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Cody Branson
Chapter 5 – Homesick
Fred was better in the mornin' as we witnessed by the tented covers. Now, Henry, he said Fred was a Norwegian from Norway. That's a country some place over there by France I reckon. Anyways, if all them Norwegians are put together same as ole Fred, the womenfolk must all walk funny. Once't I got a good look at what ole Fred was carryin' around I knowed he was one who wouldn't ever be pokin' me. That thang was big enough to have its own name. We played around with Fred little, but neither of us would let him breech us. I managed to get the end of it in my mouth but not much more. I sucked on it while Henry tried to suck one of them big ole balls in his mouth. Fred come off and we quit after that. He rested up a few days and then he took off back east to find the rest of his Norway compadres.
We was goin' into November now and the snows was comin' ever few days. Food was gettin' less plentiful and energy to cut firewood was gettin' less too on account of less food. The horses and the mule fell sick and froze to death, so we strapped on some snowshoes and slogged our way over the other side of valley to try `n get help from Gilbert and his ole man. When we got there the cabin was cold and empty. Gil had left a piece of paper on the table fer Henry sayin' they'd left for warmer climes `n if'n he was readin' this we should too. We set a while and studied our choices; warnt really much to study on. The nearest place we could get to was Calgary, even then it was two days or more on foot. We could either try to make it there or set here and die. We searched the cabin and found a couple of hides Gilbert left behind and one injun blanket. In his smokehouse Henry found some kind of meat; he said it looked like horse but it was better than starving to death. It was too late to start out tonight so we broke up furniture and built a fire; we'd make a start for Calgary in the mornin'. Even with the small fire and bundled in everthing we had it was still kindly cold but we weathered it.
First light we set out south headin' for Calgary. Henry set in to coughin' somethin' fierce `n I warn't feelin' so good my own self. We was travelin' fast as we could, even so, we feared that spendin' a night outside would mean it'd be our last night. We was both feverish, so after midday we commenced to lookin' for somewhat of some shelter. As the sun started slantin' Henry spied a cave up on a hillside; if it warn't no bear den we might be all right. We clumb up and check it out, it was no more'n an overhangin' rock shelf but it'd do. In the last light of the day we picked up all the dead wood we could find and piled it up at our hidey hole and I started a fire injun-wise. Once't I got my hands warmed I went back out and stumbled over a big log half buried in the snow. I called for Henry and he helped me drag it up the the cave. It was big enough we ended up warmer than we was in the cabin last night. Through the night we laid in each others arms, shaking and whichever of us woke up would feed the fire some more. When the sun come up we dragged our soul-weary bodies out and re-started on our journey. Henry had a coughin' fit and I seen him hock up some blood; that warn't a good sign. So far my coughin' was less but I was makin' a whistlin' sound ever time I tried to breathe. It'd been about a day since we eat that horse meat and it wasn't that much we et then. My body was screamin' for me to just set down and rest. Henry kept eggin' me on. He said if'n we set down we never would get up again. We was still a good ways from the town and I thought I spied a rabbit hoppin' up ahead. I pulled my rifle out of its scabbard and fired a shot. Turned out it was just a drift of snow. One good thing happened though; they was some Mounties nearby comin' though headed into Calgary and they heered the shot and come to investigate. Lordy, was we proud to see them men ridin' up. They helped us up and took us back to the city of Calgary. We was both so sick from bein' out in the cold they put us in the infirmary. Last thing I remembered was actually feelin' warm, then I passed out.
It was a week or ten days afore I got enough better to feed myself. I asked about Henry but couldn't get an answer outta anybody. The day before I was released I found out Gil and his man had come and claimed Henry's body. The ole sawbones said me and Henry both had got the numony, and whereas I had fought it off Henry was too weak and he succumbed. I felt like my heart had been tore right out of my body. I couldn't stop cryin' for two days. I made my mind that the cold warn't the place for me. Soon as I was able, I started makin' my way south agin. I come on a supplier makin' a run into Montana to get stuff from the train and bring back here. I rode with him and helped him as I could till we got to Helena. I said my goodbyes there and set out to find work that'd keep me till spring come so's I could get back south. Only thing I could find was runnin' a bar for a feller. My job was to be pouring drinks and rentin' rooms for common folk and fer the cowboys come to fuck a whore or two. My pay was a room to sleep in, meals and a dollar a week. It went all right once't the whores got it through their heads I wasn't interested in their wares.
It was right close to Christmas when one night as I was pourin' rot gut a ruckus commenced at the door to the saloon. I heered a fight and caught a couple glimpses of Benny Peterson pushin' somebody down and kickin' `im. I asked what was goin' on and they told me it was some injun tryin' to come in fer a drink and they wasn't havin' it. Well, sir, I knowed that all injuns warn't bad and I warn't gonna let Benny beat on one for no reason. I throwed down my bar towel and walked outside to break it up. So, who do you think I see, flat on his ass in the snow and drunk as Billy Hell but my old partner Pan.
"Pansook, what the hell are you doin' shitfaced and beggin' fer likker" I asked `im, "you ain't like that."
"Is that you, Cody?" he asked, squintin' though swelled up eyes. Then he stared me down a good minute and almost cryin' he says "I made a big mistake."
I helped `im up and took him to my room the back way so I could check `im out. I made `im strip them wet clothes off, then I put `im in my bed to rest. He passed out pretty fast, he was so drunk I hoped he'd remember I brought `im up here. I scooted on back downstairs `fore somebody noted I was missin' fer too long. After last call, I locked up and went on back to my room. Pan was still sawin' logs and the room smelled like likker breath. I went on and shucked my clothes and piled up in the bed alongside `im and tried to go to sleep. `Fore I blew out the lamp though, I noted that he had whelps all over his chest and arms. It looked like somebody had been whuppin' my old friend with a whip or somewhat. That set a fire burnin' in me. It was late and I was wore out so I blew out the light and tried my best to sleep. After about an hour of layin' there it finally set in.
I was havin' a dream about Henry and Gil, the night they both nursed on my peter till the got my juices. The dream I was havin' was better'n I remembered the actual thing bein'. I started kind of wakin' up when I heered smackin' and slobberin' and I figured out it warn't no dream. Pan was going wild on my peter and I was wound tighter than a train engineer's pocketwatch.
"Boy, you better let up if'n you don't want a gullet full..." it was all I got out before my peter exploded and filled his mouth up. Pan swallered and swallered until I quit spittin' it out. Then he come up `n kissed me, leavin' the taste of my own juice in my mouth.
"I's tryin' to tell you last night, I made a big mistake when I left you Cody" he said all out of breath still from suckin' my peter.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Sahale warn't interested in no mate, him and them other two wanted a slave" he said "he put me to work doin' everthing fer them and when I balked he commenced to beatin' me. First with his hand, then later with whatever he could find. These lines was from a leather whip he traded a Mexican out of." He turnt `round and I seen the stripes was on his back as well as the front. "But what about you? What happened to that French feller you run off with?"
I tole him the story of what had gone on all the way up to now, which set me to cryin'. Then he shook his head and thunk for a minute `fore he said "the great spirit punished us fer leavin' off each other; don't you see? We are supposed to be together. We said oaths and set rings on each other then forsook all of it, we've been punished. We cain't leave each other agin, Cody, lest we end up dead." Now, I don't know if I believe in all that great spirit stuff `r not, but what he said did seem to make some sense to me. Lord knows, we both had hit some hard times apart. Maybe we was better together. Pan got up and went to his trousers over by the fire and dug through `em till he found what he was searchin' for; two little bands of leather.
"When we come inta money, we'll replace these with gold. But fer now, you and me know theys as important as gold" he says, pushin' one gentle like onto my finger. I took the other'n and did the same on him, kissin' him in the process. I pulled `im in the bed with me and commenced to returnin' the suckin' he give me earlier. I was slobberin' all over that beautiful injun dick and I eased a finger up in his back door whilst I was at it, makin' him give out a little moanin' sound. His ole hole felt like it was greedy fer more so I stuck another'n in there.
"Take me, Cody, please" he says. It had been probably six weeks since I last fucked a feller `n that was my other great love, now departed. When I took Pansook I felt like I'd come home. He was right near as tight as the first time I dicked `im, he said he wouldn't let Sahale fuck `im after the beatins started so it'd been a while for him too.
I pushed it on into him slow as molasses till I had my fuzzy ole satchel smashed up tight agin his ass. He was purrin' like a house cat, then he started movin' hisself on it, tryin' to let me know to get busy. That was all I needed to get me in motion. I set up a good slappin' rhythm, poppin' my nuts on his cheeks on ever downstroke. Since he'd already emptied me it was takin' a long buildup this time and a quarter hour or so inter it the boy was squirmin' and grabbin' hold of them covers and squeezin' like crazy. His eyes was turnt up into the top a his head. I kept on a plowin' and was finally gettin' clost agin when his hole clamped down like a mouse trap and he went to shootin' juice all over the both of us. Well, sir, that pushed me right over the cliff and unloaded a wad right up into him; I knowed it was prolly a regular load, but I swear it felt like a quart! `Fore I pulled outta his end, I grabbed a bar rag I'd left on the side table and shoved it under `im to catch any spillins. We laid there till the sun was up in the sky jess holdin' onta each other.
The two of us smelt like wild animals from all `r activities so I pulled on my clothes and went down and paid fer a bath and went back up to fetch `im while they was gettin' the hot water ready. Ole Sam give me a look; I reckon he warn't all that happy `bout me havin' a injun in there, but since me and him'd played around a bit he didn't say nothin' so I give him a extra two bits to let us alone while we got cleaned up. Onc't Pan was cleaned up he was a whole lot easier to look at fer these white folks. I spoke to Mr. McDonald what owned the saloon and asked if he had any work fer Pan. He didn't have any here but a buddy a his'n was hirin' fellers to unload the train cars when they come in, that feller he knowed was a half-breed so he took on Pan without any problem. Just like that we had two dollars a week comin' in. Pan stayed with me in my room, it was all we needed till spring.
All that liftin' and totin' was makin' Pan shape up somethin' nice. His chest was firm and the muscles in `is arms was fillin' up his shirt sleeves right well. That made me start to movin' crates of likker around to try `n build up my own. Now that he was comin' inta full manhood he was sproutin' a little trail of hair from the middle of his chest down his stomach till it dove in to meet up with his dick bush. He come in most days with a little sweat from the job and smelt good enough to make me pop up hard as a rock. We fucked so much I reckon even the whores got tired a hearin' the headboard bangin' on the wall.
Finally, Spring come in. Everthing was turnin' green and it was purty for sure, but I was determined I wouldn't be in a cold place when wintertime hit again. It was kindly hard, but we made our goodbyes to everbody and got passage on a stagecoach headed south. Over the next couple of months we made our way by coach, train and foot till we got to Texas. In the summer it was hotter'n Hell itself, but I knowed that meant we'd be safe in the winter. We ended up settlin' in a little town called El Paso right on the edge of Mexico. That's where stayed – together - till the end.
Epilogue
Cody and Pan never met a stranger, they were friends to everyone. When Cody passed on at the ripe old age of 67 years, damn near a thousand folks showed up to see him off. Pan fell back onto alcohol to ease his pain and between the grief and the cirrhosis, he passed only two years later at only 55 years old. The two of them were laid next to each other in what was more like one big grave than two separate ones in the old boot hill cemetery on the edge of town. A friend and fellow traveller of theirs, a man by the name of Manuel Garcia made their headstone. It's in the shape of a heart made up of two puzzle pieces joined together. The inscription is a drawing of two leather rings with the words `Together Forever' underneath it.
Lambodara 11/8/21
So ends the story of Cody Branson. You can read about his spiritual offspring in one of my other stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/el-paso/