Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2002 11:10:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Waddie Greywolf Subject: "Cabbage Patch Cowboy Part 7" DISCLAIMER: WARNING!! This is a work of homoerotic fictions written by an adult for the purpose of entertainment for other adults. If you are not eighteen year of age or you have any problem with this type of literature then this is a warning to read no further. The author will not be held responsible for any reason if you do. (Codes: M/M M/b M/t Gay Incest Anal Oral True) Comments/questions: waddiebear@yahoo.com Copyright 2002 Waddie Greywolf ============================================================================== CABBAGE PATCH COWBOY PART 7 While he was at the Claymore's Waddie continued to sleep in Buck's big bed. He missed his buddy but he knew his life was about to change as well as Buck's. He realized that Buck's place was with his wife. He knew all that but, hell, he was only six years old. Ten months of having that big, hulking, loving, compassionate, protective, all encompassing, painfully funny, huge man's body keeping him warm and comfortable every night, instantly taken away, was taking it's toll on him. He tried like hell to be magnanimous but the more he tried the greater he began to suffer `big-cowboy-buddy' withdrawal symptoms. It's a horrible condition of being separated from the major cowperson in your life. Modern medicine has recognized it for years (puer-bos abrumpo) but little is written about it. It can be terminal if a patient has a bad enough case. It simply breaks the heart into two halves. Waddie was sure his heart had stopped a couple of times all ready. It was not a mild case. The only cure, once addicted, is another big ole West Texas cowboy buddy but where the hell was a six year old going to find one. It was the worst feeling of loneliness he ever felt. Even worse than the emptiness that sent him to that dead end closet. There's a difference between being empty and lonely; pining your heart away for your buddy. Waddie named the condition `the screaming blue meanies' because it made him feel blue and so low he wanted to scream. A couple of nights he cried himself to sleep. One night he didn't remember going to sleep and woke up thinking he was back in Buck's arms. He was deeply touched to turn his head and see Pa Claymore laying there in the all together holding him like Buck did. Pa Claymore awakened, pulled him closer, stole a kiss, and told him to go back to sleep. He would help him through the night. It was sweet of him and Waddie drifted off into a most comfortable, peaceful sleep. Waddie made Ma and Pa Claymore swear that they wouldn't tell Buck nor Linda Sue. He would get over it. It was time for him to grow up and stop being a baby, he told them. He would be six next weekfor cries sake! High time he acted his age! He loved his Uncle Buck and Aunt Linda Sue and didn't want them concerned. His crying at night got to Ma and Pa Claymore until they made an emergency call to a friend they knew would help. Waddie lay there in bed finally exhausted from crying his heart out and once again he felt as if he were enfolded in Buck's big arms and was floating on the most peaceful river of sleep. He even felt wonderful the next morning when he felt a kiss on his forehead. He opened his eyes to a beautiful, handsome cowboy. His buddy Quinton had given up his Friday night to come spend it with a needy buddy. Waddie couldn't have been more happy to see Quinton if he had ridden up on a hard charging, black stallion. Waddie was so move he cried in Quinton's arms. He didn't have to say a word to Quinton. Quinton knew. Quinton just held him tight and let him get it out. Quinton begged him to come stay with him and his parents; they loved him, too. He would sleep with him every night like he was his little brother. He was free to hold on to any part of Quinton he wanted to. Quinton wouldn't care but he just couldn't stand to see the little buddy he loved be that blue. He knew what Buck's larger than life personality could to do to a man. He had longed to feel Buck's arms around him for years. It was that morning, Waddie formed a deep love for Quinton as a close and dear friend and has loved him all these fifty-six years. Waddie always considered Quinton one of the major treasures of his life. Still does! At eighty-two Waddie still can't take his eyes off the man. Waddie took desperate measures to combat this disease. (i.e. big-cowboy-withdrawal syndrome) He would go into Buck's closet and find the dirtiest, most worn, old pair of Buck's cowboy boots and bring them to bed with him. They were so big his entire head would fit into one. He would put one over his head and sleep with the smells of his uncle going into his lungs and find comfort for a while. When he couldn't get anymore smells from that one he'd pull the other over his head and sleep with it. (Doctors usually recommend only one boot per night but Waddie had it bad.!) He found an old jock strap in a paper bag with some gym shorts and some old dirty socks. The jock strap was old but it had several large yellow stains that was obviously his uncle's piss or pre-come. It was so big he thought it might double as a picnic basket. When he got it over his head, it came alive and make his dick instantly hard. He had to jack off. In fact it prompted several jack off sessions that were the heaviest orgasms he'd had so far. Then he slept the entire night with it covering his little face. But at best, his trying to be inventive only managed to keep the lonely wolf away from the door just so long until he realized,...he'd been thrown out of paradise and he didn't know why. He tried to think good thoughts about his mom and dad having their life together. If he could only be with them he knew Buck would find time for him. They had a nice, big, comfortable, old farm house with several extra bedrooms upstairs but they hadn't said anything to him about coming to live with them. He didn't know if he wanted to now. It was almost like they didn't want him getting in the way. `Why should he feel bad about that,' he thought, `you've lived your whole life being given just enough to tempt you to try to reach out and grab it only to have it snatched away at the last minute. This is no different, it's just these folks think they're sincere. They try to be but they don't really mean it. They're just trying to make themselves feel good by being nice to the poor kid for a while; then, when they get tired of him, or get a better offer, they go their own way. Well, what did you expect? You knew Buck had to live with Linda Sue after he married her and it ain't like he dumped you for a woman. She ain't even a wicked step-mother, for cries sake? She's your mother! Buck did you a hell of a favor by marrying Miss Davenport. You're legal now! You're no longer a bastard. Well, they don't know I'm their real kid so I don't get invited to live with `em. When they find out, are you gonna' punish them by not going to live with them `cause they turned their backs on you now? I might! I just might! I'm only six years old, for cries sake, what do you want from me? The answer to world peace? Where am I gonna' get answers to major questions like that? Hell, I still have a tough time getting though the night without wetting the bed.' Buck tried his damnedest to be what Waddie needed. He had to admit dealing with a kid like Waddie who was, intelligent, quick, sensitive, loving, wanting to trust, easily wounded, wasn't a cakewalk for an old, rough talking, West Texas cowboy. Buck felt like a stranger in a strange land. He was a believer but Buck wasn't a real go-to-church-every-Sunday religious man; however, he found himself, hitting his knees, talking to God, asking his help and guidance with Waddie. Buck sent more `talks,' as he called them, to heaven about Waddie than he ever had on his own behalf during the war. Because he did love the little man so much, Buck felt he needed help, big time, and he was hoping the Big Man would take pity on him and give him a hand. Buck thought his love alone would be the balm that would float Waddie above the hurts of the world but he could feel the boy slowly withdrawing from him. He was still Waddie but the closeness was gone. He was withdrawn and quiet. He'd respond politely if spoken to directly but there was little spontaneity. Buck included Waddie in almost everything he and Linda Sue did during the day and hoped he might express an interest in coming to live with them. Buck, Waddie and Linda Sue spent most of their days the rest of the summer together, either at the farm house Buck and Linda Sue rented or at the Claymore's, the Davenport's, the Lovejoy's or the Justin's. It was July tenth, Waddie's birthday. Like Christmas he hadn't mentioned a thing he wanted. He told everyone he didn't want nothing but to be with the people he loved all day. Truth was, he didn't know how to accept gifts from people and felt embarrassed when anyone gave him anything. He didn't think he deserved it. He really couldn't figure out why they would do it. It was okay for him to do or give of himself to other people but he didn't expect anything in return. He never had gotten anything in return for any reason so why now? Especially from folks he didn't even know real well. The Justins decided to celebrate the boy's birthday on the tenth and the following year on the eleventh. Waddie, Linda Sue and Buck rode in Bertie May to the Justin's. Buck hadn't cleaned out the back of Bertie May. His tools and junk from the construction projects with Dan were still in there. He had an old oil cloth tarp he kept thrown over the mess to protect it from the rain. Waddie never had a birthday party. He didn't know what you did at a birthday party. He never had a cake made for him. When they pulled up in the truck everyone came to greet them. Waddie was shocked. There were cars and pickup trucks, buggies with horses, there must of been forty to fifty people that he had met one time or another and their kids were there as well. More kids than he'd ever seen. The main kid he wanted to see came up, hugged him, kissed him an told him he loved him. Waddie did the same and knew he was home with his brother. They played all sorts of games and had a good time. Waddie and Gip won a lot. They were bigger, faster and more well coordinated than the other kids their age. Then they figured since it was their party it would be better to let some of the other kids win. They'd mess up on purpose and someone else would win. Buck and Dan watched them and knew exactly what they were doing and were proud of them. Gip didn't know any of the kids. Waddie knew a few and introduced them to Gip. They were all Waddie and Gip's age and would be starting school with them in the fall. Almost everyone that would be in the first grade class was there. That wasn't a lot. About twelve kids. It was reported to be the biggest class of kids entering first grade in years. They called them the `war babies' whatever that meant. There was one kid that kept picking on some of the smaller kids. His dad scolded him three or four times but he just ignored his old man. Finally he hurt a pretty little girl name Jannie and made her cry. He was pretty rough with her, too. Waddie went to her immediately, took her in his arms and held her to comfort her. Gip wasn't gonna' stand for anymore of the kid's bull shit. It was his and Waddie's party and he felt he had the right to say what went on. Besides, Jannie was sweet. She didn't deserve what he did to her. Gip wasn't as big as the kid but he got right in his face and told the kid in no uncertain terms he damn well better back off if he didn't want his ugly face looking like a like a plate of spaghetti with extra sauce the kid better damn well listen to him! He warned him to leave the girls and small kids alone. The little ones had as much right to have a good time as he did without worrying whether he was gonna' cause `em grief. Several adults including Buck and Dan were watching. Buck was gonna' step in but Dan grabbed him. "Let's see how this plays out, Buck; my kid standing up to a bigger kid. I want to see how this goes." The bigger kid looked surprised at Gip's challenge but he could tell Gip wasn't backing down. He thought he was big enough to call Gip's bluff. "Yeah, and who's gonna' make me?" Waddie walked up behind the big kid and tapped him on the shoulder. The kid turned and his eyes got real big as he looked up at Waddie. The kid watched Waddie slowly push his cowboy hat back on his head. "Pardner,...you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life. My brother, here, will clean your fuck'n clock! He's a mean ass som' bitch and you don't even want to fuck with him. He'll kick your pansy ass so far up between you shoulder blades you'll have to stand on your head to take a shit! Then when he gets through with you,...I'll pick your Goddamn bones!" Waddie didn't yell at the kid. He spoke quietly and forcefully but there was no doubt in anyone's mind he meant every word. Waddie was half a foot taller than the kid, much more muscular, and out weighed him by almost fifteen pounds. The bully changed his mind real quick and didn't want to fuck with them especially if they were brothers. "Okay, I won't bother `em no more." The kid's dad came over and pulled him away telling him he told him not to pick on those little kids. He's lucky Gip and Waddie didn't kick his ass. "You don't know what you're messing with boy. Them ole boys is young cowboys. You fuck with `em they're gonna' stomp your butt. You be nice to `em; they'll be nice to you." Waddie stuck his hand out to Gip. Gip took it and pulled Waddie to him in a hug. "Thanks brother." "That's what a brother's for, Gip." The little kids came up and hugged Waddie and Gip as their heros. Jannie gave Waddie and Gip a big kiss. They both blushed and the crowd went, "awwww." Waddie spoke softly so the adults couldn't hear what he was saying, "Listen kids, we're all gonna' start school this fall together. If we stick together we ain't got nothing to be afraid of. If anyone of you gets picked on or pushed around by anybody you come get my brother Gip or me, we'll try to help. Understand?" "Yes Waddie. Thank you, Waddie. That makes us feel a lot better about going. We're all afraid." "No more'n I am, guys. How `bout you, Gip?" "Me too, guys. But listen to what my brother tells you; you get into trouble, you come to us. If'n we stick together nobody can harm us." They all thought that was a wonderful idea and once again crowded around Gip and Waddie to thank them. No kid there was afraid after that and Waddie and Gip encouraged them. "We love you, Gip. We love you, Waddie." "We love you, too, and we're glad y'all came. Now, let's have a good time." Of course the kids ran immediately to their parents and told them they weren't afraid of going to school any more, `cause Gip and Waddie promised to look after them if they got into trouble. After handling the bully with no fighting, Dan had to turn away he was laughing so hard he was crying at the same time. He wasn't alone. Buck had his arm draped over his shoulder and was laughing just as hard as tears ran down his face. "Son of a bitch!" Buck said laughing, "Glad you stopped me, Dan. Wouldn't of missed that for the world. Where the hell did Waddie hear that? He sure as hell didn't hear it from me. I think he made that up right on the spot. It damn sure would've put the fear of God in me! I'll tell you that!" Buck hooted and continued laughing. "Did you see the look on that damn kid's face when he turned and saw Waddie standing behind him? He didn't know whether to shit or go blind. If I live to be a hundred I'll never forget that look. I wonder if he shit his pants?" "Stop Dan! Goddamn it! Stop it!! I can't stop laughing now! Didn't I tell you tell ten months ago? Didn't I tell you? Those two were gonna' be unbelievable together? Everybody had cake and ice cream. Waddie had only had ice cream a couple of times in his life but this was different. It was homemade, hand cranked, fresh peach ice cream. They had vanilla too and strawberry. It was the best damn stuff he ever put in his mouth. The kid that was the bully apologized to Jannie Anderson then came up to Gip and Waddie and apologized. They shook his hand and told him to forget about it. Have some ice cream and cake. They told him what they told the other kid's applied to him as well. If he needed help `cause someone was pushing him around to come to them and between the three of `em they could see it doesn't happen again. He saw wisdom in that and never again picked on smaller kids. In fact he became one of the four boys that looked out for the smaller ones all the way through school. Dan and Buck never talked to the boys about that, they came to that decision on their own. Most of the folks had brought small gifts and Waddie and Gip opened them and graciously thanked the person who gave it to them. Waddie opened one gift from the Davenports that really made his eyes light up. A Gilbert Junior Chemistry Set. Waddie didn't have any idea what chemistry was but it looked awesome. He and Gip all ready knew how to read. Gip's parents taught him and the Claymore's taught Waddie. Then Waddie and Gip read to each other all their children's book and each one could read them back. By first grade they were reading pretty hard stuff. Waddie quietly showed it to Gip and they started giggling. Buck saw that exchange, looked at Dan, raised both eyebrows and looked to heaven. "Poor Willie." was all Buck said shaking his head in mock concern. Once again they had to turn away they were laughing so hard. Buck and Dan enjoyed each other's company and they found something funny about most every thing. After a day's non-stop work with Buck, Dan would complain to is wife, Jimmy Sue, his sides hurt. She told him he was working too hard. He told her it wasn't the work, it was that damn Buck. He'd never laughed with someone as much and as hard as with Buck. When all the gifts were opened, Waddie went out of his way to thank everyone that gave him a gift. Gip did too. He took his cue from his brother much to Dan's delight. He'd never seen Gip so social and mannerly. Waddie got up on one of the picnic tables. "Folks!! We really appreciate everyone being here today. My brother Gip and I wanna' thank you all for coming to our birthday party. We tried to thank everyone that gave us such nice gifts but if we forgot anyone or left anyone out, please come tell us so we can thank you properly. We do appreciate all ya'll's wonderful gifts. Thanks so much." Everyone applauded and Buck beamed at Waddie and gave him the thumbs up sign. They didn't miss thanking anyone. Dan knew he and Buck picked the right gifts for their boys. He and Buck went together to get the boy's special gifts. They walked down to the new barn and let two young colts out into the coral with their momma. They were identical twin colts. Waddie and Gip hadn't seen them before and ran to look. The other kids followed with most of the adults. Everyone was standing around the corral admiring the two young ponies. Everybody was going on over how pretty they were. They were pinto roping ponies with the exact same patterns on them. Gip and Waddie were talking to each other about how beautiful they were and bet they'd make great roping ponies. Dan and Buck walked up behind them and put their hands on the boy's shoulder. "What do you think of Buck and my new roping ponies, Son, Waddie?" "Damn fine looking ponies, Dad Dan. Y'all should be real proud of those. They sure are pretty. I hope to have one like `em some day." "Well, they're your's, boys. Happy birthday!" "No way!" said Gip to his dad. His dad smiled and shook his head, `yes.' "Holy shit!" was all Waddie could get out. "Awww, their just joshing with us, Gip." "I don't think they are, Waddie." "You'd believe me wouldn't you, Waddie?" Buck asked him. "You know it, Uncle Buck. That don't mean I don't believe Dad Dan, I just thought he might be kidding." "Their your's and Gip's. Your own roping ponies. Dad Dan was serious. So am I. Happy birthday, Son." Buck hugged Waddie and he hugged him back. Then Waddie ran to Dad Dan and just held him for the longest time, then he quietly thanked him. Dan had to swallow hard to choke the tears back. "Yep, they're a gift from me and your Uncle Buck. Your's too, Gip. You got Buck to thank for half of it." The boys were all over Dan and Buck. Kissing, hugging thanking them. They couldn't believe it. Then they hugged each other. All the kids were happy for them and came up and hugged them, too. Especially, Jannie. She thought Gip and Waddie were about the best looking young cowpokes she'd ever seen and they had rescued a damsel in distress. She spoke of how gentle and understanding Waddie tried to be, apologized for the bully and how sorry Waddie was he hurt her. Not to worry, his brother Gip and he would see to it that it didn't happen again.. All your grandparents, Momma Sue's parents, the Davenports, the Lovejoys, the Claymores, Quinton and his parents, Dr. Dyer and his wife, and Morgan went together to get you something special too. Morgan's working today so he couldn't be here but you can thank him later. Your presents are in the back of Buck's truck. The boys walked with Dan and Buck to his truck and Buck threw back the tarp. There were two identical junior saddles. Just the right size for the boys to learn to ride with. They were hand tooled and well made by a local saddle maker. Gip and Waddie didn't even look at the saddles they ran first to the Claymores `cause they were the nearest and thanked them, the Davenports were next, the Lovejoys and finally Gip's only set of grandparents on Jimmy Sue's side. They hit the Dyer's next and wouldn't have anything but a hug from both of them. Gip followed suit. They thanked them and thanked them. Then the two boys ran as fast as they could to Quinton who grabbed one up in each arm and they had their arms around his neck, hugging and kissing him. "Hey Gip!" Waddie looked at Gip and smiled a wicked smile while Quinton was holding them, "What'shu wanna' bet Quinton went in on this thing for the hugs and kisses?" "My momma didn't raise no dummy, Kid!" Quinton shot back, "Of course I did! Now, shut up and gimme' my money's worth!" The boys just roared with laughter at Quinton and gave him his money's worth and more. They got down and hugged and kissed his parents. They loved Quinton's parents. They grabbed Quinton's hand and dragged him back to Buck's pickup to inspect the saddles with them. Dan was so proud of the two boys for thanking all the folks first before they got involved with the saddles he could've burst with pride. Buck wasn't far behind him. When the boys came back they thanked Buck and Dan again. Buck had never felt such love in his life and Dan was in his element. All they had to do was look at each other and fall out laughing. They were in love with two boys. Two good boys they were proud to be a part of. Two separate lonely boys who came together to form a friendship that was bigger than both of them and touched everyone they knew. All the kids at the party remembered that party for years but they most remembered the love that flowed back and forth with ease between the two boys. Most grew up with them and never saw them angry with each other. It became an accepted fact where you found Waddie you'd find Gip and if you saw Gip you knew Waddie wasn't far behind. The boys kept their word. Anytime one of them got picked on if they went to Waddie and Gip, it never happened again. They stuck together. They were similar to the way Buck and Morgan had been except they did things their own way. They constantly had six to twelve kids running along behind them most of the time. Either at Gip's and sometimes at Morgan's with Waddie. They like to have driven Judy nuts. Waddie didn't give a shit. She deserved it, far as he was concerned. She did a lot worse to him. Buck and Dan were even more impressed by all the parents that came to them individually to thank them for inviting their little boy or girl to their party. They're not afraid to go to school now because of Gip and Waddie, in fact, they're looking forward to it. Then they told Buck and Dan what Gip and Waddie had told the kids. The two men couldn't stop slapping each other on the back they were so proud. They went around to all their family members and told them. Linda Sue and Jimmy Sue shed a tear or two. The boys insisted on carrying their own saddles to the tack room that Buck and Dan built off the new barn. It was really nice and could hold a lot of tack and saddles. It smelled wonderful of saddle soap and leather. Waddie and Gip would laugh for years. They both got boners every time they walked into Dad Dan's tack room. The day came to an end and Gip wanted Waddie to stay over but his Uncle Buck insisted he go with them he had one other small present for Waddie. Waddie was tired and almost went to sleep on the way back to his Uncle Buck's and Aunt Linda's. Waddie didn't ask where this special present was. Hell, he'd gotten enough for the day to last him thirty birthdays, he thought. They went into the house for a few minutes and his Uncle Buck hugged and kissed his aunt. Then she hugged and kissed Waddie and wished him a happy birthday. He kissed her back and told her he loved her. Then Uncle Buck was gonna' take him home to the Claymore's. They arrived at the Claymores and Waddie was quiet. For all the joy he experienced that day he hated to let go of his uncle again. Ma and Pa Claymore came and greeted them and again wished him a happy birthday. Waddie thanked them again for their wonderful present. Buck grabbed him and carried him up stairs. "Woah, Cowboy! I could swear you were considerably lighter ten months ago. Another six months and Uncle Buck ain't gonna' be picking you up no more. You're getting big, Son." "Guess I didn't appreciate it as much as I do now, Uncle Buck. Makes me feel special when you pick me up and carry me. Better get it in while you can. Six more months ought a' do it." Buck laughed remembering Waddie's first night in the house with him picking him up like this and carrying him upstairs. "Tired, Buckaroo?" asked Buck. "A little, Uncle Buck." Waddie answered resigned to losing his uncle one more time. "You haven't ask me about my present." "Aww, Uncle Buck, I don't need no more presents. You're enough for me, just having you here for a little bit, talking to you is all I need. I'm grateful for that." "Well, it really isn't a present it's more like a personal gift." "Okay, but I got enough stuff today. Don't need no more stuff." "If you could have anything you wanted tonight, what would it be?" "Another you to sleep with me and hold me." "Miss me that bad, Cowboy?" "Powerful bad, Uncle Buck." Waddie leaned against his uncle and Buck put his arm around him. "What if you could have the real thing tonight?" "That'ud be the best birthday present I got all day. I'd trade that pony and saddle for that, Uncle Buck." Buck wasn't counting on that response and almost lost it. "We'll that's your gift for tonight, Cowboy. I'm gonna' stay the night with you. It was your Aunt Linda's idea. She thought her two men needed a night together." Waddie jumped up and grabbed Buck around the neck and started crying. "I try so hard to not be selfish Uncle Buck but I miss you so damn much. I love Gip and Dad Dan but they ain't my Uncle Buck. I know I'm with you and Aunt Linda most every day and it's selfish of me to want more but something in me can't help it. I don't know what it is. Whatever it is, I can't seem to turn it off. I'm so happy you're gonna' stay the night Uncle Buck. I love you so much." "No more'n I love you, Cowboy. I've missed you, too. I lay awake at night, tossing and turning, feeling empty `cause I don't have my little buddy in my arms and your Aunt Linda will tell me she knows I'm hurting for my buddy. Why don't you come over there and live with us? We got a couple of extra bedrooms and we could fix one up for you. I couldn't sleep with you every night but we'd be closer to each other. We'd be living together. I wouldn't have to take you home every evening." "You sure I wouldn't be in the way?" "You're never in the way, Little Man. You're the center of our lives, Waddie. Your aunt and I came back from our honeymoon three days early `cause we missed you. We'd love to have you. We've wondered why you haven't ask before now. We hoped you might wanna' come live with us." "I didn't know I was suppose to ask, Uncle Buck. Hell, I'm only six years old. I don't know what I'm suppose to do. Do you have any idea how scared I was today? I was so afraid I'd do something wrong to make you, Aunt Linda Sue, Dad Dan and Momma Sue and most of all my buddy ashamed of me." "You didn't. We were very proud of you. Dan thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread. You did all the leading today and Gip followed. He was smart enough to trust his buddy's instincts and you couldn't of made Dan and me more proud. But, you're right, Cowboy. Honestly, sometimes the way you think and the ideas you come up with are pretty damn good. Who was it got the idea in their head for me to run for sheriff? Weren't no grown up. I forget sometimes that you're only six years old. I talk to you like you're one of my buddies. When you're with me you're just my buddy. You don't have an age. I forget, Cowboy. That's my fault and I apologize. I'm sorry. We should have done the asking but I'm doing it now. You don't have to make up your mind right away. Think about it. Let's sleep on it tonight. Then whatever you decide, I'll go along with but I want you to know this, if'n you do decided to come live with us you'd make one old buckaroo awful damn happy. I know a pretty lady you'd make very happy, too. Your Aunt Linda has bugged me for two weeks to ask you why you don't want to come stay with us. Dumb me! I was waiting for it to be your idea like I told you to do with Gip. Now I realize that's altogether different than asking someone to come live with you. That don't take no warming up to. Reaching down between another man's legs and grabbing a big old handful,... well, that's another thing. Let's shower and get ready for bed and your Uncle Buck ain't gonna' let loose of you all night." They showered together but Buck couldn't get the spirit out of Waddie he had before. He was more quiet, serious and didn't care to joke too much. The couple of wise cracks Buck made to test the water fell flat. Buck had seen this before but not for a long time. He was afraid Waddie was starting to give up again. He couldn't get him to talk about anything. For a kid who had just gotten a roping pony and a brand new saddle he seemed awfully low. But Buck realized that `things' didn't mean as much to Waddie as they did other folks. Waddie invested in people and Buck was afraid he was beginning to feel short changed. He kept telling Buck he was fine. He was just tired; he'd be okay in the morning. Not to be upset, he was glad Buck was there. More than glad! He was thrilled Buck was there. They got into bed, Buck pulled Waddie close and held him. Waddie didn't reach up to kiss Buck like he usually did and Buck didn't know what to do. He was about to panic when Waddie spoke. "It's good to feel you next to me again, Uncle Buck. This is the best present of all." "Well, then, is there a possibility I could get a kiss from my cowboy?" "Sure, Uncle Buck, I'm sorry. I was thinking about other things, I guess." Waddie reached up and kissed his uncle gently and once again melted with the gentleness of the big man's kiss." "Happy birthday, Buckaroo. Seems like the world is weighing heavy on your heart tonight, Cowboy," Buck said softly as he stole another kiss from Waddie, "Don't shut me out, Darlin,' you're breaking your old uncle's heart. I thought we could tell each other anything? What's bothering you, Sweet baby?" "Oh, I don't know, Uncle Buck, I guess I just began to see life today as one big `takeaway.' I should be really happy but it's hard for me to look at getting things the way other kids do. Gip is thrilled but I look at them as just something else to be taken away from me. Just when I think it's okay to feel safe I get something I love taken away and I wonder why Mr. Urial didn't tell me about that part of life. I don't think I would've come back, Uncle Buck, if I knew how hard that part was gonna' be." "You mean you feel I've being taken away from you?" "Think about it, Uncle Buck. Going from laying next to your every night for ten months like this, knowing if I woke up in the night I could feel you close to me. I'd feel safe, secure and loved. Something I ain't never had before in my life `til you came along. To go from that to sleeping by myself again was harder than I thought it would be. But it's not your fault. It's just the way life is! I lost all trust before and I'm almost to the point I don't wanna' trust anything or anyone anymore because of how life is. I know that ain't really fair to you `cause all our lives change and go on but those things seem harder for me than they do other folks and I don't understand why. You're older and know about these things. It's like everyone else in the pool knows how to swim and I don't. It just seems like life is one disappointment after another. I thought that was all behind me when I decided to come back. If I come over there and live with you and Aunt Linda the both of you are gonna' be taken away from me in September when I have to go back to that hell hole of Morgan's." "You don't have to. He said he wouldn't force you. He'd let you live with Linda and I." "You don't understand, Uncle Buck. I have to go back to Morgan's. I don't have a choice, Mr. Urial said I had to go back. He came and appeared to Gip and me the night you and Aunt Linda left on your honeymoon. Like ta' scared the shit out a' Gip." "What did he tell you this time?" "He wanted to meet Gip and tell me God said it was all right to share with Gip some of the things he told me was gonna' happen. He told Gip some things too." "Is there something about you I don't know, Waddie?" "Yes Sir." Waddie said softly. "And,...you can't tell me?" "No Sir." "But now Gip knows?" "Yes Sir. Don't ask me no more questions, Uncle Buck. You no I won't lie to you and I don't want to refuse to answer you because that ain't right either. "Then I get the idea that you have to live according to the way you were suppose to live if you didn't know what you know?" "Yes Sir." Waddie surprised Buck by answering that question. "Then why did Urial tell you in the first place? Seems to me that was a lot to ask of a five or six year old boy." "He knew I wouldn't come back if he didn't. His Boss told him to tell me. I thought I was trapped at Morgan's for the rest of my life and, right now, I'd choose to go back to God if I had no hope of escaping those son's of bitches. It was part of the agreement if I came back. It's something I wanted to live for. Gip was a big part of that and his parents, too. I guess I'm just feeling down because I feel like I did when I saw the only way out of that closet at Morgan's was to die and now I'm asking myself if it's all really worth it? I still have to go through a bunch more beatings from Morgan for shit I didn't do. The thing that hurts the worst is he's never doubted those three son of bitches he has living in that house." "Waddie, you shouldn't say something like that about your ma." "Do you really think a mother would throw out all her kids clothes and toys when he was recovering in the hospital. You look at me and tell me from the honesty of your heart, Uncle Buck, does she deserve my respect as a mother? Has it ever occurred to you that she just may not- Oh, never mind." Buck just hung his head. He knew the kid was right. Buck tried to figured out what the rest of Waddie's sentence and wondered why he didn't finish. "Okay, that's a prime example of why I don't think of you as a six year old. You've thought this whole thing out and you make more sense than most adults. Have to be honest, though, sometimes I think you're fudging with a little divine guidance. I agree Judy doesn't deserve your respect but, Waddie, don't push me out. Other than Gip, I'm your best buddy. I'm your God father for cries sake! You know you can share anything with me and it won't go no further. I'll never put you down for talking to me about anything. Might tell you I don't agree with something and you better seriously re-think it for your own good. Even then I won't tell you what to do nor beat you when you make a small mistake. I know it can't be like before but maybe if you came and lived the rest of the summer with Linda Sue and I it would help. You have to know we both love you, Sweet baby." "I know, Uncle Buck, but if a man ain't never tasted ice cream he won't miss it if he never had it, right?" "Right." "Well,... if I don't get use to living with you and Aunt Linda then it won't be hard for me to give up to go back to Morgan's." "Okay, I understand, that makes sense. Don't you love your dad, anymore." "You know I do, Uncle Buck, but he's going to kill my love for him over time. Just something else I'll have taken away from me." "Would it help if I came over and spent one night a week with you?" "It would and it wouldn't, Uncle Buck." "Lemme' see if I can get this one. You'd love to have me come stay one night a week but it's only gonna' be tougher when you go back to Morgan's. "You know, I tell folks my Uncle Buck's a smart man." It was the first giggle Buck had gotten out of Waddie all evening. He saw hope. "So, you'd rather gut it out without me, huh, Cowboy?" "Oh hell, no, Uncle Buck! I'm weak! You ain't dealing with a six year old hero here. I'll take what I can get. Getting a little of you is better than none at all and you can tell Aunt Linda it's only for a little while. Until the first of September. I'd be grateful to you and Aunt Linda for one night a week. Gimme' something to look forward to. I ain't trying to come in between you and Aunt Linda and I'll be happy to tell you why." "Why, Cowboy?" "I come to realize what you told me at the wedding was true." "What's `at?" "I always did love her more'n you." Buck walked right into that one with his guard down. He didn't see it coming. The kid was getting good! Then Waddie really did start to giggle. He didn't get one by his uncle too often but when he did, they were lethal and he felt he had the right to enjoy it. His uncle tickled him and made him giggle more. They wrestled around the big bed and Waddie finally hollered `calf rope' for Buck to stop. He settled down and looked at his uncle. It was a look of the purest love Buck had ever seen on a human face in his life and it shook him to his foundation. The thought crossed his mind, `God and Morgan forgive me! I want this child for my own.' Buck did something he'd never done before with Waddie. They were looking at each other in the moonlight, he slowly leaned down and kissed Waddie on the mouth; not with a goodnight kiss they usually gave each other but the kiss of a man deeply in love with another. Waddie didn't push him away, nor feel the least bashful about receiving this new kiss from his uncle. He knew where it was coming from and he responded just enough to let Buck know it was all right with him, he understood. He was comfortable with it and Buck was welcome. Buck took Waddie in his huge arms and cradled him continuing the kiss. It was what Waddie needed at that moment and Buck sensed it. He needed Buck's deep love reaffirmed and poured into him. Before he had received it in bulk. Now he understood he would receive it in quality moments, but it would be different. It would be like the difference in regular gas and premium. For ten months his engine had been running on regular now his uncle was pouring into him premium. It was considerably more powerful in it's get up and go. It surely must have been leaded `cause it made both their dicks rock hard. Buck continued to make love to Waddie with all the passion of a lover but without the touching and other foreplay. It wasn't a prelude to sex and Waddie knew it. Buck never intended it to be more than what it was and Waddie had no misunderstanding about it. Buck stopped and took his hand to push away the hair on Waddie's forehead and looked at him. "Thanks, Uncle Buck. That helped heaps. Don't worry none, you've got your sweet baby back again. And yes, if Aunt Linda could give you up one night a week `til the first of September I would love it. Now, let's get some sleep. We gotta' go out there and help them clean up tomorrow." They lay down in their usual position with Waddie's backside pulled up tight to Bucks front. Buck's old dick was still stiff as a board. Waddie reached around behind him and shoved it between his little legs and closed his legs around it to keep it warm. It still stuck out in front of Waddie a good six inches. It was exactly the same length sticking through his legs as his was hard. The heads came right together and Waddie's rested on top of Buck's. "Thank you, Sweet baby, that'll keep that old thing warm all night. Probably keep it hard all night, too." He added then they both giggled. Waddie turned his head up and they exchanged their usual gentle, loving, nightly kiss. But it was different that night. They both felt it and knew it. Waddie had reached a new plateau in his development. He learned he could count on those he loved but he had to stand on his own two feet. He couldn't always depend on Uncle Buck to be there every time his nose needed wiping. He knew he had to let his uncle go and he was ready but Buck had saved the day by letting him know he would never desert him. Waddie realized he had to let his uncle go so his uncle could become his dad. "Dad Dan and I was so proud of you and Gip. All those families came and told us what you and Gip told those kids. That was really special and I know you meant it. You know what it's like to live with fear and you don't want them to have to. It's like I told you before, when you start thinking about other folks instead of yourself then you know you're growing up. You're growing up fast, Cowboy. I love you." "I love you too, Dad." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next morning things looked a little brighter for Waddie and he felt wonderful. His uncle was very attentive to him to see what kind of mood he was in. Waddie knew it and played with Buck. "Quit looking at me like I'm a member of the lollipop guild." Buck laughed. He never knew what was coming out of that mouth. "I'm better this morning. After a night sleeping with my buddy I'm ready to leap buildings with a single bound. I was tired last night and you being here got me feeling sorry for myself and I apologize. I won't deny when I'm tired or down I don't think of those things but I try hard not too. If I was to be real honest with you I guess I was hurt `cause you and Aunt Linda didn't ask me to stay with you. I don't know no better and I want to try to push people away that I feel hurt me whether it's real or I imagined it. Does that make any sense to you, Uncle Buck?" "Makes a hell of a lot of sense and you're not alone, Cowboy. I do the same damn thing. I try hard not to but I'll get my feelings hurt about something and I have a tendency to want to cut that person out or punish them by not responding to them like I usually do. Look, Waddie, don't be so damn hard on yourself. This wasn't your fault. I accept full responsibility for not asking you to stay with us before now. I thought I'd give you the choice but now I think, `how stupid can I be'? If you don't give the kid a choice to begin with, he doesn't have a choice to make.' I didn't give you a choice I just waited to see if you'd ask to come stay with us. I should have known better, Baby, `cause I'm an adult and suppose to know about these things. But, Waddie, when it comes to matters of the heart, you got this old boy beat by a country mile. You have a direct line on how the heart's suppose to work and you want to know why when it doesn't. That's only one of the reasons I love you." "Is the offer still open, Uncle Buck?" "Of course it is, you know it is. Linda Sue would be all over you if you decided to stay the rest of the summer with us and I couldn't be happier." "Well, it doesn't make sense taking you away from Aunt Linda one night a week when I could have the both of you in the same house with me. If you don't think I'd be in the way, I'd love to." "Great! I'll tell mom to pack your things and later today you can pick out your room and we'll get it set up for you." Buck hugged Waddie, "Uncle's make mistakes, too, Darlin.' I'm just glad you're a forgiving little cuss and can try to overlook my stupidity." "It'll be a stretch, Uncle Buck, but I think I can do it." Waddie giggled and Buck tickled him to get him really going. Waddie looked at him again with the same love he had the night before, "Maybe your uncle makes mistakes, mine damn sure don't, and the last thing my uncle is, is stupid. I got me the smartest, best looking, Goddamn uncle in the state of Texas; bar none!" "Gimme' a kiss, buddy. We'll seal this deal!" He didn't have to beg his nephew. It was as good or better kiss than the night before. They broke apart and held each other for the longest time. "That makes it a lot better, Uncle Buck. You're a great deal sealer. You can seal any deal I make, pardner. I love you, Uncle Buck." "You gotta' know I love you, Cowboy, with all my heart." "I do, but I think too much for my own damn good. I build up things in my mind that maybe don't exist and end up hurting myself. I haven't had a lot of experience loving and being loved, Uncle Buck, I'm a' shoot'n from the hip, pardner." "You got a pretty deadly aim, pardner. You got me and your Aunt Linda right through the heart." Buck pretended he'd been shot and fell over on the bed. Waddie giggled with glee at his uncle's silliness. "I don't know what you did to Aunt Agatha but I think you unloaded both barrels on her. Damn, that woman fell for you, big time. We got a bus ticket in the mail for you for the last week in July, if you still want to go." "I do, Uncle Buck. Maybe Aunt Agatha can help me with some or these things; help me understand better." "Somehow, Cowboy, I have no doubt that lady could. Do you good to get away and take a trip by yourself. You're old enough to make the trip by yourself." "I think I'd like that, Uncle Buck." "Come'mon, Cowboy. Let's pick up Aunt Linda, head `em up an move `em out to the ranch to report for clean up duty. We can get a good look at your new pony, too." Buck told Ma Claymore they'd be back for Waddie's things later that day. Could she pack a few things and they'd pick up the rest as she had time to get them together. Waddie was coming to stay with his uncle and aunt. Ma Claymore shed a tear as she hugged, Waddie. "Oh Lord, Son. I'm gonna' miss you but I know I'll see you again. I'm so happy for you." "Don't cry Ma Claymore. I love you and Pa Claymore more'n anything. It was Uncle Buck! He said he'd put me over his knee if'n I didn't come stay with them." Ma Claymore laughed, she knew better. "That's right, Cowboy. Make me the heavy. Truth is Ma I got down on my knees and begged him to come stay with us. He told me he was happy right here with Ma and Pa Claymore." "That's right, Ma Claymore." "Oh, you two...." Ma Claymore wave her apron at her two boys, "get on with ya' and say `hello' to Linda Sue for me." "We will Ma. Love ya'" Buck allowed as he kissed her on the cheek. "You boys have fun, now, ya' hear." "Will will Ma. See ya' later, Sweet heart" Buck waved as they went out the door. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * That day was more like a birthday to Waddie. Gip told him the same thing. They even got to eat more ice cream and cake. It didn't take them any time to clean up from the party and then the boys got to inspect the colts closely. Dad Dan said they should be gelded soon `cause geldings make smarter and more gentle roping ponies. Most times they don't grow so large either. Gip and Waddie inspected the ponies closely and couldn't find anything different on them. They were to choose which one they wanted but there had to be a distinguishing mark to tell them apart. On one of them's hind quarter the brown patch went up more to a point than the other. It was rounded off on the other. They all could see it and tell the difference. That was the only thing and it wasn't that noticeable unless you really looked and studied them like the boys did. Now they could tell them apart instantly. Waddie let Gip choose the one he wanted. Gip didn't like that idea. He wanted Buck to flip a quarter. If it was heads he took the pointed one if it was tails he took the rounded one and Waddie took the other. Waddie like that and agreed. Buck flipped a quarter and it was heads. Gip took the pointed patch. Waddie was just as happy to have the other. He kinda like it better anyway. It seemed to like him best and he was beginning to communicate with it mentally. "What are you gonna' name `em. Thought about that?" Dan asked. "Yes Sir. Let me talk to my brother for a minute, Dad." Gip replied. Gip put his arm around Waddie with his hand resting lightly on his shoulder as the two boys walked away from the men. Buck smiled real big at Dan and he just shook his head. They both chuckled at the boys in conference. They knew something unusual but right would coming out of this meeting of the minds. They could barely stand the suspense. "You thought of any names, Buddy?" Gip asked Waddie. "I thought about it but I couldn't come up with much of anything. I did think about the "Wizard of Oz" and calling `em `Scarecrow and Tin Man.' "I like that, Waddie. All I came up with was two Indian Chief names, `Geronimo and Cochise.' "Oh fuck! I like that a hell of a lot better'n what I came up with. That's it! Which name do you want little brother?" "Buck's quarter?" They shook hands and headed back to Buck and Dan "Heads you get Geronimo, tails you get Cochise." Gip whispered to Waddie. He agreed. "Flip your quarter Uncle Buck, please." asked Gip. It came up heads. "Waddie's is `Geronimo' and mine's `Chochise.'" Gip announced to the two men. Dan looked at Buck and both their mouths dropped open, then they congratulated the two boys on their choice of names. The men like those names a lot. "Don't think I could've come up with better, you Buck?" "Perfect names for `em. Two great Chiefs. No, I wouldn't have thought of that." Dan said they could start walking them getting them use to bridle and bit but he didn't want them saddled until after they were gelded. That was fine with the boys. They wanted to really get to know the ponies before they even attempted to saddle them. They walked those ponies by the hour. They even started getting them to come to them by calling their name. Waddie used a little whistle he could make and taught Gip how to do it. They could make them come by their individual whistles. And they spoiled them rotten. Every time they went out there they'd hide and apple of carrot on them and those ponies would pester the shit out of them until they found their treat. Once in a while one of the boys would have teeth marks on his butt `cause he couldn't get the apple out of his back pocket fast enough and the pony took pocket and all. Dan asked Waddie if he wanted to keep his pony at Morgan's with Buck's. Waddie asked Dad Dan if he could leave it with them. Dan was happy to keep his colt but wanted to give him the option. Waddie felt if they were going to be a team they shouldn't be broken up. Dan agreed. That wasn't the only reason and Gip and the two men knew Waddie's fears. He knew Willie wouldn't harm Buck's ponies because he probably would be skinned alive if he did. Buck was a good man but he did have a reputation around town of being his own justice. It was just easier and much safer to be Buck's friend. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Buck and Linda Sue fixed up the largest room upstairs that had its own bath with a shower stall. It was unusual to find such modern conveniences in an old farm house but who ever lived there before put some money in the bathrooms. It truly was a luxury in an older home. Waddie was thrilled. Buck and Linda Sue couldn't have been happier to have him there. He tried to stay out of their way as much as possible and give them their space. He stayed in his room and read or played with some of the games he got for his birthday. Linda Sue or Buck usually had to get him to be with them in the evening. He was finding it hard to work them into his schedule. Waddie was either going to the Justins to work with his pony or Gip and he were together. He stayed a lot with the Justins and he and Gip would walk over to Morgan's barn and take care of Buck's ponies when Morgan was on his train runs. He and Gip were becoming closer. Gip idolized Waddie and Waddie worked hard to be the brother and buddy Gip needed. He didn't have to work too hard. Loving Gip came so easy for him he would become anything Gip wanted him to be. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The last week in July came and he boarded a bus to go to Dallas to visit Aunt Agatha. It was a long trip but he looked at a magazine he brought along and looked at the scenery. He decided to take a nap and was still asleep when the bus pulled into the Dallas station. When he didn't get off the bus Aunt Agatha asked the driver if he had pickup a young boy traveling by himself. "Yes Ma'am, didn't he get off?" "No sir. Would you check for me, please?" The driver walked back and found him sound asleep. "Wake up, young man, were in Dallas." Waddie woke up and rubbed his eyes and got off the bus into Aunt Agatha's waiting arms. He apologized for being asleep and she thought that was amusing. Aunt Agatha was so glad to see him and her daughter Zelma drove him and Aunt Agatha to her home. They had the guest bedroom all ready for him and Aunt Agatha unpacked his small bag and put his things away. Aunt Agatha was alone with him in his room and she sat on his bed to talk to him briefly. "I'm so glad you came, Waddie. Let me tell you about my daughters. We will have dinner with them tonight. They're cooking for us tonight a special welcome dinner for you. They know nothing. I didn't know how much you wanted me to share with anyone so I haven't shared anything with anyone. They just know that you're Mr. Claymore's God son. I know you will be guarded with them and I advise you to be careful. While they appear to be gracious and charming they pick up on the slightest thing. They've been after me all month why I wanted you to visit and I've told them I find you a bright, intelligent, well mannered and a charming young man. Which I do, Waddie, so I haven't lied to them. They just don't know what you and I know and they don't need to. I have no fears, I know you'll do fine and have them eating out of your hand before the evenings over. Then you and I can chat for a while. In the meantime we have a few minutes. Tell me how you've been?" "Good Aunt Agatha. Better now that I'm living with Uncle Buck and Aunt Linda." "That's good, Waddie . . . that's good that you refer to them as uncle and aunt. It won't help the girls any." Then she giggled like a school girl and she was so joyful Waddie had to laugh with her. "I've been busy with my brother and his family. I spend a lot of time with them and I try to give Uncle Buck and Aunt Linda their space and privacy. I don't want to get in the way or become a nuisance to them." "I doubt seriously you would ever become a nuisance to them, child. I watched your uncle pick you up in the wedding to make a special effort to show you love to make you feel included. I also saw the look in my niece's eyes when you spoke to her and there was nothing but love. I think they both adore you. Linda Sue goes on and on about you. One day she ask me about the coincidence of your birthday being the same as her baby's. I assured her it was just that. Only a coincidence and it occurred to me as well. I told her I wasn't positive but I believe Mr. Lovejoy said Waddie was born in Waco where his wife has relatives. I didn't lie because I told her I wasn't positive." They both laughed at her deception. "I appreciate that Aunt Agatha. I was concerned she might become suspicious but I think she's sort of given up hope of ever seeing her boy again. I think it would never occur to her, she was holding him in her arms. I don't look anything like my dad Lovejoy but people tell me I look a lot like my Uncle Buck. In fact a lot of people in town call me Buck Jr." There came a quiet knock at the door. "Yes?" Aunt Agatha asked. The door slowly opened just a bit and Clara spoke to them. "We have dinner ready, Mother." "Fine. Thank you, Clara, we'll be along in a minute. Well, Waddie, I'll leave you to wash up for dinner. The bath is right there and you'll find towels laid out for you. Give Aunt Agatha a hug and a kiss. I'm so glad you're here, my love, we'll talk more after dinner. I have a feeling you have some things to ask me." "I sure do, Aunt Agatha, and I've been looking forward to visiting with you to ask your guidance in some things. My angel confirmed that he had indeed sent you to me. I'll tell you all about that." Waddie hugged and kissed his Aunt and she left. He washed his face and hands real well and went in to join them for dinner. They had a wonderful dinner and he politely answered all the sister's questions with no free giveaways. He mainly talked about his and his brother's birthday party and the wonderful gifts his brother's dad, Dad Dan, and his Uncle Buck gave them; the two roping ponies and the junior saddles. Waddie went on and on about training the ponies and Aunt Agatha was quite enchanted with his knowledge of horses and the influence of Gip's dad and Buck on the boy. The sisters only saw it as boring cowboy talk about animals and tuned out most of it. Aunt Agatha thought it was funny and would ask him intelligent question about his interest in roping. After dessert, Waddie graciously thanked both the ladies for an especially wonderful meal and he hadn't eaten better prepared food anywhere. It was very good. Aunt Agatha beamed at him. She knew exactly what he was doing and was proud of him. The two women melted under his charms and were all aglow. He gave each a hug in thanks. That did it! Now they knew exactly why their mother had the boy visit. He's a delight. She was quite right. They will have a great time together and they did! After dinner, Aunt Agatha invited Waddie into her parlor and sewing room. The girls had left her a little pot of tea. The sisters said their goodnights and left them alone. Aunt Agatha drank a bit of her tea and reached under her sewing cabinet and pulled out two small glasses on small stems and a dark, square bottle. She poured two small glasses of a deep red colored liquid and handed Waddie one. She told him to wait before he tried it. "This is our secret. The girls don't know I have this. I make it about twice a year. It's my grandmother's recipe for cherry cordial. You are not to tell anyone you had this with me. It has a bit of alcohol in it but a small amount won't hurt you and will make you have the most peaceful sleep. Sip it slowly to enjoy it." She clicked his small glass in toast and Waddie took a sip. It was sweet and delicious but it had an after burn that made him warm as it went down his throat. He sat his aside and told her it was wonderful and thanked her for sharing her secret and the cordial. She smiled. Waddie told her about Mr. Urial's visit to him and Gip the night of his uncle's and aunt's wedding to confirm that Aunt Agatha had indeed been sent to help him. The angel wanted to meet his brother Gip and because Gip was willing to understand why Waddie couldn't tell him about what Aunt Agatha knew about his birthmark, God told the angel to give him permission to tell Gip so he would have a close friend at home to help him. Aunt Agatha was agog. She knew he was telling her the truth especially when he said the angel told Gip, since he would know what Aunt Agatha all ready knew he could come with Waddie to visit if his parents would allow him to. Gip asked his parents and they felt next time maybe but that Waddie should have his first visit alone with his aunt. "They are wise and good people, Waddie, I could tell by their son. He has a good heart and a strong soul. You couldn't have a finer young man for a friend and brother." "I'm glad I have this opportunity to be alone with you because there are some things that Gip doesn't know and maybe doesn't need to know that I need to share with you. Things you would understand and give me advise." "I don't make it a habit of giving advise. I usually discuss options a person might have and expect them to choose the best option for themselves. I have no doubt you will choose the right options for you. What sort of thing do you have to share with me, Dear." "One isn't nice Aunt Agatha and you're going to be disappointed when I tell you. Perhaps, even cry but it's all right, I'll understand." Agatha looked at her great nephew with great love in her eyes at his innocent compassion for her. "What could be so bad, Child?" "Aunt Linda won't be able to have any more children." "Oh Lord in heaven! Dear God! You're so right, my Dear," Aunt Agatha spoke as she wiped a tear away, " that is devastating news and it will be so painful to her but eventually she'll have you. Do you think this is God's punishment for going against her husband's wishes? Has anything been said, Waddie?" "No Ma'am. But I get the feeling that God wants all her devotion and Uncle Buck's as well to be given to me and my brother. It also has something to do with them playing a larger role in the community as understanding people who wanted something out of life and was only got it as a miracle. I didn't ask for that Aunt Agatha." Waddie looked down. "Of course you didn't, Dear, I know you didn't! It's not your fault. We may never know the reason but it's not ours to question." "I'd love to have a little brother or sister but in a way, I will have anyway." "You mean with your brother?" "No Ma'am. My dad Morgan Lovejoy's wife who hates me will have two children my tenth and eleventh year, a boy and a girl, and they can't be by my dad because he can't have children." "Oh my Lord, Child, does it get any worse?" "Yes Ma'am." "Don't tell me anymore for right now. We have lots of time to go into other things but lets take a couple at a time and discuss how you feel and what you anticipate will happen." Aunt Agatha and Waddie talked for several hours. Waddie made sure he only sipped a tiny bit of the cherry cordial at a time. It had it's desired effect he could barely hold his eyes open. Aunt Agatha took him to his bedroom and asked him it he needed help getting into bed. Waddie was so loose he decided it might be a pretty good idea. He had no inhibitions and Aunt Agatha seemed to revel in taking care of him. The little boy in him secretly enjoyed Aunt Agatha's attention. He even showed Aunt Agatha his cowboy boot birthmark. She was impressed that it really did look just like a cowboy boot. When Aunt Agatha got a look at his not so little pee-pee she chuckled. "According to my niece and certain intimate details she's shared with me about her husband, I'd say you are definitely your father's son, young man." They giggled together. Aunt Agatha tucked him in and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Sleep well, Dear. I'm so glad you came. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." "Goodnight, Aunt Agatha." She had each day scheduled with entertainment and it was always different. The next to last day she surprised Waddie. Told him to put on his cowboy clothes they were going someplace special. Matronly Aunt Agatha took her nephew, with her two bored daughters, to the Ft. Worth Rodeo and stock show. Waddie explained a lot of things to Aunt Agatha and helped make her taking him all the more enjoyable for her. "Am I going to come to this rodeo someday and see you and your brother walk away with the prize, young man?" "If God has it in mind for us to do, I sure would like to, Aunt Agatha, and with you to pray for me we've almost won all ready." That got Waddie and extra hug and a kiss. It was all the thanks Aunt Agatha needed for taking him to the rodeo. He spent a wonderful week with Aunt Agatha and talked through many things. She didn't tell him what to do. She discussed every possibility with him and left him with a number of options for each situation. Agatha became so enamored of Waddie she did something she only allowed one other child in her life to do. She told Waddie it would please here very much if he wished to call her Auntie Boo. Waddie returned home with much to tell of the fun and good times with his aunt. He was careful not to use the pet name he'd graciously been allowed to call Agatha around his Aunt Linda Sue. She had many question and ask how he liked her Auntie Boo. Buck , Linda Sue, Dad Dan, and Momma Sue marveled at his maturity after his visit with Aunt Agatha. It was like Waddie had been transformed. Buck had his little buddy back again and Waddie began to pour his love back into the six people he loved most in his world. Buck, Linda Sue, Gip, Dad Dan, Momma Sue and Morgan; oh, yes, and Quinton too. He knew that no matter what happened he had a rock out there that he could call collect and talk with anytime he pleased. He didn't call often but when he did, his Auntie Boo was overjoyed to hear from him. God had sent him a beacon in the night, a rock to tether his heart and soul to, a close friend and confidant, his Auntie Boo. He didn't tell anyone, except Gip, Agatha gave him permission to tell only him, about the small glass of cherry cordial she allowed him every evening after dinner. He loved it and thought it was like a secret club initiation right. It bonded the two of them in a personal troth of friendship. It also made Waddie have some of the nastiest dreams about his brother and Quinton. One evening he shared with Gip what he dreamed that they did to poor Quinton and Gip had to jack off twice while he told him his dream again. Waddie let his brother jack him off as he told it one last time. Gip remembered that dream for years. He made Waddie tell it to him many times as they jacked each other off. He begged Waddie for them to do to Quinton what he dreamed. Waddie loved and respected Quinton but there came a day that Quinton stepped over the line and the boys snapped. Gip finally got to realize Waddie's dream but it was not for ten years after the dream. It happened as a spontaneous thing that was not planned. It was a gut reaction to Quinton crossing the line of the boy's patience. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * WADDIE'S DREAM (Let your mind skip ahead to 1957 for this anecdote. The year of the classic finned Chevy Belaire. The story will return to the 1940's beginning the next chapter. Don't worry, you'll be reminded) The boys were sophomores in high school. They had won every damn thing there was to win in the junior rodeo competitions and they were so good they wouldn't let them compete anymore. So they were having to ride with the big guns. Uncle Quinton had become their roping coach. He drilled those boys by the hour. Day after day after day until they had major saddle sores on their butts that really hurt. "Goddamn it! If you two want to be the best you got to practice `til you get it right. I don't want to hear about your damn saddle sores! Real cowboys wouldn't complain about a little ole saddle sore. They'd be out there, rain or shine, round'n up them dogies. Now, let's do it again. Let's do it right this time. You! Gip! Trust your pony, he's got more savvy `bout them cows than you or Waddie ever will. Waddie! You! Don't crowd your brother when make your catch, it only makes it harder on him to make his catch." Despite Quinton's put downs, Waddie and Gip had indeed become buckaroos by that time. They were long suffering, without complaining and took and took Quinton's harassing and haranguing stoically. Quinton love them and if they wanted to be first place, then, by God, he was going to push them until they were. He was the cowboy world's answer to a `stage door mother.' But pushy times ten! Buck and Dan both tried to warn him. "We know those boys, Quinton! They'll take and take but there comes a time when they won't take anymore. If you ever see Waddie turn to his brother and he looks like he's trying to suck something out of his teeth,...run-for- your-Goddamn life!! That's their signal to each other, "Get him!" and brother you don't even want to be `gotten' by those two. They won't hurt you but they'll sure as hell put you to the test. "Aww, they're good boys. They tell me how much they appreciate me pushing `em. They love me. They wouldn't do nothing to me." Quinton boasted. Buck slapped his leg and he and Dan were holding each other laughing at Quinton. "Quinton, you son of a bitch, we're trying to warn you. You're pushing those boys too damn hard! You're my deputy and I want you at work come Monday morning." Buck told him still laughing, "We've seen `em in action and take it from me I wouldn't push `em so hard if I were you. You better listen to Dan and me. You got `em right on the breaking point. We know our boys! We've watched it happen to a lot bigger men than you." Buck added still laughing his ass off knowing what was going to happen. Quinton wasn't going to listen to them. They might as we'll be pissing in the wind. Buck just looked at Dan and shrugged his shoulders. "He'll learn the hard way." Dan said still laughing. "Hope we're around `cause they never plan it, it just snaps in `em. I've seen that disgusted look come over Waddie's face and him turn to Gip and barely smile, then look like he's sucking something out of his tooth and whoever they're after don't stand a snow ball's chance of get'n away." Buck and Dan made sure they were around for the next several afternoons. They knew what was coming and wouldn't miss it for the world. The boys, Quinton, Morgan, Buck and Dan built Dan a complete new barn down the other way from his other two barns. They built a complete rodeo arena and had bleachers on the side. They actually held several rodeos there. It was perfect for the boys to practice. The far end of the arena was the back end of the barn. It was a hot West Texas afternoon and Waddie and Gip were both wet from sweating. Their shirts were so wet it was keeping them cool. Quinton was in the middle of the arena flailing his arms about to make a point. The boys were on their ponies leaning on the saddle horns listening to same lecture they'd heard over and over and over again. Quinton was going on and on and on. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, ...blah! Slowly,...ever so slowly,...Waddie turned to Gip with the most disgusted look on his face and just a hint of a smile. Gip looked at Waddie, smiled and waited. He watched Waddie try to suck something out of his tooth. Quinton saw this brief exchange and remembered all too late what Buck and Dan had warned him several times about. Quinton got a look or horror on his face, turned and started to run. That was his first mistake. The ponys were so trained to chase anything running Waddie was on top of Quinton in nothing flat. Riding header he dropped his rope around Quinton's shoulders, dallied his rope and Geronimo backed up pulling the rope tight. Gip didn't miss either. He roped as heeler and caught both of Quinton's legs. Cochise started backing up and pulled Quinton off his feet. Quinton couldn't move `cause the ponies just kept backing up and tightening the ropes. The boys jumped off their ponies and ran to Quinton. Waddie just nodded to his brother and Gip had Quinton's feet tied. It took Waddie only a few minutes more to tie his hands. Quinton was yelling at the top of his voice. "You ungrateful little bastards! You better turn me loose. When your two dads come out here and find you doing this to me their gonna' bust your butts. Lemme' loose and we'll just call it quits for today. Listen men, maybe I was pushin' just a little too hard. Let's talk about this. You really don't want to do this Uncle Quinton. You know I love both you guys. How could you do this to your uncle? Come'mon guys you've had your laugh now undo me an let me up." Then he understood that this wasn't playtime. These boys were serious. He reacted as any man might that didn't know exactly what his future was to be. "H...E...L...P!! D...A...N! B...U...C...K!" Waddie just held out his hand to his brother and Gip knew exactly what he wanted. He took his big red bandana out of his back pocket and Waddie waded it up to shut Quinton up. Quinton kept his mouth closed tight. Gip reached down and grabbed his balls through his jeans and applied pressure. Quinton howled in pain and Waddie plugged his mouth. Waddie took another tether and tied it in place at the back of Quinton's head so he couldn't spit it out. Meanwhile, Buck and Dan heard the commotion and were laughing as they ran to corner of the barn to look in the arena. They knew it happened. Waddie got back on Geronimo nodded to Gip and he took his catch rope off Quinton's feet. Then Gip ran to open the two big barn doors. Buck and Dan watched as Waddie slowly dragged Quinton into the barn behind Geronimo. Dan wanted to rush right in an watch. "No! No! Let's give `em a few minutes. We can watch though these knot holes. Then after they get underway they won't care if we walk in and sit down. Hell, they wouldn't care if fifty people walked in; you wouldn't get `em to stop no ways. The boys didn't see Dan nor Buck when they dragged Quinton into the barn. They wouldn't have cared anyway. They figured Quinton had been duly warned. He pushed it past their limit. Now Quinton was going to pay. "There now. That ought a' gentle our love pig down a might. Don'cha think, Brother?" "I'd say you were a pretty damn good wrangler when it comes to handling a big ornery porker like this one. What are we gonna' name our new pig, Brother?" How `bout "Passion Flower?" "Passion Flower! I like that a lot, Brother." Gip laughed, he couldn't help himself. They were being so disrespectful to poor Quinton. Gip couldn't help giggling he thought that name was so funny. "You think we'uns could get any passion out a' this big boar." Waddie broke up over Gip's pun. "Good one, Bro. Damn good!" Waddie laughed, "We can sure give it the old cowboy try, Bro." They strung Quinton up to a big hook the boys had installed in the barn months before for just such an occasion. It was high enough Quinton was stretched but not uncomfortable Then the boys took great delight in taking Quinton's boots off. They'd stand right in front of him passing each boot back and forth as they sniffed deep and long into the shaft of his boot. They weren't the least bit embarrassed nor shy about their love for leather and boots. Both were wearing latigo leather working chaps. Waddie looked and pointed out the snake in Quinton's pants. "Damn Bro! That little green snake is just a' wiggling trying to get out of them tight jeans. You think he buy's `em that tight or puts `em on and sits in a tub of hot water to make `em shrink?" asked Waddie. "Hell, I thought they sprayed `em on him. Ain't never seen a passionate pig with pants as tight as our Passion Flower wears `em. He's got every cunt in town dripping and them buns of his is enough to make any cowboy cry in his bunk at night. They look just ripe for eaten." Gip pinched one cheek and then the other to make Quinton jump twice. "See! Bro? They's just be ripe enough! Wanna' see that again?" "Sure Bro! He won't mind." Gip pinched Quinton again on each ass cheek. Quinton jumped a foot. "Damn Brother! I'd say he was ripe enough." Waddie was laughing at Gip pinching Quinton's ass, "The way that pig jumped, Brother, I'd say he's very ripe!" Waddie pointed to Quinton's crotch. "Damn Bro. Look at that som'bitch! Look how it's growing and wiggling to get out." The boys took his other boot off and did the same with it, except this time they sniffed it together and look right in Quinton's eyes as they're doing it. Quinton is writhing making moaning sounds. "Now, just you settle down`nair, Passion Flower, us pig wranglers'll take care of you in a minute. Us buckaroos know how to take care of a big boar." Gip broke up every time Waddie called Quinton, Passion Flower. He thought Waddie couldn't have picked a better name! They flipped a coin to see who got to take his pants off. Gip won the toss and walked up to Quinton, undid his turkey platter, rodeo, belt buckle, undid his jeans and quickly lowers them to his knees. Then he pulls them off. Gip brings them around to Waddie and the two boys enjoy sniffing Quinton's man smells from his fresh, hot pair of jeans. Right in front of Quinton they cover both their heads with his jeans and breathe deeply. Quinton watches as Waddie and Gip embrace for a good long, hot, passionate kiss with Quinton's pants still over their heads. Quinton suddenly felt cheated. He didn't know why. Quinton's watching them sniff and smell everything. His eyes keep getting bigger and bigger. Gip even sucks some of the pre-come from the crotch or Quinton's pants. Quinton see's this and his eyes go crazy as the boys watch his dick grow to maximum salute. The boys pay his dick no attention. Gip goes around behind Quinton, turns around with his back to Quinton's back. Reaches down and pulls his left leg up between Gip's legs like a farrier about to shoe his pony. Waddie hands him one of Quinton's boots and Gip puts it back on. Waddie does the same with the other foot as Gip hands him Quinton's other boot. Waddie takes his big blue bandana and ties it tight around Quinton's eyes so's he can't see. Quinton struggles and looks at Waddie with a look so meant if it were a knife would cut Waddie's throat. Then it turned to a pleading look. Waddie smiles at Quinton, puts the bandana over his eyes to tie it in the back in a bow knot. Waddie rams his tongue in Quinton's ear. He tries to pull his head to the side away from Waddie. Waddie grabs his head in both hands and plants a big kiss right on his cheek. Quinton tries to pull away again but Waddie has a hold of his head. Waddie turns and sees Dad Dan and Buck standing in the side door of the barn. He motions for them to have a seat and puts his forefinger to his lips for them to be quite. The men sit on bails of hay but are laughing their ass's off silently. "Gip! Look who's here. You folks wanna' take a seat. Come on! Come on! We got room for all of you. Just pick you out a bail of hay there. Nice to see you folks! We're about to take care of a big bore. He's a wrangler that decided he wanted to become us buckaroo's love pig for the afternoon." Waddie's trying to make Quinton think there are a number of people in the barn. Buck and Dan are going nuts. Waddie tells them they can laugh out loud now. "Can you folks back there in back see okay?" Waddie asks the imaginary crowd. "Stand on some hay bails if'n you can't see...that's right...that's good." Gip is going nuts. Tears are rolling down his face. But he walks up behind Quinton and with the flat of his hand smacks him one, really hard, on his right butt cheek. Quinton jumps again and moans real loud. "Well, folks, my brother and me have named our passionate pig here, who is really a big boar,..." much laugher from the two men, "We've named him `Passion Flower.' Buck slaps his leg and the four of them are doubled up with laughter. Gip then slaps Quinton's other ass cheek pretty hard. "Smack!" "How many times we begged this big boar to give us a little taste, Bother?" Waddie spoke loudly to Gip. "I lost count at a dozen, Bro." Gip giggled. "Don't seem fair to me, a buckaroo's good looking as Passion Flower here should be so damn stingy with his goodies. Do you think, Brother?" Waddie asked Gip. "I've been seeing that ass being waved in front of me as long's I can remember. It makes my mouth water sometimes just a' looking at it. We've both begged him over and over for a little taste of that butt...but, folks, do you think he'd give us just a little taste? No...he's saving it up for some reason. I think it's about time to take us what we want! Right, Brother?" "I'd sure like a taste of that deputy pig dick, Brother." Gip laughed. "Deputy pig dick! I like that, Brother. Somehow it just fits our Passion Flower. You think we can make him whistle like a pig, Brother?" "He ain't too good at whistling, Bro, but I've heard him grunt when he's eating. You'd swear it's a big ole hog sitting next to ya.' We should just get him a tough." Waddie and Gip are having a good time while Quinton's dick is rock hard. Buck and Dan can't believe Quinton. He has to be enjoying this or he wouldn't be excited. The support beams in the barn were just far enough apart to get a nice spread on a buckaroo's legs so his legs would be spread apart just enough to get to his back door with ease. They tied one of Quinton's boots to each post then stood back, looked, and admired their handy work. "Now, Brother, we got our new love pig shoed you want to have the honor of taming Passion Flower down a bit. Maybe taking a little of the spunk out of him." The boys flip and Waddie won the toss. Waddie gets on his knees in front and Gip kneels down behind Quinton. They both lean forward and meet right under Quinton's crotch. His dick and balls are laying on Waddie's brush cut and he and his brother kiss each other in a passionate kiss. Waddie starts to tease Quinton's dick with kisses and his tongue. Up and down and around. He moves to his balls and starts to clean, kiss and make love to the front. Gip shoves his head right in the crack of Quinton's ass almost lifting him off his feet. He holds him suspended there as he joins his brother in licking Quinton's balls from behind. Quinton is about to go out of his mind and is whimpering like a child. They continue until he has tears rolling down his face. Waddie stops and grabs Quinton's ass from behind and pulls forward to expose his ass to maximum for his brother. Gip licks and cleans the area between Quinton's balls and his ass hold. All around, kissing and cleaning. Quinton has calmed down a bit until he feels Gip gently kiss his ass hole. His body goes limp as Gip begins to suck, kiss and thoroughly clean Quinton's hole. He stops. Waddie stands in front of Quinton. We're gonna' torture you like this until we hear you grunting like a real pig, Passion Flower. My brother and I will judge whether you sound enough like a pig as to whether we're going to give you any relief. Got that, Buckaroo? The sooner you start sounding like a pig, the quicker you get down from there." Quinton didn't respond and Waddie laughed. Gip laughed too. "Hey Brother! You wanna' taste of deputy pig dick? Might be to your liking. I always heard pigs got little dicks but Passion Flower, here, our boar, he's got a right nice mouth full. It taste a little like pork." the boys laugh. Buck and Dan are going nuts laughing at boys having their fun with poor Quinton. "Yeah. I kinda like pork roll, Brother, let me taste a little of the deputy pig dick. You wanna' get yourself a taste to this stingy pig's butt?" "Believe I might, Son. Like to get me a big ole taste of that stingy buckaroo butt, pardner. Thanks for the offer. Wonder when we're gonna' hear him grunt like a pig?" Waddie was making love to Quinton's ass and really getting into it. The more he did the more Quinton tried to get away from his unrelenting mouth and tongue. Gip was teasing Quinton's shaft. It didn't take too long before the boys thought they heard Quinton to trying to grunt like a pig. "Did you hear something that resembled a pig grunting, Brother?" Waddie laughed and looked around Quinton to smile at Dan and Buck, who were enjoying the show. Buck pulled his dick out and was playing with it. When Dan saw Buck playing with his dick he couldn't get his out fast enough. They laughed at each other. "Why no, Brother, sounded more like a wounded turkey to me." Then the boys went go back to their torture only to hear Quinton trying harder to grunt like a pig. "I could've sworn that one sounded a little like a pig but I'm not real sure. I'm not quite satisfied that it came from the heart, how `bout you, Brother." "Couldn't agree more with you, Brother, what I'd like to hear is a big old sow just a' knowing she was about to get fucked by big boar. But it has to be with a great deal of heart, Brother. She has to really convince us she's in love and really wants that big boar's dick." The boys giggle like crazy. After they had poor Quinton about to go out of his skull the boys decide to change back with Waddie in front of Quinton and Gip in the back. They'd go back to sucking and kissing until Quinton's crying and really trying to sound like a sow in heat about ready to get mounted. A deep, gutteral sound. Buck and Dan are laughing their ass's off at Quinton grunting like a pig. They warned him. Waddie reaches up and undoes the bandana over Quinton's eyes. Quinton sees Dan and Buck laughing like crazy and jacking off. His eyes roll back in his head as he turns the deepest shade of red. "Waddie gave Gip the sign and Gip ran his tongue as far up Quinton's hole as he could get it. Waddie took Quinton all the way down his throat until Quinton's pubes were against his lips. He held it down as Quinton shoved back against Gip's tongue once, twice, and the third time tried to bite Gip's tongue off with his ass as he began to shoot into Waddie's mouth his pent up load. They kept it up until Quinton went limp. Gip came from behind and Waddie took him in his embrace and released about half of Quinton's come to him. Quinton watched as Waddie withdrew from Gip's mouth so Quinton could see his stolen come drop into Gip's mouth. "Hey guys, save a little for me." Hollered Buck" "Me too!" said Dad Dan. Waddie walked to Dad Dan with a smile on his face and shared a little with him. Gip went to Buck and shared his with him. Then they roared with laughed at the boys and poor Quinton strung up like a porker. The boys let Quinton down and held him as he collapsed into their arms. They took the rag from his mouth but he didn't say a word as they lay there making love to him. Gip cleaned his dick up while Waddie was letting Quinton drink deeply of his love. Gip moved back up to be held in Quinton's other arm and traded places with Waddie as Waddie undid Quinton's hands. Quinton put his arms around them and pulled them into him as close as he could get them. Buck and Dan shot their loads all over the place. Quinton finally spoke. "You lovable little bastards! If I wasn't so drained and satisfied, I'd bend both of you over my knee and spank you good." "We were kinda hoping you would, Cowboy." Gip told him laughing and nibbling Quinton behind his ear. Buck only laughed harder. Dan couldn't laugh any more he was sore he'd laughed so much. "Yeah, Uncle Quinton, take your time, catch your breath, make a little more love, and I just know you can find it in your heart to punish a couple of young cowboys for making you their afternoon love pig." Waddie roared with laughter. "Fuck no! If I punish you. You might not do it again." was Quinton's reply. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Gip and Waddie did some terrible things to that poor man over the years. Once, at big rodeo Gip found a plastic cup full of kerosene, poured it down the back of Quinton's jeans and Waddie touched him off. You never saw a buckaroo get out of a tight pair of jeans faster in your life. Poor Quinton was standing stark naked in front of hundreds of people chasing Waddie and Gip around the arena waving his flaming pants about threatening them with their lives. The crowd thought it was all part of the show. Even though the boys pulled some awful practical jokes on the man he had a heart of eighteen carat gold and loved those boys without conditions. They returned his love in kind. There was no man they loved more than their Uncle Quinton. End of Part 7 Cabbage Patch Cowboy Copy right 2002 Waddie Greywolf Question/comments: waddiebear@yahoo.com