Date: Thu, 05 Sep 2019 12:49:55 +0000
From: lambodara@protonmail.com
Subject: Appalachian Farm Life-6

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NOTE: In the last chapter I made a mistake and kept calling Jasper's little
brother JimBob, mentally confusing him with the Waltons I guess. His name
is JoeBob, short for Joseph Robert.

10 September 1832

I woke up confused. Yesterday was Sunday, but since the preacher was
travelling there was no service. That threw me off on my dates. I kinda
felt bad, we did some naughty things on a Sunday. I'll have to say some
extra prayers. On the good side, my birthday is this Saturday. Only 5 days
to go.

Ever since Saturday, JoeBob has been following me around everywhere when
I'm home. He even waited for me when I went to the outhouse. When I came
out he was sitting on a log smiling. It was getting weird. Daddy had
noticed and asked me why JoeBob was following me around like a calf after a
heifer. That made me think of sucking and I blushed. I told him I didn't
have any ideer. Daddy let it drop.

I was walking back to the barn to meet back up with Sammy and looked back
and there was JoeBob. I figured I better nip it in the bud.

"JoeBob...."

"Call me Joey" he said, "JoeBob is a little kid name, I don't like it
anymore."

"So, you are a little kid" I said.

"No I'm not, I've done stuff like you and Willie do" he said with a smirk.

"If you say anything to anybody, you'll never do any of it again" I repied
between my teeth, "...Joey."

"I won't talk" he insisted, "I'm not a tattle tale baby."

"Okay...look...just stop following me around, daddy's noticed and he thinks
its weird. He may start figuring it out" I said, "He said you were
following me around like a calf after a heifer, do you know what calves to
with heifers?" I asked.

"Suck their milk" he said matter-of-factly. Then a look confusion crossed
his face. "Wait, does that mean he thinks I'm following you around to suck
your milk? That's silly, boys don't make milk."

"Well....uh....kinda....listen.....uhh...I'll explain it to you
later...ok?" I stammered, "Just go play with Booger or should I call him
Donny now? (Booger's real name is Donald) I left Sammy alone in the barn."

Willie and Danny were helping each other do chores at both farms so me and
Sammy had the day free. With the sun up, it was getting pretty warm in the
hayloft so I asked if Sammy wanted to go do something. I asked daddy if he
needed us for anything but he didn't. As we started towards the woods he
called me back and asked which way we were going on our walk. I said I
thought I'd take Sammy to see the waterfall up toward the indian
lands. "Hold on a minute, then" he said. He went in the house and came back
out with some papers in an envelope.

"Here's something you can do for me. Deliver these papers. Take the trail
like you're going to the waterfall but where the trail forks before the
waterfall trail take the right fork. Follow the trail until you see the
marker tree then turn right again. When you cross the log over the creek go
left, and in about 300 yards you'll see the cabin you're going to" He said.

"Who lives way out there, daddy" I asked.

"An old friend of mine named Clyde Bearfield" he answered, "tell him you're
Ethan's boy, it'll be fine."

We started off when he called me back again. "One more thing, son...be very
careful with those papers. Don't lose them. People's lives may depend on
it."

"No sir, I won't let anything happen to them." I promised.

"So, I guess we have an adventure today" I said to Sammy.

"Yeah, I wonder what's so important?" he asked.

"I don't know, the envelope is sealed" I answered, "maybe we can stick
around and see what it is if Mr. Bearfield opens it."

After the right turn at the trail fork the trail was pretty steep uphill
for a while. We sat and rested a few minutes sitting on the marker tree. A
marker tree was a tree that the indians made sharp unnatural bends in to
mark travel directions and trailheads. This one was deeply bent about a
foot and a half off the ground and grew sideways for about 4 feet before
going back up. The trail from here wasn't as pronounced but it was still
not too hard to follow. A while later we came to the stream with the log
bridge. We crossed and took our turn and the trail kind of traced the curve
of a mountain. Rounding the curve we could see a partial clearing with a
small cabin in it. As we approached the cabin I stopped.

"HELLO IN THE CABIN!!" I yelled. A lot of times someone this far out might
be making moonshine, and you could get shot just barging in.

An older indian man came out. He was dressed in a button up shirt with the
sleeves rolled up and a pair of dungarees. He had moccasins on his
feet. His hair was salt and pepper colored and went way down his back in a
pony tail.

"WHO'S THERE?!" he yelled back.

"I'M ETHAN TURNER'S SON!" I said.

"WELL, COME ON UP BOY!" he replied.

"Now, which one are you, Willie?" he asked.

"No sir, I'm Jasper. Willie's my older brother" I said, "and this here is
my friend Sammy Schwarz."

"Schwarz?...you one of Jake's boys?"

"Yes sir, Jacob is my pa." he said.

"Jake's a good man, shame about your ma. A man shouldn't have to raise his
kids alone." he patted Sammy on the back.

"So what brings you boys out my way?" he asked.

"My daddy said to bring you these papers" I answered, handing him the
envelope.

"Come on in and set a spell, while I look these over and see if I need to
send anything back with y'all" he said.

We went inside and sat at his table and he took a knife and broke the wax
seal on the envelope and pulled out the papers. It looked important, the
designs on it looked like they had been printed on a printing press and it
was stamped at the bottom with one of those seals that makes the paper
raise up.

"It's a land deed" Mr. Bearfield said, "I'll be damned. He actually got
it."

"What does it mean" I asked.

"It means the government men can't run me off my land!" he said with tears
in his eyes. "Your father is the truest friend I've ever had, white or
cherokee."

I got emotional with the man speaking of my father like that and water came
to my eyes. I felt proud for him to be my daddy.

Mr. Bearfield said "Give your father my most heartfelt thanks and tell him
to come visit soon. Oh and take somethings back with you for your father
from me, please."

"Yes sir" I said.

He went about the cabin gathering some things in a leather rucksack. Some
canned goods, jerky, a little tobacco and last of all 2 big jars and one
little one of what looked like water.

"Again" he said, "tell him thank you, we are brothers forever."

"Yes sir, I will" I said, as I pulled the straps of the rucksack onto my
shoulders.

I was lost in my thoughts on the way back and almost missed the turn to the
waterfall, but Sammy saw it and we made the turn. At the ring of stones, we
sat and looked at the waterfall.

"Why did your dad do that?" he asked.

"He don't think the Indian Act is right, making all those people leave
their homes. They were here a lot longer than any of us." I said. "I met a
Cherokee boy here not long ago, he was telling me about seeing the soldiers
herding the Seminoles west."

Sammy sat silently for a while, watching the waterfall and thinking. He
looked at me like he just reached a decision...."you're right" he said,
"can you imagine if somebody came here and made us leave all our stuff and
walk to some place we never been to live."

Again we sat quietly for a while, nothing but the sound of rushing water.

"Lets have a drink of that water" Sammy said, "get the little one."

I dug through and pulled out the small jar. The lid was very tight. When it
finally popped open a weird smell came up.

"I don't think this is water" I told Sammy "maybe it's some indian potion."

I handed the jar to him and he sniffed it then took a taste. "This is
likker" he said, "white lightning. My pa has a jar he tried to hide in the
springhouse."

"Let me taste it" I said. I took the jar and took a big swallow. It burned
my mouth and almost took my breath. I started coughing. I could feel the
burn moving all the way down my body. I handed it back to Sammy, who took
another swig.

"Dang! I'm hot as fire" I said.

"Me too, my head feels funny" Sammy said "let's cool off in the waterfall
pool."

"Ok, bring the jar with you" I said, with a giggle.

From the rock circle to the waterfall pool we left a trail of our clothes.

Laying back in the cool water at the edge of the pool we sat and enjoyed
the waterfall and each other's company. I was about half asleep from the
alcohol buzz and my hand had found it's way into my crotch. Not really a
sexual thing, just an idle hand looking for something to do. Sammy sat up
quickly and I asked "What is it?"

"There's somebody up there messing around with our stuff!" he said.

I turned around and saw the back of what looked like an indian man going
through the rucksack.

"HEY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!" I yelled.

He turned around toward us, it was Waya. He walked down toward the where we
were in the water.

"Jasper, what are you doing with my grandfather's bag?" he asked angrily.

"He lent it to us to take those things to my father" I said. So
Mr. Bearfield is Waya's grandfather. Hmm.

"Then why are you here, naked, drinking from a shine jar?" he asked.

"Well...me and Sammy thought it was water at first, we were thirsty and
took a drink, then we got hot and sleepy so we decided to cool off in the
pool" I said.

"Why would my grandfather give you gifts to take home" he said
suspiciously.

I proudly said "my father got his land deed for him and we were delivering
it." I let that sink in for a minute.

"Is....this....true?"

"Yes, we didn't steal from your grandfather or anything evil like that" I
said.

He took the jar of moonshine and took a big swig, he looked like a weight
had been lifted off him.

"They can't make us leave, we will stay on our land always" he said mostly
to himself. "I will join you for a while if you don't mind" he said.

"Come on in" I said.

He unlaced his moccasins and sat them aside, then pulled on a leather cord
at his waist and dropped the loincloth with the shoes. He had, as I had
suspected, the most gorgeous light brown peter jutting out of a jet black
crop of hair. It wasn't huge, I guessed about 4 inches, but was hanging
over some oversized balls hanging very low. I must have been looking too
long, he laughed at me and said "do you like what you see?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, I'm just feeling funny from the
moonshine" I said, " 'sides, I never seen a cherokee peter before."

Waya sat in the water between me and Sammy and said "you want to inspect it
closer, then?"

Sammy piped up "if HE don't I do!" and he took another sip from the jar and
passed it to Waya. Waya took a sip and passed it to me. I took a sip and
put the lid on the jar and sat it on the ground nearby.

Waya laid back and folded his arms behind his head. You know my weakness, I
went for his armpit and stuck my nose in the small patch of hair there and
inhaled deeply, which made my shaft stand up immediately. I could see in my
peripheral vision that Sammy had pulled the skin back on the indian beast
and was licking on the plum colored head like it was a lollipop. I dropped
down further in the water between his legs and took hold of those big
balls. First rolling them around in my hand, then I started taking them in
my mouth one at a time. I tried to get both, they were just too much, one
of his balls was nearly the size of a chicken egg. When I looked up again,
Sammy was working on the head and about an inch of the shaft and as I was
massaging the testicle currently in my mouth I could hear Waya groan. I
wasn't sure what he would do, but I decided to try something. Sammy was now
more than halfway down the 6" shaft when I very slowly eased my middle
finger between Waya's cheeks. I could feel him shiver just a little. Sammy
came up on the dick and I waited until he started back down then I pushed
my finger in all the way. Waya's whole body shuddered and Sammy started
sputtering and trying to swallow.

"Damn!" Sammy said, "are you trying to drown me with injun juice?!?"

"How does he taste" I asked. In response, Sammy leaned over and pressed his
mouth to mine and shared some of the load with me.

"Let me repay you little friend" Waya said as he pulled Sammy up to his
face and swallowed him to the root. I got behind Sammy and fondled his
nutsack while Waya was expertly sucking him off. I really needed release so
I started fisting my peter fast and hard. I stood behind Sammy beating my
dick and as Sammy started blasting in Waya's mouth, I shot my juice all
over his butt, then, as it dripped down into his crack onto his hole, I
dropped to my knees and licked the fluid off.

We all sat quietly afterwards and finished the little bit of 'shine that
was left. The sun was getting lower in the sky. I told Waya we needed to
get back home before my dad got worried as I started getting dressed. He
asked me to hand him the buckskin loincloth. I picked it up and smelled of
it's rich blend of ball sweat and leather and handed it to him. He just
smiled and shook his head.

Once we had our clothes on and I got the rucksack situated, I went to shake
hands and Waya pulled me into a hug. He did the same with Sammy.

"Don't say goodbye, brothers" he said "just 'see you later'. We will meet
again."

On the way home I kept thinking how good it was that my father was helping
these people keep their land. We got to the house and I took off the
rucksack and handed it over.

"Gifts from Mr. Bearfield" I said.

"He didn't have to do that" dad said, "you shouldn't have taken it."

For the first time in years I went and wrapped my arms around my dad and
said "I love you dad."

"I love you too" he said sounding kind of surprised. "By the way, what do
you think about this 'Joey' thing?"

Lambodara 09/05/2019