Sentinel Mountain
Chapter Forty-eight
Horses and Ponies
By Sequoyah
Edited by Jesse and Scott
Prior warning apply.
©Sequoyah
The two lovers stood, looking across the valley, Josh's arms
wrapped around Alex, silent, entranced by the lush green vista
before them. Alex turned slowly in Josh's arms, pulled his lips
to his in a hot kiss. Josh opened his mouth to his lover's
tongue and the taste of Alex filled his being. Their kiss became
more and more passionate as their tongues did battle. Josh was
hard, his iron cock gushing precum. Alex was as well. Josh
realized afresh where they were and the danger they were in. He
broke the kiss and said, “Barefoot Boy, it will take us half an
hour or more to reach the House where your medicine is. I'm
surprised you haven't reacted to our love-making.”
Alex looked at Josh as a spasm hit him. Josh's hard cock quickly
went soft, but there was no throwing up on Alex's part and he
was fully alert, looking into Josh's eyes as several other
spasms shook his body. After a shiver, he said, “Babe, I hope
nobody's looking,” and dropped his pants revealing cum-soaked
underwear, “but you just sent me over the edge.” Josh pulled the
front of Alex's trunks from his body in order to get them over
his still hard cock and peeled them from his body.
As he pushed the trunks down, Josh saw that Alex had shot one
hell of a load in them. His hard cock was cum slick and Josh
took a risk and took it in his mouth, sucking the last cum from
it and then licked it clean. Josh then helped Alex out of his
cum-soaked trunks and Alex pulled his jeans over his round butt
and soft cock. Then he said, “I think we've run enough risk.”
“But what a reward, at least for me!” He gave Josh a quick kiss
and asked, “Want me to give you some relief?”
“Babe, I don't know.”
“Well, I don't think we have to worry about me getting an
erection in the next five minutes. He moved behind Josh, dropped
his pants, pulled his trunks down and started stroking his cock.
Josh leaned against his lover and was soon groaning then shot
again and again, anointing Sentinel Rock. Alex quickly moved
around Josh and cleaned his cock as his lover had done his.
Josh drove down the mountain and when they reached Louise's
place, she and Shane were sitting on the porch cuddling. As soon
as Louise saw them she yelled, “Hey! Come join us.”
Josh stopped the Jeep and they walked to the porch. “I guess
this means you two are more than friends?”
“I think that would be a safe assumption. You two been to
Sentinel Rock?”
“Sure have,” Alex said, “man, what a view.”
“There's another one close by if you climb the fire tower.”
“Can I take a raincheck? I think I have pushed my luck far
enough today.”
“Any time. You can walk around the side of the house, but that's
a pretty steep climb, too. If I'm not here, go on in. Like all
the houses on the Mountain, my door is only locked at night if I
am here, otherwise, we trust each other. You can go through the
loft and save yourself the climb around the house.”
“Thanks,” Alex said.
They chatted with Louise and Shane for half an hour, then left
the two on the porch and drove back to the House, stopping by
the waterfall.
Monday morning, Alex, Josh, Nelson and Walt flew to Asheville to
pick up Mr. VanWinkle. The weather was perfect for flying and
Alex and Nelson got a thrill at being able to see the mountains
since it had been night when they flew in from Atlanta. Mr.
VanWinkle met them at the airport and they flew back to Sentinel
Mountain. Josh picked up the black plastic box with Elijah's
ashes and Alex drove him and Mr. VanWinkle to Sentinel Rock at
eleven. Fortunately, the stiff breeze sweeping the Rock was
blowing toward the valley when Josh opened the box, took out the
bag of ashes and cast them from the edge. The breeze carried
them in a great fan shape out and over the valley as the three
men stood in silence. After several minutes, they went back to
the Jeep without speaking.
Half-way down the mountain, Mr. VanWinkle said, “Josh, I sense
you have decided to make Sentinel Mountain home.”
“I have. I guess I still have to prove I'm going to do something
constructive with it and I think there's no doubt that will be
the re-opening of Boys' Camp, which, by the way, will need to be
renamed, I think, something honoring Elijah. If only we could
get the state to move, we could have it open by the new year,
but right now that's a big 'if.' Physically it is in good shape
but, after all, it has been closed for years. There will have to
be some renovations and updating, but I don't want to start
until I have some idea what the state will require. Shane seems
to be getting the runaround, so we're stuck.”
“Damn,” Mr. VanWinkle said, “I thought everything was all smooth
in Raleigh. Let me make a couple phone calls when we get back to
the House. By the way, I talked to June yesterday. I could not
believe what he and Bull pulled off.”
“You know Bull?” Josh asked.
“Sure do. I have known him for about twenty years I guess. I had
a slam-dunk civil case against a crook here in western North
Carolina, but he and his money disappeared. Mentioned that at a
family reunion and June said, 'What you need is Alessio Bull
Marino, Tracer of Lost Persons.' He gave me phone number and
said, 'Give Bull a call. Tell him I sent you.' I wasn't too
happy about spending more money on skip tracers since I had a
couple who'd failed already, but I gave Bull a call and he had
him within a week. Son of a bitch was living in Asheville as a
woman!”
When we got back to the House, Mr. VanWinkle went to Josh's
office, closed the door and didn't emerge for half an hour. When
he came out, Josh said, “Mr. VanWinkle, lunch is ready.” Josh
had asked Shane to have lunch with him as he wanted him in on
anything Mr. VanWinkle came up with. He had also asked Walt and
Cam to join them since he had kept Walt too busy to do any
grocery shopping. Given the number of people around the table,
he had asked Janie to set the dining room table.
When they were seated, Janie and Alma put the food on the table
and sat down also. Josh introduced everyone. When he finished,
Alexander piped up with, “That's not Mr. VanWinkle!”
“That's not Mr. VanWinkle,” Joshua parrotted.
Susan was embarrassed. “Sharp fellows you have there, Susan. I'm
not the Mr. VanWinkle you know, he's June. I'm Jordan.”
“You're Mr. Jordan?” Alexander asked.
“That's right. Mr. Jordan VanWinkle.”
“Ok,” Joshua said and dug into his lunch. “Uncle Alex, will
horses be here after lunch?”
“After your nap, Joshua, you know it's after your nap.”
“Ok, short nap.”
“A long nap,” Alex grinned.
“Ok.”
A short while later, the two scampered down from their high
chairs and Alexander said, “You need to put us down for our nap,
mommy.” Susan excused herself and went with the boys upstairs.
“I can see where things are going to be lively on Sentinel
Mountain for some years ahead,” Mr. VanWinkle said. “So, they
are your grandsons, Alma?”
“They are.”
“Delightful and amazingly well-behaved for three-year-olds.
Great vocabulary as well.”
“Thank you. You can credit their parents for that and they do
have their three-year-old moments.”
“Their father not here?”
“Not yet. He's due this afternoon with the horses.”
“Yes, the boys seemed pretty excited about the horses. You going
into the horse business, Josh?”
“I'm in the horse business. I guess you could call this the east
coast branch,” he laughed. He then explained how he happened to
get in the horse business. “At this point, Sentinel Mountain
station will be Mustangs and ponies. The boys don't know it, but
they were selected by two ponies well over a year ago, but when
they moved to Oakland, the ponies stayed in Utah. They are also
coming. Within the next six months, I will add Mangalarga
Marchador. I am purchasing five mares and a stallion from my
Portuguese teacher who is having to give them up because he is
no longer able to care for them and I wanted to breed them
anyway. Nelson is, according to his dad, one of the best riding
teachers he has ever known. If he likes the Mountain and wants
to stay, at least until he has to go away to finish college, he
will be riding teacher for Boys' Camp. Mavis, a teacher from
Boulder who teaches English as well as Western riding and was
Alex's and my trick riding teacher, will also teach here part
time. She will be coming soon to design the riding school.
Winston, the twins' father and Alma's son, will teach the
hands-on part of auto mechanics -- I guess, more accurately,
internal combustion engine mechanics -- and operate a garage
here on the mountain.”
“Why not teach all of it?”
Josh felt he had placed himself in a bind, but Alma came to the
rescue. “Winston had a very high fever when he was less than a
year old. It damaged part of his brain. Book learning is very
difficult for him.”
“He is, however,” Josh said, “a genius in other ways, such as
his ability to deal with engines, to negotiate and to ferret out
stuff. He worked for Blankenship in purchasing for some months
before Kelly and after when I hired him back before I asked him
to come here. He saved the company hundreds of thousands with
his negotiating skill and his ferreting out those taking
kickbacks, over-bidding contracts, other shady tactics. He will
also be an example for boys who have disabilities in some
areas."
“Sounds indeed as though you have done a lot of serious thinking
about Boys' Camp.”
“Very serious.”
“Well, we'll talk more after lunch.”
The rest of lunch was spent talking about other aspects of life
on the Mountain, Alex's need to return to Boulder and other
related subjects, but nothing truly serious. When they finished
lunch, Mr. VanWinkle suggested he, Shane and Josh discuss Boys'
Camp and the two went into Josh's office. When Josh asked Alex
if he'd like to join them, he said he thought he best rest
awhile and went into their bedroom.
“Josh, I am very excited at the prospects of having Boys' Camp
alive again and I really like the idea of it being resurrected
with a new name honoring Elijah. It's a fitting tribute to him.
It was very close to Elijah's heart and it did an amazing job.
Elijah was years ahead of his time in what boys growing into men
need to know and do, in his ideas about education, in his belief
in the importance of work and the humanities. Times have changed
and the technology is vastly advanced over what he had to work
with, but his thinking is as sound as ever. That having been
said, an awful lot of the education establishment disagrees.
While most lament the standardized test as a measure of success
or failure, in practice, students and teachers stand or fall on
standardized tests. That presents both a challenge and an
opportunity. The challenge is to overcome the resistance of
educational officials in Raleigh to your proposal for a charter
school and the opportunity is one to show them there is a better
way.”
“Seems to me the opportunity is non-existent until we accomplish
the first.”
“True. That is why a group of inspectors who are in agreement
with what I see as your goals will be here within the next few
days to go over the facilities with a fine-toothed comb and make
recommendations. We both know what is here is better than
ninty-nine percent of the public schools, but with state
inspectors being nit-picky, we can make sure there are no
legitimate problems with the facilities. For example, children
and teachers sometimes have an allergy to chalk dust, so white
marker boards are now the thing. I haven't looked, but I suspect
the classrooms now have green blackboards as I have heard them
called.”
“They have, but Shane suggested we install the new electronic
marker boards. Read a report about their positive impact on
students in a poor South Carolina school.”
“Good. That's another thing. Back up anything out of the
ordinary or not the latest educational fad with good solid
research. Sounds as though you have a good man here in Shane.”
“Excellent.” Shane actually blushed.
“My second suggestion is to bring in an outsider who is capable
of writing in bureaucratese, but who is knowledgeable and who
supports your, and Shane's, educational philosophy and have him
or her write your proposals. You will have the support of some
very powerful political friends in Raleigh and Sylvan county,
but bureaucrats can scuttle any project by delaying tactics and
nit-picking.”
“Any suggestions? Blankenship has people who deal with
government contracts all the time and have to deal with petty
bureaucrats, but of course there is not a philosophy to peddle.
Winston is a negotiator par excellence, but not able to
understand or discuss educational theory. Shane knows exactly
what we want to happen here.”
“And you have the facilities and financial backing for the
project, that's your team. I know a woman who can put the
proposal together and when it's ready, I'll arrange a sit-down
with people who will have the power to approve it, but then is
when you need someone ready to deal with the bureaucrats and
their throwing around the little power they have.”
“When can I meet the woman?”
“You and Shane get what you want in as good shape as you can and
give me a call. I'm sure she can come on short notice....”
“No! No! Don't hurt me!” A scream came from the bedroom. After
the initial words, there was just one long wailing scream after
another. It had to be loud because the three men heard it
clearly in the office behind a closed door and Josh was sure
Alex had closed the door when he went in to take a nap. He hoped
he had not locked it. Josh shot out of his chair and rushed to
the bedroom prepared to do what was required to reach Alex. The
door was not locked and when he burst into the room, he saw Alex
lying in the bed, bound by the sheet wrapped around his body. In
his tossing and turning, he had managed to wrap himself like a
mummy and, Josh supposed, thought he was being restrained.
Josh went to the bed, crawled on it and started unwinding it
from around Alex who was still screaming at the top of his
lungs. When Josh finally freed one arm, Alex swung at him and
landed a very solid punch on the side of his face. Josh saw it
coming and quickly turned his head or it would have landed in
his eye. He realized he needed to free Alex and wake him, but
Alex was now strong enough to do him damage, so he grabbed the
edge of the sheet and simply unrolled Alex. When he was free,
Alex stopped screaming and started whimpering, “Don't hurt me,
don't hurt me.” Josh again climbed on the bed, hugged Alex to
himself and started stroking his arm.
Suddenly two bundles of concern flung themselves on the bed and
got on either side of Alex and wrapped their tiny arms around
him, lay their heads against his back and patted his back
saying, “S’all right, Uncle Alex. Bad dream. S’all right,” again
and again.
Alex opened his eyes, saw Josh and kissed him then looked down
and saw the tiny arms around him. Josh released him and he
turned and pulled the twins to himself and kissed each on the
head. “Thank you for waking me up.”
“You having a bad dream. S’all gone away?” Alexander asked. Alex
nodded.
“Good!” Joshua proclaimed. “Now see the horses.”
“Are the horses here?” Josh asked.
“They here, they here,” the two said jumping up and down.
“Well, you two wait right outside the door and as soon as I get
dressed, we'll go see them,” Alex said.
“Come on, Zander,” Joshua said. “Hurry, Uncle Alex.”
They went outside and as Alex dressed, he asked, “Was it as bad
as I thought?”
“It was bad,” Josh said and kissed him. “I heard you screaming
in the office.”
“I dreamed I was tied to the bed and one of the nurses was
hitting my cock and balls with a cattle prod, grinning as he
asked, 'Still queer, faggot?'”
“Bad, but when you woke up, you were not in really bad shape. I
think you are making good progress.”
“A pair of boys didn't hurt,” he said. “I cannot imagine they
did what they did when the horses were waiting.”
“Good genes, I guess, but they do seem to have good instincts.
Let's go see the horses.”
Rob and Susan were waiting outside in the Jeep when we emerged.
“I see you were found by the hoodlums,” Susan said.
“Watch what you are calling my rescuers,” Alex said as he
climbed into the Jeep and reached down and picked up a boy and
put him on his lap. “You'll hear the whole story later,” he
added as Josh picked up the other boy.
“What did you do with Mr. VanWinkle?” Josh asked.
“Janie took a load in the SUV. He insisted he was staying until
all was well and really wanted a look at the horses, so he went
along. Everyone else is at the horse station waiting for you and
the horses to arrive. The vans hadn't reached the valley when I
left. Sally called and said they were fifteen or twenty minutes
away and, of course, the road to the horse station from the
entrance will mean slow moving.”
The horse station was on the opposite end of the valley from the
cattle station, behind Boys' Camp and the residences in that
area. There were no paved roads in the valley and the road to
the horse station had been a mere trail until it had recently
been made wider and graveled and had not settled, so Josh knew
the vans would have to take it easy.
When they arrived, the entire population of the valley was
perched on the new corral fence, waiting in eager
expectation.The two boys were not about to let their uncles out
of their sight, so they rode on Josh and Alex's shoulders until
there were lifted off and perched on the fence. Mr. VanWinkle
can over and asked Alex how he was doing and was assured he was
fine.
Suddenly the car with Sally, Brenda and Winston rounded the
corner and came to a halt in front of the stables. As soon as he
had stopped, the door opened and Winston came running to the
fence, grabbed the boys in a hug, then Susan. He kissed the boys
and still holding them, embraced Susan and the two kissed, not a
'in the presence of Mom' kind of kiss, although Mom was present.
Sally and Brenda were right behind him and Josh said, “Ok,
folks, this is Winston, the father of Alexander and Joshua and
not incidentally, Susan's husband. The two ladies are Sally, my
partner in the horse business and her wife Brenda. I'll let all
you Sentinel Mountain people introduce yourselves.”
As he was speaking, the first van came into view and the boys
were giving Winston a hard time, bouncing in his arms. He
finally sat them on the fence and said, “You better be still or
you will fall off.” They stopped bouncing, but with difficulty.
The van pulled up to the stables and the drivers got out and
stretched. Josh walked over to them, introduced himself and
asked if they could begin unloading the horses. One of the
drivers said their job was to deliver them and they were
finished and ready for a hot shower and at least twelve hours in
the bed. “As soon as we have the horses unloaded I am sure we
can supply both and thanks for taking care of the horses. I'm
afraid things would have been in bad shape had you guys not
taken over.”
“You are right about that. Joel and I are real horse people and
these are magnificent animals, including the ponies. Neither of
us has ever dealt with Mustangs before and I feel honored the
boss called on us to take over. I guess he learned his lesson
about overbooking and hiring drivers who have no experience
transporting animals.”
“Well, again, thank you and we'll get you to the House and a hot
shower and bed soon. Lunch as well and you are welcome to stay
on the Mountain as long as you like.”
“Thank you. The boss has given us until day after tomorrow
before we have to head back to headquarters.”
Winston lowered the ramp and went into the van and came out with
the stallion, a beautiful buckskin. As soon as he was down the
ramp, Sally went in and brought out a bay mare. She needed a
good currying and brushing, but so did the buckskin stallion.
Brenda brought out a sable mare and Nelson went inside and came
out with a buckskin. “Beautiful!” Alex exclaimed. The horses
were put in stables with fresh water always available and a
small feeding of grain. Alex and Josh brought out two more, both
bays. As Sally passed Josh she said, “Josh, I thought I'd give
up the black mare we captured last fall, but Brenda reminded me
you have the twins which will be breeding mares in two, two and
a half years. We have seen herds in Arizona and Montana with
black mares and we plan to make captures in both. With Princess
and the twins and semen from a black capture stallion, you will
have a good start toward a black strain. With our black mare and
semen from Prince, we'll also aim for an occasional black.”
“They are all beautiful,” Josh said as Brenda and Nelson entered
the trailer. Brenda walked out another sable and Nelson came out
leading two ponies which he put in the corral. The boys did not
recognize them and looked disappointed. The driver pulled the
van out of the way and parked it, making way for the second van
from which five horses and three more ponies were led. When all
the horses were in stalls, Janie and Sherry, Rob's wife, took
the drivers to the house for showers and meals. Janie asked if
it was all right to put them in rooms with twin beds and Josh
told her she was in charge of the house. “Do what you think
best.”
Nelson and Sally made one last trip into the van and brought out
the last two ponies. The boys saw the black and Palomino at once
and started calling to them. The ponies' ears pricked up and
they whinnied. As soon as they were in the corral, they went to
their boy and started nuzzling to be petted. Before anyone could
stop them, the boys were off the fence and in the corral with
the seven ponies. Everyone froze for a moment since they were in
a corral with seven ponies, three of which were totally
untrained. Alex and Nelson were over the fence in a flash and
handed the boys over the corral fence to Susan and Winston, two
very confused boys it was plain to see. No-one wanted them to
become frightened of ponies and horses, but all were weak-kneed
over the idea of them being in a corral with the unbroken
ponies. Josh said, “Boys, the corral is for horses and big
people. You must never go inside. We'll bring the ponies out.”
He and Nelson brought the two ponies around to where the boys
were sitting on the fence and put each boy on his pony. They
promptly threw their arms around the ponies' necks and started
petting them.
Sally and Brenda had bought saddles for the two and Nelson and
Alex took them from Winston when he handed them from the van.
They buckled them on and put a boy in the saddle and adjusted
the stirrups. The ponies stood perfectly still and they didn't
act up at all. Susan watched over them as they rode around the
corral and back. They had no opportunity to ride since the
family had moved to San Francisco and the ponies remained in
Utah, nonetheless, they were riding well.
Josh, Alex, Nelson, Sally and Brenda all went to work currying
and brushing the horses. As they finished with one, they turned
it into the corral until it contained the buckskin stallion and
twelve mares: three sorrels, one with coffee points, one with
black and a blond sorrel; two sables, Sally said they were
confirmed sables from their DNA; three paints, one black and
white and two brown and white; three bays and a black. All were
beautiful. The gathered Mountain population sat on the corral
fence and just watched the animals.
When they finished with the horses, they went to the pony
stables and started grooming them. “I guess you can’t count,
Sally, I see seven ponies here. I thought we agreed on half a
dozen.”
“Well, Stud, I figured even a gay man would realize it takes a
stallion before a mare can drop a foal.”
“I’ll admit I guess I thought the six would include a stallion
and I am embarrassed to say I didn’t notice one was a stallion.”
“The other Palomino is a stallion. I expect we’ll be exchanging
sperm among you, Jack and myself. He had a black stallion and I
have a paint.”
“Sounds like we’re in the pony business sure enough.”
“You’ll sell three ponies before you sell a horse and, by the
way, Jack and I have discovered we need to check out the buyers.
Too often a pony looks like a toy to a spoiled brat and cute to
mommy, and something daddy wanted when he was a boy. Add a major
temper tantrum from spoiled brat when told ‘No pony’ to that
mixture and you have a recipe for disaster when spoiled brat
gets a pony to shut up. Also make sure you don’t sell to a real
sleazy ‘pony rides’ operator. They are also a disaster for the
ponies. There are some good ones, but mostly those do not travel
from small town to small town. Hell, Jack and I check out
potential owners as if they were adopting one of our children.
Horses? Just be sure people know keeping a horse is a costly
proposition.”
“Thanks for the advise. Lesson I won’t have to learn the hard
way.”
Sentinel Mountain
Chapter Forty-nine
Champion Bronc Rider and a Magic Sorrel
“Any of these broke to the saddle?” Nelson asked Sally.
“I'd hardly call any of them broke to the saddle, but they all
have had a saddle on. Both the buckskin mare and stallion have
had a saddle on with a bag of oats across it, but none have been
ridden by a person. As you could guess, none of them took kindly
to a saddle,” she laughed. “The stallion... well, you know about
males. He is a stubborn one. The mare is sneaky. You really have
to watch her.” The stallion was a bit darker than the mare and
had black points, The mare's tail and mane were a dark coffee
color, two beautiful animals.
“Any problem with me trying to saddle the stallion, Josh?”
Nelson asked.
“Be my guest,” Josh responded. Nelson went to the tack room and
Josh was surprised when Nelson returned and had a lariat he had
brought from Utah. He was also carrying a saddle and blanket
which he placed on the corral fence. Nelson then moved slowly
into the corral until he had a clear shot at the buckskin
stallion, spun the lariat like the expert he was and dropped it
over the stallion's neck. The stallion immediately reared up on
his hind legs and snorted. He gave Nelson a hard time as he
moved slowly toward the horse, speaking softly. When he reached
the horse, he stroked his neck, hanging onto the lariat while
the horse pulled against it, trying to get away. Nelson was
finally able to get him to the corral fence and tie his halter
to a post. He started rubbing his hands over the horse and the
horse was in a dilemma. On the one hand, he wanted nothing to do
with the man and on the other, he was thoroughly enjoying being
groomed. He finally relaxed and seemed to be dozing when Nelson
finished and threw the blanket on his back. He was no longer
dozing! Nelson kept stroking him and speaking softly and when he
had calmed down, Nelson put the saddle on his back. He was
having not of that! He tried to buck it off and did, finally.
Nelson moved him until he could safely pick up the saddle and
put it on the horse again. It took a while, but Nelson finally
got the saddle on the horse, untied him, grabbed the saddle horn
and was atop the horse in a single fluid movement. Neil had said
Nelson was a good rider, but Alex said, “The boy rides like he's
glued in the saddle.”
He spoke too soon as Nelson left the saddle headed for the
ground. Somehow, he managed to land half on his feet, still
holding the reins. He started speaking softly, approaching the
horse, stroked his neck when he reached him, still speaking
softly. Once again, he grabbed the saddle horn and swung into
the saddle. The horse started his tricks again, but Nelson was
wise to him. After he had settled down a bit, Nelson asked the
gate to the pasture be opened and he rode through and gave the
horse free rein. The stallion headed down the pasture in a
full-speed gallop and when Nelson turned him he came back the
same way. Nelson turned him and he again started out flat out,
but three quarters of a mile from the corral, the spectators saw
him slow down in a fast trot, a gait he could have maintained
all day. When they came back, Nelson motioned for the gate to be
opened and when he had the horse tied to a post, stroked him as
he said, “There's going to be argument since Mustangs supposedly
have a limited number of gaits according to the experts, but
I'll bet money this stallion has more than most horses, period.
I can feel it in him.”
“That Mustangs have a limited number of gaits is bull,” Sally
said, “I have definitely seen plenty.”
Winston was leading the ponies toward the corral and it was
clear the tiny bodies were tiring even though they claimed to be
ready for more. Winston brought the ponies around to the stable,
picked up a couple of crates and tied up the ponies. He sat the
crates beside them and had the boys dismount, instructing them
how to do it correctly. The boys were still standing on the
crates where they could reach the horses and Winston gave them
curry combs and showed them how to curry the ponies. “That man
knows education regardless of whether or not he can spout
theory. Privilege carries responsibility, a very important
lesson most adults haven't learned,” Mr. VanWinkle said.
Sally and Brenda came walking up and Sally said, “Josh, I didn't
believe you when you described the pastures here. I thought you
were exaggerating, but I see it is true. Glad the horse pastures
haven't been mowed so they have mature grass. There's never
enough grass in Utah for grass foundering to be a problem, but
it could be a major problem here.”
“We’ll feed hay before putting the horses in the small holding
pasture and keep an eye on them. We can round them up
mid-morning and hold them until evening before releasing them to
graze if needs be.”
“I talked to a vet and he gave me a prescription for an
antibiotic to inhibit fermentation of the grass sugars in their
gut and by careful addition of grass, the antibiotic and feeding
hay, all should be well. Brought the antibiotic with me and a
copy of the prescription. He also warned me about a fescue
fungus which can wreak havoc with reproduction from breeding to
birth and beyond.”
“Rob tells me they have never allowed fescue to be sown here. In
fact, the only seeding has been with native grasses and
wildflowers. I understand there are flowers blooming April until
November most years, so we don't have to worry.”
Nelson came walking up and Josh said, “Nelson, I see you can
ride, but how are you at training horses?”
“Honestly? Not as good as some, better than most. Alex, you ever
help break horses?”
“Some.”
“Think you can stay on one like that buckskin beauty, the mare?”
“Not sure. I can try.”
“Can you handle a lariat?”
“That I can do.”
“What say you take that one and I'll take the stallion again and
we'll work on the two?”
“What about me?” Cam asked.
“Ever been on a horse?” Nelson asked.
“No, but I can learn.”
“You best learn to ride before you take on a wild horse. I’ve
been riding since I was the twins' age and you saw how I
couldn't stay on. Maybe in a week or so, we'll have a horse you
can try. Ok?”
“Sure,” Cam said. “I guess it's not easy.”
“Matter of fact, it's not,” Alex said. “My ass will probably be
on the ground in less than a minute and I, too, have been riding
ever since I could sit in a saddle.” He went to the tack room
and got a blanket and saddle and filled a pocket with oats. He
put the saddle and blanket on the corral fence.
Alex walked into the holding pasture, moving slowly. He carried
a lariat, but wanted to see if he could catch the horse without
it. When he was approaching the middle of the small pasture, the
horses had all stopped grazing and stood looking at him.
A bay walked toward Alex, then stopped. Alex stopped as well.
She took a few more steps toward him and he started speaking to
her very softly. She took a few more steps and stopped. Alex was
perfectly still except for speaking, “Come on, beautiful. Come
to Alex, lady.” He continued speaking as he raised his arm
slowly, holding it in front of his chest, moving his hand in a
'come to me' motion. Nelson had also stopped and watched as the
horse took another few steps and stretched her neck as though
she was reaching for Alex's hand, but was afraid to get too
close. He kept talking and motioning with his hand as Josh
remembered the twins had done when they were looking at the
ponies. They had ended up with the selecting a boy rather
than the other way around, the way Prince had selected Josh. The
bay was finally close enough to nip at Alex's fingers with her
lips and did so, he supposed tasting the salt on them or maybe
getting his scent. She stepped closer and Alex reached up slowly
and started to scratch between her ears. When he touched her,
she threw her head back, but then lowered it and he scratched
between her ears which she clearly enjoyed. He stroked down the
side of her face and grasped her halter. She threw her head
back, but he held on, holding with one hand, stroking with the
other and speaking to her.
In a few minutes, Alex started gently leading her toward the
fence where he tied her to a post. He rubbed her neck and across
her back, She liked that, but certainly did not like being tied.
When he extended a handful of oats, she shied away from him, but
gradually extended her neck until she could lip the oats into
her mouth. She pulled away again while she ate them. Alex
continued speaking softly and when the mare stretched her neck
and nipped at his fingers with her lips, he again filled his
hand with oats and she grabbed them and did not back away. He
took the blanket from the fence and put it on her back and she
promptly shook it off. Keeping an eye on her hooves, he picked
it up and put it on her back and held it there when she tried to
shake it off. She gave up when it was leave the blanket on or
not get the oats in Alex's hand.
While she chewed the oats, he put the saddle on her back and
quickly cinched it. The horse of course tried to get it off and
Alex pulled the cinch tight as she carried on. When he was sure
the saddle was secure, he grabbed the saddle horn and, as Nelson
had done, got in the saddle smoothly. The bay mare stood still,
but was trembling. Alex kept rubbing her neck and talking to her
as he gradually turned her head and she started walking very
sedately around the corral. Alex was thinking, “What's going
on?” when she went from a sedate walk to a fast trot, bent
double in a buck and he had to hang on with both hands when she
came down on all fours, jarring his whole body and causing him
to bite his tongue when his teeth came together. She then put on
as good a display of her displeasure as the buckskin stallion
had done. Following Nelson's example, he asked the gate to the
pasture be opened and he rode through, the mare again being very
sedate.
Suddenly she became the untamed horse she was and took off,
almost catching Alex unaware. He let her gallop at full speed to
the end of the pasture, turned her and headed back to the
stable. He restrained her until she was moving at a fast trot.
Alex knew the trot was best for her to throw him and thought he
was prepared when she suddenly burst into a gallop headed
directly for the corral. As she approached, she suddenly lowered
her head and came to an abrupt stop, her aim to throw Alex over
her head. Alex was headed in that direction when she again went
from a standstill to fast trot, giving Alex the momentum he
needed to execute a trick rider move, a kind of out of the
saddle, bounce off the ground, back in the saddle. To say the
mare was confused was an understatement. She stopped, shook her
head and snorted. Alex got her moving again and rode her around
the pasture trying her at different speeds to see how she moved.
Nelson joined him, riding the stallion, and the two continued
riding, changing gaits to get the feel of the two horses. They
finally raced to the end of the pasture and back and both horses
were ready for a rest and they slowed them to an easy walk to
cool down. Back at the corral, they tied the horses and curried
and brushed them until their coats gleamed, put them in a stable
and fed them half a scoop of oats. In the days that followed,
both men raided an old apple tree and carried apples for the
horses they rode. They set up a schedule and ended each day
riding the bay and stallion, swopping so the horses wouldn't
attach themselves to only one rider. After that first day, Josh
joined them until they were working with six horses, hoping to
get them to the point where Cam and others could ride in
relative safety.
After Nelson and Alex ended their ride, Josh said he needed to
get Mr. VanWinkle back to Asheville and invited Cam to join him.
As they flew back, Josh and Walt discussed the need to swop
planes as the turbo was a little much for flying a single person
from Asheville and Walt needed the small plane for pilot's
training. As soon as they reached cruising altitude, Walt said,
“Josh, why don't you let Cam take the co-pilot's seat?” Josh did
and Walt let him 'fly' for a while before Josh again took over
as co-pilot for the descent and landing. Of course Cam was about
to burst when he got to the House, but then he needed all the
help he could get in overcoming his past and opening his future.
Alex and Nelson were in showers when they got back. Winston said
he guessed they were trying to wash away some of the bruises and
aches from their morning of horse breaking. When they came down,
Josh had them and Sally and Brenda join him in his office to
talk about the trip back to Wellsburg, Boulder and San
Francisco. Sally said she and Brenda had planned on being gone
for a week and a half to two weeks. Alex needed to get back and
check in with Shawn, but he had talked to him for an hour from
the Mountain and Shawn thought everything was going as well as
he expected, then added, “actually, better” and definitely
thought the Mountain was doing him good. Alex did too. The final
decision was Josh would fly them all to Boulder, drop off Alex,
fly Sally and Brenda to Wellsburg in the small plane and he and
Walt would fly on to San Francisco.
He would spend a day with Luc while Walt made final arrangements
for selling his house and getting rid of the things he still had
in the house. Josh would fly back to Boulder in the small plane
alone while Walt would find a co-pilot and fly the large one
back to Sentinel Mountain. Josh wasn't uneasy about flying the
plane to the Mountain by himself, but Walt reminded him his
insurance required a co-pilot. They finally agreed to leaving on
the following Wednesday.
Meanwhile, Josh and Shane met Tuesday and Wednesday getting
their proposal in order. They planned to meet each morning at
ten, take a break for lunch and work from one until four.
Thursday, they would take a day-long break in order to come back
to the proposal fresh Friday. Josh and Alex were up before eight
each morning and after breakfast, explored the surroundings.
Susan and Winston had looked over the two houses she thought
would fit them with the addition of an apartment for Alma.
Winston took a look at both and immediately decided one was
definitely better for them than the other and laid out the
reasons why. There was, of course, no question about the matter
once he had explained his choice. Tuesday after he and Shane
called it a day, Josh went to look at the house with Susan and
Winston. It, as most of the houses on the Mountain, was a
Craftsman design, but with more and larger windows. It was
two-story with three bedrooms up and the master bedroom down.
When they picked it out, Rob said he would get the blueprint and
Josh discovered there were blueprints for every building on the
Mountain including the simplest hay shed and the latest, the
garage. He noticed the same firm had done the latest and the
first, the House. He called the firm and was soon connected to
one of the architects who knew the Mountain and the buildings.
He had an assistant pull the blueprint in question and said, “My
first impression is to convert the garage into an apartment --
small bedroom, living area and studio kitchen and build a
free-standing garage, but give me a couple, three days and I'll
get back to you.”
When he called back, he had two options. The first was to extend
the back of the garage by eight feet, which could be done
without blocking a window, and adding a free standing garage in
the same style as the house. The second was to make the free
standing 'garage' an apartment with a living area and kitchen
down and two bedrooms and a bath up. Alma immediately vetoed
that idea because it involved stairs and she expected to be in
it for a long time and the time would come when she didn't need
stairs. Susan vetoed it because it would be unattached to the
house. Both she and Alma liked the idea of Alma having her own
space, but neither liked the idea of her place being unattached
since both knew Alma would often share meals with them and
babysit the twins. Josh gave the architect the go-ahead and he
said he'd have the plans in a week or so. Rob said it would
probably take a couple months to build the apartment.
“Look,” Susan said, “we will have three bedrooms up and will
only be using one for the next few months ....”
“Whoa!” Winston exclaimed. “What do you mean 'will only be using
one for the next few months?'”
Susan got a smug look on her face and said, “Well, I assumed the
twins will insist on sharing the same room.”
“Well?” Winston said. “That's one room.”
“Then we'll need a room for the babies.”
“Room for the babies?” Winston gave Susan a look which said,
“Ok, I know what's going on, out with it!”
“Yes, babies. I'm pregnant and will probably have twins, maybe
triplets, but most likely twins, well, I guess I can't be sure
about that. I'm eight to nine weeks along and won't have an
ultrasound until week thirteen or fourteen, but I did see an
Ob/Gyn last week and she's pretty sure I'm pregnant with twins
again.”
Winston was beaming. “Girls this time.”
“I think you've already determined that.”
“Don't blame that on me!”
“I'm afraid she's got you there,” Alma said. “The male
determines a baby's sex.”
“Well damn, we have no say in that either.”
“Glad you know who's boss, baby,” Susan said, and gave him a
deep kiss. “Anyway, it's six or seven months before we need
another room and, Alma, if you won't mind being upstairs, you
could move into what will be the guest room and we can get out
of Josh's hair.”
“I'm not too sure Josh wants you out of his hair,” Josh said.
“You will. Even I'd like to have those twin tornadoes out of my
hair at times.”
“I guess that means we schedule a 'Get the House Ready Day,'”
Josh said. He called Rob and they decided to do it Friday and
Saturday, since the house was much larger than Cam's and Walt's.
Susan called Cam and asked if he could help her out with a
decorating scheme and he was delighted. Winston made it very
clear whatever Susan chose would be fine with him so long as the
bed was big enough. Alma said the same thing about the room in
which she would be staying since she'd have her own place before
long.
While Shane and Josh worked on the Boys' Camp proposal, Alex and
Nelson worked with the horses; Susan and Cam on the decorating
scheme after school and Winston and Rob on getting the cars,
trucks and tractors in top notch shape. Winston arrived at the
garage an hour before Rob and stayed an hour afterward getting
the garage organized to suit himself.
Cam showed up at the corral when he and Susan took a break and
it turned out the blond sorrel liked him. So long as he was
around the corral, she acted as though she was thoroughly broken
to ride, but when he was not, she could put on quite a show.
“Gee, I hope all these horses don't turn out to be 'one person'
horses,” Alex said.
“I don't think they will,” Nelson said. “I bet so long as you're
were not around, someone else could ride Princess. I wonder what
the sorrel would do with Cam in the saddle?”
“I'm sure he's game, but he could be hurt easily.”
“He's seen us on the ground enough to know that,” Nelson said.
“But he doesn't know how to fall.”
“Guess he can learn the same way we did, by being thrown.”
“I know he wants to try,” Alex said. When Josh showed up at the
corral, Alex asked him if he thought they should let Cam try to
ride.”
“Clear it with Walt,” he said, “before you ask Cam.”
Alex called Walt and asked him about putting Cam on the horse
and told him why they would even consider it. “He'll likely
break his neck, but he's been bugging me about when he could
ride. Let him go ahead. Right now he is with Susan. They have
been together since he got home from school. I guess she's
chosen him to be her interior decorator.” Walt laughed, “I
wonder what his macho friends in Oakland would say about that?”
“I suspect we both know,” Alex said, “fortunately, he's where
his talent is appreciated.”
“Yeah, the change in the boy for the better is remarkable. I'll
tell him when he gets home or you can call him. I may come down
to watch this.”
“Do. He will appreciate it.”
Alex called the House and Janie said Susan and Cam were at the
Masons' place. He called and told Susan what was up and asked if
she and Cam had finished. “No, but we'll be there shortly.”
Fifteen minutes later Susan, Cam and the twins arrived.
“Cam, that sorrel seems to like you. When you are here, she
behaves and when you're not, she's as difficult as the stallion.
If you're up to it, and knowing you might break your neck -- and
that's no joke -- Alex and I think she might let you ride. Your
decision.”
“Now that I watch you two, I'm not as anxious to climb in a
saddle as before, but with help, I'll try it.”
“Not if you're frightened. Nervous is ok, frightened is not.
Horses sense that at once.”
“Ok, where do I start?”
“Start by seeing if she'll let you catch her. If she won't, then
I'd say, forget it for a while. Go to the tack room and get some
oats, blanket and saddle.”
When Cam brought the saddle, Nelson tossed it over a barrel and
had Cam climb on it and adjusted the stirrups. He also showed
Cam how to sit. “Ok, you have seen us catch the horses who allow
it, see if you can catch her."
Cam walked toward the sorrel who came to meet him. When she
reached him, he held out a handful of oats and she lipped them
from his hand. He started stroking her neck and scratching
between her ears. The horse leaned into him and Cam led her to
the fence. When he put the blanket on her, she didn't move. The
same with the saddle. Nelson and Alex said nothing, but both
were holding their breath, waiting for the horse to explode.
When Cam had the saddle cinched, Nelson checked it and was
surprised the cinch was nice and tight. Most horses puffed up
their bellies so the cinch was loose if the rider didn't check
and make sure it was tight. Cam grabbed the saddle horn and
attempted to mount like Alex and Nelson and ended up with one
leg on the saddle and the other firmly planted on the ground.
Nelson linked his hands and held them for Cam to use as a step
and he hoisted himself in the saddle. When he clicked his
tongue, the horse looked back over her shoulder at him as if to
say, “You're sure about this?” then started a very sedate walk
around the corral.
Alex and Nelson debated whether or not to open the gate and
allow horse and rider into the pasture and decided it was ok.
Once in the pasture, the sorrel picked up her pace a bit and
clearly she and Cam were thrilled. “Well, I'll don't think I've
seen anything like it,” Nelson said. “Ok, anyone else want to
try? We've got five more horses we've worked with, but I think
that's the only magic one we have.”
Josh said, “I want to see how that buckskin stallion will behave
with me,” and walked toward the horses. He was very close to the
stallion when it started backing away, then turned and ran. It
was pretty clear he was not going to come willingly so Josh
whirled Nelson's lariat and dropped it over the horse's neck. He
kept it tight as he walked toward the horse and took it by its
halter and walked to the fence where Alex and Nelson had placed
three saddles. He tied the stallion to a post and dropped a
blanket on his back, then the saddle. The horse used every trick
in the horse book on how to avoid being saddled, but he was not
up against an amateur and Josh soon had the saddle cinched and
mounted in as graceful a motion as Alex and Nelson had done.
Meanwhile, the two of them had caught a paint and a bay and
brought them to the fence to be saddled. When all three were
mounted and headed out into the pasture, Alex said, “I guess we
forgot about Cam. I hope he's not lying in the pasture with
something broken."
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