Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
"The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic,
or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can
be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared
between them, and lessens the threat of the their difference."
~ Audre Lorde
The next morning was a work day. It was to be Marcus and Wilbur's
first day on the job as 'Yard-dogs', or as Bubba referred to them:
the Yard Dog and his Pup. The men cleaned up and got ready for the
day. Wilbur morphed back before he took a shower. It was easier
that way. When he return to the living area of their suite he was
still drying himself.
“Have you inserted your plug, Son?” Marcus asked.
“Naw, sir, I thought you might like to do it,” Wilbur replied
reaching back to dry his butt.
“You won't be wearing it to work, but you will be wearing your
harness. I talked with Master Billy and several members of our
family, and after Harley-Buck's accident, it was decided no slave
will wear a plug while working, especially in a potentially
hazardous job. While I'll mostly be supervising and you will be my
assistant, there is always a possibility of being in the wrong
place at the wrong time. I didn't agree with the idea at first,
but the more I thought about it and talked with some of the men
who came close to having a bad accident, I come to see the
reasoning behind the decision. During off hours and on weekends
Master Billy slaves are always plugged. We will keep the same
schedule and abide by the rules. We'll have plenty of time when we
ain't working for me to train you properly,” Marcus said.
The big man helped Wilbur on with his harness. Wilbur got his cock
cage from his dresser drawer, stuffed his fine set of tackle into
it, and clicked the metal cage shut. Marcus kept the key on his
key-ring. Wilbur walked to Marcus with his cod-piece in his hand
and presented himself for his master's inspection. He stood at
parade rest like Marcus taught him. Marcus smiled, took his keys
from a loop on his cover-alls and locked Wilbur's cock-cage. He
took the cod-piece from him and snapped it on to cover everything.
He opened his arms for Wilbur to come to him. They embraced and
shared a morning kiss.
“After a conversation with Master Billy and Project Manager Jethro
yesterday, I was forced to reconsider a number of things we talked
about,” Marcus began, “While it's easy for Bossman Jethro to work
in the raw or with his leather kilt, we'll be working outside
everyday around some pretty heavy-duty construction, and it would
be just too damn dangerous for you to wear only your harness and
boots. We met with Hank and Buck in supplies, and they came up
with them heavy-duty cover-alls lying on the couch over there.
They gave us three pair to begin, but they ordered seven more
pair. They should be delivered tomorrow or the next day. With ten
pair, you'll have a clean pair to wear everyday and laundry is on
a weekly basis. We turn our laundry in on Monday mornings, and we
get it back by Friday afternoon; sometimes earlier depending on
their schedule. So when one week's clothes are being cleaned, you
got another week of clean cover-alls to wear. Just pull them on
over your harness, Son,” Marcus instructed Wilbur.
“Sounds good to me, sir,” Wilbur said, walked over, unzipped them
down the front and easily stepped into them. Marcus followed him
and zipped them up for him. They were large enough to hide
Wilbur's harness, but they were tight enough in all the right
places they made Wilbur look sexy. By the time he got his cowboy
boots on and his hard hat, Marcus turned away from his slave. He
was afraid if he kept gazing on Wilbur, he was going to come in
“Gotdamn, Son, you're the only man I ever did see what looks twice
as sexy in cover-alls,” Marcus said, and they shared a laugh.
“That's only 'cause you know I'm wear'n your harness underneath,
Master,” Wilbur said.
“I won't gainsay that, Son, but you fill-out them damn things like
they's tailor made for you,” Marcus said, “I cain't wait to get
you into that weight-room in the dungeon,” he added.
“You don't look so bad in yore' cover-alls neither, Master,”
They joined the other men in the living area of the apartment, and
each contributed insightful compliments and encouraging comments
about the new Yard Dog and his Pup. They wanted to know how their
evening went, and Marcus told them it went fine. The men and
giants walked down to the dining hall to friendly greetings and
big smiles. There was general conversation around the table, but
Marcus and Wilbur didn't contribute much. They were too busy
eating. If it's done right, good sex builds up an appetite.
Jethro always got to the the ship early to have a Hosanna Cake and
coffee with his main crew of the six talented dwarfs who designed
the Sapphire City. They were introduced to Marcus and Wilbur the
week before to acclimate them to their jobs, and they worked
closely with the men giving them a crash course in the
construction snags and how they could best fit into their group.
Jethro arranged a brief meeting with the construction workers on
the project and explained Marcus would be the yard manager and
Wilbur his assistant. They seemed a bit cold and suspicious at
first, but as the day progressed, they could see the men were
there to cooperate with them to speed the flow of work. By the end
of the day, they began to understand how Marcus and Wilbur could
make their work easier and flow smoother without so many
frustrating starts and stops.
Marcus ran the yard like a iron-fisted despot with a velvet glove.
His many years working for his brother came back to him like gold
to a rich man. He could easily apply one situation to another and
rapidly come up with a solution or a compromise which would keep
the flow of work steady. By the end of their first day, Aunt Helen
and her board reported a production increase by one third. By the
middle of the week it increased by half, and by Friday noon when
they knocked off work for the weekend, their figures showed a
seventy-five percent increase in production. Jethro, his crew, and
Billy couldn't have been happier. Marcus and Wilbur couldn't have
been more proud of themselves.
Marcus picked his old-self up from the seeming defeat and
depression of his past, and as his Blue-Angel promised, came alive
again with a new mate by his side who was willing to provide him
with his fair-share of heaven on Earth. The big Tuscan man had a
job which was almost like it was tailor made with him in mind. The
ex-con was becoming a force with which to be reckoned. On his
other hand, his new mate Wilbur found the man of his dreams and
would gladly and lovingly follow his Sir Knight-Errant to the ends
of the world. Toward the end of the first week, Wilbur earned a
cognomen for himself. He was all-over the work site, traveling
between teams and his master to communicate how and when something
was to be accomplished. He was busy as a beaver repairing breaks
in his dam. The workers began to refer to him as 'The Beaver'
because when the young cowboy was on the job, he never stopped
except for breaks and lunch. It seemed like he was everywhere at
the same time. It was an innocent enough nickname on the part of
his fellow workers. They didn't have any idea the extra perks he
was providing his husband, and it might be a double entendre or a
snide reference to Wilbur's sex life with his master. Neither man
thought anything about it. They found it amusing and somewhat
endearing. Once in a while, in private, Marcus would
affectionately refer to his partner as his Beaver.
A good job well done working with people you care about and with
whom you grow close is a reward unto itself. Marcus and Wilbur
began to relax and found great joy and peace of mind creating
something of profound beauty. They were making a grand statement
which contained the signatures of their personalities upon it. By
the end of the first week, Jethro couldn't sing their praises high
enough, and Aunt Helen and her crew were equally impressed. The
two men found their place in the sun and were falling more deeply
in love with each other with each passing day.
* * * * * * *
Monday morning of that week Cletus and David transported Bubba,
Brute, Jack, Grover, Clyde, Mack, Garth, Slipweasel, Rumdum, and
Cowboy Andy down into the deep swamps and bayous of Southern
Louisiana to Gator Gap's place. It was early in the morning.
Cletus wanted to get to his old friend and surrogate Paw-paw
before Gator started his day. As old as Gator was, he worked the
swamps for his living. For years his habit was to wake up, have
coffee, and be out in his pirot on the bayou running trot-lines
before the sun got too high in the sky and the day became stifling
from the heat and humidity. David and Cletus decided to give him a
little surprise and wake him up with a Cajun tune. David brought
his box fiddle, Cleet his squeeze-box, and Clyde brought his big
Gibson strapped around his neck. They started up a racket which
would raise the dead let alone a sleeping Cajun-Angel. They
started playing an old Cajun two-step d'Amédé.
The old Cajun swamp-rat came to his front door with the biggest
grin on his face and tears in his eyes. He looked out onto the
large porch and saw a dozen Cowboy-Angels standing there, and
among them wing-wearing critters were his beloved young friend
Cletus and his husband, Da'veed. Gator recognized six of them as
fallen Angels he hadn't seen in several thousand years. He didn't
recognize the other three men, or the unusual beastie with them,
but if they were with his family, they were friends of his. Gator
lived among the Cajun people for so many year, he took on their
ways and anyone who didn't know his background would never believe
he wasn't a home-boy. He lived and spoke Cajun fluently. He opened
his arms wide and embraced his family, brothers, and their friends
and invited them into his humble home.
Bubba, Jack, and Grover didn't know what to expect. They imagined
someone living way back in the swamp where few Bigfoot would dare
to tread would live in a rundown shack of corrugated tin and what
building materials Gator could scrounge up for himself, but that
was not the case. It was a large, comfortable home with lots of
glass panels to let in the light and interesting antiques. It even
boasted a second and third story nested within a tight grove of
cypress trees festooned with Spanish moss and filled with exotic
orchids and brightly blooming bromeliads Gator collected from
every corner of the swamp and some he imported from South America.
It was a feast for the eyes and senses. It looked like a
combination of Richard Neutra's L.A. Silverlake house mixed with
the Disney's Swiss Family Robertson's tree house.
“Coo-zone Cleet and Coo-zone Veed, I ain't heard from you in so
long I thought you forgot about old Gator and his swamp brothers.
Now here you are in my home and look at you – you and your
outrageously colorful wings. How handsome you men look, and to see
my old brothers, Clyde, Garth, Mack, Andrew, Slipweasel, and
Rumdum with you is a treat beyond compare. A visit from you men is
always welcome, but I fear you are here for a greater purpose. I'm
almost afraid to ask. We suspect the chosen one is coming into his
own, and you are here as his emissaries. We have heard rumors of a
young cowboy, Billy Daniels, in the center of Texas who has been
miraculously healing people and beginning to create his own
kingdom here on Earth. You must believe me when I tell you, it was
only this past weekend we decided a trip to the Hill Country might
be in order,” Gator said.
“How is Eligor, Orobas, Uzza, and Zagan?” Cletus asked.
“They're fine. Orobas has the largest compound in the swamp, and
he's got visitors from the West: Ipos Kokobiel, the Archangel
Uriel and his companion Sandalphon. We were together here at my
place most of the weekend. I'm the farthest into the swamp and
there ain't nobody around to disturb or spy on us except we get a
few wild swamp people like your Watcher, Brute, you brought along
with you. We never see one as much together as Brute. We try to
help them when we can, but sometimes they can be temperamental.
They don't respond well to the toxins being released into the
swamp by secret and illegal fracking operations. They think all
the two legged critters are to blame for destroying their habitat.
They don't bother us because we're a resource for them. We heal
them and care for them when they come to us sick, poisoned, or
shot by outside hunters what don't know the unwritten laws of the
swamp,” Gator explained, “Should I invite them other Angels over?”
he asked whipping out a cell phone.
Cletus broke up laughing. “You broke-down and bought a phone,
Gator?” he asked.
“Yeah, had to. Us Swamp Angels got us some problems, Son. Our
mental communications are getting rusty, and we ain't as accurate
as we used to be. We don't like to admit it, but the same
chemicals what's affecting them swamp people are affecting us as
well. Ipos, Uriel, and Sandalphon's mental exchange is still as
good as it ever was. They only come to visit once't, sometimes a
twice't a year or so. We catch rainwater for drinking and cooking.
We never drink the swamp water even if it's filtered, but we eat
the fish, shrimp, and crabs from the brackish waters, and we use
it to bathe. We're afraid we might start to lose our other powers
as well, including healing. That would not be good. Our way of
life depends on our powers – not to gain great wealth, but to
maintain a decent standard of living. We never charge for healing
anyone, but it goes a long way to provide goodwill for us; when
someone has an excess of something they always share with us. Look
around you. You won't see many real estate signs in this area.
Does this place look like a palace?” Gator asked and grinned.
“It does to me. I love it here,” Cletus replied and everyone
“That's because it's home to you, Son. You know you and Coo-zone
Veed are welcome here anytime,” Gator said.
“That's good to know, Gator. Yes, I think you should call them
band of Gumbo-pirates to come meet with us. It's important. We got
some things to talk about and an invitation for you men from the
Daniels family,” Cletus said.
Gator placed the call and spoke with Zagan Vine. Zagan agreed to
get in touch with Eligor Bathin and Uzza Forcas. Then Gator called
Orobas Gamagyn and invited him and his guests Ipos Kokobiel,
Uriel, and his mate Sandalphon to join them at his place. Gator
barely had time to put on his kettle to make coffee when the other
Angels arrived on his front porch. Bubba said something about
de-winging and Gator asked them not to, “Let them see you are
brothers under the wings. Trust me, it will go a long way to
influencing them. We ain't seen others of our kind for too long to
speak the figures. We only know of a handful who are still on
Earth. We think Ezekiel is living somewhere up North, but we ain't
heard from him in a very long time,” Gator said.
“Zeke, with his two dogs, his horse, and his Watcher-companion,
joined us at the Daniels ranch about two weeks ago,” Bubba
“I'd love to see him again,” Gator said taking the hot water from
his small butane counter-top stove.
It was like a reunion of Angels for a few minutes. They seemed to
know each other, and there were many handshakes, hugs, and stolen
kisses among them. They knew Cletus as he grew up in the shadow of
Gator, and they knew David from having come to and participated in
their wedding some years ago. They knew Clyde, Mack, Garth,
Andrew, Slipweaser, Rumdum, and more than a few tears were shed
upon their reunion. They didn't know what to think about Bubba,
and they were somewhat taken aback by Cletus and David's wings.
The ex-archAngel Uriel walked around them looking at their wings.
He couldn't get over Jack, David, and Cletus' outrageously colored
wings. They looked like three parrots. The others watched him
carefully. “These Angels ain't fabricants like us,” he proclaimed.
“No, sir, they ain't,” Clyde spoke up, they's enhanced humans –
Texas Cowboys to be more precise. We call them Cowboy-Angels; in
fact, all Master Billy's Angels, slave or freeborn, fabricants or
human hybrids, are referred to as his Cowboy-Angels, sir,” Clyde
“Angels, the slaves of humans?” Uriel asked with more than a
little disgust in his voice, “Is that why you have a ring through
your nose and tits?” he asked.
“Naw, sir, Master Billy ringed his first punishment slave, and I
got so hot from the way he looked afterward, I asked my master if
he would ring me, and he was gracious enough to gift me with a
set. Since I volunteered to come to Earth to become Master Billy's
slave, I fell in love with him and his family. I wanted to show my
love by wearing his rings. I also have a ring through the head of
my cock if you'd like to see it, sir,” Clyde said proudly.
“Yes, I'd very much like to see it, Clyde,” Uriel said.
Clyde didn't hesitate and dropped his Wranglers to the top of his
fine buckaroo boots, took his big cock in his hand, and held it
out for all to see. There were a few whispers among the unprepared
“Humm, I didn't expect it to be quite so handsome,” Uriel said, “I
think I can understand your passion. Where did you come from to
join this Master Billy you speak of, and were you a slave there,
as well?” he asked.
“I was rescued from Earth and taken to planet in the Pleiades
system and later to a new planet in the Andromeda galaxy created
by the Irin race as an exact replica of Earth known as Fort Adam
Lear,” Clyde replied returning his cock and balls to his
“And does your new master require that of all his slaves?” Uriel
“Oh, no, sir, only those who request it. He got the idea from one
of his other slaves, who was for many years a protector, to what
the Grigori thought was the last remaining Shedu in the universe.
He was one of only two of our black brother Angels, Balthazar.
Madame Spartza had him ringed over a hundred years ago. He's now
Master Billy's slave and Madame Spartza is under the protection of
Master Billy. She has been introduced to the only other living
Shedu bull. He was on board Samu'el's spaceship all these years as
his number one protector and commander.
“Old Nick is still around? Well, I'll be damned. He swore he would
never return to Earth,” Uriel said.
“He came here on a mission given to him by the Grigori. With a
little help from the Irin and myself, his ship had an accident. He
was badly wounded with no one to save him. Master Billy risked his
life and that of his beloved steed to rescue Captain Nick, and you
know the universal law about saving a life,” Clyde explained.
“Yes, I'm very familiar with it. So old Nick, Lucifer himself, is
the slave of your master?” Uriel asked in awe.
“Yes, sir, but it's more complicated than that. That's why we're
here, sir, to apprise you folks of the situation so's you can
verify for yourselves, but I'll let Master Bubba Kirkendall be our
spokesman for our group,” Clyde said, “I'm just here to play ma'
guitar along with Coo-zone Cleet and Veed, sir,” he added humbly.
Bubba spoke up, “You are the last of the Angels who were once
under the control of the alien reptile Jehovah or Yahweh. There's
about the same number of so called Fallen Angels as there is those
who were faithful to Jehovah but were finally abandoned on Earth.
The rest have come to us having heard from the Watchers the word
given them by the Grigori,” Bubba said and paused.
“Oh, yeah? I'll bet Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, Ezekiel, and
Sama'el ain't with you,” Uriel scoffed.
“Old Zeke done drove down from the North with his two dogs and
pony in tow with his personal Watcher a couple of weeks ago;
looked around, done had his'self a couple of adventures, and
decided to park his old truck out behind the barn and stay wiff'
us for a while. He's living with a family of giants on Captain
Nick's ship. Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, and Sammy arrived Sunday
afternoon a week ago on four winged white horses they give to
Master Billy to take care of and are getting settled in with them
giants on Captain Nick's ship. They're looking forward to seeing
you,” Bubba said.
“When?” Uriel asked.
“We can open a gate right now, if you like and bring you back
whenever you wish. You can step through onto the ranch, have some
coffee or Texas Tea with some Hosanna Cakes, meet the Daniels
family and join-up with the rest of your family, sir. We'll take
you on a tour, and Master Billy can personally invite you to our
Fourth of July barbecue and Barnyard Concert next Saturday,” Bubba
“Gate? What gate?” Uriel asked.
“I have to open it, sir,” Bubba said and grinned, “It's one of my
'apps' what come along wiff' my enhancement,” Bubba explained,
waved his hand, and a gate of blue free-electrons sprang up.
“Why do I suddenly feel antiquated and out-of-date for the first
time in my long life?” Uriel asked no one in particular.
“Don't never underestimate yourself, sir; besides, we need old
farts like you to keep us bold brash young'uns in line to make
sure we don't go-off half-cocked and do some'um stupid,” Bubba
said and slapped the big Angel on his back. For the first time in
a very long while, Uriel laughed.
“You men game?” Uriel asked his mates. Everyone, including Gator
answered in the affirmative. “Lead the way, Son, and we'll be
right behind you,” Uriel said to Bubba.
“You need me to take your hand, Gramps?” Bubba asked and laughed.
“Maybe you better, Son,” Uriel played along and put out his hand
for the big cowboy. Bubba took it, and they disappeared through
The others followed suit in a stream until they were down to
Gator, Cletus, and David. “You sure it's safe, Son?” Gator asked.
“We use them every day, Paw-paw. Ain't lost nobody yet,” Cletus
said and took his hand. David smiled and took Gator's other hand,
and they walked through together.
After they got to the other side Cletus told Gator he better check
and make sure everything came through all right. The old Angel
began to feel everything. He grabbed his ass, his tits, his cock
and balls, and watched Cletus and David grin at each other, and
realized his adopted boy was teasing him. “Never mind,” he said,
laughed, and pushed each man gently on their shoulders to lead the
way to the other men.
The door was programmed to come through in the barn near the
bunkhouse where they built the stage for the barnyard concerts.
Bubba asked for everyone's attention. “We planned our exit in this
barn to protect us from overhead surveillance from satellites.
When we have our weekend parties we insert a video loop of the
same picture of the ranch hour after hour so nothing unusual will
be seen, but we return the normal video feed on Monday mornings.
We would ask you men who are winged-up to de-wing so's we can go
about our business without fear of something unusual drawing
attention to the ranch too early. We realize, sooner or later,
people are going to take notice of us and want to inquire more,
but until that time, we want to keep as low a profile as possible
for as long as we can,” Bubba said.
The Angels certainly didn't think Bubba's request was unreasonable
as they had to keep on guard and cover their own asses for
centuries. They lived with the paranoia of being discovered
everyday, but it became part of their lives, and they grew used to
it. That's why they lived in remote places and among indigenous
people who held a deep regard for the unusual, and respected the
Angels for their powers and their healing abilities. The Angels
were always willing to care for the people who graciously allowed
them to live among them and protected them when they could. The
natives would go to great lengths to hide their great healing
Billy knew Bubba was going along with his posse to collect the
swamp Angels, but he didn't know the other three, Kokobiel, Uriel,
and his enhanced human mate Sandalphon were visiting them. Billy
made arrangements to take them to the great dining hall on the
ship to feed them breakfast before they got their day underway. He
told Bubba to bring them to the big house first for coffee and
Hosanna Cakes to introduce them to his family. It's not everyday
someone gets to meet such a large gathering of Angels. Bubba led
them up the porch stairs to the front door, opened it and ushered
them in. Billy heard the clomping of heavy buckaroo boots, and
knew it must be them.
Billy, Nick, Boomer, Uncle Nathan, Tron, Enoch, Moss, and the
twins came to greet them. Bubba let Cletus and David take over the
introductions, and it was utter confusion for a few minutes. The
Angels knew Samu'el, by his other name Lucifer, the bearer of
light, knowledge, and reason, but they also knew him by his more
common cognomen, as Nick. After Cletus introduced him as Captain
Nick, they thought it might be more appropriate if they went along
with the times and referred to him as Nick or Captain
They took them in and introduced them to the ladies. Kate, Zelma,
and Evangeline Andreeson, Roz, Aunt Helen and several of the other
ladies. They were thrilled to get to meet the fabled swamp Angels,
the desert Angel Kokobiel, one of the great Archangels Uriel, and
his companion. Billy introduced Uriel as Archangel Uriel, and he
quickly but politely corrected Billy he was no longer an
Archangel. He humbly insisted, upon the disbanding of the Angels
after being deserted, and with those who escaped containment
scattered to the four winds throughout the universe, there were no
Angels left for them to oversee. To continue to insist he or the
other Angels were of a higher rank was of little merit and held no
purpose. Uriel claimed he was an ex-archangel, but today he
considered himself no more than any other Angel, fabricants, or
“Until I saw the three enhanced human's wings of Master Jack,
Master Cletus, and Master David's this morning, I would have made
an all-encompassing statement: You seen one Angel, you seen 'em
all; however, now I would amend that comment to: You ain't seen no
Angels until you done seen Cowboy-Angels Jack, Cletus, and David,”
he said and broke into laughter. The rest of the Angels and family
laughed and agreed with him. “Remind me to buy a pair of
sunglasses as soon as possible, Dear-one. While you're at it,
admonish me to show a little more humility and considerably less
jealousy for them three men,” he leaned over and said to his
partner loud enough everyone could hear and got another round of
laughter out of the folks around the table. Uriel's sense of humor
endeared himself to Billy and his family.
The ladies served coffee and one Hosanna Cake for each man. Kate
explained they could have as many as they liked, but they didn't
want to spoil their breakfast which was being prepared for them on
board Captain Nick's ship. The didn't stay long and walked back to
the barn from whence they arrived. Nick waved his hand and another
gate sprang up for them to pass through to go on board his ship.
They exited in the dungeon and Kokobiel was heard to say, “My god,
they plan to torture us,” he said loudly and everyone laughed.
“No, we ain't thought about it, but we'd be happy to arrange
something for you if you're into that sort of play. We did have
one production we done what was sort of fun a couple of months ago
we can show you a video later if you like. It's about as kinky as
we get around here, but when we do, I'm proud to say we done it up
right. About the only thing we use the dungeon for is relaxing. We
par-boil our bodies in the wonderful hot water in the steam bath
attached to the dungeon every Friday or Saturday night. It's a
male-only, bullshit bonding sort of thing, but we do have a couple
of trans-gendered males and one brother/sister chimera who
regularly attend,” Billy said. He was amazed no one questioned the
words 'trans-gendered' or 'chimera.'
Bubba and Billy led the men up the back stairs to the great dining
hall in the castle. They could tell the Angels were impressed with
the enormity and obvious age of the castle. It seemed to ramble on
and on. When they entered the great hall, the regulars were
finishing up their breakfast, but the newer Angels Zeke, Gabriel,
Michael, Raphael, and Samu'el waited to have breakfast with them.
There were more greetings exchanged, hugs, stolen kisses, a few
tears shed, and much macho slapping of backs and strong
Jethro was still having coffee and Hosanna Cakes talking with
several of his crew along with Marcus and Wilbur, and he
introduced them to the Angels. Jethro was morphed into his Kagoli
Demon form and only wore his massive black harness. He was naked
from the waist down as his employees insisted, so they could enjoy
his magnificence. He was using his huge leathery bat-like wings to
embrace a couple of his staff. It was obvious they loved it and
him. The Angels were a little taken aback except for Zeke, Gator
Gap, Uriel, and his mate Sandalphon. “My god, I ain't seen me one
of them Kagoli Demons in centuries. I thought they were all killed
out,” Uriel said in awe.
Gator doubled over with sobs, his face in his hands, and allowed
Cletus and Veed to help him to a seat. What's a' matter, Paw-paw?”
Cletus asked, “Ain't nothing to be afeard of, Jethro is the slave
of our local animal and slave doctor who's one of Master Billy's
brothers. Jethro's working as project manager building our new
city. He's the most loving Demon you can imagine,” Cletus said
trying to rid Gator of what he thought was fear.
“Many years ago, I had me one of them Demons for a companion and
mate. We was like you and Veed. Our souls became as one, and we
married ourselves. I loved him more than life itself and that's
why I come to live in the farthest, darkest, most dense part of
the swamp where nobody could find us, and we'd be safe. We were
safe from the white men, but we didn't count on the Indians. They
attacked him one day when I was out hunting for food and not only
killed him, they cut his heart out and his body into six separate
pieces. No one has ever shared my bed, and I have never loved
another since that time. Later the tribe who killed him came to me
to heal them, but I didn't turn them away. He would not have
wanted me to. It ripped my heart out to do it, but I healed them.
Before they left, I told them I knew they were the one's who
killed my beloved mate, his blood was on their heads, and because
of their fear and ignorance, I had no one to share my bed. They
robbed me of my companion and because of them, I must live my life
alone. I proudly bear his mark to this day,” Gator said, stood and
took off his shirt. He disappeared for a second and returned with
a set of bat-like wings exactly like Jethro's. The gathered crowd
of enhanced humans and Angels were overwhelmed. Very few ever saw
Gator wing-up, but they were impressed beyond words.
Jethro walked over to the old Angel and looked deep into his eyes.
“You should know enough about the Kagoli to understand not one of
us dies completely, Gator. Our person is recorded in the DNA of
the species. Look deep into my eyes, Gator, speak my name, and I
will come to you,” Jethro said softly. Everyone around the room
was in awe of what Jethro said and the staggering implication of
“Lord Lodbrok? Ragnar Shaggy-breeches?” Gator asked looking deep
into Jethro's eyes. The Angel saw a strange flash and Jethro's
eyes adjusted. They became the dark pools of love and compassion
Gator looked into thousands of times before, and it moved the
Angel to the core of his soul. (Many insist fabricated Angels have
no souls, but that's a fallacy; however, they never began to
develop souls until they were forced to make choices for those
they cared about and can be satisfied in their own hearts they did
the right thing. Only then would they begin to develop souls and
earn their wings.)
“Ah, my beloved Gator,” Ragnar spoke in a different voice than
Jethro's, “I have only fleeting moments to share with you. I am so
proud of you. You overcame your guilt, pain, and anger toward
those who killed me. You learned well what little I had to teach
you. Always remember what I told you: You are unique in the
universe and there will never be another like you until you
decided to create a life half-mine and half-yours. I do not speak
in riddles. If you share my words with Master Billy, he will
understand. He will help you make a living monument to our shared
love come to pass. I must return Jethro to his body, but remember
this, I loved you more than anyone I ever shared love with in my
life, and there were a few. Now, kiss me, my beloved mate, and you
will know it is I who have come to you. You are among good people
with whom you will share a strong bond. You will call them your
family, and when these things are accomplished, I will come to you
and dwell within your heart. You will no longer be alone,” Ragnar
said, and they joined in a kiss that moved everyone in the dungeon
to tears. When they finished, Gator said to his beloved, “I still
love you like no other. I will look for you, my beloved brother,
and be ready to receive you when you come to me. There will always
be room for you in my heart,” Gator said, and Jethro began to
shake his head like he was coming out of a deep trance.
“Feel better, sir?” Jethro asked.
“Much better. Thank you, Jethro, for your compassion and your
gift. I will never forget your selflessness or your generosity,”
Gator said, “You have given me new hope,” he added.
“You all right, Paw-paw?” Cletus asked.
“Better than all right, Son. I don't know if an Angel can be
reborn, because we were never born in the first place, but I think
I came close,” Gator said and smiled the sweetest smile, “I think
I have much to learn from your young master, Cleet,” he added.
“Hosanna!” exclaimed Bubba.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” responded the Daniels family. The
Angels looked at them and smiled.
“Hosanna, indeed,” agreed Uriel.
“Do you know what my mate was talking about, Master Billy?” Gator
“Absolutely!” Billy exclaimed, “My husband Boomer and I created a
bairn on our wedding night on Retikki Prime, and Billy Junior is
doing well growing within a surrogate mother, the fine young lady
we call Roz whom you met up to the big house. Our next bairn will
be a son for Boomer,” Billy said with encouragement. “All I have
to do is call forth your mate's DNA, mix it with yours and give
you the choice of carrying the bairn for four and a half months
and having a faithful Watcher of your choice carry him for the
last four and a half months; or, we can find a comely Irin cow to
carry him to term. Nothing to it,” Billy added and noticed several
Angel's mouths dropped open.
“But we ain't fertile, Master Billy. We's mules,” said Uriel using
the cowboy vernacular. (Angels adapt quickly.)
“I don't need your sperm, sir. All I need is your DNA information.
I can insert it into your sperm and voila' – you're fertile,”
Billy said, “I also plan to have several children by Captain Nick,
my surrogate pa.
“If what you say is true, sir, then I understand why your family
members shouted 'Hosanna,'” Uriel said.
“He's telling the truth, Uriel, I can tell. No one would be so
cruel as to lie about something so dear to this old Angel's heart.
He would have to have the heart of a reptilian devil, and I feel
nothing like that in him. I have faith. I believe he can do what
he says,” Gator said.
“Would your powers apply to an enhanced sterile human slave?”
“You ain't no slave, Sandy,” Uriel rebuked him.
“Of course he's your slave. You should be proud Sandalphon thinks
on you as his master. It's obvious, he loves you deeply and would
lay down his life for you. He would even bear your children if you
asked him, but to answer your question, Sandalphon, yes, it
certainly does apply to slaves as well as freeborn. I know the
difference, but other than our three punishment slaves, I don't
chose to think upon my slaves as other than family. Boomer is my
slave, given to me by his uncles, the two reigning Lord High
Chancellors of Retikki Prime,” Billy went on to describe his
relationship with Nick and his halfling twins. The Angels were in
awe. They heard rumors but discounted them as highly exaggerated.
“Are you responsible for giving the enhanced humans in your family
wings, sir?” Sandalphon asked.
“I am. Do you want a pair of wings, Brother?” Billy asked.
“If my master would allow me, I would love to have a beautiful set
of wings, sir,” Sandalphon replied.
“You don't have to ask me. Of course you can have a set of wings
if you want them. They just might come in handy,” Uriel insisted
almost annoyed at his mate for asking.
“Yes, he does, Master Uriel. He needs your approval and
encouragement, and I'm willing to bet, if you don't give him what
he needs, he will refuse my offer,” Billy said.
Uriel walked over to his mate, took him into his big arms, looked
him in the eye, and spoke, “I feel like a blind man seeing for the
first time, my love. Of course I want you to have a pair of wings
and make them any color you wish. Have Master Billy make them as
outrageous as them three. I will fall on my knees and beg him to
make mine match yours. You choose for both of us. For your years
of love and selfless devotion to me, you take the initiative this
time, and where you lead, I will follow,” Uriel said and then
sealed his words with a grand kiss. There were several deep sighs
of empathy from the gathered crowd.
“It will be done. You have a week to consider, Sandalphon. I have
yet to formally invite you Angels to our ranch starting at noon
next Friday and to stay the weekend or longer if you choose.
Saturday will be the Fourth of July, and we plan a great feast and
wonderful musical entertainment. For the first time, we will be
inviting a number of our neighbors and people we know and respect
from our community. It will be a grand day, but we will take time
to do these things for you, including taking care of some health
problems you swamp-rats are experiencing. So as everyone is here,
consider this my formal invitation to you. We will put you up in a
suite of rooms in the castle, and you will be treated like
family,” Billy said.
They sat down at the great table for breakfast. Jethro and his new
men, Marcus and Wilbur said their goodbyes and left for work.
After they were gone, several asked about the two men who were
part of Jethro's crew; the older and younger man. They said they
could read their auras, and they were deeply in love with each
“The big man we rescued from prison. He was falsely accused and
convicted of a crime he didn't commit. He was in prison almost
thirty years and was wasting away in solitary confinement. We come
to find out, he alone holds the secret to rescuing your brothers
from stasis. His mate is a young cowboy from Northern Oregon who
never went to school a day in his life, yet he's more learned and
educated than your average high school graduate. The universe
moves in mysterious ways sometimes and there are forces out there
what encourage certain interactions between people.
“They were a prime example; a much older man and a young man just
barely legal age, but they were brought together, fell in love,
and now are engaged to be married. I enhanced both of them and
when they fledged, their wings were exactly the same color. I had
no choice in the matter. It just happened that way. I can never
tell what an enhanced human's wings will look like. I could use
you, Master Uriel, and your undisputed mate, the handsome, strong,
and stalwart Sandalphon and me, my husband, and surrogate pa, as
prime examples whose actions seemed to be products of someone else
pulling the strings – and we would be right,” Billy said and
“Are you talking about a supreme being, Master Billy?” Orobas
“No! Not at all. I'm talking about millions upon millions of minds
whose imaginations have been set in motion by our actions and
feelings. They don't necessarily call the shots. We're the only
ones who can do such things as individuals, but if we're careful
and listen to the greater, majority of voices of the universe,
they will tell us the right direction to take every time,” Billy
said and left several blank looks on the faces of his audience.
“I didn't believe him either at first, but he's proved it to me
over and over again,” Captain Nick backed-up his boy.
“I think I can understand,” said Gator Gap.
“You men have no idea who or what you're dealing with,” Zeke spoke
up, “I only been here a couple of weeks and the things I seen and
the way this family works ain't like nothing else on this planet,
and rarely seen on any other planet. I come because I got word
through the Watchers in the North, a cowboy in the Hill Country of
West-Central Texas needed fallen Angels to rescue their brothers
in stasis. I thought I'd come check it out, stay a couple of days,
and drive back up north. I'm here to stay for as long as Master
Billy and his family needs me and my girls. Ain't that right
Pancake? Dolly?” he asked his dogs.
“That's right, Master Zeke. We're behind your decision all the
way,” Pancake replied, “We love it here on the Daniels ranch,” she
“Wait a minute! Did that dog just speak?” Zagan Vine asked.
“Of course I spoke, sir. Master Billy done give me and my sister
the gift of speech,” Pancake replied.
“See what I mean, Gentlemen?” Zeke asked like he just put the
period at the end of the sentence, and grinned like a possum eat'n
“And I suppose you got lions what lie down with lambs, too?” Uzza
Forcas challenged him in a mocking manner. Forcas could be a
sour-skeptic and a dick-head at times.
“Not yet, but make a note of that, Grover. I like the idea. It's
almost biblical,” Billy said and got a laugh from the others, “How
about a large Stomping of Bigfoot living in harmony with an equal
number of Daddy Long-legs who regularly attend our Barnyard
Concerts every weekend to enjoy a good meal with us and sit on the
cliffs to listen intently to the music we perform? Would they
match your biblical challenge?” Billy asked.
Uzza Forcas looked from one brother to another and finally caught
Zeke's eye. Zeke just grinned and nodded his head it was true.
“It's true, Brother Forcas,” Gabriel said, “We witnessed it as
well, and if that ain't enough for you, the ancient Essengurda
have finally decided to arise from their slumber and join Master
Billy and Captain Nick to make a new home for themselves and lend
their support to the Daniels family,” Gabriel added.
“My apologies, sir, after centuries of whispered promises and
nothing of substance beyond war, more war, and rumors of wars, I'm
afraid this old Angel has become jaded and more than a little
skeptical,” Uzza Forcas said with considerable humility.
“Apology accepted, Angel Forcus, “I come from a long line of
cowboys, and I'm damn proud of it. Unfortunately, cowboys is known
for their bullshit which seems to reach a peak with our
politicians and religious leaders in Texas. All they gotta' do is
open their mouth and you can smell it a mile away. I'll admit, I
sometimes use a soupçon of bullshit while telling a story to make
it more entertaining. I done spread my fair-share around a
campfire making a story more interesting than it really was, but
when it comes to my family and our accomplishments, I wipe my feet
at the door. That's where the bullshit ends, and I become my own
man or Cowboy-Angel what can backup his claims. Before you men go
get'n any idea I'm something or somebody supernatural, stop and
think about your past.
“You know you were sold a pile of bullshit and the price weren't
cheap. It's taken you centuries to get to the point where you can
be together and be civil with each other for your separate roles
in them early days. I ain't no god nor do I have any claim to be.
I'm simply an enhanced-human what is still learning what he can do
and how best to go about using the powers I been gifted to make my
life and the lives of those I think on as my family as easy and
comfortable as possible. I don't expect you men to accept anything
at face value. You will be given plenty of time to make your own
judgments. In the meantime, relax, enjoy our hospitality and the
joy of discovering how our family works and the Highland Shire
project,” Billy urged him and his brothers.
“I rather like your wings, Gator,” Billy said.
“Why was I left with only wings like Ragnar's? Do you have any
idea, Master Billy?” Gator asked.
“You wanna' take that one, Pa?” Billy asked Nick.
“Maybe it would be better to show you, Gator,” Nick said. He took
off his shirt and boots and motioned for the twins to do the same.
Billy sent a mental message to Boomer to follow Nick's lead. Billy
removed his shirt and boots as well and the five of them began to
morph into Kagoli Demons; one giant daddy Demon, two large adult
Demons, and two smaller incredibly cute Demons.
“My god how many of you can morph into Kagoli Demons, sir?” Gator
“Lord, Gator, I lost count. They all come to love the Kagoli's
bodies and morph sometimes for sexual play purposes. Jethro's
master, our vet and slave doctor, Doc Oatie, can morph into a
Kagoli Demon, and several of our giants. Some nights they's more
Demons in the hot tubs than Cowboy-Angels. Even our little Sun
Bears can morph. We'll show you a video of our mummer's play we
call 'Night on Bald Mountain,' when almost everyone but our
beloved Grover is playing the role of Demons,” Billy said and
laughed at the thought.
“What's that got to do with my wings, Captain Nick?” Gator asked.
“You didn't ingest enough of your mates enzymes to make the full
transition one way or the other. Reminds me of a song I heard
since I been back on Earth. The singers sings, 'I'm stuck in the
middle with you,'” Nick said, “It's exactly what happened to you.
You's stuck in the middle and can't go one way or t'other. Ain't
no problem, we can help you with it,” Nick said confidently.
“I don't know if I want to give them up. They's all I got left of
Ragnar,” Gator lamented.
“You won't have to. You'll be able to become him fully, and then
morph back into your Angel form with your original wings,” Nick
“That would be wonderful,” Gator said.
“There's only one small problem,” Nick said and grinned, “You have
to stay the night with me and ma' boy for three consecutive
nights,” Nick said and grinned wickedly.
“That wouldn't be so bad. I wouldn't have no objections,” Gator
said and grinned.
“We'll let you decide after we tell you the rest in private,” Nick
said and grinned.
“Do you think you could help us rid our bodies of chemical
contaminants we got from eating the fish and shell-fish we get out
of the swamp, Master Billy? A few of us, including Gator, are
noticing memory loss and loss of some of our powers. A lot of
people and a few swamp creatures like your Watchers, only not so
friendly, come to us from time to time. They know there's
something wrong with them, but they can't tell us,” Eligor Bathin
“Yes, I can purge your systems and restore you to your previous
normal state of health, but you can't go back to your old way of
living. While you might be immune to death from natural causes,
when you were created, there weren't so many toxic chemicals and
massive animal waste dumped into the swamps. I can teach you how
to detoxify your food, but I recommend you find some other means
of gathering food than from the gulf and swamps. I can only
detoxify you so many times before your bodies will start to loose
their ability to regenerate rapidly enough to keep you immortal.
“Look at you swamp-Angels compared to Zeke, Uriel, Sandalphon, and
Kokobiel. You look thirty years older than them. You know that
can't be good. Until we can do something to stop the big, corrupt
corporations and equally corrupt politicians from dumping their
shit into the waterways for disposal, you will only get worse. I
might even suggest you consider relocating for a while until we
can accomplish the environmental protection procedures to
safeguard the eco-systems of the swamps, but I can't promise you a
time schedule. We'll get to it when we can, but until then, unless
we have your help to stand with us to bring about change more
quickly, then it comes down to a choice of whether you want to
continue living or face your sure death in a toxic swamp,” Billy
“I can't speak for my brothers, Master Billy, but I'd like to stay
for a while and take advantage of your generous offer. Would you
have time for me this week?” Gator Gap asked.
“We'll make time for you. All you men are welcome to stay as long
as you like. We have a busy week ahead of us coming up to the big
day on Saturday for the Fourth of July, but if you agree to become
a part of our family, even temporarily, and give us a hand, we'll
be doing each other a favor,” Billy allowed, “Furthermore, we have
videos for you to watch in your spare time to better inform you
and bring you up to date from our beginnings to where we are now.
You got a lot of catching up to do, but don't fret none about it.
I can guarantee, while it's educational, it's equally
entertaining. We can put you men up in a suite of rooms in the
castle, and I'll have several of my slaves assigned to see to your
comfort and needs. I only need to inform the kitchen staff we will
have eight more to feed, and they will take care of the rest,”
Billy knew Gator would stay, and he was pretty sure the original
old swamp-rat was probably the unspoken leader for his group. What
Gator wanted to do, they wanted to do. Billy knew Sandalphon was
anxious to get his own set of wings, and aside from his brusque
manner, Billy would bet the big Angel, Uriel, would do anything to
make his faithful mate happy. Billy didn't know about Ipos
Kokobiel, but if he had to wager, he imagined Uriel held an
equally strong influence on him. Billy was right. They all decided
they would like to stay; at least, through the weekend.
“How do you men feel about becoming cowboys for your visit with us
so's you will blend in more naturally when we have outside
visitors, and you can feel free to mix and go anywhere on the
ranch you like; however, for your personal safety, I'd appreciate
it if you would allow one or more of my Cowboy-Angels to accompany
you. Clyde, Cowboy Andy, Garth, Mack, Balthazar, Slipweasel,
Rumdum, or Zeke will be glad to take you around and answer any
questions you might have,” Billy said.
“I have no problem with it since we didn't pack a bag. I'd be
proud to wear cowboy clothes, Master Billy,” Uriel said and the
others agreed with him.
Billy turned them over to Hank and Buck to see to their rooms and
clothing. He left Clyde and Cowboy Andy in charge to supervise and
help. Billy excused himself and his immediate family, and promised
they would join them for lunch in the great dining hall where they
were enjoying a big ranch breakfast. The visiting Angels were
overwhelmed there was so much food on the table and the quality
was far superior to anything they could get in a restaurant or
cook for themselves. Few, with the exception of Sandalphon, were
worth a damn in the kitchen until it came to down-home Cajun food;
then, the Angelic swamp-rats were unsurpassed. They took great
pride in their recipes and guarded them like they were sacred
“How you gonna' handle the enzyme conundrum wiff' Gator,
Kemosabe?” Nick asked after they departed for the big house, “I
know you only need a drop of my blood to give him the ability to
morph into a Demon and back,” Nick added.
“I'll carefully explain the natural organic method what got him
his Kagoli wings and give him the option of continuing down that
path with us as hosts, or explain the quicker less intimate
method. I'm taking odds he'll opt for the organic method, Tonto,”
Billy said and grinned, “Did you see the look on that Angel's face
when he got a good look at Jethro? If there weren't so many of his
buddies around, I swear on the name of some unknown god, he would
have dropped to his knees and ate his fill right then and there.
There was a desperate hunger in that poor Angel's eyes which
caused me to have a deep empathy for him. I know what he was going
through. I know the craving. I often have me some Demon Dad,
Kagoli, withdrawal symptoms what can only be satisfied with
another fix,” Billy said and they shared a laugh.
Nick was amazed at the pace Billy set for himself. Monday morning
was usually a madhouse around the ranch, and yet, Billy took
everything in stride, including seeing to their new guests. Billy
asked Vox Humana to give a brief speech at church the day before.
Vox announced there would be a Fourth of July barbecue and
Barnyard Concert on Saturday at the Daniels ranch and it would be
the first time they invited a limited number of the public, mostly
friends and neighbors, to the ranch. Vox told them, members of the
church were invited, but they must either let him know if they
planned to attend or they could call the ranch and speak with Kate
Daniels to let her know. It was important for them to RSVP so the
Daniels would know how much food to prepare. They had until
Wednesday noon to confirm their reservations. Unless they notified
him or one of the Daniels family before the deadline, they would
not be allowed on the property. Someone asked what sort of
entertainment they planned.
“Oh, nothing too grand,” Vox replied, “Just the entire Houston
Philharmonic Orchestra with several well known guest soloist for
the classical part of the program of American music, and the
second half of the program will be devoted to down-home country
music which will include many local musicians who are quickly
gaining national attention through the CD's the ranch has released
privately,” Vox said like it was just another day at the ranch.
Murmurs of speculation ran through the small congregation. Vox
knew every one of them, and out of fifty people, he guesstimated
perhaps half would even bother to drive out to the ranch. Vox went
on to stress they must be a member of the church with their names
on the role or they could bring a family member or guest who was
visiting in their home. However, there would be some folks there,
not church members, who would receive separate invitations. One
man asked why the Daniels didn't just throw it open for the entire
community? “Two reasons,” Vox replied, “One, they have limited
facilities, parking space, and seating for the concert; second,
would you open your home to everyone in our community?” he asked.
The man said 'no,' laughed, and allowed Vox had a good point.
Kate and Zelma spent one afternoon the previous week sending out a
few invitations to individuals and families who were not members
of their church. They were people who they knew and spoke to for
years around the community. Bubba and Lima Bean and their three
kids were invited. The Sheriff's two deputies and their families
were invited. They invited a couple of old maid school teachers
and one older gentleman who was known to do good deeds for anyone
in the community in need of a helping hand. His name was Brent
Sparks, and he would go out of his way to help anyone. He drove a
small Japanese car with a large cargo area in the back. Mr. Sparks
would take the elderly to the store and see them home safely. He
would take their groceries in for them and help them put them away
where they could easily get to them. He would sit with the sick
when they had no one else to look after them. He would drive
veterans fifty miles to the nearest VA hospital for a check up or
some procedure they required and wait for them, then drive them
There was a young paraplegic cowboy who was severely injured in a
rodeo accident by a Brahma bull who broke his spine living in the
local old folks home. Mr. Sparks was told about him and became his
friend. He visited him several times a week to sit with him and
talk. Sometimes he would read to the young man. He would
faithfully take him to the local movie theater on Saturday nights.
The local theater in town was going to be remodel. They ripped out
all the seats and threw them away, but they never got the funding
they were counting on due to ever increasing austerity programs;
however, they did manage to buy a second hand digital screen and
sound system. Texas people are resourceful to say the least. Folks
would bring their aluminum webbed lawn chairs to sit in, and it
was fine. They always had extra chairs sitting around for those
who didn't know or forgot to bring an extra chair. The young
cowboy's wheelchair was perfect.
It was general knowledge in the community, Mr. Sparks would feed
anyone who came to his door hungry, but he never asked for
anything in return. He never made a distinction between the
righteously poor, deadbeat druggies, or alcoholics. If they were
hungry, he fed them. If they were honestly poor he gave them what
assistance he could. He was quiet and unassuming, but he was
fiercely independent. He was never known to attend any of the
several churches in town. When asked if he was a Christian or did
he go to church, he would reply, “I don't need religion to be a
good man. My works speak for themselves.” He lived with a small
spayed female Swedish Vallhund for a companion who went everywhere
with him. She possessed a charming personality and was always
cordial to guests or people Mr. Sparks might be helping. She was
welcome everywhere. He named her Gertrude but he called her Gertie
most of the time. When Mr. Sparks called to confirm he would be
pleased and honored to join the Daniels family for the Fourth of
July, he was surprised when Kate told him to be sure and bring
Gertie with him.
“Oh, yes, I almost forgot, the young cowboy veteran you visit in
the old folks home, Barton Langstrom? Do you think he might like
to come with you, Mr. Sparks? We have facilities to take care of
his needs and enough manpower you won't have to be burdened with
his care for the entire day,” Kate inquired.
“I'm sure he would be thrilled and your offer is above and beyond
gracious, Mrs. Daniels; it's an act of supreme blessedness,” Mr.
“Well, I don't know about that, Mr. Sparks, but we have admired
your selflessness in our community and hoped in some small way we
could show you our appreciation for your good works,” Kate said
sincerely. There was a pause on the other end and Kate could swear
she heard the man crying. “Are you all right, Mr. Sparks?” she
“I'm sorry, Mrs. Daniels. I was overcome for a moment by your kind
words. Do I need to get back to you about bringing Mr. Langstrom,
ma'am?” he asked.
“No, just bring him with you, and we'll take over from there,”
“May the ancient voices of the universe bless you and your family,
Mrs. Daniels,” Mr. Sparks said.
“They already have, Mr. Sparks, beyond measure, and we wish to
share the bounty of our blessings with others,” Kate said. They
said their goodbyes and disconnected.
Billy made a personal call to the Clemsons who gave him the wild
boar to exchange for Marcus when they rescued him from prison. He
invited them to join his family the Saturday following their
visit, but they couldn't make it due to unexpected family showing
up. He spoke to Dover and made him promise they would come
Saturday around eleven in the morning to spend the day with him
and his family for their Fourth of July barbecue, music, and
fireworks. Dover promised, come Hell or high-water, they would be
* * * * * * *
In their usual Monday morning meeting with Aunt Helen and her ever
growing managerial staff, someone posed a question about
additional comfort stations since they were having so many guests
for the weekend. They wanted to know if Billy wanted to rent or
buy his own. Aunt Helen pointed out it would seem, with the
addition of the Essengurda and ever growing visitors, they would
have a permanent need for such or at least until the Highland
Shire project could be finished. It might be to their advantage to
Billy agreed for a dozen units to be placed by the side of the
newer barn for the ladies, and a dozen units to be placed down
behind the older barn for the men. Billy wanted a couple of female
attendants for the ladies-units and two males for the men's units
to make sure they were fully stocked.
Billy made a wisecrack about when he agreed to this gig of
becoming a new messiah he didn't know the job description included
waste management, or he might have reconsidered. He got a few
giggles, but he heard his pa standing beside him suck in air
between his teeth, like he knew Billy just threw a winning
home-run pitch to the best batter on the opposing team. Aunt Helen
slowly took off her glasses, took a deep breath, and sighed
audibly, “Unfortunately, Master Billy, even the exalted must make
decisions for his flock. The mundane as well as the sublime must
be considered, sir,” she said sweetly, knocking it out of the
ballpark. Nick didn't hold back. He let out one huge guffaw and
doubled up with laughter, and the others in the room joined him.
“You deserved that!” Enoch Redbone exclaimed.
“Amen, Brother!” Moss Garrett agreed.
“Hear! Hear!” exclaimed Bubba.
Billy was still laughing. “I guess I did. Forgive me people, and
Aunt Helen in particular. Make a note Aunt Helen to raise your
salary and everyone on the board's a dollar per hour effective
immediately,” Billy said and got a big smile from Aunt Helen and a
round of applause from his faithful board members.
“Way to go, Aunt Helen!” several were heard to exclaim and a
couple patted her on the back.
Billy had a number of things going on he needed to check out, but
decided to take on the four depleted swamp-Angels that afternoon
after lunch. He would save Gator for last as he wished to discuss
other options privately with him.
* * * * * * *
The Fourth of July was to be another one of the homecoming events
where skeleton crews were left at the participating Grange ranches
which were worked by the Daniels family slaves, and the others
would be gated to the Daniels ranch for the day. Bubba and Jack
planned to bring Doug and Hoss Dewberry with them, and Saturday
night would be Leon and Pete Breedlove's first time to share a
bed. Billy was in contact with Little Willie Whistlepie and
Sheriff Andreeson. Willie eagerly accepted Billy's invitation to
gate from Nellie Peterson's garage and leave his pickup truck
behind her Cantina.
Since there wasn't much going on in Tall Pine, Oregon for the
Fourth of July, the Sheriff made up a story and told his wife,
Willie and him were going hunting for the weekend, and they were
taking Willie's truck. They planned to take off right after his
shift Friday. The Sheriff made a big thing of packing his guns and
camping gear in the trunk of his patrol car. His wife didn't know
what Willie's truck looked like nor did she care very much.
Shirley Andreeson didn't know what to think after her husband
returned one morning, and he looked twenty years younger. She was
certainly moved by her refurbished husband and wanted him, but
Robert didn't care to have anything to do with her. Robert's love
for her died after the birth of their second son. The Sheriff
couldn't even get an erection when she tried to lie close to him.
The Sheriff finally admitted to himself there was just nothing
between them anymore since Bobby was gone.
* * * * * * *
The visiting Angels were agog over the huge storeroom where the
two mature cowboys housed the new and surplus western gear. Hank
and Buck didn't fuck around. They organized the place to look like
a major Western store show room. Billy gave them an open-end
budget and told them to make deals in quantity buying. Hank and
Buck could squeeze a nickel until the buffalo shit. They bought in
volume and made winning bids on close-out stock. Billy and his
staff were amazed what the two cowboys could do and the amount of
product they gathered way under Billy's presupposed ceiling. Billy
and his staff couldn't have been more pleased or proud of Hank and
They built boot rack shelves with row after row of every kind of
western and work boot you could imagine lining three large walls
in the room, and the place smelled wonderful. It was an immediate,
guaranteed erection for any man who appreciated leather goods.
They had a glass case counter they found in one of the storerooms
in the castle, cleaned it up, and filled it with belt buckles and
other western accessories. They could look at a man's foot, and
without measuring it, Buck could tell the size and width he wore.
He would hand him a pair of boots, and they would fit like a
glove. Each Angel was given his choice of two pair of boots. The
eight visiting Angels were like kids in a candy store.
Hank would measure one's waist and shout the width and inseam to
Buck, and he would bring out three brand new pair of Wrangler boot
cut jeans. They were allowed to pick out five nice western shirts
for themselves. Buck and Hank had a number of different styles of
belts and buckles. When it came to hats, the Angels pretty much
left it up to Hank and Buck which hat suited them best. When Buck
and Hank were through picking the felt hats, everyone agreed the
cowboys picked the perfect hats for them. The Angels also got nice
straw hats for everyday wear. Hank and Buck explained the felt
hats were more for formal wear like to the Fourth of July picnic
and Barnyard Concert. Hank used a permanent laundry marker pen to
carefully write each Angels' name on the hat band inside their
hats. When they ask why? Buck told them they would find out
at the concert on Saturday.
When they finished there were big smiles on the Angels' faces.
They got so much, they needed help carrying everything back to
their suite of rooms. They were equally impressed with their rooms
and how large and comfortable they were. They were in a
considerably better mood when they walked down the back stairs to
the dining hall for lunch, spruced up, and wearing their new
cowboy clothes. The kitchen help came out, made over them, told
them how good and authentic they looked, and gave them a
resounding round of applause. They found a little bit of heaven
for themselves on Old Nick's ship, and they were glad for it. They
were impressed Billy Daniels was so together and managed to gather
such competent and sensitive men to work for him. They fell in
love with Buck and Hank in the short while they were with them.
The two old cowboys couldn't have been more polite, congenial, or
respectful of the Angels; holy or not.
* * * * * * *
The kitchen and dining room help were in full gear getting ready
for the extra guests. Billy informed them earlier there would be a
larger crowd than usual for lunch and gave them figures. Billy
never demanded anything extra from his help without consideration,
no matter their position on the social totem-pole, he would reward
them equally. Armed with meat cleavers, cast iron frying pans,
large egg beaters, and one mop, several of the cooks cornered
Cletus with his husband David, and demanded he share his recipe
for 'Gumbo' with them. They were serious, too. When that didn't
work, they got the men laughing at their pleading and hyperbolic
threats. Cletus pulled an old yellowed sheet of paper from his
biker wallet, he carefully unfolded like he was unrolling a Dead
Sea scroll and began to read off the secrets of his award winning
Gumbo. They carefully copied it down and sent emissaries to the
big house to beg Ms. Kate for several items they didn't have. They
never heard of filé powder. (pronounced fee-lay)
Cletus advised them, if it was fresh to use it sparingly. They
would know from the smell. If it was very fresh and aromatic, set
a small amount on the table for those who liked the flavor
stronger. Kate didn't have any, but was sending Roz and Dorcas
into the local market for some other things and told them not to
come home without it; then, she laughed and explained the
situation. She already called the store, made sure they had a
bottle, and told them to put one behind the counter; her lady Roz
would ask for it.
Billy, his posse, his management staff, the project management
workers on the Highland Shire, and the other Angels in residence,
met the visiting Angels in the dining room, and they looked
spectacular in their cowboy clothes. They beamed with pride from
the compliments Billy's family bestowed upon them. The
swamp-Angels were particularly impressed when the dining room
servers brought out great bowls of fresh garden salad, baguettes
of freshly baked French bread still warm from the oven, and large
tureens of Filé Gumbo they served over wild rice.
It was the ultimate compliment from the staff for the
Cajun-Angels. Everyone watched carefully as Gator Gap took his
first taste, sat up in his chair, smiled from ear to ear, and
exclaimed, “Tres magnifique!” and the others cheered.
“Did you gentlemen have an interesting morning?” Billy asked. He
was curious who would answer his question, but wasn't surprised
when the others looked to Uriel as a spokesman.
“Indeed we did, Master Billy, and to say it was an 'eyeopening'
experience would be underestimating the surprise and feelings of
great joy and empathy we felt for you and your family's
compassion; the care for your fellow creatures, large and small,
and your sometimes wicked fun and ribald humor you and your people
seem to enjoy so much from living life to the fullest; but, I
think the most impressive part was, you seem to have the knack of
bringing everyone else along with you no matter their station in
your family, thus making them as equal as anyone else. We watched
the video of you and your men holding the mock trial for the
preacher and the young cowboy with the horns. I don't know about
the others, but I sat in my seat and laughed my Angelic-ass off
and cried buckets of somewhat less than holy-tears at the same
time. I never experienced anything quite like it during my many
years on this planet. Highly unusual for me, I might add, but I
looked around me and the rest of my brothers were reacting the
same way, so I didn't consider myself ready for the Angel's
retirement center just yet,” Uriel said and everyone laughed. “I
only have one burning question, sir, no pun intended. Who played
the part of the Devil, Satan?” Uriel asked.
Billy smiled and pointed at Gog down the table. “Our beloved
giant, Billy Gog Groats, who can morph into numerous Demon-type
critters he's run across over the years. We picked that particular
one for having just a touch of compassion in his appearance,”
Billy said and motioned for Gog to stand. The Angels gave him a
huge round of applause, and the rest of Billy's family joined
“Thank you, Good Friends. I don't know whether it's good to feel
proud of something what was such a naturally fun thing to do is
worthy of me or not, but I certainly appreciate your approval for
my small part in our Mummer's play,” he said and sat down. They
applauded for him again.
“It was brilliant and Balthazar played the ultimate Arch-Angel
with dignity, humor, and strength. He created an image I truly
wish I could have been so many years ago. I can only hope to
someday live up to such a standard as he set in his performance,”
Uriel said with a soupçon of lamentation.
“Not meaning to insult you, sir, I would say 'welcome to the human
race.' Despite your immortality, from your words, I suspect you
have a deep desire to become part of us. Perhaps many of your
brothers have shared a common dream to become a greater part of
something they helped create. My best guess is, us humans were
never really programmed for more than being an ignorant, passive
slave-race. Someone, somewhere along the line taught us we could
have more if we gained knowledge and reason. Knowledge is feared
by those who would enslave us. It was looked upon as the
death-knell for authoritarian despots who denied us to eat of the
metaphorical tree of knowledge. I think we have you and your
brothers in stasis to thank for that. Creation of a race don't end
at the birth of a new species. It has to be carefully nurtured as
a part of their social evolution, but alas, for all your brothers'
good intentions in the beginning, we didn't have surrogate-nannies
to show us the way.
Billy continued, "Religions, left in their wake, have always
supported the notion, man should bow-down before an omnipotent
wrathful despotic god and submit to his authority no matter how
insane the myths of his being. Many times the only other option
for non-believers was death by the hands of his faithful. Of
course, 'god's' authority was readily transferred to the prelates
of the early churches and subsequently established royalty through
claiming the divine right of Kings. Our earliest teachers and
mentors are locked away deep in the Earth somewhere in the
Middle-East. From their early guidance, we were instilled with the
idea, if we strive hard enough we could build great civilizations,
and we did; however, they always collapsed in on themselves for
the same basic reasons: fear, myths, superstitions, war, and the
insatiable greed of the moneyed class.
"They become cancers on the body of society and grow ever larger
and demanding at the cost of endangering the existence of the very
body which supports them. As they would have a controlled society
to protect their wealth, so should the common man have built-in
laws to protect him. The money-class should be controlled to keep
them from developing an entitlement attitude as an excuse to abuse
the power and influence their money can provide. We had a lot of
failures through the centuries, but we keep on trying to get it
right. We are fraught with mistakes, contradictions, and
self-doubts, but the prize is not necessarily in the outcome, but
in the challenge and the never ending struggle for something
better for ourselves. My job, as I see it, is to make sure we
finally accomplish that goal,” Billy said.
“Hear! Hear!” said Tron Garrett.
“Hosanna!” exclaimed Enoch Redbone.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” the folks around the table replied.
“And it only gets better from there,” Zeke spoke up looking right
“I have to agree with our brother, Zeke,” said Gabriel, “We never
saw that video until this morning with the rest of you. I think I
can speak for the rest of us ex-Archangels, we were as impressed
as you were, Brother Uriel. We've only been here a short while.
This place, and the people, seem to wrap themselves around you,
but you never want them to let go. We keep thinking it's too good
to be true. We keep looking for the soft, ugly underbelly, but we
can't find one. It's difficult to hide bad things when everything
is shared. You will discover everything is shared from the top
down and to use cowboy lingo: what chu' sees is what chu' gets,”
Gabriel finished and laughed.
“That's good enough for me,” Gator said, “Hell, they had me at the
first taste of this here Gumbo. It's damn good, too! Anybody what
cares enough to take the time to put this much love into a meal
can't be bad people,” he said and got a laugh out of everyone.
“What's on the docket for this afternoon, Young Master,” Michael
“I would like to work on the four swamp-Angels who live in Gator
Gap's area and restore them. I need to talk with Gator privately,
and a couple of things must be agreed upon before I process him.
Any of you Angels are welcome to join us and watch us work. We
could certainly use your extra-gathering power to complete our
tasks quickly and more efficiently. Not meaning to be
presumptuous, but perhaps you might learn a few new techniques, so
don't be afraid to ask questions. I will be glad to share with you
what I know,” Billy invited them.
The newer Angels looked to Uriel for a reply. For some reason,
unknown to Billy at the time, Uriel became the big Daddy-Angel to
them, and his word seemed to be respected above the others. “We
would be honored and pleased to assist you, Master Billy. You will
have our full cooperation, sir,” Uriel said and the rest agreed
The lunch was a great success, and the Angels couldn't thank the
cooks and help enough. Billy told Aunt Helen to give them a nice
gratuity in their next paychecks and raise their salaries to
compensate for the extra work. Also, to check with them to see if
they needed more kitchen and dining room help. He didn't know how
long they were going to have the extra Angels stay with them.
Billy pretty much figured Zeke, Slipweasel, Rum-dum were going to
be permanent residents, and he suspected the five ex-Archangels,
including Uriel and Sandalphon might decide to stay for a while.
Billy was unsure about Ipos Kokobiel. He didn't say much, but he
smiled a lot. He seemed to be pretty happy living among the desert
Indian tribes. Time would tell.
After lunch the men and Angels sat around the table and talked.
Billy sent the four Angels, Zagan Vine, Eligor Bathin, Uzza
Forcas, and Orobas Gamagyn with his grooms to help remove their
clothing, give them robes, and return to get him. It didn't take
them long, and Billy led the visiting group of Angels down into
the depths of the dungeon. Billy took special note of the robes
his grooms found for them. The were pure white, made of a heavy
terrycloth, with a belt of the same material to tie around the
waist. The length of the robes came down almost to the floor;
however, the most unusual part was each had a hood with a
drawstring around the neck which made the Angels look like holy
acolytes or monks of purity. Billy thought they were rather
apropos and complimented his grooms. They were pleased he liked
them and said they helped pick them out when Buck and Hank placed
Billy processed each Angel and managed to do the damn-near
miraculous feat of bringing them almost back to their pristine
beauty of their earlier selves. He couldn't bring them back to the
perfection they were when they rolled off the assembly line, but
they had a touch of maturity which gave them a look of having a
wise countenance. In their cowboy clothes, they looked like any
handsome middle aged Texas rancher. Billy carefully explained
exactly what he did and allowed the other Angels access to his
mind so they could learn the process for themselves. They were
highly impressed with Billy's talents and patient demeanor caring
for the ancient Angels. He explained he triggered some dormant
enzymes to which he attached the name of
'toxic-scrubber-brigade' what would cleanse their systems of the
heavy metals and contaminates they accumulated over the years
living in the swamp which was growing more toxic by the day.
He also explained he must repeat the same procedure on them three
times with one day between each session. For those periods, in the
late afternoon, they must drink a large sixteen ounce glass of a
special drink of pureed raw herbs and vegetables he would have the
kitchen staff prepare which would remove the toxins from their
intestinal track. It would consist of parsley, cilantro, kale,
broccoli, Spirulina, green tea extract, apple, lemon juice, and a
bit of royal jelly mixed with honey to sweeten the mix. They were
to have nothing else to eat until breakfast the next morning. The
four swamp-Angels were overwhelmed at their appearance after Billy
finished with them. They were so touched they cried and showered
him with their affections. Gator was impressed, but he was a bit
depressed Billy didn't care for him right away. He was like a
little boy who didn't get any candy given out to the others. Billy
felt his anxiety and conferred with Nick.
“Go ahead-on and refurbish him, Kemosabe. You can take care of the
Kagoli conundrum later. Start him on the same schedule so's he
won't feel left out,” Nick advised.
“Remind me to have Aunt Helen give you a raise in your allowance,
Tonto,” Billy said sincerely.
“Off with your clothes, you old Gumbo-Pirate. I was gonna' wait
and take care of both your problems at the same time, but you got
my surrogate pa to thank for setting me straight. Might as well
get you started on the same program as your mates. It will be
easier for us and my kitchen staff,” Billy said and patted the
table for him to get on it as soon as his grooms helped him off
with his clothes. Gator was overjoyed and lost no time shucking
off his clothes. Of all the swamp Angels, Gator's body appeared to
be the most depleted. It took Billy and the Angels a little longer
with Gator, but when they were through, he looked the most
improved of the swamp-Angels. Gator couldn't thank Billy and Nick
enough, and he cried in Billy's arms. Again the other Angels who
assisted were staggered at Billy and their old arch nemesis Nick's
empathy and compassion for their newly refurbished brother.
They came to look upon Nick in a new light and realized he and the
other fallen Angels were right, and they were wrong. It only
increased their feelings of sorrow and guilt they chose the wrong
side, but they also came to realize, through Billy Daniels, they
were neither beyond the greater rationality of reason nor out of
reach for their personal salvation through repentance; not simply
as Angels, but by reaching out to finally conjoin with the human
race. They came to understand, Billy was right; after all the
centuries they wandered aimlessly, they must make a stand to set
right a mistake they made thousands of years ago.
Next Billy singled out Uriel's companion, Sandalphon, and told him
he would grant his wish for a pair of wings. The big man was not
as handsome as most of the Angels, but he looked like a strong,
rugged male human should in Billy's opinion. He found Sandalphon
quite attractive. His immediate friends and his Angel brothers
called him Sandy. With his rather ruddy complexion, dressed in his
new western clothes, he looked very much like a cowboy named
'Sandy' should look. His clothes enhanced his cognomen. “Come,
Sandy, you look like a kid on Halloween what only got fruit in his
sack and no candy. Let my grooms help you undress and lie down. I
will give you the pair of wings you always wanted,” Billy said.
“Do I have a choice of color?” he asked as he immediately removed
his hat and started to unbutton his shirt.
“I don't have a great deal of control over it. To be honest I
ain't researched that part of the application enough to tell what
color they will be or how to control it. The splashy colorful
wings of Jack, Cletus, and David were created by my brother,
Bubba, here. Usually when I do it, they come out whatever color
the gifted person imagines for himself. We've noticed bonded pairs
of men will have the same color wings almost invariably like the
universe wants them to be known as a couple; however, if you have
a particular preference in mind, we'll do our best to accommodate
you. If you want color, I'll let Bubba gift you. If you want a
pair like Uriel's, I'm your man,” Billy explained.
Sandy looked at his master. “Don't look at me, Son. They're going
to be your wings, and you have to live with them. Tell the man
what you want and not what you think I might want,” Uriel said
“I want a pair like Master Jack's,” Sandy replied without
“Bubba! You're up!” Billy exclaimed.
“Wing up, Brother!” Bubba ordered Jack so he could see his wings
while he was working on Sandy.
After Sandy lay down on the table, Bubba came and took his place
at the head of the table and for the first time felt the combined
power from the other Angels and his brothers being channeled
through him as a capacitance to release it to the rugged looking
man lying beneath him. It was an exhilarating rush and a
stimulating experience almost like a the high a person gets just
before orgasm, but it was more sustainable and Bubba was in
control. He started at Sandy's head and let a rush of energy flood
out of him. It didn't stop until Bubba felt like his wave of
released energy hit another shore and sent back an echo-wave of
confirmation. After a few minutes he knew he completed the task of
restoring the man and gifting him with a set of brightly colored
wings. Bubba knew exactly when they would be breaking through the
skin on his back. He gave the signal for the others to power down,
and they automatically shook the excess energy from their wings to
be absorbed by the flat stones which made up the dungeon floor.
Sandy sat up and looked puzzled. Bubba realized from the look on
the man's face, he didn't understand it took time for them to
grow. Bubba placed his hand on his shoulder, “Fear not, Brother, I
only planted the seeds. Didn't anyone tell you, you must grow them
yourself?” he asked.
“No, I was expecting them to be there when you finished, but it
makes sense,” Sandy replied, “I thought maybe I wasn't worthy
enough to receive a pair,” he lamented.
“Nonsense!” Bubba barked at him, “The seeds I planted are very
much alive and starting to grow right now, but they won't break
the surface of your skin until much later this evening. Until
then, you must drink Watcher's milk to fully activate them and
give them strength. They should be ready to break through about
eleven this evening. One of us will be with you to perform the
minor surgery necessary to help them break through, but we will
heal your back immediately,” Bubba explained like a doctor, “Not
to worry. I still ain't sure how human babies are born, but I can
birth a set of Angel's wings like a pro,” Bubba bragged and got a
laugh out of the gathered Angels.
“How long does it take for them to grow?” Sandalphon asked.
“Once they break the surface, they will grow to maturity in
approximately twelve hours – maybe less. You will need a Watcher
with you. He will feed you his sweet milk, sing to you for comfort
an reassurance, and help you relax. Bubba assigned one of his
extra Watcher-Protectors to stay by Sandalphon's side. He was the
smallest of the extra group of Watcher who hung-out and protected
Bubba's ranch. He was only seven and a half feet tall. Bubba
called him 'Shorty.' He was young and still growing, but he had a
sweet, unassuming manner about him everyone loved. Shorty and
Sandy hit it off right away, and the huge beast had the Angel
hooked to his teats in no time. Angels are not immune to the
wonderful flavor, texture, and effect of Watcher milk.
Billy made the five swamp-Angels swear on the name of some unknown
god they would follow his instructions to the letter, and they
duly swore. In a moment of nonsense, they decided each would swear
on the name of separate unknown gods, because they reasoned if one
unknown god accidentally found out and got pissed off, the others
wouldn't have to share the unlucky Angel's punishment. They were a
bit amused and thought Billy's attempts to mother-hen them were
touching. He wouldn't even allow them sit in the dining hall while
the others were eating supper least they be tempted to sin and not
keep their word to him. He insisted they must drink his special
concoction and return to their rooms immediately. They would
otherwise be able to participate in any further activities for the
evening; however, they were warned to take note of the nearest
restroom facility because within approximately three to four hours
they would think their bottoms were bomb-bay doors about to drop
Fat Man over Nagasaki and Master Billy's cocktail-du-jour would
completely evacuate their systems ridding them of toxins. (Yes,
Virginia, even Angels must defecate.)
* * * * * * *
Billy allowed the new set of Angels to follow him everywhere that
afternoon. He showed them the new building projects and the two
apartment style bunkhouses they were building to have a little
more comfort and privacy for some of his staff. Of course, he took
them on a whirlwind tour of his City of Glass, the Sapphire City
model, and showed them what they completed. They were impressed.
They got to see their neighbors Marcus and Wilbur working their
asses off trying to get things organized, but they seemed to have
things under control. Billy made a mental note to have Buck and
Hank get them a couple of pairs of steel-toed engineer boots. They
looked uncomfortable walking so much in cowboy boots, and the
western boots provided them little protection on a construction
That week Billy changed his and his posse's schedule to bring the
newer Angels up to speed. He would have breakfast in the big house
with his family, but he and his posse would have lunch and
sometimes supper with the Angels and work crews. He had a lot to
get done as it would be a shorter than usual week for him since he
was devoting most of the day Friday to rehearsals with the Houston
Philharmonic at Uncle Tom's cabin. He was in touch with Clara Mae
almost everyday and she hired a couple of extra orchestra members
to help her organize and make sure they got the music and parts
from their library. They were starting early in the morning,
taking a break for lunch which Billy and his staff would provide,
and then however long it took after that.
Monday evening late, Billy, his posse, and everyone in the castle
met in the bath area of the dungeon for a soak in the hot tubs.
Bubba's prediction of Sandy's fledging was accurate almost down to
the minute. He started complaining his shoulder blades were
beginning to be uncomfortable around ten thirty. His assigned
Watcher, Shorty, was attentive to the big man that evening and was
with him and Uriel when Sandy's fledging began. Bubba led Sandy to
the dungeon and had him lie face down on the same table he worked
on him before. Bubba expertly cut one side and allowed the small
nub to pop up and then the other side. Jack was right behind him
healing Sandy's wounds and there was little or no blood. Bubba
told Uriel and Shorty to take him to their room and have him drink
as much of Shorty's milk as he could. Let Shorty share his bed,
and Sandy would grow-in a set of wings by morning. Billy could
tell Uriel was impressed beyond measure.
* * * * * * *
Things were going along smoothly until Wednesday while Billy was
finishing the second round of detoxification for the five
swamp-Angels. They knew the routine by that time and were looking
better after each session. Several of the Angels commented they
couldn't remember a time they looked so healthy and were equally
pleased they looked so much younger. They could see the results
for themselves. Billy was working on Gator when he felt a tickle.
He recognized it was his little brother's tickle.
<< Zat chu', Bossman? I'm busy right now as you can see,
>> Billy asked and sent him a metal picture.
<< Emergency tickle, Big Brother. Ludo found Leatherface
at the base of them limestone cliffs above my swim'n hole down
to the river a while ago. He says his left leg is slashed open,
he's got a gunshot wound through his back, and Ludo thinks his
back may be broken, >> Randy said.
<< Where are you right now, Little Brother? >>
<< I'm out front of the foreman's house, with ma'
ramrod, >> Randy returned.
Billy stopped for a minute with Gator and looked up. “I just got a
tickle from ma' Little Brother. Leatherface was shot and fell off
a cliff down by the river. He's got a big gash in his leg and Ludo
thinks his back may be broken. Bubba, Clyde, Enoch, Moss,
transport in front of the foreman's house over to the Rutherford
ranch. Boomer fetch that gurney in the corner and go wiff' 'em.
Bubba, grab that emergency kit on the wall over there. It's got a
tourniquet in it. Those of you who can hear thoughts tune into
mine – right now,” Billy said.
<< I'm sending Clyde, Bubba, Enoch, and Moss. Can you
open a gate to the river where Ludo and Leatherface are, Son?
>> Billy asked.
<< Sure, nothing to it, Bro. I'll have it open when they
get here, >> Randy said.
<< Here comes Boomer with the gurney, and he's coming
with them, >> Billy said, << They'll take his pain
away and levitate him onto the gurney. While they do that, you
open a gate to the dungeon on Captain Nick's ship. Leave Ram in
charge of the ranch, and have him tell your mother where you
are. You come with 'em through the gate, Son, >> Billy
said and watched his team disappear.
“Let's finish up here. It will take them several minutes, and
we're just about through with you for today, Gator,” Billy said.
“Hell, we can do this later, Son,” Gator started to get up.
“No, no, lemme' finish! He'll be all right. I got good men working
for me. They'll prep him and have him ready for me when they get
here. Relax, Gumbo-pirate,” Billy reassured him.
It took them a little longer than Billy thought. He was finished
with Gator several minutes before his men and little brother came
through a gate into the dungeon. Billy alerted his grooms, and
they were waiting with buckets of warm water, antibiotic liquid
soap, sponges, soft cloths, and fluffy towels to clean
Leatherface's body. They had a rubber sheet over the table so they
could clean him and not get blood on the padded leather table. The
first thing Billy did was dip his finger in Leatherface's blood
and tasted it. Nick watched a great shock come across his boy's
face. Billy was stunned like he couldn't believe what he
discovered. Billy shook his head like it just couldn't be. He
dipped his finger in to taste the man's blood again like he wanted
to make sure he didn't get a false reading. << Is it
Randy's uncle Douglas, Kemosabe? >> he heard Nick ask
in his mind.
<< How did you know, Pa? >> Billy replied.
<< I suspected for sometime now, but never said nothing.
I was almost sure you suspected something, >> Nick
<< I did suspect something, but nothing like 'iss. What
should I do about Randy, Pa? >> Billy asked
<< Put yourself in Randy's place. Would you wanna' know?
>> Nick asked.
<< Damn right I'd wanna' know, and I'd resent anyone
trying to hide the truth to spare my feelings just 'cause I's a
kid, >> Billy send back.
<< Then you got chore' answer, Kemosabe. It's the right
thing to do. You and Randy can talk about who needs to know
later, >> Nick sent.
<< Will you take him aside and tell him, Pa, while we
work on Douglas? >> Billy asked.
<< Not unless it's a direct order from you as my master.
He needs to hear it from the one man he loves above all others,
his Big Brother. He needs to know he can put his faith in his
savior, >> Nick sent back.
<< God, I hate it when you're right, Tonto! But I have
to love and admire you for telling me the truth. I'll tell him,
Pa, >> Billy sent.
“Clyde, pick Randy up and hold him for me,” Billy told Clyde and
he did. “Little Brother, there's something you need to know about
Leatherface. He's your uncle Doug, Son,” Billy said and watched a
look of terror mixed with joy come across Randy's face.
“Oh, my god! I knew there was something different about him what
was more important than just being an interesting stranger. Can
you save him, Master Billy?” Randy said starting to cry.
“You know I can, Son. We'll fix him up better than new, but we got
some decisions to make. I need my Bossman to pull his'self
together because you're gonna' be making some big decisions for
your uncle, while me and these fine Angels work on him,” Billy
said with empathy for his little brother, “Boomer, take Randy from
Clyde. I'm gonna' need all the extra wings we can get to put this
man back together and enhance him,” Billy said.
“We been at this for sometime now, is there any Angel who needs a
break or is tired?” Billy asked.
“Are you kidding, after what you done for us?” Gator Gap asked.
“Go ahead, Son, do what you need to do to bring this man around
right. We're behind you a hundred percent,” Uriel said.
“Make that a hundred and one percent, Master Billy,” said Uriel's
mate Sandalphon as he raised his beautiful new multicolored wings
It was quite a spectacular introduction for the Angels to meet
Billy's little brother, the young boy they referred to as 'Bossman
Randy.' He was Billy's first major healing. They watched the
videos of it and how Billy became known as the Walmart Cowboy
Jesus. The new Angels heard Billy's family talking and trading
stories about Randy, and saw him on several other videos they
viewed, but it was their first time to meet him. They were more
than a little impressed. They quickly put two and two together and
were as dedicated as their young master to save Randy's uncle for
him. Furthermore, it was their first time to see Billy in action
saving someone's life rather than doing enhancements,
refurbishings, or detoxifications. The dedication and skill of the
young master melted the hearts of the most skeptic among them. By
the time Billy finished working on Douglas Rutherford's body to
make sure he was in no danger of expiring, there wasn't an Angel,
fabricant or cowboy, who wasn't ready to give their lives and
souls if need be to the young Cowboy-Master of the Hill Country.
Billy removed the bullet from Douglas' back which was lodged in
one of his ribs. It didn't go all the way through and no damage
was done to his lungs. His grooms came in and gave a quick
cleansing of the exposed wounds and saved the the rest for later.
After the bullet was removed, Billy healed the wound in Doug's
back, then moved to his leg. The Angels watched in awe as the the
torn flesh and tendons went back together like a movie accident
run backward until lastly the tissue came together followed by the
external covering of skin. By the time Billy got around to working
on Doug's back, Oatie Breedlove transported from his office
directly to the dungeon on Captain Nick's ship and was there to
help Billy access the damage.
Fortunately, Doug's spine was not broken, but almost every rib on
his left side was either broken or cracked. Once again the Angels
were stunned by what they saw. They watched the overhead scope as
rib after rib was fused back together and conjoined in their
original position. Billy and Oatie made a thorough inspection of
the big man's spine from the back of his head to his coccyx and
found no bruising or trauma. The only thing left to correct was
his face and as Billy and Oatie carefully removed his leather
covering there were several audible gasps and a few heads turned
away at what they saw. Their hearts went out to the man and his
nephew. Randy took one look and turned his face into the fur on
Boomer's massive chest, and the young cowboy cried.
“He's gonna' be all right, Bossman,” Oatie assured Randy, "We can
fix him, Little Brother," he added.
“It's decision time, Little Brother. Doug don't wanna' look like
his old self. I done told him I could repair his face like new.
Maybe he might change his mind, but lets give him the option. In
the meantime, who do you want him to look like? You know we got a
DNA data bank of damn near every man on this ranch and most of our
neighbors to pick from. I can make him look like their twin
brother or a normal sibling with minor tweeks," Billy said.
“I want him to look exactly like Jethro Quince, and I want him to
have a foreskin like Jethro and me. My daddy absolutely refused to
have me circumcised. My momma told me my daddy said him and his
brother swore a pact, if they had sons they would never have their
penises mutilated like theirs were,” Randy said without
hesitation. “I know my uncle would appreciate it, and could you
maybe give him another four inches and make it a little fatter
while you're at it, sir?” Randy asked like he was designing his
own special man.
“He's already done got a good straight-eight without erection. You
sure about them extra four inches, Bossman?” Billy asked with big
grin. He didn't care, he was just having fun with his little
brother to lighten the situation.
“A cowboy can't have too much cock. If he's to become my foreman,
I want him to have the biggest penis on the ranch. Ever' body
loves a ramrod wiff' a big dick. Why do you think Jethro's so
successful, Brother?” Randy said and grinned.
“I c'ain't argue with such sound reasoning, Bossman. Okay! He gets
a fatter cock wiff' four more inches and some nice lace curtains,”
Billy said, “Don't you think we should ask Jethro if we can use
him for a template for your uncle's looks and body?” Billy asked.
“You don't have to ask, Jethro, Master Billy. He's my husband and
slave. I can speak for him,” Oatie said.
“No! No! Big Bro's got a good point, Doc Oatie. We can ask him,
but I'll tell you what he'll say. I know Jethro. Him and me, we's
good buddies. Remember, I's the one what helped design him. I give
him that pitcher of the mechanic from Team Fortress 2. I'll just
tell him I want my own copy of his fine-self for my uncle,” Randy
As Douglas Rutherford lay in a deep sleep, his future was being
planned and orchestrated by several extraordinary men and one
young boy, his nephew, to become the man he always wanted to be
but couldn't because of unforeseen setbacks in his life. Billy
sent his grooms to fetch Jethro and tell him his two master's and
his little brother had need of him. Jethro knew who they were
talking about without explanation, set his work aside, and
followed the grooms to the dungeon. Randy cheated by running to
Jethro's huge arms and being swept up with a greeting of major
hugs and stolen kisses. The Angel and cowboys were enjoying the
“We found out Leatherface is my uncle everyone thought was dead,
Brother Jethro. As you can see, three-quarters of his face is
gone. He don't want to look like his old self because he don't
want his mother and sister-in-law, my mother, finding out about
him. We need to create a new face for him. They asked me who I
wanted him to look like and my first thought was, I want him to
look just like my big brother, Jethro,” Randy explained.
“What's the problem?” Jethro asked like he was dumbstruck they
should even ask.
“Master Billy thought I should ask your permission to make him
look like you,” Randy said.
“That's bullshit! Didn't you tell him we was brothers, Little
Bro?” Jethro asked like he was disappointed.
“I did. I told him I knew what you would say, but I wanted Master
Billy to hear it from you,” Randy said.
“No disrespect intended, Master Billy, but if my little brother
wants his uncle to look like me, by all means, make it so. I'd be
right proud and honored to have me another brother in the
Rutherford clan,” Jethro said firmly stealing another kiss from
Randy. “Is that all? Can I get back to work now?” Jethro asked.
“Yes, and thanks, Big Brother. I knew you wouldn't let me down,”
Randy said and stole another kiss of his own. The Angels gave both
men a round of applause. Jethro put Randy down. They held hands
and took a bow. Jethro turned and went back to his work.
“You don't never wanna' challenge that kid. You gotta' give it to
our Bossman, he can back up his word,” Billy said to the gathered
audience, and shook his head, “Ain't that right, Mr.
Smarty-boots?” Billy asked Randy, and the young buckaroo giggled.
Randy captured the hearts of the rest of the Angels like it was a
walk in the park.
It took them a while, but with the massive strength from the extra
power of the life-force gathered by the huge number of Angels from
the ether of the universe helped considerably to make the project
move faster. The rebuilding of Douglas Rutherford to look like a
twin of Jethro Quince was even more amazing to the Angels and
Billy's posse as well. Billy's Cowboy-Angels watched him do some
pretty remarkable things in the last several months, but the
reconstruction of Doug Rutherford was borderline miraculous.
“I'm sorry, but I have to say, I'm standing here watching this
with my own eyes inches away, but I'm having a rough time grasping
the reality of what I'm seeing,” Uriel spoke softly.
“Hosanna!” Sandalphon said quietly in reverence.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” the others echoed like the final 'amen'
of a great prayer.
“See, I told you, you should do children's parties, Big Brother,”
Randy said and giggled. Everyone in the room laughed including
“Hesh up, Little Brother! You'll make me lose my concentration,
and yore' uncle could end up with an ear for a nose,” Billy said,
and everyone laughed again.
When Billy finished Doug's facial reconstruction, the Daddy
Long-leg looked like a Xerox copy of Jethro. Billy went over
Doug's body inch by inch and removed scars, cuts, or bruises, and
replaced them with healthy living tissue. Randy wanted him
hairless, and Billy wasn't about to argue the point. If Doug
didn't like being hairless, Billy could give him hair later. He
had to agree with his little brother, the image of Jethro Quince
to help Douglas restart his life was a good place to start. Doug
turned out to be every bit as handsome, and his new appearance
exuded raw-boned sexuality; he was stunningly handsome lying on
When Billy was through, he moved away and allowed his grooms to
carefully and gently bath every inch of Doug's body. They dried
him, and they were done. Billy thanked them as they were mopping
up the blood and water which fell on the flat stones of the floor.
They were finished. They brought a fine cotton sheet to cover him.
Billy softly called to him. “Doug! Douglas Rutherford! I know you
can hear me. The voice you're hearing is Billy Daniels. In a
minute I'm going to let you open your eyes. You had a bad
accident. We think you were shot in the back, lost your footing,
and fell off a cliff. You have been repaired, and you're safe on
the Daniels Ranch. Your Watcher-Brother and your nephew's
protector, Ludo, found you unconscious and bleeding on the bank of
the river below the limestone cliffs. If you can hear me, raise
your right hand,” Billy instructed, and slowly Doug's fingers
moved; then his hand raised just a bit, and he let it settle back
down. “I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. Raise your
right hand for 'yes,' your left hand for 'no,' and both for 'I
don't know.' Understand?” Billy asked and Doug raised his right
hand and let it back down.
“Good! Good! Do you hurt anywhere?” Billy asked. Doug raised his
left hand and lowered it. “I'm going to let you open you eyes, and
you're going to see a group of men standing around wearing wings,
but don't let it bother you none; y'aint died and gone to heaven;
unless, you consider the Daniels ranch a little piece of heaven.
The truth is, we just returned from a costume party and dang if
everybody didn't show-up dressed like Angels,” Billy said and got
a few laughs from his audience. “Now, open your eyes, Doug,” Billy
commanded and Douglas Rutherford opened his eyes and saw Billy
Daniels standing over him with his wings still on his back. He
blinked a couple of times and looked around at the concerned faces
of other good looking men and cowboys wearing a variety of
different colored wings.
“Costume party my ass,” was Doug's first statement, and the men
roared with laughter.
“Welcome back, Cowboy,” Billy said and took his hand. “You got a
small but huge fan over there in the arms of that big Watcher,
whose quick action saved your life,” Billy said and Doug focused
to see Boomer holding his nephew, Randy. He tried to sit up, then
put his hand to his face to cover it. He looked confused when he
felt flesh instead of a leather mask. Billy gently put his hand in
the center of his chest and made him lie back. “Relax, Doug! You
ain't got nothing to worry about. We made you look like one of our
favorite and best looking slaves to hide your identity if that's
what you want. However, when I checked your blood, your DNA
pattern was almost exactly like my little brother's over there,
and I knew you were related; so closely related, you could only be
his daddy or his uncle; however, there were two alleles which were
different what told me you must be Randy's uncle Doug,” Billy
said. The Cowboy-Angels made way for Boomer, and he carried Randy
over to his uncle.
Boomer set him down, and Randy took his uncle's hand. “Damn, you
look good, Uncle Doug. Ma' big Brother here and his Cowboy-Angels,
and some real honest-to-god Angels among them, worked on you for a
couple of hours or more to heal you and refurbish your body.
Master Billy was just blowing smoke up your butt. They really are
wings, and you'll start to grow a pair in about twelve hours.
You's one of the Daniels family now, Uncle Doug. I am, too, but I
won't get my wings until I go through pooh-bear-tea. That's all
right. I can still do some neat tricks. I'll show you as soon as
you get better and grow stronger. You look like a twin to my big
brother, Jethro. He gimme' his consent to have Master Billy use
his DNA to rebuild you. You're still my uncle, but you's just been
repackaged,” Randy said and smiled at his uncle. "And what a
package – a Ramrod Randy special," Randy declared and all the
Angels laughed at his enthusiasm and joy.
“Then those were real Angels we saw come riding out of the clouds
at the last Barnyard Concert?” Doug asked.
“Yeah, Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and Sama'el. Raise your hands,
Gentlemen,” Randy said and the four Angels with white wings raised
“You feel like sitting up, Son?” Uriel took Doug's other hand.
“I think so, sir, and who might you be?” he asked.
“I am Uriel,” the Angel replied and Doug nodded.
“The light of God?” Doug asked as Uriel helped him sit up and
turned to drop his legs over the side.
“That's what my name meant once upon a time long ago, Son, until
me and my brothers were bullied and betrayed. Now, today, after
what I just witnessed – Master Billy Daniels and his
Cowboy-Angels, with our assistance, brought you back from the
brink of death and completely rebuilt you – I have become the
light from out of darkness; I have seen a new hope for mankind I
never thought possible,” Uriel said.
“Does that rate a 'Hosanna', Big Brother?” Randy asked sotto voce
using the back of his hand pretending no one else could hear him;
everyone did and laughed.
“I'd say it definitely does, Little Brother,” Billy replied, “Take
it away, Tiger!” Billy exclaimed.
“Hosanna!” Randy shouted raising his little hand in a fist, and
everyone in the room echoed his cry.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” they replied holding up their hands in
“Would you like to get a better look at your new self, Brother?
You feel like walking to that mirror over there?” Billy asked
motioning to the floor length antique mirror in the corner.
“I might need a little assistance, sir, but I think I can navigate
it,” Doug replied.
Uriel got on one side and Bubba on the other to slowly walk
Douglas to the mirror for his first look at his new self. He stood
before the mirror in awe. The man looking back was more ruggedly
handsome than he ever remembered himself being, but he liked the
look. He also commented he liked the hairless look including his
heavy dark beard which made him look masculine with just an edge
of toughness. When Billy told him he could provide Doug with
another persona, he never believed he could really do it, but here
he was, looking at a remarkably strong looking, handsome man.
Voluntary tears came to Doug's eyes. “Thank you, Gentlemen, for a
second chance. I won't let you or my nephew down,” Doug said to
the Man-Angels gathered. They applauded and cheered for him. Randy
ran to his uncle and hugged him in the raw. It was natural for the
young cowboy to show his affection for his only living male blood
“Come, Mr. Rutherford, we will have grooms help you in the shower,
and we will dress you in western clothes. We will find a room here
in the castle for you and Randy where you can stay until you grow
more sure of yourself and feel you can venture out on your own,”
“Thank you, Master Billy for saving my nephew's life, and thank
you for saving mine,” Doug said.
“You're welcome, Brother. We hope you find a new home here as well
as one at the Rutherford ranch,” Billy said.
“It may take some time, sir,” Doug said.
“No one will rush you. Well, maybe my little brother, but you
can't fault his enthusiasm,” Billy said and laughed.
“He's just like his daddy,” Doug replied.
* * * * * * *
Billy called the Rutherford ranch and explained to Ruth what
happened, but he didn't tell her Leatherface turned out to be her
brother-in-law. He decide he would leave that to Doug and Randy.
He asked if Randy could stay at the ranch for the rest of the week
through Sunday. Nothing surprised Ruth anymore about Randy and she
felt he was safe as long as he was under the Daniels supervision.
She was sorry to hear about the Daddy Long-leg but happy Randy and
Ludo found him in time and Billy saved him.
They had an extra, private room with bath and sitting room within
the giant's apartments. Doug expressed an affinity for the huge
men, and they shared the same feeling for him. Billy gave the room
to Douglas and Randy. Hank and Buck carefully laid out the same
allotment of western clothes for him they provided the visiting
Angels, and they were waiting for Doug when he and Randy arrived.
Randy helped his uncle dress for supper. Doc Oatie and Jethro
stayed for supper on the ship to continue their visit with the
newer Angels and Doug got to meet his twin. The two big men were
moved to tears. Jethro called him brother and Doug acknowledged
his claim and called Jethro his brother. Doug was reserved, but he
wasn't shy anymore. He couldn't be shy with a nephew like Randy.
The young cowboy brought his Watcher-Protector and Doug's running
buddy, Ludo, to the ship to provide his uncle with Watcher's milk
and help wet-nurse him through the birth of his wings. Randy was
an old hand at birth'n Cowboy-Angel's wings and was there with his
master to welcome his uncle into the light of a new world.
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