you’re happy. I don’t
have to ask if your Master is taking good care of you. You’re
body says it all.”
Charlie came to
Lazarus and shook his hand. It was obvious Charlie was impressed
by what he saw.
decided to join us this evening, Lazarus. You’re welcome here.”
“Thank you, Mr.
Goodnight,— I appreciate being allowed to attend.”
He saved the
boys for last. He hugged and kissed each of them. He
lingered with his son.
stand by my side this evening, young man?”
“I was going to
just observe, but if you want me by your side, I’d be honored, Dad.”
“Yes,— I think I
want you standing next to me. Come.” and Charlie led Waco to the
dais and had him stand on his right side next to his chair.
Curley walked to Charlie and whispered something to him.
Birdsall, would you like to come stand at my left so you may more
closely observe our ceremony?" Charlie asked Master Bill.
have been kind enough to grant my request to attend their ceremony, and
I would certainly appreciate the opportunity to witness more
closely. Does anyone have any objections?” There were
none. Master Bill went to the dais and took his place on
Charlie’s left side. “Thanks, Master Charlie, this is an awesome
The ceremony was
quick and simple. Charlie sat in the big chair and each man
approached, knelt before him, paid homage to his boots, told Charlie
they loved him and they would try to be as good a slave for him as they
could in the coming year. Then they kissed each of his balls and
the head of his dick. Charlie had something special to say to
each man who knelt before him and generally carried on a brief
conversation with each. Waco and Master Bill were impressed by
the genuineness of the men. Each slave took
a turn until there was no more of the cowboy-slaves and only the boys
and the guests were left. Waco told his slaves he would leave it
up to them if they wanted to participate. Curley asked if there
was any other slaves who would like to come forward to pay homage to
forth in his new costume and was a commanding presence from all the
other men in the barn. He was truly impressive. He knelt in
front of Charlie, paid homage to his boots, completed the ritual, and
sat back on his big boots.
“He asked me to
tell you he loves you and promises to honor, obey and protect you this
coming year. He’s glad to have this opportunity to pay homage to
you and appreciates your kindness to him.” Waco told his
Charlie choked up a little he was so moved by the big creature’s
“We’re glad to
have such a handsome and noble beast like you here with us, Ox.
You’ve come to mean a lot to all of us in the last few weeks, and I’m
looking forward to a wonderful year having you around.”
Ox smiled and
move to the right and repeated his ritual with his young master.
Waco really hadn’t expected Ox to do something like that, but everyone
was impressed. He remained kneeling as Waco hugged and kissed
him. Ox was followed by Travis who copied his actions.
Rabbit was the last to come forward, and he was smiling the whole time
he performed the ritual with Charlie. Charlie didn’t miss his
enthusiasm and Rabbit took his good time making love to Charlie’s big
balls and cock, then sat back and grinned at his Master.
“I think he
enjoyed that jes’ a little too much. What da’ you think,
Son?” Charlie spoke to Waco, winked at Rabbit and smiled.
“Looks like a
happy camper to me, Dad.” Waco laughed.
“What da’ ya’
have to say for yourself, Chief?” Charlie teased him.
“I know a good
thing when I see it, Master Charlie. I know I won’t have me no
chance to get that close to ‘em again for a while, so I learned early
on to take what chu’ can git when you can git it.” He laughed and
Charlie laughed with him. Rabbit then moved to Waco and performed
the same ritual with him. He sat back on his boots and looked
Waco in the eye.
done told me I gotta’ give myself to you to git me a little, Master
Waco. I told him I thought I already had, but maybe
not. So,— I’m officially giving myself to you, Master Waco.
I ain’t jes’ give’n myself to you, Sir,— I’m a humble, hungry slave a’
beg’n you, Master.” Waco heard his dad chuckling next to him. “I
been here damn near a month now, and I’s beginning to think you don’t
care for me.”
“You know that
ain’t true, little brother. You know what I told you the first
day you was given to me? I meant what I said then, and I still
mean it. I jes’ thought you was enjoying keeping our big boss-man
here company at night, and I didn’t wanna’ pull you away. While
you may not be doing nothing with him, I know you enjoy each others’
“I won’t gainsay
that, Master Waco,— I come to love Master Charlie with all my heart,
Sir, but I still need me some attention from my first Master. I’d
like to give myself to you this evening, Master Waco, if’n you see fit
to use me, Sir.”
shore’ sounds like it be from the heart to me, Son. Sounds like
you got chore’self a slave what needs a little of his Master’s love’n
this evening.” Charlie allowed.
“I think yore’
right, Dad. I damn sure accept your offer, little brother.
You and me will stay in my room tonight.”
yore’ little brother, Master Waco? You promised him he could stay
“You let me
handle that. I’ll hook him up to a lummox teat and he’ll be out
in ten minutes,— tops.” Waco laughed. Rabbit and Charlie
laughed with him.
Waco,— I’s beginning to worry my slave-hole was gonna’ grow shut.”
worry none, little brother, we’ll open you up good and wide this
evening.” Waco grinned as he gave Rabbit a hug and a kiss.
The two men who
created the slave ceremony years ago were always the last to approach
Charlie. Curley thought that would be all before he called on
Cotton and Hoot, but he asked once more if there was anyone else to
come forward. From the back of the crowd came the big, tall
lumbering form of Lazarus Long. Charlie was a bit surprised and
watch with keen interest as Lazarus moseyed up and knelt him front of
“You don’t have
to do this, Lazarus,— you’re a freeman.”
“Would you deny
me the honor, Master Goodnight?”
I jes’ didn’t want you to feel obligated. I’m more than satisfied
you’re earning your and your companion’s keep. I git
nothing but glowing feedback from my crew leaders.”
“Glad to hear
that, Sir. I was under the impression any freeman who was once a
slave might participate in your slave’s ceremony if he so wished.”
“He’s got chu’
there, Dad.” Waco said quietly and chuckled.
Goodnight, I’m here asking yore’ permission to pay homage to your
granted, Mr. Long.”
Lazarus took his
good time and didn’t rush. His actions made it quite clear he was
enjoying every minute of his obeisance to Charlie. Charlie got
fully erect before Lazarus finished paying homage to his boots.
was about to laugh his ass off at his dad, but he held it back.
This was what his dad was talking about being mature enough not to
laugh, and he held it in. Lazarus not only kissed each of
Charlie’s big low hanging balls but carefully licked the light
gathering of swear from each. He took his big callosed hand and
gently skinned Charlie back and took the entire head of his dick into
his mouth to clean it,— then he lovingly kissed the head and let go.
didn’t go anywhere, it only rose more like a flag pole awaiting
reveille. Waco had to turn his head away. He could see
Master Bill was smiling and knew if their eyes met he would burst out
laughing,— but he held it in and coughed into his hand instead.
Lazarus sat back on his boot heels.
Master Goodnight, for allowing me that honor. I have a question
for you, Sir.”
working along with your slaves, does that mean I might be afforded the
same privileges they are, Sir?”
“Of course, you
are. There should be no doubt in your mind. You’re only
doing the job of a slave because I ain’t got another job for you right
now; however, that may change in the near future.”
“So it would be
acceptable to you if’n I entered my name along with the slaves who wish
to volunteer to give themselves to their master for an evening?”
Lazarus grinned. Charlie smiled as his dick leaped again at the
“Of course, you
may; however, are you sure you’d like to assume the role of a slave for
“I got over any
thoughts like that years ago, Master Goodnight. It would be an
“Then, by all
means, feel free to do so.” Charlie was still hard as a rock as
Lazarus leaned over and kissed the head of his dick one last
time. Lazarus then rose, turned and took his place at the rear of
behind the slaves along with Cotton and Hoot. They each shook his
hand when he returned. He gained their respect and approval with
followed by the two cowboys, Cotton and Hoot, who took their
They laughed and commented on Charlie’s reaction to Lazarus. It
didn’t bother Charlie. He remained as hard as a rock. They
once again told Charlie how grateful they were to him and his dad for
having set them on the straight and narrow path to a better life for
themselves. While watching the two fine looking men kneeling
before Charlie with their arms around each others’ waist, it suddenly
struck Waco, they were a bonded pair. The two, good looking,
rough edged, middle aged cowboys, Cotton and Hoot, were lovers.
All the pieces began to fall into place, and he suddenly realized, they
had once been his dad’s slaves. A chill ran up
his spine and he once again heard ancient voices begin to whisper to
him, but this time he could understand their words if not their
"As they are,— you have been,— and so shall you
be. The beginning progresses to the finish, but it does not
end. It is another beginning. You have been them, and
they are now you. You see yourself as you were then, they see
themselves as you are now. It is not a riddle. It has
always been,— Alpha and Omega, world without end,— until now. So
shall you, without end, beget a new equation,— a change
in the continuum of time,— a Messiah for a new generation will you
issue forth,— for a new humanity,— one who will understand and be
understood. You will be his mother and his father. You will
teach him to control his powers and show him how to perform miracles in
our name, and he shall reign for a thousand years,— do not be afraid,
we have sent one of great courage and strength, with the collective
goodness and wisdom of the ages to love and protect you,— you will bear
him two sons,— seeeee-lah.’
the words for a moment. They came to him so clearly. He
suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to feel his stomach. Waco
down and started lightly rubbing his abdomen. He looked up and
his beloved lummox standing tall and proud in his handsome new outfit,
smiling at him with love in his heart. Waco looked deep into his
eyes. Without a word or thought exchanged, he knew Ox heard the
same voices. Waco continued to pat and caress his stomach like he
could feel a presence within him. Was it possible? He
wondered what it might feel like, and his dick started getting
hard. He looked back into his lummox’s eyes, he nodded slightly,—
then, he smiled.
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