TEXAS LONGHORNS
By Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 31
The afternoon flew by. It was as if I was living in a dream; one
of those incredibly wonderful dreams where everything falls into
place and the world seems to operate at its best, like it should,
but usually doesn’t. It becomes an oasis of time and memory in
your life, which, in your darkest moments you may revisit and
recall the feeling of goodness, a feeling of well being, to know
that once in your life, everything went your way for a change. I
roped with every man there. My granddad kept looking at me and
smiling, wondering to himself what I said or discussed with Mr.
Sewell to make him do such a turn-around that afternoon. Thurston
was positively glowing. It was like he woke up and came out of his
cocoon a new and wonderful critter. It was as if he had some magic
pill given to him to make him a new man. Every man there came to
me at one time or other and asked what went on between us, but I
wouldn’t tell. There were a couple of men I would tell, but not
until the time was right.
Around four o’clock, Gip announced to everyone supper would be
served in about an hour. Since we were still on kitchen duty, Gip
rounded us up about an hour earlier and we put our ponies and tack
away. Shortly thereafter, everyone else started putting their
ponies away or loading them into their trailers. Right after
supper the men from the Lazy 8 would be departing, so would Bubba
and his boys. Supper consisted of cold fried chicken, hot German
potato salad, for which Titus and I cleaned and cut the potatoes,
and cut green beans. Master Waddie and Little Gip made a huge pan
of garden salad and there were several different dressings sitting
out. It was prepared in a jiffy compared to breakfast or lunch,
and no one had to stand over a hot stove for long. It was just
enough to send the visiting cowboys on their way with a full
stomach. Everyone was grateful. During supper my granddad stood
and made a small speech.
“We’d like to thank the sheriff, his family, his dad, and his
biker family for their kindness and generosity to us during this
holiday. Us men of the Lazy 8 shore’ ‘nuff appreciate ya’ll
inviting us to share your holiday. We’re most grateful to you for
offering us a place to stay and for the wonderful food. It’s meant
a great deal and has contributed a lot to our comfort, pleasure,
and enjoyment over the last three days. We also appreciate meeting
new friends and reacquainting ourselves with the love of our
brothers we ain’t seen in years. It’s truly been a joy and a
blessing. So, thanks, Gentlemen and Ladies. We’ve had a wonderful
time,” Curtis said sincerely. Everyone applauded.
Gip stood. “Mr. Langtry, Mr. Sewell, Brett, Curt, Bubba, Vince and
Seth, it’s you good men who have contributed to our pleasure and
enjoyment this holiday. We enjoyed having you visit, and you’re
welcome back anytime,” he said.
“Hear, hear!” Master Waddie’s family agreed.
“I didn’t include you in that, Cowboy,” Gip winked and grinned at
me, “‘cause, by now, you’s family,” he said. Everyone laughed and
patted me on the back.
My granddad was sitting next to me, and it was like he couldn’t
get close enough. Everyone was smiling and winking at me when my
granddad wasn’t looking causing me much embarrassment and a red
face. Master Waddie was enjoying it as much or more than any of
them. Waddie, Gip, Little Gip, Waddie Buck, Bubba and his boys
couldn’t have been happier for me or my granddad for that matter.
They just seemed to have good feelings about the way the weekend
went. My granddad talked to me more about the job.
“You git ever’ other weekend off. We rotate men being away for the
weekend. When we have enough hands we usually rotate three groups.
We figure a man needs a couple of days per month to get away from
the ranch and to get personal things done. Paydays are the first
and fifteenth of the month. We used to pay only once a month, but
it became a hardship on a lot of the cowboys,” he explained.
I listened to every word my granddad said. I loved listening to
him. He wasn’t a chatterbox by any means, but when he said
something you wanted to listen, because he generally didn’t say
much unless he thought it was important. I found myself falling
under my granddad’s charm and wondered how a man who seemed to
radiate such a basic goodness could have been a monster to his
boys, to have turned his back on his own flesh and blood. All I
knew was, I was going to miss the gentle man sitting next to me.
* * * * * * *
It finally came time for the men from the Lazy 8 to depart. There
was much lingering, final instructions, sincere handshakes, and
the inevitable hugs. Brett and Curt were thrilled I agreed to come
work with them and promised to take me under their wings. Thurston
Sewell got me aside. After we hugged and kissed he held me away
from him and looked deep into my eyes. “I have to know how this
comes out, Casey. I know Curtis won’t keep in touch with me. That
jes’ ain’t his way. Besides, being out on the open ranch all the
time, he don’t have much occasion. I’ll leave my forwarding
address with Brett, and I’d appreciate it if you’d drop me a note
and let me know how you and Curtis are getting along.”
“You don’t have to do that, Thurston. I know yore’ daddy, Thurston
senior. I know him well. I worked on yore’ ranch for my cousin
Rance Harding for a month or so for the last three years rounding
up stock for Mr. Wiggin’s rough stock company. Mr. Thurston
offered me and ma' brother jobs as full-time hands, but we had
other obligations. I got your daddy’s home address and telephone
number on speed dial on my cell phone. I even have his e-mail
address in my laptop,” I said and grinned at him.
“Wait a minute, you know Sticker? You know Rance and my dad? Next
you’re gonna’ tell me you and Sidney Wainright is buddies,” he
said.
“He’s pert-damn close to my daddy, Thurston, but his boy Logan is
my little brother. We done grow'd up together. He’s at home taking
care of my daddy while I’m out taking care of the things I need to
do.”
“Hoe-lee shit! This jes’ keeps get’n better’n better. Poor Curtis
ain't got no idea about all a’ this. You know what? It’s as it
should be. In my opinion he’s suffered long enough. You’re gonna’
be a blessing to him like no other. I’ve always had a hard time
with the cowboy way, Casey, learning to live and love
unconditionally like what that preacher done talked about this
morning. It sure don’t come easy for me. You asked me earlier if’n
I's a real cowboy. I told ju’ the truth, but not quite all the
truth. I ain’t got no problem keep’n things to myself and most of
the other things being a cowboy means; however, it’s jes’ I seem
to be lacking in the understanding love department.
"Rather than simply love Curtis and accept the love he could
gimme,’ I was greedy. I always wanted more. I don’t know why that
should be surprising, I never seemed to git enough love as a kid.
I was all the time trying to suck love out of folks rather than
jes’ let ‘em love me. It’s one of the main reasons I left home to
go find my way as a cowboy. Because I didn’t git the love I
thought I needed and wanted, I done told myself I’d go out and
find if for myself. I never did. I jes’ brought along my full set
of worthless baggage. I carried it around on my back like a heavy
burden for too long. I guess you could say, I don’t travel light,”
he said. We shared a laugh.
“All ‘a this, and you done taught me a lesson. I have to go home
to work with my dad and my family. Lord knows, I was dreading it,
but I ain’t no more, Son. I’m going back a different man; not a
great man, but a better cowboy. I know in my heart, I have that
option. It’s like being born again. Not born again to a religion,
but to life itself. Curtis is all the time tell’n me about how
he’s born again to life, and he finally understood what the true
meaning of being born again means. I think, this afternoon, I
finally come to realize jes’ what he’s talk’n about. If’n Curtis
can change, by God, so can I. I’m gonna’ go home to love my dad
and family, but this time, I’m a’ gonna’ let ‘em love me the way
they want to; the way they need to; the way it’s most comfortable
for ‘em. I guess it boils down to, if I really wanna’ to be a
cowboy, I better damn well learn to accept it all and not jes’ the
parts what works for me. I guess it’s true, when God closes one
door he usually opens another.”
We hugged and kissed again. I don’t know how I could’ve effected
Mr. Sewell that profoundly; however, my daddy always taught me any
action I take might have profound repercussions in the future, so
be careful what you say and the way you treat people today, they
may treat you the same way tomorrow. Later when I discussed it
with Master Waddie he fell out laughing at me a told me some
greater power was trying to show me what he was talking about
being a catalyst for positive change for other people. I had to
admit he made a strong point.
Saying ‘goodbye’ to my granddad was the hardest, but I didn’t want
him to see how much he’d come to mean to me in a couple of days. I
knew he was feeling the same without fully understanding the
reasons why. We shook hands formally as he talked to me more about
the job, and I asked him a couple of questions. He didn’t seem to
want to let go of my hand. I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want to
let go of his hand either. It was a powerful moment not missed by
any man there. Finally, there was nothing more to say. We just
stood and looked into each others eyes. I felt like a deer caught
in his headlights. I was temporarily in suspended animation not
knowing whether to say something or bolt and run. I was stunned. I
didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know what to do, but a wee
small voice spoke to me in my heart, just like my master told me
it would, one, small, damnable tear leaked out of my eye and
slowly began to run down my cheek. I grabbed my granddad to me,
held him, and kissed him gently on his rough cheek. His beard was
as heavy as mine.
“Forgive me, Mr. Langtry. I guess it ain’t proper-like to hug and
kiss a man what’s about to become yore’ boss. I didn’t mean no
harm nor disrespect. I ain’t got no good excuse, sir. I jes’ done
what my heart told me,” I said. My granddad held me for a minute
and the silence from everyone was thundering. He gently returned
my kiss on my cheek. He spoke quietly to me with a shaky voice
trying hard not to betray his true feelings. “If’n you cowboy the
way you live the rest of your life, Son, you’ll have no problems
on the Lazy 8 or with me as your boss. Don’t never apologize for
honest feelings, but lets leave the hug’n and ‘a kiss’n for
special occasions,” he said and grinned. He laughed and everyone,
including me, laughed with him. I blushed and promised him I
would.
* * * * * * *
Bubba and his boys were next to leave. I saw him and my granddad
with their heads together several times during the day talking
seriously. I knew in my heart Bubba wouldn’t betray my trust. He
later told me he was talking to Curtis about working for him the
last two weeks in September. It was the time the calves were
rounded up, counted, tagged, branded, and cut. He laughed and told
me I could have all the mountain oysters I could eat. I’ve eaten
them several times, they ain’t too bad. One of Dwayne and my
buddies was Mexican/American and we would eat at his house when we
were invited. We always loved to eat at Gabriel’s because his mom
was such a fantastic cook. She made wonderful authentic Mexican
dishes. One night she served chili made from calf testicles. They
were ground up fine like ground round so we probably wouldn’t have
known unless Mr. Sanchez told us. I think he told us for the shock
value to see what our reaction would be.
It didn’t shock Dwayne or me. We were raised on ranches and we
were game to try anything once. We were glad we did, it was
delicious. Mrs. Sanchez didn’t speak much English, but she was
pleased we liked her food. Mr. Sanchez was an iron worker in a
mill not far from our town. He was a huge, barrel-chested man, and
at the time, his arms were bigger than Dwayne and my thighs. As we
grew and played sports we grew pretty big. Mr. Sanchez would
always sit at the head of the table. He would smile real big and
commend us for eating Mrs. Sanchez’s chili. “Muy bueno! So, you
like mommacita's chili, huh? It be good for you. Nothing better
for growing young men than calf-huevos. Make you grow big and
strong, like bull. You men eat up,” he insisted. He’d flex his
huge bicep muscles to the delight of his eight kids. Dwayne and I
were certainly impressed. We had second helpings.
* * * * * * *
Bubba, Vince, and Seth Quee were the last to leave. Gip told us
later it was like he and his boys just didn’t want to go. Like his
granddad before him, Gip included many men and their families in
his greater family. Bubba and his boys were no exception; however,
they were three of the more easy folks for Gip to think on as
family. He and Bubba formed a brotherly love and camaraderie over
the years that ran deep, a good solid twelve inches on Bubba’s
part. Everyone, including me was a little sad to see them go. The
three Swansey men were lively, concerned, full of fun, and brought
joy to everyone wherever they went. They were welcome in many
homes all over the state of Texas. Bubba wouldn’t let me go until
I promised I’d come spend a weekend with him and his boys before I
went to work at the ranch. Vince and Seth Quee were thrilled when
I accepted his invitation. “T’ain’t fair a’ Gip to hog you all to
his'self for two months. I don’t give a shit if’n he is the
sheriff of this here county, he c'ain’t keep you locked up like no
prisoner. You may have stole his heart, but you ain't no
criminal,” Bubba declared. He laughed at his own joke.
“I don’t think he’d try, Bubba,” I responded innocently.
“Are you kidding? You don’t know what I had to promise the
sum'bitch to get him to let loose of you for one damn weekend,”
Bubba said and roared with laughter.
We hugged, kissed, and he finally let me go when I promised
faithfully I would come spend a weekend with them at their ranch.
* * * * * * *
After Bubba, Vince, and Seth left, it was like the fizz went out
of the soda. Most of the rest of the evening was spent helping Gip
and his family clean up. Master Waddie and his family were making
plans to leave the next morning. I helped Gip, Little Gip and Buck
put the livestock away and feed the ponies. Everyone said their
good-nights and retired for the evening. They wanted to get a good
night’s sleep, because they would be up before dawn and on the
road as the sun came up. Master Waddie and I walked to the big
house and after saying goodnight to Gip and his family we slowly
walked to the Double R.
“Master Waddie, there’s something I been wondering about,” I said.
“What’s ‘at, Son?” he asked.
“Well, now that you’re aware Mr. Titus wants to be your slave, why
ain’t chu’ never invited him to be with us?” I asked.
“It occurred to me you might like him to join us, but I can’t do
that. It has nothing to do with sharing you with him or him with
you for that matter. It jes’ ain't the way a relationship should
begin between a master and his slave. I will take Titus to be my
slave in my own time and manner. It’s something a master should
not take lightly on any level. Titus knows, and I sense he feels
comfortable to wait. He’s been patient with me this long, he’ll be
patient with me a while longer. Bonding between two men should
only be shared on a one on one basis. I couldn’t have shared my
bonding with you with anyone else right now other than my boy;
however, as separate as your two loves are in my mind I can share
them equally. Never having bonded with Titus other than as my
brother, and never having shared anything intimate with him, it
would be awkward for him and me. You’ve come to know about me and
my ways, Titus ain’t yet. Do you understand?”
“I think so, sir. To be honest, I’ve grown to love and care for
Mr. Titus. I guess my question was based on what I told ju’ the
other night. I so desperately want to be welcome in your world
after you come together,” I said.
“Rest your mind, Cowboy. You have to consider what you done for
us. I was blind to Titus’ affections, but now I see. Titus and I
will forever be grateful to you for that. How could we not welcome
you and your family into our hearts? Jes’ ain’t natural for us not
to. Jes’ like yore’ daddy done, I didn’t set out to take you for
my slave, it jes’ happened. We know there was a guiding force
behind our bonding. Besides that, over the years, I’ve come to
learn, a man don’t always have to be eternally magnanimous. He
should keep some things for himself. I have no intention of
sharing you with anyone this evening.”
“I can understand that, sir. To be honest, I really wouldn’t
wanna’ share you tonight, either,” I replied.
“There’ll be time for sharing later on, Buckaroo, trust me,”
Master Waddie said.
* * * * * * *
I trusted my master. I considered him part of my extended family,
and as much as I trusted my family back home, I trusted Master
Waddie completely. We were silent for a while. I got him the last
beer from my fridge and cleaned his boots for him. He seemed to be
mellow and relaxed. After I paid homage to his boots, he invited
me into his arms. I never missed a chance to be held by him.
(Still don’t.) We made a little love, and he excused himself to
clean up. It wasn’t unusual for him to go first, because it
sometimes took me a little longer, for obvious reasons. When I
returned to the living room after cleaning myself, I was
pleasantly surprised to find my master in all his leathers. For
the last several nights we slept in the raw together, but this was
an extra treat I didn’t expected.
I went to him, dropped to my knees and immediately began to clean
and pay homage to his handsome boots. Once again he pulled me into
his big arms and made love to me, all the while playing with my
freshly inserted plug. I knew this was going to be a fine evening
for our last. It was strange, I wasn’t depressed or sad. How could
I be? We won every damn thing at the rodeo and were the heroes for
the weekend. I was being held and made love to by an older but
very hot man dressed in his motorcycle leathers. I didn’t have
time to be sad or depressed. I was going to make the most of our
last night together, and I could sense he planned to do the same.
“You really enjoyed wearing yore’ cowboy gear the other night when
Gip joined us, didn’t ju,’ Honcho?” he asked with a grin.
“Very much, sir,” I replied.
“Weren’t too damn shabby for my boy’n me, neither. When we's alone
he c'ain't talk 'bout nothing else,” he declared and grinned.
“Feel like wear’n ‘em tonight?” he asked.
“I couldn’t think of anything I’d like better, sir,” I replied.
“Okay, go get your gear, but you have to bring it back in here to
put it on. I want you facing away from me when you bend over to
buckle them chaps of yorn,” he said and grinned, then threw back
his handsome head and laughed. His enthusiasm was infectious. I
couldn't help laugh with him.
“Dirty old man,” I said laughing at him.
“Got ‘tat right, Honcho. I want me a dee-rect shot of that plug in
yore’ cowboy butt when I watch you put them chaps on. S’all part
of the mystery of sex, Boy; however, to be fair, whose eyes lit up
a while ago when you saw me in my leathers? What does that make
you?" he asked and grinned real big.
“A dirty young man?” I asked laughing.
“I’d say we make a good pair, my handsome, Cowboy-slave,” he
replied.
I went off to get my gear, returned and took my good time dressing
before him. I could always gauge Master Waddie’s response to me.
His big cock would be poking out the top of his cod piece winking
at me. After I finished, I knelt before him again. I thought up a
special way of begging him to grant me the honor of cleaning his
magnificent cod piece, and should he find me worthy, to allow me
the further honor of removing it for him. I really put my all into
it, and he seemed pleased. I didn’t want to think about saying
goodbye to this man who had come to mean so much to me in such a
short period of time. I knew in my heart, if we both didn’t have
other obligations, I would gladly spend what remaining days Master
Waddie had on this Earth by his side. Fuck our age difference. My
cousin Rance was right, love is were you find it, and most times,
it ain’t where you go looking for it.
* * * * * * *
After we indulged in good hot man sex a couple of times, Master
Waddie ordered me to take off my cowboy clothes, and he removed
his leathers. He wanted to sleep in the raw with me for his last
night. I couldn’t have agreed more. It was wonderful sleeping next
to the big man. Before we went to sleep we made a pact we would
say our ‘goodbyes’ in the Double R the next morning. I purposely
set the coffee maker to go off about thirty minutes early so I
could suck my master's cock one last time to send him on down the
road with a smile on his face and hopefully with a song in his big
heart. The next morning, after we dressed, had a cup of coffee and
were about ready to go to the big house he took me into his arms.
“Is there any words you need to hear from me, Son?” he asked
tenderly.
I thought about what he was asking and realized I knew what was in
both our hearts. I knew the words, and I knew the answers as they
applied to us. I also knew he knew my thoughts at the moment.
“None I need to hear, sir. There’s a couple I need to say,” I
replied.
“Likewise on my part, Cowboy. You go first,” he said.
“You know the words, too, Master. I want the love we shared and
the love we will always have between us to carry you into a
wonderful love-filled future with Mr. Titus. I think it would be
much harder to let you go if I thought you didn’t have someone who
was gonna’ care for and love you. Don’t know’s I could let you go
under them circumstances; however, my daddy done taught me, if’n
you truly love someone the greatest love you can have is to want
happiness for them. It’s with all the love in my heart I want that
for you and Titus, Master Waddie,” I said.
“Don’t know’s I could a’ put it no better, Son. I want the same
for my cowboy slave. I know you’re going on to accomplish some
wonderful things, and for that I’m grateful. Don’t know’s I could
let chu’ go either if’n I thought you was gonna’ be all alone and
unloved. Hell, you got more love around you here than you could
beat off with a stick in both hands,” he declared. We laughed,
“‘Sides, we ain’t gonna’ be out a’ touch. Ain’t modern electronics
wonderful? I got me trusty lap-top, Mildred, in my saddlebags and
you got chores.’ I wanna’ hear from you at least once a week. Let
me know what’s going on and how things are progressing. It ain't
no secret, I fell in love with you, Cowboy. You know it. You fell
in love with me. I know it. We went a little further and bonded as
master and slave. It’s one of the strongest bonds two men can
have. I will always own a part of you and there ain’t no doubt in
my heart you will always claim a part of me. It’s as it should be.
Our coming together weren’t no accident, neither. It was meant to
be. Our parting was also meant to be. Bottom line, I love you,
Casey, and I always will,” my master said to me.
“I love you, too, Master Waddie,” I replied.
We hugged, kissed, and shed a couple of tears with each other. We
were satisfied we said our ‘goodbye’ to each other. It wasn’t as
hard as I thought it might be. I sort of felt like I did about my
dad. I knew when I left I would always have his love to return to,
and it was almost the same with Master Waddie. His was a love I
knew I could always count on. We pulled ourselves together and
walked arm in arm to the big house to help with breakfast.
* * * * * * *
Saying goodbye to Master Waddie’s family wasn’t easy. I came to
care about and love each man as if he were a close personal family
member. That’s the way these men were. If you were welcomed by
one, you were welcomed by all. They closely cultivated a strong,
powerful camaraderie which made you feel comfortable and special
to them. Other than Master Waddie, the hardest man to say goodbye
to was Titus. We shared some long conversations and came to love
each other as friends. “You take care of yourself, Cowboy. I know
you’re gonna’ have a good time playing cowboy with your granddad.
I’ll be think’n ‘bout you,’” Titus said.
“You know I’ll be think’n ‘bout you, Mr. Titus. I know you’ll take
good care of our master. I don’t think I could let him go if I
didn’t know he had such a fine wonderful man to serve him and take
care of his needs. I’ll look forward to seeing both of you,
together, the next time we meet. I hope ya’ll come back through
here on your way back and I get to see you,” I replied.
“We probably will. We have in the past. We don’t stay as long, but
we usually stop for a couple of days. Thanks for everything,
Casey. If’n it wasn’t for you, I don’t know’s Waddie would’ve ever
come around. You done us both a good thing. I’ll always think on
you as my little brother,” he allowed. We hugged, kissed, and shed
a tear or two. We knew we were under the watchful eye of our
master, but we didn’t care. Titus could tell him what he wanted
after they left.
I watched with the sheriff and his family as the men drove down
the gravel road to the main highway. They waved as they turned and
headed East; then, they were gone. I was standing with Little Gip
and Waddie Buck. They both had an arm around me to comfort me like
they were my brothers. They were kind to accept me, not only as a
new hired-hand but their cowboy brother. The sheriff and his
family made me feel welcome and wanted. I returned to the house
with the family to see if there was anything I could do to help.
Most of the work was already done. They served breakfast using
paper plates, but there were a few things I helped with. I’d never
been a part of a larger family, and I enjoyed the easy way in
which Gip’s family dealt with each other. There was almost no
arguing, and everyone seemed to be genuinely interested in helping
each other. That had to come from Gip and Cindy’s attitudes. They
were always there if a neighbor or one of their kids needed them,
and they encouraged their kids to do the same.
It was Monday, but Gip had the day off. Being Sheriff he could
afford to take a long holiday weekend without raising any
eyebrows. Besides, if he was needed, he was only a phone call
away. He wasn’t kidding my granddad or Bubba when he told them he
had some work for me for several weeks. He wanted to get started
right away on a couple of projects he needed to get done. Gip, his
boys, and I saddled our ponies and rode out into the pasture land
on his ranch. It was a big ranch. Gip took in several ranches
around his since the folks passed away and had no one to leave
them to, or others fell on hard times, and he bought them out. He
had a pretty good number of cattle and wanted to round them up for
counting and inspecting.
We worked all day and separated the sick animals from the herd and
put them in a corral. It was also going to be me, Little Gip and
Buck’s job to round up the calves, tag them, and cut most of them.
Gip picked out a couple he tagged he wanted for bulls. Most of the
day was spent showing me and his boys what he wanted done while he
was at work. We put in a pretty good day's work, but there was
more to do the following day. We got back to the barn, rubbed the
ponies down and fed them. Little Gip and Buck left to go to the
house to clean up for dinner. Working with the sheriff all day was
a pleasure, not only because he was easy going and a good man to
work for, but he was also one Hell of a sexy cowboy. I think my
cock stayed hard all day, and it wasn’t behaving itself at the
moment. We finished putting the tack away in his tack room.
“I don’t want chu’ to get the wrong idea about staying here,
Casey. I really do need the help as you saw today. I promise, I
won’t bother you or let the boys bother you unless you invite one
of us to your motor-coach.”
“I know, Sheriff. Y’ain’t that kind a’ man, and you didn’t raise
your boys to be that way neither. You’re welcome to the Double R
anytime you can get away, but I’d appreciate the boys making a
date with me if they’s interested. I know Little Gip is, but I
ain’t real sure about Waddie Buck.”
“Oh, he’s interested, all right. He jes’ don’t let nobody know he
is. Besides, he’s looking for a cowboy what will take what the
cowboy needs from him. I don’t think he’s real sure about you. If
you want him, you’ll have to let him know. With Little Gip, Hell,
he’s an equal opportunity lover,” Gip said and laughed.
“Like father, like son, eh?” I asked. We laughed, “What would you
say to something quick, Sheriff?” I asked him.
“Like, what, when?” he asked in reply.
“Like, a blow job right now, here in the tack room, before we get
cleaned up for supper,” I offered.
“You sure, Son? We been in the saddle all day, and I got pretty
hot and sweaty,” he said.
“If you remember, I done already had you that way before,
Sheriff,” I replied.
“I won’t never forget it, Cowboy. I shot my wad all over my daddy
as he was fuck’n you. Damn, you got me hot jes’ talk’n about it.
Okay, if’n you’re sure.”
I smiled and nodded. I didn’t have to ask twice. The sheriff was
already unbuckling his big rodeo belt buckle, undid his Wranglers
and whipped out his handsome, cowboy dick and big low hanging
balls. I fell to my knees and took him into my mouth. If we
weren’t in a hurry I would’ve loved to suck his man-sweat off his
big, bull-like balls. They smelled so good I could’ve sucked them
for an hour. I could smell his clean, strong, powerful masculine
odors, the leather of his chaps and the intoxicating smell of the
leather in the tack room as I proceeded to clean under the
sheriff’s considerable foreskin. His wonderful flavors burst into
my mouth like an aphrodisiac and only made me want him more. It
didn’t take me long to get him off. I think Gip was as ready for
me to take him as I was to receive him. He exploded into my mouth
a full days worth of hot, cowboy cream. I greedily sucked it out
of him and swallowed every bit. I skinned him back, sucked, and
cleaned the head of his big dick and all around his foreskin,
getting the last bit of his come. He had a strong, wild, cowboy
taste. His come tasted like he looked, strong and hardy.
“You want me to do you now, Cowboy? I’ll be happy to,” he offered.
“Naw, sir. I jes’ wanted to catch for you. We can do it some other
time when we’re alone together like we done the other night. That
was pretty fantastic, sir,” I replied.
“I’ll say it was. Ain’t had me a night like that in a long time. I
hope we have a couple more together before you go off to work at
the ranch.”
“I hope so, too, Sheriff. Jes’ remember, anytime you can get away,
you’re welcome to the Double R,” I assured him.
I gently put his penis back into his Wranglers, he did up his
pants, buckled his belt, grabbed me to him, threw his big arms
around me and kissed me deep and hard. He explored my mouth
enjoying the taste of his own come. The more he kissed me the more
excited I got until I couldn’t hold it any more. I could feel
myself building toward climax. Gip could feel it, too, but he
wouldn’t let me go. Sure enough, I shot in my Wranglers. He felt
me ejaculating and I moaned deep in his throat as he held me even
tighter. He continued to kiss me until he was satisfied I emptied
my balls. He gently broke off his kiss, stole a couple more, and
smiled at me. “I turn you on that much, Son?” he asked.
“Pert-damn much, Sheriff,” I replied breathlessly. We laughed
together. “I jes’ hope I can wash a load of clothes in your
washer,” I said and laughed looking down at the wet spot forming
at my crotch.
“Bring ‘em on up to the house with you when you come for supper.
I’ll show you where the washer and dryer is. You’re welcome to use
‘em, anytime,” he said.
“Thanks, Sheriff, I’d appreciated it.”
We stole another kiss and soon parted, but before we did Gip
looked at me funny. “Ya’ know, I ain’t never really appreciated
being called ‘sheriff’ until you insisted on calling me that. It
takes on a whole new meaning when you say it, Cowboy. I like that,
but you can call me Gip some times, too,” he said and smiled. I
knew what he was talking about.
“I appreciate that, Sheriff, and I will,” I assured him.
* * * * * * *
It was a short walk for me to the Double R from the first barn. I
went in and got cleaned up, put on some fresh clothes, cleaned my
boots a bit and headed to the front house to see if there was
anything I could do to help with supper. Cindy and her girls had
everything ready. Since I brought some clothes to wash, Cindy
showed me how to operate the washer and how much soap to use. She
told me not to worry about soap, they’d provide that. My small
amount of wash wasn’t going to break them financially. She did,
however, let me know I was on my own as far as washing and drying.
I was welcome to use the washer and dryer, but she expected me to
do my own laundry. Seemed fair to me. I no sooner got my laundry
going when Cindy announced supper was ready. We gathered around
the table, joined hands, Gip said a short prayer of thanks, and we
sat down to a wonderful meal, one of many wonderful meals I shared
with Gip’s family over the years.
* * * * * * *
That evening I called my dad again. I was in touch with my little
brother almost every day by e-mail, and he would check into my
head every other evening or so hoping I’d let him experience a
little sex with Master Waddie. I did a couple of times, but Logan
always came so quickly he’d get frustrated after that and tune
out. He laughed and told me he didn’t know how I could take the
big man fucking me hour after hour. I told him it was very
relaxing. The phone rang at home. Dad answered. “Longhorn
ranch.”
“Hey, Dad, it’s me, Casey.”
“Howdy, Son, I’s jes’ think’n ‘bout chu.’ Ah, Hell, I’m all the
time think’n about you. How you doing, boy?” he asked.
“I’m doing jes’ fine, Dad. I’m in a small West Texas town called
Chapel Creek. I’m staying with the sheriff of the county and his
family. His name is Gip Claymore. He’s Mr. Claymore’s son. I was
think’n about going to the Prescott rodeo with Mr. Yates and his
partner, but Mr. Claymore begged me to come to Chapel Creek, his
hometown, and partner with him at their fourth of July rodeo. We
won everything, Dad, and I won first place calf roping.”
“Good for you! That’s really great, Son. I’m proud of you.”
“That’s what Mr. Claymore said you’d say. I hoped you would be.
He’s gone on with his family on his bike run. They left early this
morning. The sheriff asked me to stay on a couple of weeks to help
him and his boys on his ranch. He said there’s several good size
local rodeos around the area he wants to go to on the weekends and
have me rope with him and his boys. They’re really nice folks.
You’d like Sheriff Claymore, Dad, he’s a fine man. His wife is
real nice, too. They have two daughters who are really nice
looking ladies.”
“Sounds like you’re having a good time. I’m glad you are, but just
remember, Son, to call home once in a while to let me hear from
you. It means a lot to hear your voice. God, I miss you, Boy. I
guess you don’t realize how much someone means to you until
they’re away from you for a while.”
“I know, Dad. I miss you, too, but I’m not gone for good. I wish
you were here with me right now. How’s my little bother treat’n
you?” I asked.
“Like I's a king. He’s a good boy. I couldn't love and appreciate
him more. We're both damn lucky to have a man like him in our
lives, but he ain’t you, Son.”
“I know. I think about you all the time, Dad. I promise I’ll keep
in touch.”
“And, I promise not to lay a heavy trip on you ever’ time you
call. I jes’ wanted you to know how much you mean to me and how
much I care about you, Casey.”
“Believe it or not, Dad, this trip is proving to be an eyeopener
for me. I’m coming to realize how much you mean to me, too. I
always appreciated how much you meant to me, it’s just, I guess I
always took your love for granted. You were always there to love
me. Don’t worry none, Dad, you ain’t gonna’ lose your boy.”
“That’s good to hear. That makes my old heart glad. Look, you have
a good time, Son. I’m glad you’re meet’n some fine folks, and I’m
real proud of your accomplishments. Give my best to Sheriff
Claymore and his family for me.”
“I will, Dad, and thanks. Say ‘hello’ to my brothers for me.”
“I will, Son. Goodnight. Thanks for calling. I love you.”
“Goodnight, Dad. I love you, too.”
I hung up, sat there, and cried. It would be the first night I
spent by myself in almost two weeks. I really began to feel alone.
I missed my dad. I wrote a short e-mail to Dwayne and sent it.
Then I wrote a little longer one to Logan and sent it. After that,
I felt pretty tired. We’d been in and out of the saddle all day.
We only stopped for a while at noon for some sandwiches and iced
tea Cindy made for us to take along. I decided to go to bed. I
cleaned myself out of habit. I wasn’t going to plug my ass, but I
remembered the nights when I didn’t, I couldn’t get to sleep, so I
decided to Hell with it, I’d just plug it and get a good night’s
sleep. I had a feeling I was going to need it. I imagined working
with Little Gip and Buck the next day was going to be a ball
buster. I lay down in my bed. It wasn’t a large bed, but by myself
it seemed huge without my master’s big body lying next to me. I
wasn’t going to shed a tear. I would be happy for him and his new
slave and I was, but what the Hell, just one might make me feel a
little better. I indulged myself for a minute.
I recovered quickly from my brief bout with loss and self pity. It
was then I noticed everything was deathly quiet. It was a silence
you could feel. The kind of moment which would make the hairs
stand-up on your arms and goose bumps appear. It was a warm,
mid-summer’s night and I opened my windows on the coach for
ventilation. Usually you can hear occasional animal sounds around
the ranch; however, everything was dead quiet. It was as if
everything stood still waiting for something to happen. The air
was hot, humid, and sticky, like just before the sky turns yellow,
then black, and you hear a roar that sounds like a thousand jet
engines revving up as a Texas twister forms out of nowhere and
barrels down on you; but, this particular moment wasn’t tornado
season. That’s usually in the spring, April, May, or early June at
the latest. Then, I felt it. I was no longer alone in the Double
R. There was another presence with me. I knew enough from my
little brother and some of his experiences not to be afraid;
however, I couldn’t help feeling the hairs on the back of my neck
stand up. A shiver went up my spine, over my head, and spread out
in all directions across my scalp. It was a unique feeling to say
the least. I set up in bed and looked around, but I couldn’t see
anything. I knew I’d locked the door to the Double R right after I
returned. I decided to try to communicate with whatever it was.
“I know you’re here,” I said softly without fear in my voice, “I
can feel you. You know I can feel you. If you want to make
yourself known to me, don’t be afraid, I ain't.” Nothing happened
for several minutes, then a shape formed at the foot of my bed. I
could see a vague outline of the torso of a man in military
fatigues and a helmet. I couldn’t make out his face. The upper
portion of his body formed, but he had no lower portion. He had no
feet. He looked at me for a moment, and put his right hand out
toward me. I slowly reached as if to respond, but he drew back as
if in fear of something, uttered a deep ‘uuuuh’ sound, turned, and
quickly floated out of my bedroom. I got up to follow, but the
apparition was gone. That night, in my sleep, he came to me again.
I could see him a little better, but I still couldn’t see his
face. I couldn’t tell who he was or what he wanted. I told him the
same thing in my dream, not to be afraid, my brothers come to me
many times in my mind and share my dreams. He reached out his hand
to me once more. I reached for him, but again, he vanished.
* * * * * * *
I woke the next morning with a full ass and an equally full heart.
No matter who or what my visitor was, he imparted to me a great
feeling like there was a blue bird on my shoulder. I found myself
whistling “Zippity-do-da” in the shower I felt so good.
Gip was ready to return to his regular job being sheriff. He was
at breakfast in his uniform, and he was a knockout. It was all I
could do to keep from staring at him and drooling like an idiot. I
think he knew. Gip would sneak a glance at me from time to time
and grin real big. I’d blush like a school boy. He wasn’t the only
one at the table who knew. Cindy wore a pleasant, self-satisfied
smile on her face during breakfast. If what Master Waddie told me
about Gip was true, I figured she must have gotten the b’jesus
fucked out of her last night. Good on Cindy.
The day was as I predicted. It was a lot of hard work; however,
nothing could touch me I felt so good. The work was first
magnitude cowboying, but I didn’t care. I figured it would be good
training for me for what I might encounter working for my
granddad. I thought Gip’s boys would quickly tire and start
goofing off after a while, but neither one did. The three of us
worked as a team and got a lot done. We took a break at noon and
ate the sandwiches Cindy made for us and drank a big thermos of
iced tea. We worked just as hard the rest of the afternoon until
we looked up an saw the sheriff riding his big black stallion stud
towards us. Gip took a look at the work we got done and whistled.
“Damn, you men been doing some work. Proud of ya.’ Now, ya’ll
gather up your stuff and ride on back with me to the barn. You men
need to git cleaned up. Yore’ momma’s gonna’ have supper ready
directly.” Gip winked at me, and I got his message. He just
included me as one of his boys. He had a charming and somewhat
disarming way about him to let you know his affection, almost as
wonderful as his dad.
* * * * * * *
The days began to pass quickly. It was the same routine almost
everyday, but there was something comforting about knowing you had
a job to do and you were getting it done with men you enjoyed
being around. For all the work we got done, we weren’t beyond
clowning around and having a bit fun with each other. Gip didn’t
seem to care. He thought it was good for us on a hot July day, to
knock off in the afternoon from time to time and take a dip in the
creek. That was a real eyeopener for little Gip and Buck. I guess
their dad didn’t carry tales about the size of my cock. As hard as
they tried to be polite, they couldn’t keep from sneaking glances
at me. After a while they got use to me, and we had a good time
together. I did notice Waddie Buck started being a lot more
attentive to me, and asked me some pretty personal questions.
Little Gip was always the same, rather stoic, and nothing much
fazed him. If a man had a bigger dick than his, it was fine with
him. He was secure with his masculinity, and the size of a man’s
cock didn’t make a difference.
Wednesday evening I was wondering if Gip would go to prayer
meeting with his family. I was invited, but graciously declined. I
told them I had a lot of e-mails to answer, and I needed to return
a couple of phone calls. Cindy grinned but didn’t say anything.
After supper, I didn’t waste any time returning to the Double R to
clean myself and insert my plug, just in case. I walked out of the
bathroom with my robe on when there came a small knock on the
door. I smiled to myself knowing who it must be. I opened the door
and there was the sheriff in his Western clothes with his chaps
draped over his shoulder. He was a handsome sight. Gip was a true
man of the West and looked every inch a cowboy. He took his job of
being sheriff of his community very seriously, but he also took
his persona of a cowboy just as seriously.
“Well, you did say I was welcome anytime,” he smiled shyly.
“Of course you are, and I meant it. Git chore’ ass on in here,
sir,” I said and laughed at him. He grinned from ear to ear and
came in. Gip didn’t wait for any further invitations. He put his
arms around me and pulled me close. He looked into my eyes and
kissed me long, deep, and hard. I could feel his manhood growing
in his Wranglers and I knew he must be able to feel mine. He let
me go, took my robe off of me, and threw it onto my couch. He
looked me up and down and smiled at my erection. “I was a’ hope’n
this old cowboy might turn you on this evening. Now, let’s try
that again,” he said. Once again he enfolded his big cowboy arms
around me and proceeded to kiss me. This time it was a gentle
kiss, a kiss of kindred feelings, affection, and brotherhood. I
found myself returning his passion with equal verve. I could smell
his maleness and the strong leather smell from his chaps draped
over his shoulder. They were cool against my body as he held me.
All this sensuality made my cock harder than ever. How could I not
be attracted and aroused by such a man? We finally broke off our
kiss.
“Damn, Sheriff, I need me a really good hard ride’n this evening.
Think you could strap your chaps and spurs on and give your old
cayuse the good hard ride’n he needs, Buckaroo?” I asked.
“I’ll do my damnedest, Cowboy. Ain’t never had nobody ask me
something like 'at afore. Look!" he demanded. He looked down at
his Wranglers which were sticking straight out from his crotch
like there was a tent pole in his pants. We shared a laugh.
“We better git that damn thing out ‘a there before it breaks in
two,” I kidded him.
“Lead the way, Buckaroo,” he commanded.
I helped the sheriff off with his boots and clothes. Actually, it
was more like we were ripping them off of him as we traveled the
short distance to my bedroom. We decided we didn’t want to take
the time to put on our cowboy gear to have sex. We wanted to get
down to the nitty-gritty as soon as possible. It seemed like Gip
couldn’t wait to get his big stiff sheriff's cock into me as quick
as he possibly could. I knew I didn’t want to take the time
either. I wanted feel all of his fine cowboy cock inside me muy
pronto. We made a little perfunctory love for a few minutes;
however, Gip could tell I wanted him inside me as badly as he
wanted to feel his dick up my ass. Neither of us wanted to delay a
moment longer.
He quickly popped my plug out, and immediately replaced it with
his fine turgid male member. He didn’t just slam it into me. It
was almost like he was feeding my second mouth the finest meal it
had in a while. It was the only meal it received since my master
left. Gip and I shared unhurried sex. He took me like the
gentleman cowboy he was. We didn’t have a lot of time, but the
quality of his sex made up for the lack of quantity. I was so used
to having lots of sex with my master for two weeks, the couple of
nights without it seemed like I found myself in the middle of a
desert with no horse. The sheriff was a welcome oasis. We lay
hooked together afterward talking quietly. “Thanks for that good
fuck, Cowboy,” he said.
“Anytime, Gip. I should be the one thanking you. That was some
mighty fine fuck’n, Sheriff,” I replied. We shared a laugh.
“C’moan, let’s us turn around and suck each other off like we done
last time,” he said.
“You sure I ain’t too big for you, Sheriff?” I asked.
“I took you pretty good last time. Hell, if’n I can take ole
Bubba, I shore’ as Hell can take you,” he bragged.
I laughed at his enthusiasm. That’s the way Gip was. He didn’t do
anything unless it was with full dedication. He didn’t know what
‘halfway’ meant. I switched around and took him in my mouth. I
explored under his foreskin and got the lingering flavors of his
come from fucking me. I didn’t think he’d be able to come again so
soon. I was wrong. He was going after my ole dick like a hound dog
after a bone. He was feeling pert-damn good and I knew I
better increase my efforts if I was going to get him off about the
same time. I didn’t have to worry too much. All of a sudden I
heard Gip groan deeply and his cock began to swell bigger in my
throat. I knew he was near. I couldn’t hold back my ejaculation
any longer and gently squeezed his thigh to let him know. The
minute my come hit the back of his throat he erupted into my mouth
another volley of his hot cowboy cream. Damn he tasted good, just
like a good looking, cowboy sheriff should. After cleaning each
other with our mouths we rolled away exhausted. I sort of chuckled
to myself. “What chu’ laugh’n ‘bout, Cowboy?" he asked.
“I c'ain’t imagine you taking care of your wife this evening after
this,” I said.
“Oh, Hell, this was jes’ warm-ups for me. You c'ain't have no
doubt I enjoy what we do, but it really turns me on for sex with
Cindy. We been slowing down for a while. After last week with you
and my dad, we had us a session like we ain’t had since we was
first married. Jew notice how happy she was for several days
afterward and how attentive she was to you and my dad?” he asked
and chuckled.
“Yes, sir. Master Waddie commented on it, and I have ‘ta admit I
noticed, too,” I replied and smiled at him.
“I was gonna’ ask you to stay anyway, but Cindy spoke up and told
me she sure hoped I would ask you. She said you needed her and me
right now; said you needed a family to relate to through all this
with your granddaddy. She didn’t add anything else, but she
giggled like a school girl who jes’ got her first kiss,” he
related. We shared a laugh.
“She’s a remarkable woman, Sheriff. You’re really lucky to have
her for a wife,” I said.
“I really am, Son, and we want chu’ to feel like family. I know
you done told me you wanted to give me something for space rent
and boarding your pony, but you really don’t have to,” he said.
“Naw, sir. I jes’ wouldn’t feel right about it otherwise,” I
replied.
Look, Son, you do enough work around here to pay for everything. I
don’t expect you to work if’n you come stay with us on your
weekends off, but knowing you, any job what needs doing around
here, you’re the first one there to start. Don’t know what you
done to them boys a’ mine, but they idolize you. I ain’t been able
to get that much work out of them in a long time,” Gip allowed.
“Aww, we have a good time. We work hard, but we take breaks in the
heat of the day and cool off down by the creek,” I said.
“That’s good. I don’t never want one ‘a you men git’n heat stress,
and it can happen out there real quick. If’n one ‘a you gits to
feeling a bit woozy or light headed like yore’ gonna’ throw up,
knock off for a while, git in the shade and cool off. Watch them
damn cows, Hell, they’s smart enough to know to git out of the
heat,” Gip warned. It was about time for him to leave. We knew his
family would be returning soon.
“Has one of the boys said anything to you about...?” he asked.
“Now, Sheriff, think for a minute, would ju’ want me to tell them
boys what we done here tonight?" I asked.
Gip smiled real big. He knew what I was getting at. “Good point,
Cowboy. Fair enough. Hell, I’ll know anyway. Them boys c'ain’t
keep much from their old man. I always know'd when they been
mess’n ‘round with each other. For days after, they cain’t do
enough for one another. Cindy knows, too, and laughs her ass off
when we’re in private.” Gip grabbed me and pulled me to him again.
He was about to leave and once again had his old, working chaps
thrown over his shoulder. He smelled so good I started getting
hard again. “Now, cut that out. You’re gonna’ git us into trouble
again,” he declared and laughed at me.
“C'ain’t help it, Sheriff. Damn, you smell powerful good,” I said.
“So do you, Cowboy. By the way, thanks for the blow job in the
barn the other afternoon. It was a unexpected but welcome
surprise,” he said.
“My pleasure, Sheriff. Count on more of ‘em.” I grinned at him.
We hugged, kissed, and he was out the door. Damn, I felt good.
Life was going my way. My ass was freshly fucked, I had a belly
full of hot cowboy sheriff cream, and I had a song in my heart. I
could easily handle a little sex with the sheriff from time to
time. Gip Claymore was one sexy, hot-fucking cowboy, and I didn’t
mind serving it up to him any damn time he wanted it. Playing
catcher for him was pert-damn exciting, too. I inserted by plug
again, and wondered what I was going to do working on the Lazy 8
without it? How will I ever get to sleep? A wee small voice in my
head was laughing.
<< Are you kidding? Your ass is gonna’ be dragging after the
first day. You’ll probably be so damn tired you could sleep in the
saddle. >>
<< How are you, Sweetheart? >> I projected to my
little brother, << I felt you when I was git’n fucked by the
sheriff. What’d ju’ think? >>
<< Well, you’re right, he’s hot. Ain't no doubt about it. He
sure did feel good up your butt. Fucked chu’ pert-damn good, too.
>> We shared a laugh.
<< Gip would shit if he knew I let my little brother come
along for the ride. >>
<< Maybe not, he seems like a really laid back kind ‘a man,
>> Little Bit said.
<< So, how you been, Darlin’? >> I asked him.
<< Fine. I’m lying here freshly fucked, too. I swear your
old man gets better ever’ damn time he fucks me. >>
<< Yeah, he used to laugh at me ‘cause I told him the same
thing. >>
<< I was about to go to sleep, but I thought I’d send out a
feeler and check in on you. Your time schedule is different from
ours, and I didn’t know where I’d find you. >>
<< You couldn’t a’ checked in at a better moment, with my
ass full of cowboy sheriff dick. Wow, is he a hot fuck? He’s
almost as good as his old man. With a couple more years on him he
will be, I’m sure. >> I laughed in my mind and heard Logan
chuckle in response. << I called dad the other night, the
same night I e-mailed you. I told him where I was, and I was going
to work for the sheriff for a while. You think he’s wise to
anything? >>
<< No, he’s about the same. I’m trying hard not to show
anything I know. I can’t believe you’re going to work for your
granddad who is actually working for you. What a hoot. I’ll bet
that doesn’t happen very often. >> Logan laughed.
<< You know, Little Bit, I think it was meant for you to
tell me about them stocks. It seems like I’ve been guided on my
journey since I met Master Waddie. It’s almost eerie. I’ll have to
say, things weren’t going too well until I met Master Waddie and
his family in that filling station in Tucson. Now it seems like
the pieces are falling together like the final pieces of a giant
jigsaw puzzle. >>
<< I think you have, too. I have no doubt I was meant to be
here where I am right now, and to be honest, I think this time
away from your old man is making him appreciate you in a new
light. He always talked and thought about you as his little boy
before. I think he’s letting go. I sense he’s beginning to see you
as a mature young man who he’s going to have to reckon with no
matter what your choices are in life. I haven’t gotten into his
head because I respect him way too much for that, but I sense he’s
probably been thinking you might be trying to find your granddad.
>>
<< Well, I know you and Dwayne won’t tell him nothing. I
know Cousin Rance knows what I’m up to, but I’d trust him with my
life. He won’t tell dad nothing. I have to tell you something,
Little Brother. >>
<< What’s ‘at, Cowboy? >>
<< Night before last I was visited by someone or something.
He was also in my dreams like he’s trying to talk with me; trying
to communicate; trying to tell me something. Each time he was
dressed in military fatigues and a helmet. I couldn’t see his
face. Have you ever had anything like that happen to you? >>
I asked.
<< Yeah, a number of times. It’s usually a lost, uneasy, or
frightened spirit who feels your sensitivity. I’ve helped several.
Don’t be afraid of them. I know your power well enough to know you
can cut ‘em off with no problem. You’re as good as Dwayne now at
shutting me out. I ain't quite figured that out yet. Don’t know’s
I really want to. I’m actually thrilled and amazed you two
developed the ability on your own. Even more amazing was Dwayne
learned how first and taught you. You two rocked me on my heels. I
learned how to block out certain voices early on, because I heard
so many uneasy spirits. My mind was like a damn party line. They
can’t take over your mind. Some would very much like to. They’ll
try’n scare you to death, but they can’t take over. That’s how I
contacted Sticker. I was just a baby, no more’n four or five. One
night I found myself in a dark place in my mind, and I was being
cornered by uneasy spirits. They were saying all sorts of
outrageous things to me, knowing I was just a small child. They
were not nice people in life and they weren’t any better as
spirits after they died. They would scare the Hell out of me. They
made me feel terribly alone and afraid.
Sticker don’t know it, but he has some pretty powerful,
undeveloped mental abilities. Many nights he goes roaming in his
sleep. It’s almost like he’s mentally sleep walking. I’ve caught
him out and about several times. He was out roaming one night when
I was little. I was so scared I damn near shit my bed. I felt his
strength, love, and healthy good spirit out of all the souls out
there and called to him. He came to me, held me, talked to me,
comforted me, told me not to be afraid, he was there to help me,
he wouldn’t let them hurt me, and he would never leave me. He
never has. Sticker ain’t aware of it, but he still comes to my
rescue from time to time. I’ve even gotten him out of a couple of
hairy nightmares.” Logan chuckled. “Once I learned how to filter
out the chaff, things got considerably easier. I still help a
troubled spirit from time to time if they ain’t obnoxious. I try
to help them realize they’re dead, and tell them they have to
cross over. Many ain’t aware they’re dead. They refuse to believe
it. If you’re gentle with them, they’ll trust you, come to you and
sometimes you can help them. >>
<< So, you think it might be a spirit trying to contact me?
>>
<< Most likely, or there’s one other possibility. Maybe our
friend Griz, the bear-man is trying to contact you, and he ain’t
strong enough; however, after you introduced us, I talk to him a
couple of times a week. He checks in on me, or I check in on him.
I even let him feel your daddy fuck me one night. He loved it. I
felt it when Griz shot out of that huge bear-man cock of his.
Fuck, it’s three times the feeling we’d get even at our size. I
shot so damn much, I broke a blood vessel and bled in my come.
Scared yore’ daddy to death. He thought he hurt me or I hurt
myself. It’s like me’n Griz came twice. I can’t wait to meet him.
You want him to contact you? >>
<< Sure, if’n he wants to. I don’t think it would be Griz
because he never was in the military. You told him anything about
what’s going on with me? >>
<< Yeah, I didn’t think you’d mind. He helped you quite a
bit in Tucson. He’s concerned about you in a good way. He’s a good
man, Case. There’s much more to him than we’ll probably ever know.
Griz might be the man to ask about your visitor. >>
<< I ain't thought a’ that. I know there’s a lot more to
Gris than we can see on the surface, that’s fer’ shore,’ Brother.
I hear’d stories about him what would make yore’ skin crawl. Tell
him to drop by my mind first chance he gits, I’d like to run my
story by him. Right now, I’d better git to sleep, Darlin.’ Got
another big day of cowboying tomorrow. I love you and really
appreciate what chu’ be doing for me’n my old man. >>
<< Ah, fuck, Case. It ain’t no chore, ‘at’s fer damn sure. I
wouldn’t be making the grades I am if’n it weren’t for your old
man. ‘Sides, you know how I feel about you, Dwayne, his dad, and
especially your dad. Them two men is like second dads to me. I
couldn’t love ‘em more. You take care and holler if’n you get into
any trouble. >>
<< I will, Bro. Goodnight. >>
<< Goodnight, Casey. >> Logan signed off.
I relaxed my body for a while erasing my mind of everything so I
could fall asleep, but again, there was no air movement nor any
sound outside or inside the coach. Everything became deathly
still. I didn’t open my eyes this time. I lay very still and felt
the presence of my visitor again. This time I recognized him; his
presence was familiar. I recognized him from the time before. I
cleared my mind and opened it so he might communicate with me.
There was no response. My visitor wasn’t trying to speak to me in
my mind. My hand was lying out across the bed on top of the sheet.
I felt something, someone, a hand perhaps, cool, yet somehow warm,
take hold of mine.
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