Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
"There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as
evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If
there are such things as angels, I hope that they are
organized along the lines of the Mafia." ~ Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.,
The Sirens of Titan
Monday morning, after breakfast, Nellie Peterson decided she
needed to get back to Tall Pine and Wilbur volunteered to take her
back and stay for several days. Billy didn't have any problem with
Wilbur spending time with his family back in Oregon. He decided to
leave it up to Wilbur. He knew the young man and his mother
enjoyed a close relationship with each other. Wilbur never seemed
to develop an anger or resentment for his mother to prompt him to
flee the nest as seen in many children's adolescent angst to free
themselves of the real or imagined tyranny of their parents. They
seemed to exist on a comfortable plane together; one of mutual
respect and understanding for the other.
Randy and Pard helped open a gate to the old double car garage
Monday afternoon. Billy, his pa, Boomer, several of his
Cowboy-Angels, and the boys saw them off. There were many thanks
exchanged. Nellie and Wilbur passed through the gate, the boys
shut it down, and everyone went on with their afternoon. After
supper, there came a pang in Billy's heart for Wilbur he couldn't
explain, but when he mentioned it to his pa, Nick laughed at him.
“You see so much of yourself in Wilbur. You've come to love him
like another little brother, but ya' ain't the only one. Didn't
you see the watery eyes and forlorn looks on your cowboys' faces.
Them two smaller buckaroos cried when they told him goodbye,” Nick
said, “I predict it will take Wilbur sometime to untie his
mother's apron strings, Son, and realize where his heart truly
belongs. He's doing what he thinks is best right now. He's trying
his hand at being a grown-up,” Nick added.
“I hope so. I feel like that boy done walked away with a big chunk
of ma' heart, Pa,” Billy said.
“The next morning, early, as Billy and his family were having
their coffee, Billy's cell phone rang. He looked and saw it was
Wilbur. He smiled and winked at Nick as he pressed the button.
“Good morning, Cowboy. How you doing, Little Brother? Is some'um
wrong?” Billy asked.
“Naw, sir, Master Billy. I hate to sound like an immature wuss,
but I'm afraid I'm already homesick for Texas, ma' cowboy
brothers, and the ranch. Can I come back this morning, sir?”
Wilbur asked sheepishly.
“You want me to open a gate for you or do you think you can
transport yourself?” Billy asked.
“I don't feel too confident with my transporting skills, yet. I
think I might need a little more practice, sir,” Wilbur said
“No problem. You in the garage, Son?” Billy asked.
“Yes, sir, I didn't want to wake Mom or Gower. I left Mom a note
on the bar,” Wilbur said.
“Okay, stand near the door, and I'll open a gate. Just walk on
through,” Billy said, waved his hand, a gate sprang up in the
living area of the line-cabin, and Wilbur walked through. Billy
closed the gate, and Wilbur was in his arms in an instant with a
big hug and a kiss. Wilbur didn't stop with Billy. He had to hug
and kiss the rest of Billy's family.
Nick got a big smile on his face. “Good to have you back, Son,”
“It's good to be back, Captain Nick. I guess I got a lot to
learn,” Wilbur lamented.
“How so, Little Brother?” Billy asked and saw another big grin on
“I thought I was doing the right thing volunteering to go back and
get some things done for Mom, but after we been there for a while,
I got the feeling I was in the way. After we got back, Mr. Flint
made over Mom like she was the most beautiful woman he ever saw.
Then I noticed Mom and Mr. Flint were real quiet and not saying
much. They spoke softly with each other and whispered a lot. They
talked in low tones and would hush-up when I came around. I
thought it was strange, so I went to bed early. I lay there
thinking, and then it dawned on me – I was in the way. They wanted
to go to bed together, but I knew Mom wouldn't consider it as long
as I was there. She can be sort of old fashioned that way. I
decided to call you to see if I could come back to the ranch and
let them two love birds have their way with each other. Far be it
from me to stand in Cupid's way,” Wilbur said and Billy laughed.
He pulled Wilbur to him and gently kissed him on his forehead.
“You done the right thing. How do you feel about them make'n the
beast wiff' two backs, Son?” Billy asked. Nick winced. Boomer and
the twins laughed.
“Happy they're finally getting together. Gower is a good man. I
couldn't wish for a better step-dad, if they decide to get
hitched,” Wilbur said.
“I think you're right. Gower impressed me as a good man who needed
a second chance. I think they both need a second chance and why
not together? You can offer your help, and I'm sure, once they's
comfortable with themselves, they'll be fine with allowing you
back into their world,” Billy said, “I'm sure it's only a
temporary thing,” he added.
“I know. I made an effort to be a good son, but I was
uncomfortable being in their way. I thought I'd come back and work
for you until they's comfortable enough to invite me back,” Wilbur
“I'd say that's a wise, mature decision on your part, Mr.
Peterson. Welcome home, Cowboy,” Billy said and gave Wilbur a big
“Believe me, it's great to be home, Master Billy,” he replied.
Wilbur drank a cup of coffee with the men and ate a Hosanna cake
before they transported to the big house. Billy made Wilbur
wing-up, and he and the young man transported everyone. Billy
wanted Wilbur to get used to transporting from place to place. The
family made over Wilbur like he was the young prodigal who
returned home to his family. Wilbur was thrilled and shared his
feelings with them. There were many knowing smiles and nodding of
heads, like they understood, and expected it might happen. Billy's
family gave Wilbur just what he needed, a lot of love and support.
Wilbur was like a young seed who fell into a well tended garden,
sprouted, was quickly sending down roots, and was beginning to
flourish. He felt like he found his place in the sun.
* * * * * * *
After breakfast, Billy told his little brother, Wilbur, to stay
close to him for the day and his posse transported to the ship.
When they arrived, the giants, with Odin, Erin, and Marcus were
finishing their last cup of coffee. Jethro was standing chatting
with them in his full demon form having another cup before he went
off to his suite of offices to continue his work as director of
the project. He was having an informal meeting with them about the
delays in finishing some projects when he needed them completed to
get others accomplished. Naturally, in the progress of building,
some things need to be finished before they could progress to
others. Jethro was complaining things were slowing down because of
misunderstandings and incorrect scheduling. He couldn't do his job
and be on the site to make sure the work is properly scheduled and
finished on time.
Odin and Erin hailed their master and his men to join them.
Marcus's mouth dropped open. Among Master Billy's entourage was a
huge beast what looked to him how he thought a Bigfoot might look.
Also with him was one of the most handsome young cowboys Marcus
ever saw, and he got a lump in his throat in memory of two young
men he lost in prison to gang warfare. Like everyone, Wilbur was
taken with Jethro's Demon persona, but there was a new man with
Odin and Erin which shook the young man to his core when he saw
him. He wondered if he was the prisoner Master Billy and his men
rescued. If so, he was sure Master Billy already processed him. To
Wilbur's young mind, the big man was just about perfect in every
way. He was obviously a refurbished older gentleman, but there was
a rough-cut, sure-of-himself nature, an animal look about him
which excited young Wilbur's sensitive manhood to full salute.
The gathered men, including Marcus, we're hanging on Jethro's
every word. Marcus was particularly fascinated by Jethro in his
Demon form and couldn't get over how much in love with the giant
Demon his underlings were. They were all over him. Jethro kissed
and petted each one, and called them by name like they were his
beloved children. Marcus was most impressed by the flying Sun
Bears and their devotion to the great Demon. They broke their
conversation for a few minutes to acknowledge their master and his
crew and for Billy to introduce his newest Cowboy-Angel, Wilbur,
to them. Wilbur and Marcus shook hands and there was an awkward
silence between the two men as they stood and looked into each
other's eyes like they were sounding the depths of their souls.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Obbligatto, and welcome to our
family, sir,” Wilbur said with perhaps a tad too much sincerity
and blushed a deep red color like a young schoolboy meeting his
first pretty girl.
“Thank you, Mr. Peterson, it's a pleasure and honor to meet such a
fine looking young Cowboy-Angel as yourself; but please, call me
Marcus, Son, it would be a great honor,” Marcus said and gently
pulled the young man to him, surrounded him with his massive arms,
and gently kissed him on his forehead. It was exactly what Wilbur
wanted, but how did the big man know? He longed to feel Marcus'
massive arms around him.
Wilbur blushed even more and spoke quietly. “Thank you, sir, it
would please me very much if you called me, Wilbur,” the young man
“Wilbur it is,” Marcus replied, stole another kiss, and released
Wilbur. Wilbur acted like he didn't want Marcus to let him go. The
young cowboy smiled sweetly, and returned to his master's side. “I
must have missed you yesterday. I would have remembered such a
handsome young cowboy,” Marcus said.
“Wilbur's mother visited the ranch for the weekend to see his new
home and get to know us better. She lives and owns a large bar and
restaurant in a small town in upper Oregon, and he left us to see
her home safely yesterday. He didn't get back until early this
morning to join me, my pa, and family for breakfast. Wilbur ain't
been with us long, but he's already made a place for himself among
my immediate family. We've become quite fond of him,” Billy said.
“I can certainly understand why, Master Billy. I will look forward
to getting to know you better, Wilbur,” Marcus said.
“I would like to know you better, too, sir. While you are quite
handsome to me, your face tells me you've traveled many miles and
have gained great wisdom. Perhaps I could learn some important
things from you, sir. My older friend who lives with me and my
mother used to tell me I should leave myself open to mature wisdom
as well as seek the new,” Wilbur said.
“I would say your friend is a wise man, indeed, Young Master,”
Marcus said in return.
Billy looked at Nick who had a blank look on his face. << Leave
it alone, Kemosabe! >> Billy heard in his head.
<< I hear'd that, Tonto. I'm run'n the other way as fast
as my boots can carry me, >> Billy returned and Nick
heard him laugh.
<< They both need an anchor and beneath that big,
mean-looking, rough-cut facade of Marco's beats the heart of a
tender and compassionate lover, >> Nick sent.
<< I totally agree, but I'm not beyond playing big
brother for Wilbur. He ain't never had no sexual experience. He
needs guidance, Tonto, >> Billy sent.
<< Bullshit! You never had any guidance, Kemosabe, but
you handled yourself pert-damn good, >> Nick checked
<< Like Hell I didn't have no guidance! I had two of the
most seasoned lovers in the universe take me for my first times
and compassionately taught me the joy and blessings of good sex,
>> Billy returned, << But I see what you're
getting at, Pa. Perhaps I'm underestimate'n Marcus, >>
<< That's ma' boy! Marcus could be every bit as
experienced and as skilled a lover as either me or old Boomer,
>> Nick replied and grinned at Billy, << Ease up,
Son, let nature take its course, >> he added.
“Erin and Odin need to get to their jobs. Why don't you make the
rounds with me and my posse this morning, Marcus, and you
gentlemen can get to know each other better?” Billy asked.
“I think I would enjoy being with your family and young Master
Wilbur very much, Master Billy,” Marcus replied.
Billy felt more at ease after Marcus' reply. With one small word
of respect, Marcus put Billy's heart at ease. He was not a prison
'wolf' seeking a young vulnerable lamb to prey upon. Billy thought
it was amazing how one subtle word of respect for Wilbur by
referring to him as 'Master' could relay the big man's respect and
compassion for the young cowboy's sensibilities while resetting
his master's predator alarm from defcon D.O.M to a benign amber.
Perhaps his pa was right. Maybe Billy was underestimating Marcus.
He remembered a conversation he had with Odin and Erin before they
rescued Marcus; the big, massively built con was the only
long-termed prisoner they knew who never took another younger man
for a mate during their time in prison, and it wasn't because he
didn't have offers. Marcus was a much sought after Bull because of
his physical size and his imposing ability to intimidate other
prisoners. The word in the yard was, you don't fuck with Marco.
Odin Bluetooth shared with Billy, in Marcus' early years in prison
he tried twice to have a relationship with two young men who
became devoted to him, but he lost both of them to prison politics
and jealousy. He made another attempt after his first mate was
killed, but after the second one was brutally murdered, it broke
him, and he blamed himself for having placed them in such a
position. He could protect himself, but he couldn't always do the
same for his mates.
Marcus never took another man for an intimate cell mate or steady
sex partner. Billy wondered about Marco's original orientation,
but he concluded it was very unlikely black-ops mentality would
ever allow an agent into their ranks for whom they held the least
suspicion about his sexual druthers. Marcus could still recall the
homophobic speech the commander gave when he was assigned to
infiltrate the Texas Rangers back in the middle teens. “Them
cocksuckers just can't be trusted. They's vicious sum'bitches!
Why, they'll sneak up behind you, throw you to the floor, rip
yore' clothes off, and suck yore' cock down their throat like it
was a plumber's helper, and they got a stopped up drain. They's
slicker'n goose shit and can make you shoot your sacred
baby-batter down their godforsaken throats faster'n greased
lightening,” the commander raged like a gospel preacher.
He continued, “The late sainted Pat Robertson said they might as
well be eat'n yore' babies. Old Pat warned us, it was all part of
the gay agenda to drink as much of your baby batter as they can to
rob you of your sacred male essence and weaken your judgment.
They's waging war agin us when they consume your babies. They's
eat'n children you could be raising up to be good god fear'n
Christians men like yourself, so's they'll vote like their daddies
to keep them queers in their place under our boot heels and deny
them nasty-butt-fuck'n varmints any civil rights. Do you want one
a them infernal homos marrying your son? I should hope not. What
would Aunt Agnus say when he brung the sugar-plum fairy home for
the holidays and introduced him as his husband? Who knows, one a
them sperm of yorn could sire you a son what might grow up to be
another Ronald Reagan, or George W. Bush – two of the greatest
presidents our nation has ever been blessed with. Or they could be
the founders of another Duck Dynasty; except, in Texas it probably
should be the Hog Dynasty, because we got more a' them than ducks,
but also in memory of another great governor of the lone star
state, James S. Hogg, who named his daughters Ima and Ura Hogg.
“Once't they eat yore' babies, they'll ever-so-lovingly lick your
cock and balls clean. Then they'll tell you how good it tasted and
beg you for seconds. As tempted as you might be, believe me, you
don't never wanna' give them bastards seconds. You do and you
might be hooked for life. The next thing you know you'll be paying
them for blowjobs, rye-cheer, deep in the heart of Texas. The
worst part is, you may have nightmares for several years afterward
about how tight their throats were, how soft their lips felt while
they made love to your old hoss, and what a big country cowboy
load you done blow'd-hard down their gullet like an oil gusher
shoots in Lubbock.
It might cause you to go into your old lady's bedroom and demand
she give you a blowjob so's you can fuck her face good'n hard to
get you over the memory and the nightmares. Good luck with that!
And that's why we don't allow no queers in the Texas Rangers. Now,
if we can only get our governor to trim his hair and stop acting
like a dumb homo frat boy, maybe we can keep gay marriage out of
Texas for at least another decade,” the Commander, the Lone-Star
Odin and Erin confirmed their master's conclusion, but added,
prison levels the playing field when it comes to sexual
orientation. Some men tried to sublimate their sexual activities
by being the undisputed 'husband' of a coupling and reinforce his
masculinity by being hard and needlessly aggressive to his partner
using demeaning terms meant to change his partner into a female
substitute. They would demand and take what they wanted with
little or no affection; much like Christianist men treat their
women and take them for granted. The old saying, “Keep 'um in the
kitchen, barefoot, and pregnant,” originated in Texas.
To Marco's credit, he never treated either of his two young
partners inhumanely. That alone, endeared the big man to them more
than anything else; however, he developed his own psychological
ploy to skate around the labels of 'hetero' and 'homo' which
seemed to work well for him. He treated them like dogs; albeit,
beloved companions. It was no-frills basic, but it made sense to
Marco. He simply came to think upon his young male partner as his
pet. He often referred to his bonded cell-mate as his 'Pup.' While
Marco respected them as men and appreciated what they freely gave
to him, he quickly learned he could get anything he wanted from
his partner with a little honest concern. Marco could be as strong
and demanding as he pleased, if he slowly but steadily trained
them to become the best companions and sex partners they could be
for him. He was patient, respectful, compassionate, encouraged
them with goodly consideration, and rewarded them with a healthy
dollop of affection and compliments for a really outstanding
The big Tuscan man neither spared his love nor did he ever
physically punish his pets. If they displeased him, he carefully
explained his reasons, and simply withheld his affections. It
never failed to achieve its desired effect. After a while, they
would come to him, kneel before him, kiss his feet, and beg him to
forgive them. They would promise to work harder to please him and
never make the same mistake again. Marco would magnanimously take
them into his huge arms, hold them, kiss away their tears, forgive
them, and then he would take them with such passion they could
never doubt his sincerity. Those were the times he remembered the
best. Like any man who owns a well trained dog, he made them feel
like they were the most important part of his life. Marco would
reinforce their love by assuring them they had nothing to worry
about, he loved them more than ever, and they became devoted to
It took the death of two male partners to cause an epiphany within
Marco Ceasare Del Obbligatto. He remembered dogs he owned as a
young man who were his beloved faithful companions. They passed
away from either an accident or natural causes due to old age. He
remembered how the loss made his heart physically ache for a good
while after they were gone. He never felt that way about the loss
of humans. He lost his mother, dad, and an older brother, with
whom he was close, but he accepted it as a part of life, and after
a reasonable period of grieving, he would get on with his life;
however, for years afterward, the memory of his beloved pets could
still reduce him to tears if he ran across a lost toy or a picture
of one. So it was with his two young men he trained to become his
partners. His epiphany came when he began to make the connection
between his dogs and his male-mates in prison.
He chastised himself for making the comparison, but he couldn't
escape the truth. After the death of his second mate, the bubble
burst, the veil lifted, and the big Tuscan man was struck by an
even greater epiphany. While it was a lovely metaphor, and it
worked for him for a while, they were not dogs, and they were not
his pets. They were men, and he loved them both beyond measure. He
began to wonder if, by some miracle he got out of prison, he could
ever find the love and understanding with a woman like he achieved
with his two young male partners. You can't train a woman. The
mere idea is repugnant in most civilized societies, unless you're
a member of some far-out cult like the Mormons, Scientology,
Fundamentalist Quiver Full movement, or Middle Eastern religions
who have almost no regard for women's rights and consider them
little more than cattle.
Besides, Marco considered the women from his past were easily
influenced by their cycles which sometimes controlled their mood
swings to such a degree, he didn't care to invest the effort to
cope with them. 'High maintenance' he referred to them, and easily
walked away leaving them behind. Added to his rather unique
situation, as an active member of a black-ops organization, there
was little time away from Spooksville to devote to romance or
courtship. Marco neither spent enough time nor was he ever able to
form a close enough bond with a woman to want to settle down with
her. (He called it his 007 syndrome. He rationalized his lack of
continued interest in the fairer sex by suspecting James Bond very
probably had a steady, burly boyfriend with whom he could let his
hair down after one of his capers?) Marco found it easier and less
complicated to pay-for-play and rarely experienced sex with a
woman more than once.
Then came the final revelation to his epiphany. They say no man is
an island, but Marco Del Obbligatto was an exception. He became an
impenetrable rock, an island built from a volcano of untapped male
hormones, emotions, and sexuality inside an insane sea of
loneliness. After the loss of his last beloved mate, he decided
never to try again. He chose to be alone and celibate, except for
masturbation. When he took himself in hand, he never fantasized
about a woman, but dreamed and conjured up sweet memories of
having wonderful sex with his two cell mates he lost. It became a
never ending cycle. Marco was never able to put them to rest long
enough to consider training another partner. Neither did he wish
to take the gamble he might lose another. He didn't relieve
himself often, but when he did, he wondered if anyone ever married
the ghosts of two lost loves and his own hand. They were all he
had to keep him going.
* * * * * * *
Billy saw the look on Marcus' face when he caught sight of Boomer.
“You asked last evening what a Watcher is, Marcus? This is Boomer,
my number one slave, my Watcher-Protector, and my bonded mate.
Boomer is my husband and the father of our unborn son, Billy
Daniels Junior, who is currently enjoying his fourth month inside
a lovely Irin lady who is also one of my slaves,” Billy said.
“Is Boomer also known as a Bigfoot, Master Billy?” Marco asked.
“He is. We have a Stomping of them what roams the thickets on our
ranches, and where they forage for food. We try to help them as
much as we can, and they cooperate with us. We weren't blowing
smoke up your ass last night about a Watcher sleeping with you
until your wings grow in. The males produce a wonderful milk, and
it's the finest, most natural food in the universe. It will add
greatly to your strength and stamina when you start fledging. Come
over here and shake Boomer's hand, and if you ask him nicely, he
might let you have a taste,” Billy said and grinned wickedly.
Marco didn't turn green. While he did seem to lose a bit of color
in his face, he wasn't a man to be afraid of a challenge. Boomer
seemed like a well-groomed beast. Marco thought he might be
domesticated if Master Billy weren't kidding about being his
husband. How could that be? Boomer was enormous compared to Billy.
Marco just accepted the fact he was a stranger in a strange land
and should just go with the flow. He shook Boomer's huge hand and
smiled. Boomer bowed slightly to Marcus.
“Would you like to show our pre-fledged new Cowboy-Angel we ain't
pulling his leg, Little Brother?” Billy asked Wilbur.
“It will be my pleasure, Master Billy. May I Boomer?” Wilbur
Boomer got a big smile on his face, reached out with his huge paw
and pulled young Wilbur into an embrace. Boomer suckled Wilbur
several times before and helped the young cowboy while he fledged.
The giant beast took his other paw and gently guided Wilbur's head
to his right teat and held him close. Wilbur began to suck and
drink Boomer's sweet milk while making obscene noises of a happily
contented Bigfoot tit-sucker. After a minute or two, Billy laughed
at Wilbur and told him that was enough. Wilbur groaned his
disappointment to everyone's amusement and pulled away. Boomer
held the young cowboy and with his big black tongue cleaned his
chin and around his mouth where he spilled some. “Thank you,
Boomer. You are a gracious Host,” Wilbur said and stole a kiss
from the monster. Boomer smiled at him and nodded.
“Would you like to sample some, Mr. Obbligatto?” Billy asked.
“Meaning no disrespect to you or your fine looking husband, I
think I'll wait 'til later if you don't mind. I'm not used to such
good food, and I'm afraid I stuffed myself at breakfast, sir. I'm
satisfied for now. I have no problem with the idea if it's what it
takes to grow my wings,” Marcus said.
“That's fine. We'll see a lot more Watchers today, and you can
pick one you think you might like to attend you, but whatever you
do, don't give him a name. If you give a Watcher a name, it means
you accept him in bond, and he will become your Protector for
life. There'll be plenty of time for that later,” Billy explained.
Wilbur and Marcus followed Billy and his men around that morning.
Wilbur was familiar with some things, but many parts of Billy's
new world they were experiencing for the first time together.
Billy toured the four enormous greenhouses to see the progress of
the first crops of the Texas Tea plants, and they seemed to be
flourishing. Since the greenhouses were constructed, there were
four more just finished and the greenhouse team were in the
process of getting set up. When they came upon the layout and
beginnings of foundations for the new city Billy was building, the
men were more than a little impressed. People were running here
and there trying to get things done, but everywhere they went it
seemed to be mass confusion. Some were working, but others seemed
to be standing about with nothing to do. When Billy inquired what
was the delay, he was told they couldn't begin work until the
other crew was finished with their part.
Time is money and to have people standing around with nothing
being accomplished was eating up capital. Even though Marcus was
in awe with what Billy was trying to accomplish, Billy would see
him look at a group who seemed to be working but weren't getting
much done, and shake his head in disbelief. He saw Wilbur and
Marcus get their heads together. They were discussing and pointing
to different things going on and seemed like they were agreeing
things were not going smoothly. Billy walked up to them, “Would
you men care to comment or let me know what you're talking so
intently about?” he asked.
“Meaning no disrespect, Master Billy, but I think we'll reserve
our opinion until we see more, sir. Are we in agreement, Master
Wilbur?” Marcus deferred to the young cowboy.
“I fully agree, sir, I think we'd like to see what plans or models
you're working from, Master Billy,” Wilbur said respectfully.
Billy looked at them and grinned. “Absolutely! By all means. No
problem, Gentlemen, we'll take you to see the walk-through model
and then to the main control center in the castle on the ship
where Master Jethro and his team have the plans tacked up to the
walls and spread around a great room,” he said and invited them to
walk with him. They transported to the ship and the balcony off
the planning offices, and the men were stunned at the model of the
great sapphire city. Billy took them through the diminution gate,
and they arrived on the tram dock. Jethro alerted one of his
dwarfs and soon a tram pulled up to take them to the monorail
line. It was like nothing Wilbur or Marcus ever experienced
Billy gave them the entire tour, but got little feedback in
return; however, once again the two men would drift away from
their group, have their heads together making observations and
comments, calling each others attention to something they saw back
at the building site; shaking their heads in disagreement or
nodding when they agreed. They devoured the blueprints referring
to each other to make a correlation to another point on the plans
or what they saw earlier. Shorty before noon, they seemed
satisfied they saw everything they needed to see to answer Billy's
question he asked earlier. Billy called a halt for everyone to
knock-off work for lunch and decided to have lunch with his work
crew in the cafeteria on the ship. He looked at Nick as Wilbur and
Marcus walked ahead of them talking low to each other thoroughly
engaged in conversation. “What?” Nick asked, “Don't look at me.
You have a tendency to only skim the surface of them reports on
people the Irin send you about people like Marcus,” his pa
“You know some'um I don't, Pa?” Billy asked.
“A lot. I watched the whole damn video,” Nick said and grinned.
“You ain't gonna' tell me, are you?” Billy asked.
“Not this time. I gotta' give them ancients credit, they know what
they's doing. How many times have you needed the right man for a
job when they suddenly fall into your lap out of left field?” Nick
asked in return.
“Okay, I ain't got me no argument. You got me dead-to-rights. I
don't particularly like to think about it because you gotta'
admit, it's downright spooky. It's like they're moving folks
around like pieces on a chessboard to get the best results. Are
you saying Marcus was sent for more than just a rescue-key for
your brothers?” Billy asked.
“Not only Marcus, Kemosabe. Keep going,” Nick said and grinned.
“God I hate it when you're being obtuse, Tonto,” Billy said and
laughed, “Are you telling me Marcus and young Wilbur were planned
to arrive about the same time, and they's a team?” Billy asked.
“I ain't say'n another word unless I'm so ordered by my young
master, Kemosabe,” Nick said.
“No, I won't do that. You threw up a red flag on the play. At's
good enough! I wanna' see for myself,” Billy said, hooked his arm
into Nick's and placed his other hand on his arm, as they walked
to the dining hall.
Jethro notified the staff their master and his posse would be
joining them for lunch, and they were once again thrilled. They
served large family style salads and a spicy vegetable gumbo over
wild rice Billy introduced to them. He bought great quantities of
wild rice for them, and they were beginning to grow it in their
agricultural farms. Marcus and Wilbur sat together across from
their master and his surrogate dad. They were cordial and polite.
Marcus was the consummate gentleman and didn't try to dominate the
conversation. As a matter of fact he didn't say much at all, and
his young companion didn't either. As they were having their
dessert of baked pears with cinnamon and a scoop of vanilla ice
cream, Billy couldn't wait any longer. “I can't help be curious,
Gentlemen. Will you men please tell me what's on your minds?” he
Marcus looked at Wilbur and nodded for him to tell their master
what they were about. “You need a yard manager, Master Billy. A
construction site project coordinator, and he needs an assistant.
Together, we will need another four men for each project you got
going. We've only seen the two so far, the greenhouses and the
city, but if there's more, we will need more men accordingly,”
Wilbur said like he was quite sure of himself and his words.
Billy was impressed with his young Cowboy-Angel and smiled at him.
“Is there more?” he asked.
“Master Marcus has an impressive background in construction site
management. Before he was recruited into government black-ops
programs, he worked for his older brother as his 'Yard-dog' site
manager. He built no less than four of the major buildings in
downtown Houston, two in Dallas, three in Austin, and one in San
Antonio. Without cutting corners or safety factors, he brought
each project in on time and within projected budgets unless there
were last minute changes insisted on by the clients which required
more time and money. I will be his apprentice, assistant, and
'Yard-pup' for your projects. We don't ask you to take our word
for our talents, skills, or enthusiasm. Give us sixteen full work
days, that's four of your weeks since you only work your people
half a day on Fridays, and if you ain't pleased with us, we'll
gladly step down and take whatever job you might find for us,”
Wilbur said like a young lawyer presenting his case.
“Do you have anything to add, Master Marcus?” Billy asked.
“Obviously I wasn't very successful working for the government in
black-ops, Master Billy, but my buildings are still standing.
Surely you have means of checking my background with an operation
as large as you have going here,” Marcus said.
“He does, but he don't always pay attention to the fine print or
the extended version of a man's background and achievements,
Master Marcus,” Nick spoke up, “I assure you, Kemosabe, young
Master Wilbur's list of achievements for his chosen Boss-man are
accurate, but not complete. He didn't include a string of shopping
centers, apartment complexes, and a couple of churches as well,”
“When can you men start?” the giant red Demon asked like he was
about to jump across the table and consume Marcus and Wilbur with
hugs and kisses. “Pardon, Master Billy,” Jethro added and grinned.
“No pardon required, Master Project Manager, but I would like to
hear these Gentlemen's answer,” Billy said.
“How long will it take me to go through the fledging process,
sir?” Marcus asked.
“About another forty-eight hours after you start to fledge which
will probably be this afternoon or evening sometime; however, you
should have a couple of days to learn to park your wings and
transport from place to place; I would say next Monday morning at
the latest,” Billy allowed and Nick agreed.
“Yeees!” Jethro exclaimed in a great hiss as he jumped up leaned
over the table and shook each man's hand, “Welcome to the team,
Gentlemen. We'll be looking forward to working with you,” Jethro
“Mmm,” Billy growled in his throat, “Red-man speak with
forked-tongue, Tonto,” Billy said to Nick in his best Lone Ranger
“Of course he does, Kemosabe, all Kagoli have forked-tongues. So
do you when you become my Demon son,” Nick said and laughed, “Why
do you think I forbid you to say the name 'Shirley' when you
morph?” he asked and laughed harder.
Billy laughed with him. “You men can morph like Jethro?” Marcus
“Master Nick and Master Billy are quite handsome in their Demon
form, sir,” Wilbur said.
“Yes, when we're home alone and want to relax, we sometimes morph
and play Daddy Demon and his Demon Son,” Billy said and grinned,
“I learned recently, practically the rest of my extended family
have learned as well,” Billy added and laughed.
“It takes a while to adjust, Master Marcus,” Wilbur said and
“I'll take your word for it, Son,” Marcus replied.
It was time for Master Billy's crews to get back to work. Everyone
said a fond farewell and left after complimenting the cooks and
staff. Billy joined them and told the staff everything was
excellent. As they were leaving the dining hall, in a great flash
of light Bubba, Jack, Grover, and Bubba's Brute appeared before
them. Bubba, and Jack disappeared for a second and returned
without their wings.
“This is a nice unexpected visit,” Billy said, hugging each man,
and Brute, then introducing them to Marcus. Wilbur already knew
them well. “What brings you men this way?” Billy asked.
“We done heard you's look'n for a Watcher to help nurse your new
Cowboy-Angel through his fledging, Master Billy,” Jack said, “And
since Grover's spending some time with us we invited him to come
along,” he added.
“We just finished lunch with David and Cletus. Brute insisted we
come over. He wouldn't tell me why; said he'd tell us after we got
here,” Bubba said.
Billy went to Brute, gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. “You
don't need no excuse to come visit anytime,” Billy said, “What can
we do for you, Brute?” he asked.
“Nothing for me, sir. Something for you, and your new
Cowboy-Angel, Master Billy. I was called to Retikki Prime to bring
my biological brother back to Earth with me to be Master Marcus's
Watcher-Protector. He is a gift from the great Oracle who appeared
to him in the desert of Turkey many years ago. Show yourself,
Brother,” Brute said firmly. Immediately, a handsome Watcher who
looked a lot like his older brother appeared next to Brute. He was
a bright yellow color with white highlights around his facial hair
which made him look almost angelic.
“My God he's stunning! He has to be one of the most handsome
Watchers I've ever seen – next to you, Brute,” Billy added and
“Thank you, Master Billy,” Brute said.
“Does he have a name?” Billy asked.
“Master Marcus is the only one who knows his name,” Brute said.
“Yes, yes, I know his name,” Marcus said and walked to the fine
looking beast, “And do you have sweet milk, my handsome Watcher?”
“As much as you wish, sir,” the beast answered.
“And will it taste like your name?” Marcus asked.
“I can make it so, if you like, Master,” he replied.
“I would like that very much. May I sample your milk, Handsome
Beast?” Marcus asked.
“Certainly, sir, you wouldn't buy a cow without tasting her milk,”
he replied and got a laugh from everyone.
Marcus moved toward the beast's teat, and with his huge paw the
giant gently guided the big man to it. Marcus began to suck and
his mouth was filled with the most wonderful vanilla flavor but
slowly it began to change and while it was still sweet it
developed a citrus bite to it until it became the full flavor of
an Italian ice covered with Lemoncello. It was delicious and
brought back such fond memories of his home in Tuscany the big man
began to weep. He took several large gulps and pulled off. He
threw his arms around the beast, gave him a hug, and kissed his
“What? What does it taste like, Marcus?” Billy asked like a little
“You taste his milk and tell me,” Marcus said.
Billy took a couple of hits, swallowed, then a couple more.
Finally he pulled off. “That's unbelievable. It's incredible. I
thought they all tasted alike. I never knew they came in different
flavors. It's like a lemon cordial or a lemon ice. It's fantastic.
But what's it got to do with his name?” Billy asked.
“It's an old drink made in my home in Tuscany called
Lee-mon-chey-low. That's his name, sir,” Marcus said. “And them
ancient critters I hear Master Billy and his men talk about sent
you to me as a gift?” he asked Lemoncello.
“If you you will have me, sir, I would be proud and honored to
serve you and your young assistant,” Lemoncello replied.
“Want you? Of course I want you, but what would happen if someone
was to deny you, Son?” Marcus asked.
“I would be taken back to Retikki Prime and terminated, sir,”
“Jesus H. Christ, of course I want you!” Marcus exclaimed, “I
would never allow something like that to happen to such a handsome
creature,” Marcus threw his arms around Lemoncello and wept, “What
kind of fuck'n universe are we living in?” he wailed.
“Gees, Marcus, I can certainly empathize with your feelings and
appreciate your own healthy empathy for Lemoncello, but remember,
we just rescued you from the pit of death. I'm amazed you asked
that question? You, Odin, and Erin above everyone gathered in this
room should understand there are people and intelligent creatures
still living in untenable situation in every part of our world,
perhaps even the universe, but on an individual basis, there ain't
much we can do about it; however, I don't think Lemoncello's
situation is as bad as it might sound. I will share with you two
similar incidents, other experiences which might make you
reconsider your thoughts. By the same token, we ain't shared
everything we know about your ultimate fate if we left you in
“Blue and Baby Blue know, and may share with you at some later
time when you're stronger and ready to listen. We can only correct
one wrong at a time, but the more resources we build and bonded
family members we gather the more we can do. You must never lose
sight, you were brought among us not only for yourself, but for
your new family, and to help create a more gentle understanding
society, the likes of which, has never been seen on Earth before.
You done the right thing by accepting Lemoncello. It's a major
step in the right direction for you and tells me you will fit in
here even better than I might have hoped. I don't think you will
be disappointed by your decision to take on a new family member. I
know I never have been,” Billy said.
“I meant no disrespect, Master Billy, only deepest empathy for my
new friend, and as you described him, my new family member,”
“None taken, Marcus. We understand. There are others still in
prison who are there only for minor drug charges or political
reasons and being branded as terrorist for standing up and
speaking out about the abuses of their constitutional rights.
That's why we must create a new society and live a different
statement. We must cast off the failures of the past and learn to
live in harmony with each other and the nature of our world where
everyone may have the same chance to progress, but those less
gifted or whose lives have become complicated and wounded by the
slings and arrows of hard lives, should neither be punished by
circumstances nor made to live in abject poverty,” Billy said.
Billy didn't elaborate on the similar situation he, Boomer, and
indirectly Nick, experienced with Boomer's uncles. He was wise
enough to realize everything was being recorded, and he didn't
wish to cause them any further embarrassment. He would relate the
story later to Marcus when they were out of sync with time and
space in a separate dimension, like the cloakroom, where
communication devices of any kind other than telepathy fail to
He never discussed it with Nick, because his surrogate dad was
still under the impression he would be terminated if he didn't
conform with the old universal law he must become Billy's slave
because the young cowboy saved his life. Billy was wise enough he
hoped from other visits and communications from his uncle-in-laws
the ancient form of intimidation would be done away with. If not
squelched completely, it should be downgraded to an individual
choice to obey the old ways or live with the guilt. Even to agree
to live as an indentured slave to a good master for a period of
time would be better than termination.
* * * * * * *
The rest of the day was spent touring the other building projects.
Billy and his posse were joined by Bubba, Brute, Grover, Jack and
Marcus's new family member, Lemoncello, who eventually became
known as 'Lemond.' (Pronounced: Lee-mond) as Marcus would refer to
him in his Tuscany dialect. Names have a way of transmogrifying
until they find a comfortable niche. The three newest members were
agog at the rest of Master Billy's projects and listened intently
to conversations the men were carrying on. Billy asked Bubba how
things were going on his ranch.
“Tolerable, right tolerable, Brother,” Bubba replied and smiled.
Jack and Grover looked at each other and laughed.
“Is he telling me the truth, Gentlemen,” Billy asked Bubba's close
“He's gonna' find out sooner or later, Bubba,” Grover said.
“We got some new projects going. You remember about a month ago
you weren't here, and I asked your Uncle Nate to let me in the
safe to get a couple of things from my uncle's strong box?” Bubba
“Yeah, vaguely. I remember Uncle Nathan said something to me. I
didn't pay it much mind. I figured you got a right to your uncle's
papers and knew what you were doing,” Billy said.
“I remembered a paper Uncle Brad left on top in an envelope about
categories and learning instruction. Aunt Helen was still in your
main house at the time, and I asked her to reduce what I wanted,
put it into a file on a thumb-drive so's I could peruse them off
line. She done a good job, and I been going through his plans for
the ranch he never shared with me nor took the time to implement.
You wouldn't believe some of his ideas, but the best part is,
after the awakening of my enhancements when I was a kid on Retikki
Prime, I could understand them. I mean down to the mathematical
calculations and projections. I got plans to implement them but
before I do it, I need to build me some more living quarters for
more Irin workers, if you can spare them,” Bubba said.
“I'll certainly be happy to talk with you about it and work
something out. Would it help us and the other ranches as well?”
“Absolutely!” Jack said and Grover agreed with him, “How to make a
ranch an enormous organic food creator and recycling machine which
uses nothing but natural means to accomplish its goals,” Jack
“Incredible stuff, from free energy, to the actual creation of
fertile lands from rocky soils, to creating your own atmosphere to
control the weather. Each ranch could become a microcosm of
perfectly healthy paradises of food production and growth. It's
all right there in Brad Kirkendall's papers in black and white.
Ain't no doubt in my mind it could be accomplished with minimal
investment and physical work. After a certain point, you make the
ranch itself take over the work, and if minimally tended will
operate efficiently for years,” said Grover.
“What if we set up your place to be a prototype?” Billy asked.
“That's what we's hope'n for, Master Billy. We already got us some
projects underway, but before much longer, we're gonna' need extra
help,” Bubba said.
“When can we come over and take a look?” Billy asked.
“Anytime you can get away. We know you got your mind on rescuing
the rest of Captain Nick's brothers, and if we can be of help let
us know,” Bubba said.
“We will, and I'm really looking forward to seeing what you got
going. Can you men stay for supper?” Billy asked.
“Sure, we ain't got nothing scheduled for this evening. We'll let
David and Cleet have the place to themselves. They sometimes like
to go down to the old barn and share a meal with their Watcher
family,” Bubba replied.
Billy and his posse came upon a group of cowboys working with the
regular cattle. Working just as steady and hard as the other men
were Master Billy's three punishment slaves, Orville, Harley-Buck,
and Earl Hickson. They were dressed in their usual harnesses and
cod pieces with boots and hat. Billy wouldn't allow them to wear
their plugs until after they finished work for the day. It was
dangerous enough working as cowboys to add one more difficulty to
the equation. Billy learned his lesson with Harley-Buck. The big
cowboy-slave wore his rings with pride. He even made Orville feel
proud of his rings. Naturally, Marcus wanted to know about them
and why two wore rings, but the other one didn't. Billy explained
the difference between regular volunteer slaves and punishment
He was originally going to have every punishment slave ringed, but
he changed his mind after Erin came to the ranch. He explained, he
figured Erin suffered enough in prison, he didn't need any other
signs he was a punishment slave. Everyone knew it, but treated him
with the same respect as everyone else. Harley-Buck, on the other
hand, risked his life to save a runaway pony's life and asked to
be rewarded by a set. Billy granted his wish and made up his mind
at the time, he would only ring those who wanted to be ringed as a
reward for something above and beyond the call of duty. Marcus and
Wilbur shared their admiration for Orville and Harley-Buck's body
It was getting late in the day and Billy called for his slaves to
knock off work and clean up for the evening. They wanted to see
Marcus and Wilbur back to the ship. Billy invited Wilbur to have
supper up to the big house with him and his guests, but Wilbur
graciously declined. He wanted to stay with Marcus and see him
through his fledging. Billy smiled at the young cowboy, “You're
pretty taken with that old ex-con, ain't chu, Cowboy?” he asked
rhetorically. Billy already knew the answer.
“I will never lie to my master, but there may be things you don't
understand, Master Billy. I've dreamed about someone like Marcus
to come along and love me for a very long time. I knew it was
Marcus the first time I looked upon his face. I don't know why. I
ain't particularly good. I try to help when I can, but for some
reason, he's been sent to me. I know he's much older than I am,
but since you refurbished him, he could be my older brother or –”
Wilbur didn't complete his sentence, and blushed.
“Your Dad, Wilbur?” Billy asked.
“Yes, sir. I don't even know if he might be interested in me, but
I have to try, sir. I need Marcus, and I think he needs me, Master
Billy. When we were talking about your projects, it was like we
were working as a team,” Wilbur said more assured of himself that
he ever was before.
“I won't argue the point. I think you need each other. I been
where you are right now. I think that's why you and I become
brothers. Neither of us really had no dad to speak of. My Granddad
was taken away from me when I was ten. My Uncle Nate was good to
me, but he never tried to be no dad. Them ancient races done sent
me Captain Nick to become my surrogate dad. I won't presume to
advise you, Son, but hold some back for yourself. I worry about
you getting hurt. I don't think you will be. There are too many
signs you and Marcus were brought together for a purpose, and as
soon as he fledges, I will know for sure. Go with him, but take it
slow. He's an old hand at dealing with young men. Listen to him
and let him train you. You'll be glad you did,” Billy said wishing
the young cowboy well. Billy was trying to be a big brother, but
reminded himself, he was only a year older than Wilbur. He worried
he might be unwittingly sending mixed messages to the young man.
Billy left Marcus, Wilbur, and Lemond with Odin and Baby Blue in
their apartment. They were getting ready to go down to the dining
hall for supper. “Do you plan to stay with Marcus through his
fledging, Son?” he asked Wilbur.
“Yes, sir, I helped with Sheriff Andreeson and Gower's fledging
and cut them both. If I have any problems, Master Oatie and
Project Manager Jethro are joining us for supper. Beside, I got
Odin and Erin in the same apartment with us. They'll give a call
if we need help, sir. Thank you for trusting me, Master Billy,”
“Of course I trust you, Son. I have faith in you, and I know
you're capable. Marcus is in good, loving hands. I just hope he
realizes how lucky he is,” Billy replied knowing in his heart he
was being foolish. He just couldn't help mother-hen, Wilbur. Their
pasts were so much alike, Billy felt a strong connection. He
wanted desperately for it to work out for the young cowboy.
Nick raked Billy's ass over the coals when they were alone
together, and they weren't even in Kagoli form. “Some things you
can't control, Kemosabe. It just might be the greatest union of
two souls we may ever have a chance to witness. Maybe even greater
than Gilgamesh and Enkidu, and they weren't even of the same
species. They both have suffered pretty singular lives. I'm
betting the merging of two singularities will create a whole new
universe for them two more wonderful than all them stars we
created from our bell ringing sessions combined,” Nick predicted,
“Tomorrow will tell the tale when we see his wings,” Nick said
like the voice of a prophet.
* * * * * * *
The kitchen staff went out of their way to fix a special supper
with one of their charges getting ready to fledge into a
Cowboy-Angel and with Jethro and Master Oatie Breedlove as the
guests of the staff and village people. Everyone was in a good
mood and anticipating great things with the news Master Marcus and
Master Wilbur would be working closely with them. In a more
mundane consideration, it meant they could take on three, maybe
even four more kitchen-dining room staff to help with the extra
work. There would be a goodly increase in their weekly salaries,
as well. They couldn't have been more happy. Jethro was beside
himself he was finally getting the help he needed and could
concentrate more on his job and not have to be interrupted when
called out to the site upwards of five to ten times a day to
direct traffic and settle disputes.
As the men were laughing and having a good time, the giants wanted
to know who would be joining them in the tubs after supper. Almost
every hand went up from the group. Jethro waited for his master's
input. Through Jethro's stories of his work, Oatie came to
appreciate office politics and the hierarchy of benevolent control
to gain maximum cooperation from your staff. Sometimes schmoozing
with your family of employees went a long way to form strong bonds
and strengthen allegiances. He knew Jethro wanted to stay for a
while to cement relations with his staff and the heads of the new
positions of 'Yard-dog' and 'Pup.'
Oatie still had their honeymoon ahead to look forward to, and he
knew if Marcus and Wilbur were firmly entrenched in their
positions, Jethro would be more at ease and able to devote himself
fully to their romantic get-away. He wanted his husband's full
attention and not have him worrying about work. It was an easy
decision for Oatie. He enjoyed the diversity of the giants and the
other odd-ball characters housed in the castle. They were becoming
a close lot, and he always wanted to be included in their inner
circle as well as being the husband of one of their most popular
The men came down to the steaming tubs and the grooms were there
to accommodate anyone wanting Texas Tea or to be groomed for the
evening. Odin and Baby Blue provided Wilbur and Marcus with robes
to wear down the back stairs. It was warm and everyone went
barefooted. Marcus went off to his bedroom and invited Wilbur to
join him to change. Wilbur followed dutifully like he wanted
Marcus to be in charge. They removed their clothes, and in a
moment of hesitation, then exasperation, they turned to look upon
each other. Wilbur stood looking at the fullness of Marcus's
massive body and large appendage, with correspondingly ample
testicles, and the young cowboy almost became light headed. Marcus
was equally impressed by the enhanced package Master Billy
bestowed upon his younger brother, but the big, mature man wasn't
seeing Wilbur's handsome, fully packed body. Marcus was projecting
ahead in his mind three years down the road and watched as his
imagination turned Wilbur's firm body into a that of a young god.
Marcus knew he could do it. It was only a matter of time,
encouragement, cooperation, and leadership on his part. He was
stunned by what he saw.
He opened his huge arms to Wilbur. “Is it too early to get a
brotherly hug and a kiss from my caretaker this evening?” he
Wilbur was in his arms in an instant and they kissed a gentle
kiss. It was perfect. They held each other as they both became
erect. “Do not fear me, Little One. I promise I will never take
advantage of you,” Marcus said and sealed his troth with another
gentle kiss, “Thank you, Son, now let's join the others,” he said
and Wilbur complied. They donned their robes and walked down the
stairs followed by Lemond. The grooms automatically took Lemond
aside. They took him to the showers. Cleaned him from top to
bottom, blow dried him, and combed out his fine thick hair and
powdered him for his evening of seeing to his master.
The men spent a relaxed time in the tubs. Marcus and Wilbur didn't
say much. They sat holding hands under the water. They weren't
fooling anyone, but everyone was empathetic and thrilled for them.
After an hour or so Wilbur asked Marcus to lean forward. The hot
water masked any pain he might be feeling, but his wing-nubs were
swollen to the point of popping through the surface of his skin.
The others saw it and marveled. Oatie came to look and decided
they should get Marcus upstairs to his bed as soon as possible.
Wilbur wouldn't let him put on his robe. He explained, it would
only irritate the skin, and Marcus didn't need to be modest when
he was among family. Marcus smiled to himself from the authority
and strength of purpose his young keeper displayed. He dutifully
obeyed his smaller companion. Master Oatie and Jethro followed the
men up the stairs to Odin and Erin's apartment and to Marcus's
They got Lemond in bed first and instructed Marcus to lay in his
beast's arms and began to drink his milk. Marcus didn't ask any
questions, he did as he was told, and was amazed at how
comfortable and relaxed he became in Lemond's great arms. His
beast's milk was wonderful and the great Watcher-Protector began
to sing to Marcus which took away any fear, apprehension, or pain.
Oatie came along to supervise, and motioned for Wilbur to do the
cutting. He knew the young Cowboy-Angel was skilled. It was a
relatively simple operation and Wilbur was sure of himself;
however, he did ask Master Oatie to follow his cuts and heal them
instantly. Oatie agreed. The cutting of Marcus took only a few
minutes. The bloody nubs of his new wings popped-up through the
skin and began to grow. Wilbur placed his hand on the back of
Marcus's head and put him into a deep sleep. Lemond licked and
cleaned his master with his large black tongue, but Marcus's ship
already set sail for the land of nod; a land of peace and
regeneration. He remembered nothing until he heard the voice of
young Wilbur calling softly for him the next morning.
Confident the young master had everything under control for a
successful fledging for another one of Master Billy's
Cowboy-Angels, everyone left and Wilbur relaxed in the large
overstuffed chair next to Marcus's bed. After pulling a sheet and
a light blanket over Marcus and Lemond, he relaxed in the inviting
chair and drifted off to sleep. He dreamed peaceful dreams and
didn't wake until he felt a hand take his. Wilbur awoke and looked
down to see Marcus holding his hand, but he was still fast asleep
in Lemond's arms. Wilbur didn't let go and drifted off to sleep to
join his new friend. Wilbur was transported to a beautiful seaside
where the sun was shining bright and sea birds were flying,
calling to each other as the waves made a gentle sound as they
dashed themselves against the great rocks which formed a cove and
a private beach. Wilbur was holding Marcus in his arms as the huge
Tuscan man's massive new wings grew into place. He suddenly
realized Lemond was kindly sharing the wonderful experience with
him. Lemond's gesture of compassion by including the young human
told Wilbur the great beast was not to be feared as an adversary
but to be considered a blessing as a strong ally.
* * * * * * *
Wilbur and Lemond managed to get Marcus dressed in his Wranglers
and cowboy boots, but he would have to wear his new wings down to
breakfast. Wilbur volunteered to bring him a tray from the dining
hall, but Marcus was determined he could join the rest of his
family. He was working hard, trying to learn to stand and walk
with the heavy appendages. He couldn't understand the strange
smile, almost a smirk, young Wilbur wore on his face. He chalked
it up to an unspoken tease that the young man probably adjusted
quicker. Wilbur's smile had nothing to do with teasing.
Anxious to see how Marcus was coming along, Billy and his family
transported to Captain Nick's ship and went directly to Odin and
Erin's apartment. Erin met them at the door and explained Big Blue
and Lemond were walking Marcus back and forth to get him
accustomed to balancing the considerable weight of his new wings.
Erin ushered the men and Boomer into the room. Billy caught sight
of Marcus's wings and almost broke up laughing when he felt his
pa's elbow in his ribs and quickly caught himself. “Sweet Jesus,
Marcus couldn't you have grow'd a prettier set of wings?” Billy
teased him. They were actually quite beautiful. They were a light
power blue color, changing to deeper blues, and finally deep
indigo hue; almost black toward the tips of his feathers around
the edges. The were exactly like Wilbur's wings.
“I did my best, sir, but blue is my favorite color and to my way
of thinking the combination is very handsome,” Marcus replied.
“I'm only kidding, Master Marcus. They are a strikingly handsome
pair of wings. You should be very proud of them,” Billy said.
“I am, sir, and I'm beginning to feel more accustomed to them. If
I take it slow and have a great beast on both arms, Lemond and
Boomer perhaps, I think I can make it to breakfast,” he said
“You need food, then come back up here with your family, drink
more watcher milk, and relax for a while. There's nothing urgent
for today so you can take it easy,” Billy said and motioned for
Boomer to take Odin's place to give the big man a bit more
“Have you men told him yet?” Billy quietly asked Wilbur.
“No, sir, we ain't had the nerve. I told Master Odin and Erin I
wanted your support and approval before we told him anything,”
“Tell me what, Young'un?” Marcus asked Wilber.
“Go ahead-on, Son, show him,” Billy urged Wilbur.
The young cowboy removed his western shirt, disappeared for a
second, and reappeared fully fledged with his heavy black leather
harness. Wilbur's wings were an exact copy of Marcus's.
“Hosanna!” said Erin in awe.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” replied the rest of the men.
“Oh, my God! Was this your doing, Son?” Marcus took Wilbur into
his arms and held him tight.
“I can assure you, Wilbur had nothing to do with the color of your
wings, Master Marcus,” Billy said firmly, “This was planned by
higher powers than we got as a message to all of us. You may
interpret it anyway you like, but to me it's a strong admonishment
not to try to second guess or interfere with their plans or
wishes. What does it say to you, Master Marcus?” Billy asked.
“We were meant for one another. They want us to be together,” he
replied quietly and stole a kiss from Wilbur.
“I'd say it was a pretty sure bet. Every paired couple in our
family, their wings are the same,” Billy said.
“Really? Blue and Baby Blue?” Marcus asked. They shook their heads
in unison. “Well, I'll be damned,” he said quietly.
“No, you been blessed,” Billy contradicted him and everyone
* * * * * * *
Boomer helped Lemond walk Marcus down the stairs into the dining
hall. Everyone stopped what they were doing to see the new
Cowboy-Angel's wings and applauded their approval. Billy and his
family said their goodbyes and promised to check on his progress
later in the day. They transported to the big house to have
breakfast with their family. Billy and his immediate family no
sooner arrived when the phone rang in the kitchen.
Nathan answered. “Daniels Ranch, Nathan speaking,” he said and
listened for a minute, “Sure, Sheriff, he's here. Just a minute,”
Nathan said and handed Billy the phone.
“Good morning, Sheriff, what can I do for you, sir?” Billy asked.
“Me, Dad, and ma' little brother come into town early to have
breakfast at Willow Creek before I start my day. We ain't even got
to the restaurant yet. They's a mature cowboy in an older truck,
Montana license plates, a double horse trailer, two horses, and
two cow dogs in the bed parked in front of the station. We stopped
to see if he was in trouble or needed emergency help. He's fine.
He just wanted instructions how to get out to your place. Seems
the Watchers in his area of Montana done told him you was rounding
up some giants; men of old; men of renown; said you would
understand, and his name is Zeke Mildew,” Will Tate said with
merriment in his voice.
“Did you tell him you's one of our posse?” Billy asked.
“I didn't tell him nothing 'cept I'd give you a call,” Will
replied and giggled.
“Why don't you men drive out and have breakfast wiff' us and have
him follow? We'll wait for you,” Billy suggested.
“Sounds like a plan. I like Ms. Kate's cook'n better'n Willow
Creek's any day,” Will said and laughed.
Will walked back over to the men with a big grin on his face. “We
been invited out to the Daniels ranch for breakfast, Gentlemen.
So, if you just follow us, Mr. Mildew, we'll take you out there.
H'it ain't a fur piece,” Will said in his best cowboy lingo. He
knew the old man would pick up on it.
“Is you men some of Master Daniels boys, Son?” Zeke asked in a
“We are, sir, we been enhanced and each have fledged. You got a
Watcher in the back of your truck, sir?” Will asked and smiled.
“E'aup, he's in the back wiff' ma' dogs. He's been my Protector
for over two hun'nert years. I call him 'Pooh Bear,'” the cowboy
replied. “You think they might have a few scraps for him and ma'
cow-dogs, sir?” he asked.
“They'll fix you up, Brother Mildew. You can take my word for it,
they's good folks. You'll like them,” Will said and smiled.
“If'n they's anything like you and your family, I'm sure I will,
Son,” Zeke complimented Will.
“Why, thank you, sir. Just follow us out, and we'll tell the guard
cattle to let you pass,” Will said.
“Irin cattle?” Zeke asked.
“Yes, sir,” Will replied.
Zeke smiled, tipped his hat, and headed for his truck. He followed
the Tates out to the Daniels ranch.
“Do ya'll think Billy will fall in love with him or what?” Will
Tate asked his family on the way out.
“He should! They speak the same language,” Buster said, and they
shared a laugh.
When Billy hung up the phone, he explained a need for a brief
delay of breakfast as the Sheriff was coming with his family and
an old cowboy from Montana what says he's one of the Fallen Angels
and traveled all the way to join up with us,” Billy said.
“What's his name, Son,” Nick asked.
“Will said he called himself Zeke Mildew,” Billy replied.
“Ezekiel!” exclaimed Nick. Clyde and Balthazar and the other
family angels agreed it must be him.*
“He's one of the Archangels. I heard he went to live among the
indigenous people in the new world to escape the roundup. He
became a great medicine man to several tribes. They called their
healers 'midews'; probably, because they didn't have an 'L' sound
in their language at the time. 'Mildew' comes down from earliest
languages as the morning moisture on plants the Sumerians thought
had healing properties and prolonged life,” Nick explained.
“It will be good to see him again, “Clyde said, “He was one of the
most rebellious of our brothers and was always getting his'self
into trouble for trying to help humans have a better life. Ezekiel
was put down and severely punished by our reptilian overlords;
however, later he was assigned as one of the Archangels to lead
the round up to place us in stasis. Instead of complying and
betraying us, he went from one to the other to tell us what they
planned to do. Only a handful believed him and either hastily made
other plans or were physically removed by other advanced races.
It's only because of Zeke we're here today. He was the one who
went to the Grigori and Irin to seek their help,” Clyde finished.
Billy and his men met the Tates and Zeke Mildew in the compound.
There were many brotherly hugs, heavy-duty pats on the back,
tears, swearing, and stolen kisses from Billy's Angels, Nick,
Clyde, Cowboy Andy, Mack, Garth, Balthazar. Slipweasel and Rumdum
were living on the ship and were taking their meals with the
giants in the dining hall. The Daniels Cowboy-Angel family was
growing too large to accommodate everyone in the main house. The
men went into breakfast. Boomer already ate his breakfast, and
Billy dispatched him and the McMartin watcher, Caesar, to take
some slave chow out to Zeke's Watcher and cow dogs in the back of
his truck. Zeke was introduced around and given a warm Hill
Country welcome by everyone. They talked about many things.
Learning what he could from his own Angels about Zeke, Billy
assumed the mature cowboy might know more than his group about the
politics of the final days of the early Angels and their ultimate
fate. He wanted to know what happened to the Angels who were the
muscle for the overlords and responsible for the final round-up of
“Using your own applicable metaphor for the combination of the two
terms, I'm sorry to say, I was once considered one of the
overlord's main muscle-men Cowboy-Angels. We not only had to carry
out their every order, we also got caught in the back-draft from
the fallout of their stupidity and mistakes. They were asking
those who were created for a specific purpose to perform other
functions which weren't included in our original programming. We
found ourselves between a rock and a hard place. We were damned if
we did and many thought we were twice as damned if we didn't.
“We discovered something about the evolutionary path of humans our
overlords didn't know, and it's my belief not one of us ever
shared it with them. Later they found out for themselves and began
to investigate by abducting people and putting them through
horrible tests and monitoring them. Over the centuries, man
evolved a bi-cameral brain which, in many ways, was superior to
the overlord's. However, one must not forget the overlords had
thousands of years longer to evolve into their own civilizations,
but they knew they were heading for extinction because they began
to mess with their own genes until they created a society of a
staunch cast system where there were only a handful who knew
everything and only allowed so many of their kind and various
subordinate worker classes to survive. Thus came all the myths of
Gods living on Olympus who only existed to be worshiped and
manipulate the peasants living on Earth under their thumbs.
"No matter how you look at any religion, it's always the same,
from multiple gods, to one supreme deity. They gather all the
wealth, be it money or precious metals, and power unto themselves,
and they dictate their desires and wisdom, if any, to the unwashed
masses struggling to survive and pull themselves up from the
primordial mud. It's been imprinted on the human mind for so many
centuries, when you get a greatly divided society like we have
today, you will still find the more fearful and conservative of
the peasants fighting tooth and nail to protect the one or two
percent who have managed to manipulate, rob, and steal from the
middle class and the poor. It was planned that way from the
beginning. It's genetically imprinted on their minds. Robin Hoods
will not be tolerated.
“The biggest mistake the reptilian overlords made, was to cancel
out all random mutations in themselves until they reached what
they considered a pure and perfect race of beings. Talk about bad
planning. There is no such thing as perfection within a species.
Mutations can cause terribly flawed offspring or create others of
awesome beauty and advanced understanding who may be able to tap
into visions of greater things to come. To reach a point where a
minority of any society decides everything is prefect like it is,
and there shall be no more evolving, is the height of hubris and
the horror of conservative thinking.
The poor dears didn't just forget how to evolve, they engineered
it out of their evolution. By doing so, they signed their own
death warrants. Even after they began to observe the huge jumps in
intelligence in humans, they lost the ability to understand the
need for themselves. They just never could quite grasp the idea of
evolution and evolving. Their race, though highly advanced,
reached a point they never varied in their approach to problems or
developed a greater understanding of the universe. For the sake of
ultimate control they gave up natural selection and settled for a
bag of sameness in which they never changed. They gave the term
'status quo' new dimensions. It might even be called 'stagnant
“Us angels were basically made to be meat and muscle machines;
highly intelligent information processors, but being organic in
origin and construct, we came fully functional except for
procreation. We possessed the built-in ability to evolve and grow
into far more than the purpose for which they bought us. We had
the ability to have every emotion and soon learned right and
wrong, empathy, compassion, and even love. We also learned to
reason and hate. Our purpose was to act as prison guards for the
masses of humans who were created to be nothing more than slaves
and work animals to rob their planet of its mineral riches and
magnetic engine materials for the overlords which they greatly
needed for their vehicles.
"Education, arts, music, drama, literature, science, mathematics,
philosophy, and even the more metaphysical parts of religions will
slowly begin to advance a civilization and ultimately project it
into another realm of consciousness. The reptiles and the grays
gave up those things for the sake of undying uniformity; for the
sake of sameness; austerity at its worst. They became artless and
forgot how to create and appreciate beauty. What pleasure is there
to live forever if you have no art? If you create nothing and
become a parasite to the ethos? The mere creation of a work, be it
music, painting, crafts, writing novels, poems, plays, singing,
dancing, or celebrating life by being an excellent and talented
coder or care taker, connects you with the universe, and a part of
you, the God-head within you understands what you create, will
live forever. No information is ever lost, even if a black hole
was to swallow up our galaxy tomorrow. What you create today will
still be retrievable eons from now.*
"And for the last ten thousand years the reptiles have been
observing and studying humans trying to reintroduce into their
biology the things which make up the human 'soul,' but they have
failed miserably. It's too late for them. You can't jump-start
genius. It only comes about by evolution. Basically, they have
engineered themselves into oblivion. They can only keep recreating
themselves like ginger bread men out of an oven who will look
alike and act the same without any motivating force other than to
be workers or remain overlords. They have become a parasitic race
contributing nothing to the universe. The reptilians have three
classes, and they have three models of grays. The royal class of
reptilians control everything, then the scientific 'doctor' class,
and servant class. They are immortal in the sense they can
transfer their intelligence from an old body to a new one and so
can their scientific class. The servant class ain't allowed new
bodies. They are grown and trained. When their time is up or their
model becomes obsolete, they are terminated; and by terminated, I
"The grays have the same cast society; the large-bodied manager
class; the intermediate sized 'doctor' class, and the small
drones. All classes are expendable, but the manager class and
scientific class live much longer lives than drones. The drones
are expendable and can be grown in quantities. They have limited
intelligence transferred to them while they're still in the
growing vats. When they get too old, they just round them up and
push them into a vat of a strong biological acid which recycles
their chemicals to create another generation of gray drones.
Endless recycling of one kind cancels any need for evolution, but
it becomes stagnant with no art greater than control and endless
boredom. Alas, without art, they lost the ability to jump-start
their evolution engines. They have become a hive mentality, which
ain't really fair to compare with some of the more evolved hive
critters in every galaxy. The honey bee is a work of perfection.
Most hive insects on Earth are still capable of evolving unless
the chemical overlords of man wipe them out first.
"The reptilian critters created the grays to have a hive mindset
and only exist for the sake of the whole without an ounce of
consideration for themselves. They are drones with no emotions or
feelings for any species other than a dedication to work, protect,
and provide for their overlords. We were bought in hopes of
becoming 'messengers' or go-betweens for the overlords to the
people. Did we appear as snakes to Eve in the garden? No. The
concept of metaphors is the basis for most religious myths, and
like everything invented by any society, will be biased by
political ideals and installed as truth, by force if necessary, by
the most repressive part of society. It is carefully structured to
insure and support the conservative minority's strangle hold for
their selfish purposes of what is and what is not allowed to be
believed. While there may be a grain of truth to some myths, most
are products of overwrought imagination or purposely created to
manipulate the masses. Once a 'true believer' has decided to
switch off his 'reason' gene, he is committing suicide; not only
for himself, but also for his children, and the rest of society at
large. He has essentially joined the parasitic race.
“Your Captain has suffered the brunt of the guilt for nasty
political propaganda created over the centuries. He was singled
out as the heavy in the creation story of humans due to
ultra-conservative minds writing history to insure their point of
view. Hell, we were all guilty of the same thing, but if slanted
partisan propaganda and downright lies can make saints out of
low-life scum like Ronald Reagan and the lowest-growing shrub of
the Bush family, why should it be surprising an Angel with a good
heart and a liberal mind can be made to play the role of a Demon
Monster? There again, you get different readings from ancient
texts and no two agree. One writing says the Devil was punished by
casting him into a fiery pit for eternity and another says he's
the Dark Angel who rules over Hell. You can't have it both ways.
However, maybe Hell wouldn't be such a bad gig. All the fun people
are going to be there anyway,” Zeke said and everyone laughed.
“Why is Nick sometimes portrayed as a Demon and other times as a
snake in the garden?” Billy asked.
“The bible and most religious writing are biased not toward the
message of the Christ or a messiah but cleverly written to admire
and encourage the worst parts of the reptilian overlords. Us
Fallen Angels were accused of taking the daughters of men as wives
and having children with them what turned out to be giants. That
would have been a neat trick, but every damn one of us is mules.
We have the equipment and can do the dirty deed, but we can't
multiply our kind. If we could, there was always the possibility
we could multiply too quickly, grow into a larger society and
become a threat to the overlords. It was all a lie to cover up the
genetic failures the overlords made with their hybridization
programs. There again, it depends on who writes the history or
tells the tales around a campfire to be passed on to younger
generations. Most of the major religious writings were created
from myths and stories told by shamans and each adds or subtracts
depending on his point of view,” he added.
“The snake is the symbol for the lowest of creatures. 'He shall
crawl on his belly like a snake for the rest of his days,' the
bible say, but it's pretty obvious that's the way the early church
fathers wanted Samu'el represented. If you research the subject of
Satan or the Devil on the Undernet with one a them
'lectro-willie-gates machines you will find hundreds of references
with different names attributed to Demons with specialized powers
associated with Lucifer or any of the many other names he's known
by. It makes you wonder how many Demons does it take to keep them
lawyers in line,” Zeke said and got a groan out of several of the
cowboys. Everyone laughed at them.
“You must have some lawyers in your family, Master Billy,” Zeke
observed and grinned.
“Two and one judge, sir,” Billy replied.
Zeke continued his story, “The truth about the garden of E-dan is,
the earliest humans were told not to eat certain foods because
their overlords were worried the enzymes might possibly trip
sensitive genetic information within the slaves what would make
them more 'aware' of their situations of being a slave race, and
they might rebel. Of course it's all right for them reptilian
overlords to kidnap men, women, and children to do their tests on,
genetically alter young kids, kill and eat them for food,
impregnate women, and steal their babies for their research trying
to create a hybrid race to fulfill their needs, and eating their
“Early humans longed for more than they experienced in one
dreadful life as a slave. It triggered a spark of evolutionary
leaps and para-psychological advances their creators didn't
expect. Humans developed an extrasensory subconscious which
anchored them to a greater realm of consciousness than their
masters ever considered. In fact, some speculate the reptiles and
the grays have no concept of it due to their deeply-centered
concentration of self, lack of compassion, and artlessness. It's a
concept they just cain't seem to grasp. But it just ain't humans
what surprised them. Every creature on Earth of higher
intelligence displays compassion for their young, their family
group, and lasting bonds created by affection between species is
not unusual. If you ever owned a dog or a horse, you understand;
to say nothing of having a bonded Watcher-Protector by your side.
I swear ever' dang one a' them's been imprinted with a Jesus
complex without the schmaltz of Ruth's
'whither-thou-goest-routine.' I defy you to find a more pure form
of love and affection in any other critter.
“Humans began to develop another consciousness they refer to, for
lack of a better term, as their 'soul,' which is universal in
concept and eternal in scope. It has been recently confirmed by my
contacts, the human psyche is coming into sync with the rest of
the universe, but there are still those of lesser development
severely lacking in compassion for their fellow man who still
believe, cling to, and are highly influenced by the life choking
conservative religions set into place by the overlords who have
been indirectly ruling and monitoring this planet for over ten
thousand years. The humans who fail to make an attempt to
understand and change, will be the ones on the wrong side of
history. They will be the ones left behind,” Zeke said.
“What finally triggered the Angel Rebellion, sir?” Billy asked.
“The reasons for the Angel Rebellion weren't difficult to
understand or predict. Basically, we had more in common with
humans than we did the overlords. Like step-parents, we did
everything we could to encourage them to eat more fruits and
vegetables, and we tried to help make their lives more bearable by
teaching them to be resourceful, take care of themselves and one
another. For those reasons, and several others, the overlords
decided to terminate the Angel-Human program.
That's when the monkey got his tail caught in the fan, and all
Hell broke loose. They have no emotions. They were very blunt, and
there was no reasoning with them. They declared our services were
no longer needed, and they were going to place us in mothballs
until they found another use for us. They asked us to betray our
own brothers; the only family we knew. As a matter of fact, one of
the first of our brothers to sell us out was named Betray-el.
“Why do all the angels have -el tacked onto the end of their
names?” Billy asked.
“Remember the Ford Model A and T. The designation 'el' on the end
of our names meant we were of the same model of a manufactured lot
just like they do cars today. It was to designate we were bought
and owned by “El” the head reptilian overlord. He was also the god
of the Canaanites from which came the Israelites, later known as
the Jews. The Jews moved away from the people of their origins and
named their country after three gods, Isis, Ra, and El. It is a
well known fact, they were originally polytheist and only became
monotheist after separating themselves from the Canaanites. The
Hebrew bible speaks of God's wife Asherah in several places. Why
would a god need a wife? Of the rebellious Angels, there was only
one who didn't have the suffix designation -el and his name was
Metatron. He was a rank above us and considered our general to
make sure El's wishes were carried out. At the last, there were
six Archangels; Me, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Sama-el;
not to be confused with Samu-el or Captain Nick. Samuel was
originally one of the first Archangels, but he was demoted due to
his compassionate work with the humans. There was one other with
us, an immortal man with superpowers named Sandalphon. He chose to
stand with us.
“When the majority of the so-called fallen angels were rounded up,
except for a dozen or more, and placed in stasis, the seven of us
who stood alone afterward found ourselves being double-crossed.
They told us we were also to be imprisoned in a special place
until we were needed again; which we realized, very probably,
meant never. Metatron was overcome and was being held by the
reptiles. I was more suspicious than my mates, but I managed to
talk them into keeping an ace up their sleeves; a trap door, just
in case we found ourselves in an untenable situation. They were
weary enough they listened to me and agreed. Good thing they did.
Part of our plan was to save our ramrod Metatron. We never told
him about no backup plan, so if it didn't work, he could claim he
didn't know nothing about it. Then, too, we was just a mite uneasy
about where his loyalties lay. We reached an impasse negotiating
with the reptiles. It was an in-your-face stalemate with much
posturing and threats from both sides.
“The only way the overlords would allow us to escape was if
Metatron willingly surrendered himself to them. They were under
the mistaken understanding, us Angels were like them and their
hive-mentality hierarchy; that is, without their top overlords
their underlings would fall apart and cease to function. They
didn't know no better, and we certainly weren't gonna' tell them
no different. Metatron was disillusioned and deeply hurt by our
lack of support for him, but after everything was said and done, I
think he understood we didn't have no choice. If we didn't take a
stand, the reptilian overlords would seal us up forever. If we
made it to freedom, perhaps we could one day rescue him and the
rest of our brothers.
In deep disappointment and extreme frustration, he wept, but he
surprised us. They were crocodile tears. It was a performance for
the reptiles and the grays. Metatron was a brave Angel and became
our hero. He ultimately sacrificed himself for us, but he refused
to submit and go quietly until he was sure his Archangel brothers
were released, and he knew we were safe. Otherwise, he agreed the
eight of us would fight them to the death. Since we were built to
be immortal, they would possibly suffer greater losses than we
would. We said our tearful goodbyes, and left our leader to his
fate. Metatron's whereabouts is unknown.
“What about the other five Archangels and one enhanced humanoid:
Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Samael, and Sandelphon?” Billy
“We managed to get away, and we scattered to the four winds. I
don't really know what happened to the Archangels or Sandelphon,
but if any of them survived, I'd put my money on Uriel and
Sandelphon. They joined together as a team. Michael, Gabriel,
Raphael, and Samael were too caught up in the power structure of
being Archangels. They were unprepared to work on their own. They
were too used to following Metatron's and the overlord's orders.
Unless they changed their ways, they were sitting ducks for the
reptiles to track them. I heard rumors Samael went to South
America and worked with the Olmecs, the Incas, and the Aztecs, but
he left. They began human sacrifices, and he wouldn't be a part of
it. Human religion-based politics can get pretty warped sometimes.
Uriel and Sandelphon helped the Babylonians for a while; then,
they went into Russia and on to the orient. Michael, Gabriel, and
Raphael worked for the Catholics until they wiped out the Cathars
and the Inquisition. After the bloody crusades, they decided the
Catholics were no better than the Aztecs.
“Do you know about or have you run across any of the other Fallen
Angels what escaped stasis in your sojourn on this world, sir?”
“Yeah, I done run across Zagan Vine, Orobas Gamagyn, Eligor
Bathin, Uzza Forcas, and Gator Gap, living in several different
communities on the bayous in the swamps in Florida and Louisiana.*
Old Gator Gap is a well kept secret among the natives. He's known
as a shaman and a warlock to them Cajun people. He heals them and
makes up better potions to heal than the doctors prescribe. He
pretends his powers are part science and part swamp magic taught
to him by Indian shamans and the old witch Marie Laveau,” Zeke
“Once't ever fifty years or so we'd get together deep in the swamp
where nobody could find us, raise a little Hell, and have us a
good old time. Being immortal, you got to drop out of mortal
societies from time to time and go live some'ers else to hide your
difference. It's a never ending hurt to have to tear yourself away
from those you come to love. Ipos Kokabiel studied medicine and
became a great doctor to the Southern Indian tribes down around
Arizona and New Mexico and parts of Southwest Texas," Zeke said.*
Everyone finished their breakfasts and the ladies began to clear
the table while the men finished their coffee. “I'd like to know a
bit more about your Watcher, sir. Is he really two hundred years
old?” Billy asked.
“Yeah, he's my Pooh-bear, and believe me, he fits his name. He's
getting older and don't digest skunk cabbages and wild garlic as
well as he used to. I let him stay in my cabin wiff' me and ma'
dogs during really cold weather, but I don't let him sleep near
the fire no more. I bought a big blanket I throw over him to keep
him warm. He dang near blew my cabin apart and singed his butt
pert-damn bad from one of his unscheduled gas releases. Talk about
a big bang. It sounded like an awe-tonic bum,” Zeke allowed and
broke-up everyone around the table. “I saved his life and healed
him up good when he's just a young tyke, but I never could get rid
of him after that. He followed me ever' where. I knew I never
should a' give'n him a name.
“After a while, he grow'd on me, and he was all the time getting
me out of bad scrapes. Pulled me and ma' horse out of quicksand a
couple of times. Threw his'self over me in a buffalo stampede
once't and later a cattle stampede. He was busted up pretty bad,
but I healed him. I just up and asked him one day if'n he wanted
to be my slave and protector for life? He asked me what I meant by
'wanna' be'? He reminded me he'd been doing the job for three
decades. He wanted to know if the title come with more benefits,
and I told him no. He told me he'd stay wiff' me until he got a
better offer,” Zeke said, slapped his knee, and got everyone
laughing. Billy loved him. Any cowboy what had more bullshit in
him than Billy was an instant love object.
“'At was a mighty fine meal, Mrs. Daniels. Ya' got a dang good
scald on 'nat one. Thank ya,' ma'am, for allowing me to sit at
your table and enjoy you kind folks' hospitality,” Zeke
complimented Kate. She told him he was welcome and thanked him for
his kind words.
The sheriff and his family took off right after breakfast to get
Will to work on time. Buster and Everett returned to the Tate
ranch to begin their day. Billy assigned a couple of his Irin
cowboys to see to Zeke's horses and let his dogs out of the back
of his truck. They were both hybrid shepherd mixed with more
Border Collie than cow dog in them. They were bright, healthy,
active, and minded Zeke well. One was named Dolly and the other
Pancake; they were both females. Billy gave Zeke a choice where he
wanted to stay. He told him he could put him up in one of the
regular bunk houses with his Irin slaves, or he might be more
comfortable in a room in one of the apartments in the castle on
board Captain Nick's spaceship.
Zeke wanted to see the ship. They transported and gave him a quick
tour. After seeing the village people, meeting Jethro in his demon
form, and being introduced to the other aliens and giants living
on the ship, he decided to stay with the giants in the castle.
While talking with Jethro, and Billy's gathered posse, Zeke
claimed he ran across several of the Kagoli race one time whose
spaceship crashed on Earth in early times before the white man
came. While he tried to help and protect them as best he could,
they eventually succumbed to the harsh elements, diseases, and
were occasionally killed by frightened natives.
Zeke fell in love with everyone on the ship. He became fascinated
by Marcus and Wilbur. They were walking around in their
beautifully matched pair of wings until Marcus got used to wearing
his. Wilbur continued to wear his out of pride and support for his
new friend. Zeke could feel and sense the close bond between them.
He admitted he shared a bunk with several male human lovers in his
many years on Earth and found Marcus and young Wilbur's growing
bond comfortable. Zeke asked Billy how these men could be wearing
wings? He never experienced humans having wings before. Was this
an evolutionary event?
“I guess the best way to answer your question is by saying 'yes'
it is an evolutionary event, but not one of evolutionary biology.
I was chosen by two advanced races of aliens, the Grigori and the
Irin with whom I think you might be familiar,” Billy started.
“Yes, I never met them, but I know from other Angels a dozen or
more of our brothers were rescued by them and carried off to their
worlds. We never knew for what purpose, but we assumed it was for
good. Later a couple of our brothers returned and told us they
were well and thriving,” Zeke said.
Billy explained himself, “After I rescued Nick, I was called off
to Retikki Prime and took my Watcher brother with me. We will
share with you the details later, but there I was enhanced and
given several slaves who volunteered to come back to Earth with me
to help me create a new society. Then we were invited to the Irin
world of Fort Adam Lear and were enhanced again. I was given the
power to enhance anyone I find worthy. My family was called to
visit Retikki Prime and Fort Adam Lear and even though I enhanced
several, they were enhanced again.
“I don't know why I was chosen, but to be honest, I ain't stopped
long enough to ask why other than with my immediate family. Some
of my older Cowboy-Angels seem to know and tell me everything will
soon be revealed to me. I hope so. I'm getting a little frustrated
feeling my way through like I was walking in the dark,” Billy
lamented. “We have sent out word through the Watchers to notify
any other surviving Angels on Earth who want to be part of
rescuing their brothers from bondage, so we can give them the
option of joining our family if they wish,” Billy added.
“Give it a few days, my Good Master, if one gets word to old Gator
Gap, the rest of them swamp-rat-Angels will be contacted. The
Southwest is teeming wiff' Stompings of Bigfoot. Yippy Kokabiel,
the Cowboy-Angel who put the 'Yippy' in 'Yippy-ki-yi-yo,' will
hear within a day or two. The reason I heard so quickly was the
rumor spread by the family of Watchers in Northern Oregon who
became the protectors to a couple of members of your extended
family. Several came to see for themselves and marveled at your
powers. I told ma' old grumpy Pooh-Bear we must come see for
ourselves,” Zeke said.
“I'm glad you did, sir, enjoy yourself, and you're welcome to stay
as long as you like,” Billy said.
“Son, you should a know'd better'n to tell a cowboy that,
especially one as old as I am,” Zeke said and laughed. He broke up
everyone in Billy's group.
“I did mean it, and I stand behind my words, Master Ezekiel,”
Billy said firmly.
With Odin Bluetooth's urging, and Master Billy's permission, Zeke
decided to take another bedroom in Odin and Erin's apartment. They
didn't have any problems with his dogs or Watcher provided he made
sure they were clean and groomed regularly. There was a complete
staff on the ship who did nothing else but groom others. Billy
made a mental note to increase the grooming staff with at least
six more men and perhaps a couple of women to tend to the ladies
of his family.
Ezekiel agreed and moved in that afternoon. He parked his old
truck and horse trailer out behind the barn and made himself to
home. His watcher was particularly happy. Pooh-bear saw the move
as an upgrade in his position. It worked out fine. He could more
easily digest the slave chow and nutrient biscuits without
creating massive gas in his intestines. Zeke even dropped the
'Pooh' part of his name and began to refer to him as 'Bear.' (Not
to be confused with the Tates' Watcher-Protector they named Bear.
They simply changed his name to 'Tater-bear.' Get it? Tate family
plus Bear equals Tater-bear? Don't worry, it makes perfect sense
to a Texan.)
* * * * * * *
The weekend was coming, and the following Saturday would be the
Fourth of July. Billy was in touch with Clara Mae by e-mail almost
every day. They decided she would play the Bach Concerto for Oboe
D'amore BWV 1055, and one other short piece for Oboe and orchestra
the coming Saturday afternoon barnyard concert. Billy asked her to
bring her oboe, oboe d'amore, and English horn to demonstrate the
differences for his audience. He asked her to get in touch with
the Byrds to see if dad Byrd and his boy had a couple of pieces
they could play for his folks, and he could use the lady Byrd
string players with the Bach concerto and a few other things.
Billy sent her an e-mail about the music he wanted.
“Did they get extra checks in the mail?” Billy asked when he
called Clara Mae.
“We all did, and we can't thank you enough. Everyone's had time to
watch the video, and they're impressed it's about as professional
quality as you can get, and the sound is phenomenal, Master Billy.
I don't wonder it's gone viral like the first video. I'm getting
calls and e-mails from all over the world. Everyone wants an
interview with you, but I keep telling them you're much too busy
right now; maybe later,” she said and giggled. Clara Mae loved the
excitement and being a part of a new movement in classical music;
best of all, she was getting in on the ground floor.
“Have you gotten feedback for the Fourth of July?” Billy asked.
“Everyone wants to go to the ranch for the Fourth. We ain't got us
no plans...nothing!” she exclaimed in frustration and giggled,
“Oh, Dear, I'm starting to talk like a Cow-person,” she said and
laughed. She got Billy laughing. “They plan to have a couple of
the Armed Forces bands and one military orchestra play in the
park, but we didn't get any invitations. Why should they pay us
when they don't have to pay a government band anything? They get a
monthly salary. It's their full-time job. They go and play where
they're told. I don't want to blow up your ego, Master Billy, but
every member of our orchestra is at your beck and call; in fact, I
had to start a private blog for orchestra members only, which I
update every day about scheduling at the ranch. You have a full
symphony for the fourth, I guarantee,” Clara said firmly. She
paused for a second, then began again, “We won't start playing our
regular season until the middle of September. That's a long dry
spell not to have a regular income coming in. Most of us have to
take full-time jobs from the end of April through September. You
can't know what a joy it is for us in more ways than just the
money,” she added.
“Were you able to get the score and orchestral parts for the short
oboe piece?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, it's ready to go, and I've learned it. I hope you like
it,” Clara said.
“I'm looking forward to hearing it, Pretty Lady,” Billy said.
“How's my furry friends?” she asked.
“We ain't seen hide nor hair of any of the Johnson household. I
talked with Jessie yesterday and got his input for the fourth and
he's playing a couple of solo pieces for this coming Saturday. As
far as I know they's fine. Have you ever considered a furry
companion for yourself, Ms. Clara?” Billy asked.
“Oh, I couldn't, Master Billy. Not again. It liked to have killed
me to have to say goodbye to my last little friend. For all the
love and joy they bring, I don't think my old heart could take
breaking like that again,” Clara lamented.
“You're exactly the kind of person who should have another little
friend, Ms. Clara. I'll bet if your last little buddy could come
back and speak with you, they would tell you the same,” Billy said
There was a brief silence on the other end. “I know you're
probably right, Master Billy, but I need more time. I have a
lovely time with Daffy and Chloe. Forget the money, they're my
icing on the cake when I come to the ranch,” she said quietly.
Billy didn't push further. He was satisfied they had the coming
Saturday Barnyard Concert planned. They agreed to meet at Uncle
Tom's cabin in The Woodlands at eight in the morning on Saturday.
They had several things to run through. They said their goodbyes
and disconnected. Billy sent her another e-mail and included a
list of pieces he wanted the orchestra to play on the Fourth. As
he was working, his e-mail announcement chimed, and he went to his
e-mail host. There was an e-mail from Ramrod Randy. Subject:
Contact Griffins: Got a tickle from Tommy. He's fine but his
mom got some bad news from the doctors Monday afternoon.
Overbearing cancer in her female parts. She has to have a total
histerical-rectomotomy. (Billy almost fell on the floor laughing
at his little brother's attempt at medical terms) Mr. Griffin's
been hesitant to contact you. Afraid he's asking too much. It's
time for another treatment for Tommy this weekend. I'll leave
the rest up to you. We had a busy and productive week over here.
I done the right thing when I made Ram Snoddy my temporary
Straw-boss. Look forward to seeing you for breakfast early
Friday morning unless they's been a change of plans. Love ya'
big Bro.; and it was signed Ramrod Randy.
Billy whipped off a quick reply: Can't tell you how much I's
look'n forward to Friday morning, a big Cowboy hug, and one a
them big wet sloppy buckaroo kisses, Honcho. Damn, I missed you
this week! We got Marcus fledged and guess what? Him and
Wilbur's got the same color wings down to the nubbings. Another
one a them Earthbound sky-critters come driving up to the
Sheriff's Station this morning from Montana. His name is Zeke
for Ezekiel. He done brung his two horses, two dogs, and his
Watcher-Protector named Pooh-bear. We got most of Barnyard
Concert planned for Saturday. You got anything new worked up?
How's the fiddle coming along? Is your sight reading better?
Remember to tell me Friday morning. Invite your sister for
Friday morning breakfast, too. Love you, Cowboy! Your lonesome
big brother, Billy. He typed and hit the send button.
Billy punched the button on his cell phone for the Griffins in
Hearst, Texas. Ed Griffin answered the phone. He saw it was Billy
Daniels calling and his voice picked up. “Master Billy, how are
you and your family?” Griff asked.
“Tolerable, sir, right tolerable. C'ain't complain none. How's
life treat'n you good folks?” Billy asked.
“Oh, pretty good. You know, like every family we got our ups and
downs,” Griff said holding back, “Tommy's fine, and the Watcher
you assigned him comes every evening to share his milk. We provide
him with slave chow and a couple of those biscuits. Sometimes
Doris makes up a plate of food for him,” he said hedging.
There was a goodly pause between them. “Them boys been tickle'n
each other. There ain't no secrets in the Daniels family, Griff.
When can you good folks be ready to transport to the ranch?
Tomorrow morning? Friday morning, early?” Billy asked. There was a
dead silence on the other end of the line, then he heard the big
man weeping. “It's all right, Griff. My second memory, Ramrod
Randy, done sent me an e-mail to remind me Tommy's due for another
treatment and check up. He said your wife's got the 'overbearing'
cancer and is gonna' have to have a histerical-rectomotomy,” Billy
said and laughed. He got Griff laughing. “I swear to you, Griff,
them's the Bossman's exact words,” Billy confirmed and laughed
again. “Let us take a look at Doris and see what we can do for
her. You got a better chance with us than them doctors in Temple
or Houston,” Billy said.
“I don't know what to say, Master Billy,” Griff said.
“A time you'll be ready will do fine, Griff,” Billy said and
“Tomorrow morning at nine?” he asked.
“I'll send a posse of my cowboys for your family at nine sharp.
They'll open a gate to the ranch in your garage. Be sure you got
everything closed up. You don't have to bring your Watcher. We got
plenty here with lots of milk,” Billy said, “Just be sure to leave
some food out for him for a couple of days,” he added.
Griff agreed he would.
* * * * * * *
Billy disconnected and immediately got a call from Oatie. “Hey,
Brother, what's up?” Billy asked.
“Remember Mrs. Henderson, the kind little old lady what used to be
so nice to us as kids and went out of her way to remember our
burf-days and send us cards with a couple of dollars in it at
Christmas?” Oatie asked.
“Yeah, I remember her well,” Billy replied, “Grandma Kate made me
sit down and write her a thank-you note every time. I hated it
then, but I'm glad now she made me do it,” Billy said.
“She passed away two days ago, and her neighbor found her. She had
to call Lima Bean out to the house because her little dog wouldn't
let anyone touch her. Poor thing was alone and lost her mistress,
and she didn't know what to do. Lima didn't want to put her in the
pound with them other rough dogs so she brought her to me. Billy,
she's the cutest little thing. She's a pure bred King Charles
Cavalier Spaniel. Lima found her papers and brought them along. I
don't know what to do with her, and I don't want to leave her here
overnight. Understandably, she's a mite distraught. You got any
suggestions, Bro?” Odie said fishing.
“What's her name?” Billy asked.
“Molly,” Oatie replied without hesitating.
“How did you find out?” Billy asked.
“She told me herself. She's awful bright,” Oatie said.
“You learned to tickle your patients?” Billy asked.
“Not all of them yet, but I took a chance with Molly, and she
answered me right away,” Oatie said with some awe in his voice.
“Have you checked her out physically?” Billy asked.
“Yeah, I done checked the basics, and she's sound as the dollar
was on the gold standard,” he said and got Billy laughing.
“Can you bring her out on your way home. I'll tell Jethro to hang
around, and you can have supper wiff' us,” Billy said.
“I like that plan. Works for me. See you in about an hour, Cowboy,
unless I get me some last minute patient, but it's been slow
today. Ain't expecting nothing,” Oatie said.
“See you then, Doc,” Billy said and disconnected.
* * * * * *
Oatie brought the little dog to the back door of the big ranch
house. He didn't bother with a leash for her. Molly realized Oatie
was a good man, and he promised to help her. He placed her on the
seat of his truck next to him, and told her to relax, they were
going to take a short ride. She curled up and lay quiet the whole
time. When they got to the compound of the ranch, Molly had a
little trouble with the big steps, but she made it up all right.
Oatie opened the door for her and bid her enter. The family came
out of the kitchen area when they heard Oatie call. There were
many 'oohs' and 'aahs' at the pretty little dog. She had brilliant
reddish coloring on her ears and down her back like a saddle, and
her tail was the same color. She had a white face and the rest of
her body was a pure white color. She looked up at them and saw a
big young cowboy standing before her.
<< Welcome to the Daniels family ranch, Miss Molly, I'm
Billy Daniels, >> said a voice in her head.
<< Thank you, sir, it's good to be here, >>
<< We're going to take you to the barn first so I can
check you out and give you a couple of enhancements. When we get
through, you'll feel a lot better, and a good meal will lift
your spirits. I'm so sorry to hear about your mistress. She was
a wonderful lady. Ms. Henderson was always good to me and the
other children of our community. She will be greatly missed,
>> Billy sent.
Billy and a couple of his cowboys, including Oatie and Jethro,
went with them to the slave processing room in the barn. After
sampling a tiny bit of her blood, Billy reversed Molly's age to
about one year old, and he gave her the gift of speech. While they
were working on her, she told the men what happened and how
frightened she was. She said her mistress just stopped breathing,
and she knew something was wrong. She tried to bark at her several
times to wake her, but to no avail. She said after a few minutes,
Mrs. Henderson's spirit rose up from her body, said goodbye to
her, and she could hear beautiful voices calling for her mistress
to come join them. Molly said there was a great tear in the fabric
of time and space and a couple of Angels came to get her mistress
and took her with them. Then the tear sealed itself up in an
instant, and she was left alone. She stayed for two dreadful days
lying next to her mistress trying her best to keep her warm.
Several of the cowboys openly wept as the beautiful little dog
told her story. It seemed to help Molly the Cowboy-Angels on Earth
empathized with her loss, and Master Billy was right, she did feel
better after he and Master Oatie, the animal doctor, worked on
Molly took up with Kate, Zelma, Roz, Dorcas, Aunt Helen,
Evangeline, and Pard Andreeson. Billy remarked Molly had good
taste in people. She told Billy she could sense a mature soul in
the young boy. Billy explained Pard's background, and it didn't
seem unusual to her. She thought it was wonderful Pard was getting
a second chance at life. She asked Billy if it was what he was
doing for her since he returned her body to that of a much younger
dog? Billy agreed he did it because she lived a good life as a
faithful companion to Ms. Henderson. Molly's attachment to the
female contingency of his family seemed like a natural thing to
Billy, but he stressed it was to be a temporary arrangement. He
thought Molly should be around the family for as long as it took
for her to feel safe and secure. When she was ready, she could
pick someone or a family of which she might wish to become a part.
Pard spent most the the day Thursday with Molly by his side. They
went everywhere together, and everywhere they went, everyone fell
in love with her. As long as she was with someone in the family,
she was at ease and sociable. Molly knew they wouldn't place her
in harm's way, and even when she was introduced to the most scary
of critters on the ranch, she had no fear and was an equal
opportunity lover. Madame Spartza wanted to adopt her as her own.
Molly discovered she could communicate mentally with Pard, the
great giant beasts they call Watchers, and they would sometimes
offer to share their wonderful milk with her. Pard found out she
loved to play ball and would run for yards to get a ball and bring
it back to him. She pretty much captured the hearts and
imagination of everyone on the ranch in one day's time.
The next day was no exception, and she was working hard learning
to speak. Friday brought more young boys, Randy, Rory, Calhoun,
and Tommy Griffin. She didn't know life could be so full, and she
could have so much fun; however, she still missed her mistress.
The ranch was just what she needed. It took her mind off her loss
and the boys never let her stop long enough to sit and pine her
little heart away. She was amazed there were so many humans who
could speak mind to mind with her and would have a good word for
her. Molly loved the ranch and the people. She was comfortable and
became a free spirit.
End of Chapter 66 ~ Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
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* Archangel Ezekiel: originally Tzadkiel for whom the prophet
Ezekiel was named. Tzadkiel used his powers to remove the baby
Ezekiel from his mother's womb without giving birth. He was a
breach birth with the cord wrapped around his neck. Without the
angel's intervention the mother and child would have died.
* Leonard Susskind on The World As A Hologram: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DIl3Hfh9tY
* Zagan Vine (a hero on a black horse who can transform objects
and can become a mighty Lion); Orobas Gamagyn (can morph into
great or small horse. Brought succor and provided emergency
medicines and food for the poor.); Eligor Bathin (A goodly Knight
who fought for the weak and disenfranchised with a great sword
riding a pale horse); Uzza Forcas (Incredible strength, protector
– taught humans logic and ethics); Gadreel Gaap became Gator Gap
(God is my helper, bat-like wings, possibly Kagoli infected, or he
fucked Marie Laveau one too many times.)
*Ipos Kokabiel (Head of a lion, star of God. Holy healer. Became
known as the gentle trickster, Kokopelli: a spirit of healing and
fertility who appeared at the change of seasons to the southern
American Indian tribes. His legend can be traced back 3,000 years.
He is an excellent musician; played a flute to announce his
coming, and always carried a pack on his back. http://www.kokopelli.com/whowaskok.html