Date: Mon, 3 Jul 2017 16:42:50 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 55

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18, and may not be reproduced without the author's written permission.
This story contains sex between consenting teens and family members and
takes place on a farm so use your imagination.  Yes, you read that right.
So, if that offends you, do not read any further!  Enjoy!


***** - "He done told me to come help you, but how?  For what...?"

Chapter 55

Our week was going well.  Kenny had settled in, temporarily moving into the
bedroom next to ours, but why, I have no idea.  He slept with us each
night, and on the nights Dozer crashed with us, we just all crammed onto
the large bed together.  One big, huge, naked, tangled mess of naked boys.
You might go to sleep in one boy's arms, but, you'd wake up in another's.
There was a constant shifting of bodies and body parts.

I enjoyed the whole thing.  Waking up at some odd hour, a hand holding my
cock.  A face pressed to my neck, drooling.  A foot sticking out of my
mouth.  Nothing to grumble about, just make an adjustment to how I was
laying and off to sleep again.

Mornings were equally fun.  The four of us parading from the bed to the
toilet for our group wake up piss.  Then single file to the kitchen to get
coffee.  Then, someone always commented that someone else stunk, so, off
the parade would go, back to the bathroom for our group shower.  Which
always ended up with everyone busting a quick nut.  We were then dressed
and out the door to tend to our animals.

Of course, Ma and Pa had agreed to allow Kenny to stay, Pa not missing a
chance to drop the subtle hint about work before play.  Dozer stayed with
us two more night, then had to return home at his dad's demands.

He was back daily, taking on the role of the maid, which at first bothered
me, but after thinking about the time in his room, and how neat and tidy it
was, it made sense.  I was also very proud of him and his desire to learn
about the animals, so he could more easily help us with our chores.  Sure,
it took him a bit longer to grasp how things were done, but hell, once he
learned them, they were set in stone in his mind.

Me personally, I loved the sense of freedom at the house.  With Pa checking
on us in the morning, then leaving.  My sister always calling before coming
by, and Ma coming in the afternoon to drop off food, we knew when everyone
was coming.  This allowed us to run, and lounge about naked.

We were spending our days down in the tunnels and had made a discovery of a
false wall, that covered an additional tunnel we had yet to explore.  This
new tunnel was just as the others, hand-made, but had moist heat coming
from somewhere within it.

It was Monday, our fourth day of being together, and with our chores done,
we stood at the entrance to the now, belching steam tunnel.  We quickly
decided that a new wall must be built or some form of vent installed to
pipe the steam outside, or we'd be dealing with moldy hay.

Flashlights in hand, we headed off into the dark tunnel, Bear took the
lead, with me next, Dozer's beefy hands clutching my waist tightly, and
Kenny taking up the end.  It made me chuckle to see my big boy, scared but
enjoyed the fact that his hands on me brought him some comfort.

After several yards, the tunnel made a sharp ninety-degree turn, narrowing
from five feet wide to three feet wide.  As we continued, Dozer's grip on
my waist tightening, his strength pulling me back against him tightly.

Water from the steam dripped off the walls and seemed to run into cracks on
the floor.  The tunnel floor itself was sloped slightly.  It slanted in the
direction the tunnel went.  I quickly noticed, that there was no mold or
growth of any kind.  I ran my hand down the wall and felt only wet rock.
Not even a slime coating existed.

I lifted my wet fingers to my mouth, tasting the water from the walls.
Salty.  Not like the ocean, but more of a slightly salty, metallic taste,
and seemed to be bubbly, like a soda-pop.  It reminded me of some water my
dad drank back home, something called mineral water, but, shit this stuff
tasted better than the stuff he drank.

"Hey," I blurted out.  "I think this is mineral water."  I turned to the
wall and sucked some of the dripping water into my mouth.  The boys,
protested this, telling me not to do it, it could be poisonous, their hands
pulling me back.  They all voiced concerns about safety, but I didn't think
it was a problem.  After they all had given it a finger taste, we pressed
on.

After several more yards, the tunnel turned sharply, back in the direction
of the other tunnel, narrowing yet again to just about two and a half feet.
Narrow enough to make it a tight fit for Bear Kenny and me, nearly
impossible for Dozer, who now turned sideways, his big arm around my neck.

"Come on big guy," Bear called back; "it opens up just ahead.  You can make
it."  Bear paused, his light moving around as he looked at something.
"There's a door here.  A big, fucken, metal door."

Bear was right.  After maybe twenty some feet, a rusty metal door blocked
our way.  I could feel Dozer's anxiety building, his arm tightening around
my neck, as Bear struggled to push the door open.

"It's stuck," he grunted, "maybe rusted shut."

"Oh, fuck no," Dozer bellowed, releasing my neck, shoving me forward with
his large body, and slamming his hands against the door.

"Hit it again big man, she gave a little."  Bear and I lowered ourselves as
much as we could, Dozer slamming his full strength against the door, and it
snapped.  Bear dove to the right, out of the way, but Dozer's momentum
caught me head-on, crushing me against him as we tumbled into the darkness.

Humid heat assaulted us.  Bear and Kenny quickly moving to where Dozer lay
on top of me.  I was fine, we all were, Dozer, relaxing a bit as we were in
a large room now.

As we looked around, we noticed that this room was rough cut.  There were
piles of debris against a couple of walls and steam hissed through cracks
on three walls.

"It's a steam room," I exclaimed, pointing to the piles of debris.  "See,
benches and tubs."

"I think you're right," Bear mumbled, still looking around.  "I'll say this
much, it's hotter than hell in here."  He tore his shirt open and a few
seconds later, removed it completely.  The rest of us followed suit,
stripping to our waists, our bodies, especially poor Dozer's, dripping with
sweat.

"If we put in a new door, and rebuild that wall out front, with a door,
we'll have a natural steam room, all to ourselves," I commented, opening
the top two buttons of my jeans to cool my crotch.  "A mineral steam bath."

"If you try to get me to help," Dozer said tugging the flap of my open
jeans, "I'm gonna be naked.  Ain't no way I can work in this heat."  He
sighed deeply; "Hell, my balls are already touching my knees."  He gave a
final tug to my jeans, popping open one more button.  His beefy hand cupped
my crotch, giving my balls a nice squeeze.  "How 'bout your's boy?  Betcha
they hanging down round them ankles."

We decided to head out and cool off, retracing our steps, Dozer still
uneasy in the tunnel, hanging tightly on to me, his arm, down over my
chest, his fingers stroking through my pubes at the base of my cock.

We made it out to the first room with the stairs to the barn, I turned and
rubbed his sweaty belly, making sure he was OK.  Bear ran about up in the
barn getting things like extension cords, light, and a tape measure.
Kenny, Dozer and me, stripped naked, preparing to make our return back into
the heat.

Now lit, we could see the room much better.  There appeared to be some kind
of vent on the roof of the room, but it appeared blocked.  Clean, fresh
water, dripped from the hole, most likely from snow and Ice.  There were
cracks in the floor here too, and like in the tunnel, they seemed to drain
off any excess water that accumulated.

Dozer swept up the debris into one pile, placing the big pieces of benches
and tubs into another.  Bear and Kenny measured the opening for a new door,
and I ran back to the barn for a dust pan and trash bags to haul off the
crap Dozer was sweeping up.

I will admit, the heat in the room felt really good.  Especially when you
ran out and cooled off after a bit.  As Dozer and I continued sweeping, I
would squat and manipulate the dust pan, Big man, sweeping the crap into
the pan and me dumping it in a bag.  I couldn't help but check out his
junk, jerking back and forth as he swept.

"Keep looking at my dick, and I'm gonna stuff it in your mouth," Dozer
threatened, standing to face me.

"Bring it on big boy," I coaxed him dropping to my knees.  Dozer dropped
the broom and stepped up, feeding me his slowly hardening cock, his man
flesh tasting like sweat.

>From the corner of my eye, I could see Kenny in the same position as me,
his head moving quickly as he sucked Bear's cock across the room.  Bear was
watching Dozer and me, a broad smile on his face.

"Fuck his mouth Dozeman," Bear called out, his voice echoing off the walls,
as he grabbed Kenny's head.  "Give him a nice load down his throat."  Dozer
groaned, and his cum spurted onto my tongue, in thick, creamy shots.

Finding that it was getting too hot, Dozer and I gathered up the bags, and
stuff, telling the boys, we were heading up, leaving them to finish without
us.  Dozer was all over me as we made our way back through the darkness,
his hands blindly exploring my body as my hands felt the walls in total
darkness.

When we got to a bend, he'd spin me around and push me back against the
cool stone, his tongue, licking any part of me he could.  Neck, face, pits,
ass, legs, you name it he was licking it.  He used his skills to keep me
right on the brink of cumming, then would stop and push me to go.

Once we were back in the barn, he told me to look, as pee dribbled from his
cock.  I dropped and sucked his head as he slowly let his piss flow into my
thirsty mouth.  I savored his taste, sucking his controlled flow, then
releasing his cock to allow him to freely mark me.

Dozer stood with his hands on his hips the whole time I sucked, and, when
he marked me.  Always controlling his flow, he'd move his hips, wiping his
cock on me, his piss soaking through my hair and all over my body.

When he'd finished, I told him I was going to run and get the boys.

"It must be getting time for Ma to bring dinner," I told him.

I quickly headed through the tunnel, as fast as I could.  As I got closer
to the cavern, I heard what sounded like fighting!  I heard skin smacking
skin, and what sounded like someone taking a punch and grunting.

"You got me bitch," I heard Bear growl, then another loud smack.

"Fuck yeah I hear ya," Kenny whimpered in a grunt.  Holy shit they were
fighting!  I broke into a run, trying to get there to stop it.

I burst into the room, fully expecting to see total carnage.  Blood and
missing teeth, maybe even smashed skulls.  No, what I saw was Kenny on his
back, his hands holding his ankles back by his head, Bear squatting over
him, his fat teen cock plunge-fucking our cowboy.

I stood there, Bear balls deep in the cowboy's ass, Bear's ass clenching
and relaxing, telling me he was pumping his load deep in Kenny.

"Don't touch it Bear commanded.  You're gonna show it to everyone."  Bear
stood up, his cock popping from Kenny's now pooching boy pussy.  "Squeeze
it tight bitch.  Don't want none of my nut leaking out."  Bear held out his
hand and helped our friend to his feet.

I could now see what Bear had told Kenny to not touch, as a huge load of
his cum ran down over his abs, through his bush, and then his cock,
dripping down his legs.

"Remember," Bear said, "Only if he wants.  You hurt him or disrespect him
in any way, you deal with me."  I watched as Kenny took Bear's face and
kissed him.

"He is your's, Barrett.  I will not hurt him in any way or do nothing to
hurt what we all have.  That was my promise to you back in the beginning,
and still today."  I ducked back into the tunnel and quickly made my way
back to the main room, without them seeing me.

I found Dozer digging through the bags of debris we'd swept up, covered
from head to toe in dirt and muck.  I could hear the boys coming, and
motioned for Dozer to shush.  I hesitated briefly, then dug into the
debris, smearing it on me like it was on Dozer.  I took his filthy hands
and wiped them on me, which Dozer enjoyed a bit too much.  As the boys
neared, Dozer caught on, and we both began digging in the bag.

"Someone got cummed on," Dozer said excitedly.  I looked to see Kenny still
dripping in his own cum, huge afterglow smile on his face.  Bear laughed
and Ken's face flushed, clearly, anyone could tell they'd just fucked.

Dozer got up and made Kenny turn around, squatting behind him.  I moved
closer, as Dozer's big hands spread Kenny's toned cheeks.  His ass had
un-pooched some, but it was still clear he'd gotten fucked hard.

"Ah," Bear began, but too late, Kenny's ass flexed, and he cum farted right
in Dozer's face.

I'm still not sure if it was the force of the fart or the surprise of it,
but Dozer fell back on his ass then rolled onto his back, his face
splattered with cum.  His hands had grabbed at Ken's legs, pulling him
along, Kenny landing right on Dozer's face with a plop.  Dozer's arms and
legs shook, and I thought for sure the big guy was dead.

Then, as Kenny moved to get up, Dozer's hands grabbed his thighs and pulled
him right back down onto his mouth, a muffled moan coming from under Kenny.

"Aww fuck," Kenny groaned, his head falling back, "Aww fuck, big boy, eat
me..."

I stood with Bear who whispered that he'd explain later.  I held his hand
around me and replied that I already knew.

With the ass munching over, we barely made it back the house and got
cleaned and dressed when Ma showed up with meals.  She didn't hang around
long, seems her and Pa were going on a date night, dinner and a movie.  We
hugged and kissed her, thanking her for the food, watching her and Pa,
driving off from the porch.  Ken drove Dozer home, leaving Bear and me to
bed down the animals.  By the time he was back, we were done and naked,
heating up Ma's Saulsbury steaks for dinner.

Totally tired from working and playing, we decided to clean up and head to
bed.  I'm pretty sure we all fell asleep fast, me, sandwiched in tightly
between my farm boy and the cowboy.

The next day, Bear had gone off with Kenny to pick up feed and grain.  I
busied myself with chores until I somehow found myself in the steam
chamber, my naked body soaking in the moist, healing, heat.  How I got
there, I can't say.  I mean, yeah, I walked, but I don't have any memory of
doing it.  I lay on the hot stone floor, now remembering Lancelot nudging
me.  Directing me along, pushing at my back with his head.  Across the
yard, through the barn to the stairs leading down.  He nodded with a
nickering whinny, his hoof digging at the floor.

As I lay there, I heard the familiar voice of my Indian Isilly, in my head.
'None come here during the snows.  The spring is frozen so there is no
water to cool with.'  I saw in my mind a section of the wall with a crack
high up in the ceiling.  Water sprayed from this crack, draining out under
where I now lay.

My vision showed me the past.  How the room used to look.  I was right.
There were benches to sit and lay on, as well as tubs that filled to
overflowing with steaming hot water that poured from holes in the walls
above them.

I could see blurry figures sitting on the benches and using the tubs.  I
couldn't see clearly enough to make out what, if anything, any of them were
doing, but, the tingling in my cock gave me a god idea.

Somewhere, in the darkness, I heard faint voices.  Someone was yelling.  I
could now see ghostly figures next to me. A young white boy roughly fucking
a young Indian boy, both about my age.  It was clear this was no mere
fucking, the white boy was clearly raping the Indian.  I could see traces
of blood on the white boy's cock and around the Indian's anus, as my sight
cleared.  The cries of pain from the Indian tore at my heart, but when I
reached out, my hand passed through him.

"I own ya now, ya fuckin savage," the white boy growled at the Indian.
"Cost me a year's pay."  His cock continued to assault the Indian's ass.
"Five dollars!  So, ya gonna love me, ya hear," the white boy grunted.
"All your kind is good for anyway."  I could see the Indian boy reaching
out, his wrists chained to heavy manacles, blood smeared on his wrists.
His hands were reaching out towards me, passing through me with a tingle.
Through his tears and cries of pain, one word kept repeating, 'Isilly'!
Holy fuck!  This was Muwin!  He was calling out for his love to come save
him!  Tears filled my eyes as the brutal assault continued.

"There's no one there ya dumb fuck," the white boy yelled, slapping his
hand on the back of Muwin's head, causing Muwin's face to slam hard against
the stone floor.  "No one's coming to save ya, ya fucking whore."  The
white boy turned to look where the Indian boy was looking.  I gasped, as I
recognized this boy as a young Mister Paul!  As I studied his face, I
caught sight of Muwin, blood from the cut on his forehead running down over
his face.  He clutched something around his neck, a defiant look emerging
through the blood.

Suddenly we were all outside, the area much different than it is now, but
clearly the ranch we now lived on.  There was no barn, just a lean-to.  The
big house, nothing more than a very small shack.  The entrance to the
tunnels, hidden by brush and shrubs.  I stood and watched helplessly as the
young Mister Paul shoved Muwin ahead of him, the boy tripping on the chains
that bound his bloodied ankles, his body slamming into the gray, dusty
ground.

Another, weaker call for Isilly, then grunts of pain as Mister Paul
repeatedly kicked Muwin's side and abs;

"Cry out all ya want, savage!  Hell, scream even," Mister Paul screaming
loudly.  "Ain't a soul for miles," Mister Paul laughed.  "Yer Village ain't
there no more.  Burned that crap-heap to the ground, I did.  Some rich man
from Europe bought it from me.  Gonna build him a fine hotel for rich
people.  Ain't no place for dirty, inbred shits like you."  Mister Paul
leaned down over the crumpled, bloodied body of Muwin.  "Where ya think I
got me the money to buy you, huh?"  Mister Paul spat on Muwin's back.
"Fuck, all you shit's think you own everything.  Ya don't.  I got's the
papers ta prove it too."  He grabbed the boys mangled long hair and pulled
his head back.  "I own it all, and I sold it.  That there special spring?
I own that too."  Mister Paul forced Muwin to stand.  "Ya don't wanna love
me?  Fine.  Then ya gonna serve me and live like the lump-a-shit, dirty ass
whore ya are.  I'm gonna fuck your tight cunt anytime I want, and ya ain't
got a thing ta say bout it."  I watched as he shoved the naked boy forward.
Only the chains that locked his wrists and feet did now wear. The choker
around his neck, gone.

I was again back in the steam cavern, my body curled into a tight ball.  I
was physically and mentally sick at what I had seen.  Tears poured from my
eyes.  How could I have misread Mister Paul as I had?  How could I have
been so blind to it?  How could I now live and take pleasure here where
such evil had happened.  My body convulsed, vomit puking from my mouth.  I
gagged and puked again, my gut in knots, I sobbed.

A soft touch to my back made my eyes open.  I now stood in the doorway of
the barn, the scene before me, the time of now.  At my side, Isilly stood
holding me.  The golden sun warming us, the green of summer, calming my
mind.  The breath from his mouth, caressing the side of my face.

"You saw the past, and here," his arm swept out in front of us, "you see
the present."  He touched my chest.  "You are what cleans the evil that for
so long lived here.  The evil, masked by the friendly face of an old man.
Long years I waited for you to come.  I begged the Great Mother to bring
you to me, but Great Mother said you were not yet ready."  Isilly lay his
head on my shoulder, his hand rubbing my chest.  "That you must struggle
for yourself before you could know how to help.  To know how to heal."

Isilly scooped up a handful of gray dirt and sprinkled it into my cupped
hands.  "Great Mother has blessed me with you and see what her blessing has
caused within you."  I looked at my hands, the gray dirt changing to dark,
fertile soil.  "See with your eyes how your medicine spirit, heals."  He
put my hands on his face.  "How your hands hold the blessing of healing."
He kissed my forehead.  "Great Mother has given you this magic, to make all
that was wrong, right."

Isilly now stood behind me, his arms around me.  We were now on the sacred
lands by the spring, near where we found the tunnels;

"You are close to understanding what it is you must do to remove the evil
and bring peace to Muwin and me."  He moved to stand before me, taking my
hands in his.  "These hands are the only ones that can return us here to
rest."  He placed my hands on his strong chest, my fingers touching the
scars from when he became a man.  "Can you feel me my Caddo," his voice
soft, tear's falling from his eyes?  I nodded, unable to speak.  "That is
the power of the Great Mother through you.  She is teaching you how to be
with me.  Learn from wisdom."  He again took my face, my hands sliding down
to hold his waist.  "You know it is hard for me to come to you like this.
It takes much effort and weakens me.  Learn from her what you must do to
share with me your spirit.  So, I can forever touch the medicine within
you."

"But, you are with me through Lancelot," I whispered.

"I, as him, am with you.  But, know his spirit is powerful.  I am but a
shadow to that which carries me to you."  Isilly kissed me, his arms around
my back, holding me, as he looked deeply into my eyes.  "Cado, by the grace
of the Great Mother, I am forever with you.  I am the warmth of the sun
upon your skin.  The light of the moon that shows your path in the darkest
night.  I am the breeze that caresses your hair.  The rustle of the trees,
my voice to your ears.  My kiss, the touch of rain to your lips."  His
touch faded and my vision darkened.

I felt a large form surrounding me.  I opened my eyes, finding I was laying
on hay in Lane's stall, the door securely latched.  Lancelot's tummy was
pressed to mine, his legs surrounding me from behind.  One big brown eye,
watching me, his head nodding as he saw me awaken.  I snuggled tighter to
him, feeling my cock laying on top of the side of his warm sheath.  His
moist opening kissing and sucking my balls as moist opening twitched.  My
head lay between his front legs, my lower leg between his back legs, my top
leg over his.  His nose sniffed my sweat, wet hair, his cock slowly
emerging from his moist sheath, massaging my balls as it began to harden
under them.

I moaned as his dick pushed into my crack, the head rubbing hard on my
hole, but at a wrong angle to push into me.  I solved that by reaching down
and slightly adjusting my hips, my fingers pushing his growing cock into my
twitching boy pussy.

Moaning louder as his shaft lengthened, sinking deeper as it grew longer.
Lancelot gave a strong kick with his back legs, twisting his body, rolling
up onto his back.  His legs carried me with him, now laying on top of him,
resting belly to belly.

I pulled myself forward, knowing his full length, and only slightly nervous
that his cock would end up sticking out through my mouth.  Lance counter
this by bucking his hips, driving his stallion cock deeper, his medial ring
fucking my hole back and forth.

I grunted with each thrust, torn between a desire to live with a normally
sized asshole, and impaling my young pussy fully on his stud cock.
Somehow, impaling won.  I pushed back hard on his still swelling cock,
crying out in unbelievable pleasure.  His girth stretching me more than I
had ever been stretched by him or Thor.

"Oh, God, fuck me, boy," I suddenly cried out, then yelped in pain as his
mouth bit into my shoulder, his head pulling me back, off his cock.  He
mouth-gripped me, holding me so no more than his medial ring could enter
me.  His grunts and snorting breath were right in my ear.  I swear to you,
I could hear words in his grunting.  His horsey voice moaning my name,
telling me how much he loved fucking me.

My cock was trapped between his slick shaft and his belly, my head pointed
at his sheath, my tip pushing inside slightly.

"Let me back just a bit boy," I grunted, making my cock throb.  Lancelot
understanding, giving three hard bucks, his cock pounding deeper into me,
my cockhead pushing inside his sheath, where his sheath lips caught my rim,
trapping me in it hot wetness.

Lance's flare bloomed, filling me inside.  His cock, pushing and pulling
against my special spot, causing me to become paralyzed and fall limp atop
my steed.  My balls exploded, pumping what felt like a massive load into
his sheath.  Lance bucked harder, now taking nearly half my cock inside his
sheath.

The effects of our lovemaking were not lost completely on me alone.  My
stud's cock hardened to that of a steel pole, his hot cum burning me as he
filled me to overflowing.  I could feel my cum leaking from his sheath
along my shaft, and his thick load, seeping from my overstretched boy cunt,
stuffed with nearly his entire cock, dripping down my leg.

We lay there like that for some minutes, each of us slowly emerging from
our sex-induced coma.  My cock softened, but remained trapped, my head held
by his sheath lips.  My cock being stretching in its softness as it shrank
in length.

Lance's cock began losing its girth, his flare the last thing to shrink,
plopping from me with a flood of his seed.  I grunted at the sudden loss of
size, my balls surged, as the second load of my boy juice pumped from my
trapped soft cock.  Lance gave a pleasurable whiny as he felt his sheath
swelling with more of my cream.

I lifted up, my cock trying to hold me in place, not wanting to pull for
the warmth of Lance's sheath.  I slide off my boy, my cock stretching then
finally his sheath releasing me with a sucking kiss.  I fell to the hay
covered floor of his stall as Lance quickly flipped and stood beside me.  I
looked to his sheath, the wrinkled opening twitching, making it look like
it was chewing on my cum.  It then pulsed, my seed drooling from its lips.
I quickly rose and pressed my mouth to his opening.  It pulsed again,
burping globs of my cum into my sucking mouth, Lance pulling back from me,
shaking his head.

"Gotcha boy," I told him, standing to hug his head.  "You wanna keep me in
you, no worries."  I turned to show him my ass, "Like I'm gonna keep you in
me."

I yelped as he nipped my butt cheeks, my ass clenching shut, then farting a
massive blob of his cum.  "Hey, ya bastard, that hurt!"  I heard Lancelot
nickering happily, his feet dancing as I rubbed my cheeks.

He nipped me again, causing yet another glob to loudly fart free.  Lance
gave a loud whinny, then licked his fat tongue up from my balls to the top
of my crack.  I moaned as he pressed his snout against my hole, his teeth
nibbling at my pouched out, boy pussy, almost like he was trying to suck on
my hole.

I grunted and let loose with another farting of cum, Lance snorting
happily, pressing his snout tighter.  I strained to give him one more, but
I was spent.  Nothing more than a slime drool left my twitching hole, Lance
still very happy to clean up what he could.

I left him not long after that.  I had made sure he was safe and that I
loved him dearly.  I took the longest shower of my life, not really
washing, I mean, yeah, I cleaned up but spent more time just standing under
the hot spray, going over the vision I had experienced.

I had a feeling I needed to return the carved medallion we'd found by the
tunnel entrance, some months back.  The one of the carved Coyote, thinking;
'OK that was Isilly's but what of Muwin?'  What did I need to have of his
to let them rest?

"If what I saw was true, there must be something here," I spoke aloud,
turning the shower off with a squeak.

I wracked my brain as I dried my body.  "Something here.  Something
Muwins'."  I thought harder, then it came to me.  "The Choker," I cried
out!

*****

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Little Wolf