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Cabbage Patch Cowboy

By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 12

"He what?" Buck yelled at Morgan in disbelief.

"He vanished, Buck. I swear to God, I saw him, then he disappeared. He was here one minute, and the next, he was gone. Poof," Morgan said and snapped his fingers, "Like that. I was coming down the front steps with a towel full of ice cubes to bring him around."

"He passed out from you beating him?" Buck asked like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"No, from whipping him," Morgan corrected Buck.

"Jesus Christ, Morgan. The boy passed out. How could you call that a whipping?" Buck asked enraged. Morgan didn't answer. "All right. All right. Go on. Then what happened?" Buck asked.

"I watched Waddie sit up on the bale of hay. He looked like he saw me, stood up, and vanished into thin air. I looked all over for him. I walked over to Dan's. Jimmy Sue said he hadn't been around, she hadn't seen him. I swear to God, Buck, I saw him disappear," Morgan said.

"Who do you think's gonna' believe your story, Morgan? Even if I believed you, as your brother, who a' my gonna' be able to convince you ain't lying? The boy vanished into thin air? If you weren't my brother, I'd haul yore’ ass off to jail for suspicion of attempted murder," Buck declared.

"Attempted murder? That's pretty rough, brother. I give my kid a spanking and you're gonna' slap an attempted murder charge on me? I don’t think so," Morgan tried to sound righteously indignant.

"You beat the boy with your belt 'til he bleeds and passes out, and you try to pass it off as a spanking? I don't think so, either, Morgan. Don't talk to me about rough, Morgan. I seen what you done to that boy, all in the name of getting him to admit doing something he didn't. What kind of a monster have you become?" Buck asked with a growl in his voice.

"Aww, he's got you brainwashed just like all them other people in this damn town. All three of my family witnessed him do what he done. He did it just to punish me. He wants me for himself. He don't wanna' have to share me with his other family," Morgan said trying to defend his actions.

"What other family? He ain't got no other family in that damn house, but you. You're it. Shit, Morgan, you're too Goddamned blind to see what a treasure you got in that boy. You're the only one who can't see the damn forest for the trees. The whole town hates you for what you're doing to Waddie. I'd give my left nut to have a kid who believed in me and love me enough to try to wean me away from them bat-shit crazy mother fuckers. You should be ashamed of yourself," Buck said and shook his head in disbelief. He wanted to punch Morgan's lights out, but he couldn't. He had a better idea. With a little help from an old buddy, Buck was going to nail Morgan's ass to the barn door. Buck heard just about all the bullshit he could handle from Morgan for one day.

"Lemme' use your phone a minute, Morgan," Buck didn't wait for an 'okay' he just walked up the front steps and into the house. The phone was in the front hallway. Buck dialed a phone number. A man answered. "Hey, this is your old buddy, Buck. Well, I'm doing fine, but we got us a problem, and I wanted to give you a call to let you know what's going on. Morgan's hurt Waddie pert-damn bad; he's run away. Is there a chance he ran to you, or do you know were he is? I see. Yes. Yes. No. Now, might not be the right time. I know, but it might only add fuel to the fire.

"I wouldn't ask you to do that. Well, you got a point there. I'm calling as a friend, not as the sheriff. I know you know I know. Yes, he tells me everything, you should know that. I'm his buddy, same's you. There's things he won't tell me because he's bonded with you, and he loves you like you was his big brother. He thinks the world of you. No, absolutely not. No, of course he don't. He don't, and I don't neither. He ain’t that kind a’ kid, and you know it. You know me well enough to know I don't condemn nobody. Yes. No. Yes. ‘At's true, he's my brother, I love him, but he's wrong.

"No, no. I wouldn't ask that of you. That ain’t why I'm calling. You should know me better'n ‘nat. You're right. No. No. You and me, we go back a long ways. I wouldn't do a thing like that. I couldn't wear this badge and live with myself if'n I did. We all love him, and I know you do. That's the reason I'm calling as a friend. No. Sure, I'll stay here if you want me to. Yeah, I 'll be here for a while. Don't want no mayhem, darlin,' 'cause then I have to stop being a friend and become sheriff, understand, old buddy? I knew you would. Never told ju’ I love you, did I? Take it to the bank, brother. See ya,'" Buck said and hung up the phone.

Buck walked out and told Dan, Don, Lyle, and Quinton what he did. They agreed with Buck's actions, but they couldn't believe he did it. (Dan and Buck decided it would be best to leave Gip at home with his mother. They didn’t know what they would find at Morgan’s place. Dan and Buck decided Gip had already been put through enough.) Within ten minutes here comes Ed Bloomquist in his plumbing truck driving up the gravel road like a bat out of hell madder than an old wet hen. You could see it in his eyes. Buck walked up to Ed, threw his arms around him, and hugged him. "Easy, brother, I know how much you love him. You don't love him a whit more'n the five men standing here. I'm your friend, Ed. We're on the same team. Don’t forget that. No rough stuff, promise?" Buck asked.

"I promise, Buck. It's in my heart to hurt 'em, but I know it wouldn't solve nothing," Ed replied.

Morgan saw Ed Bloomquist drive up. Ed and Buck walked slowly over to the group of men. "Howdy, Ed. What are you doing here? Nobody sent for a plumber," Morgan said jokingly as he stuck out his hand to shake Ed's. Ed took it and shook Morgan's hand.

"Well, yes, they did, Morgan," Ed replied letting his hand drop, and looked Morgan in the eye, "Yore’ brother Buck, here, called me a minute ago as a friend, 'cause he knows how much I love and admire yore’ boy. Waddie and me, well, we grow'd pert-damn close over the last couple of years, and we been seeing a lot of each other. I'm proud to call him my little buddy. I think of your boy as my little brother. He means one hell of a lot to me, Morgan. I'm the only man he ever let see his ass after you get through with him," Ed said.

"Glad to hear you like my boy, Ed. When you been visit'n with Waddie?" Morgan asked.

"Once, maybe twice a week when I come to fuck yore’ old lady," Ed said like it was no big whoop.

Morgan went white and started toward Ed. He was grabbed by three big deputies. "You son of a bitch. You low-life mother fucker, I'll kill ya,'" Morgan yelled at him.

"Maybe we better talk about low-life mother fuckers, Morgan. I'd say you fit that category right along side a' me. I can't believe you beat that beautiful boy the way you do, and he still loves you. Loves you so Goddamn much he wouldn't tell you about me fucking Judy for the last two years, because he didn't wanna' hurt you none. Same as he wouldn't tell you about them other three cowboys what's been fuck'n her behind yore' back. Now, you may wanna' get your gun and shoot me. I'll take that chance, because I love Waddie enough to tell you the truth despite the consequences.

"The main thing you have to know is Judy admitted to me, she and Dorothy lied to go along with Willie framing Waddie so's to drive you two apart. They hate that boy, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why. I don't think they know. Judy can't even tell me. She just shrugs ever’ time I ask. I don't think they have a reason. I think they're just bad people. She thinks it's funny. Told me you were fool enough to beat a confession out of Waddie even though he didn't do it. Waddie's never done one a' them thing you beat him for. It's all been Willie. Waddie never lied to you. In fact, I come to fuck Judy the afternoon Willie cut chore’ pony. I watched him do it through the window in your bedroom. Waddie's a young cowboy. He's never do some'um like 'at to an animal.

I can't help but feel sorry for you, Morgan, but not because Judy was unfaithful. As I said, I ain’t the only one what’s been fuck’n her, brother. They's at least three others I know of, and it really wouldn't be fair to shoot me and not them other cowboys. I feel sorry for you for having lost your son. Waddie's the best thing you ever bought in your life. Yeah, she told me about that, too. After this he'll never be your son again. C'ain't says I blame the boy. Hell, you treat your livestock better'n you treated Waddie. You just couldn't trust him when everybody in town was telling you he was a good boy, and he don't lie. How fuck'n blind can you be, Morgan? He took yore’ beatings, but never admitted he done it. Why? Because he didn't? He weren't lying to you and wouldn't lie to you no matter how hard or how much you beat him.

"I seen what you done to that boy and you should be just as ashamed of yourself as I am of myself. So let's talk. You and me. Let's talk about low-life mother fuckers, brother. I think we speak the same language and speak it pretty fluently. Through his pain, frustration, and anger, Waddie ain't never told ju’ about Judy's whore'n around because he didn't wanna' hurt you. Besides, you wouldn't believe him against them anyway. You proved it to him too many times. That boy's got the scars to show for your lack of trust. He took yore’ abuse, and yet, never tried to get back at you by telling you about Judy. You're a Goddamn fool, Morgan, to let them worthless son’s of bitches cost you your greatest treasure. Tell me, Morgan, were they worth it?" Ed asked without mercy.

Morgan went weak in his knees and Buck grabbed him for support. Buck set him on the tailgate of Dan's truck. Morgan put his head in his hands and started to sob. None of the men but Buck would console him. No matter what he did, Morgan was still his brother. Brothers don't let their brothers down. They're there for each other. Buck finally got him settled down. "God, help me, you're right, Ed. As much as it hurts, I know you're right. It'll be hard forgiving you, but no matter what you done, I have to admire you for standing up for Waddie and telling me the truth. I won't never forget that. Thanks for having the guts to tell me, Ed. My beautiful boy will never forgive me. He was right, too, God took him away from me. I don't deserve him. I didn't believe all that angel talk of his, but I gotta' tell ya,' something happened this afternoon I can't begin to explain. I have to believe it's a higher power at work. Nobody just disappears into thin air," Morgan lamented.

"All I can say, for what it's worth, Morgan, is, I'm sorry. I shouldn't a' done what I did, but I was weak. She was sell'n and I bought. Don't make me any better'n her though. I was wrong, and I ain't looking for no excuses. I may lose my wife and family over this, but I couldn't let this go any longer without telling you the truth. I don't feel good about what I done to you, but I feel damn good I stood up for my little buddy. Somebody had to get through to you. No matter what it cost me, I couldn't stand by, and see you do that to my little buddy no more. I love Waddie as much as any man standing here," Ed said with firm conviction.

Buck looked his brother in the eye, "Morgan, I want every gun in yore’ house including Willie's. I'll hold 'um until the heat of this day cools down. If Judy or Dorothy has a gun, I want it. Don't make me have to search the house. You're my brother, and I don't wanna' have ta' do that. I'm only doing it for your protection and theirs. You'll get 'um back when everything calms down," Buck said.

"There's my three in my closet. Judy and Dorothy don't have guns and Willie has a .22 in his closet. That's the only gun he has," Morgan replied.

"Deputy Tate, Deputy Rayborn, would you round up them guns, please?" Buck asked his men.

Quinton and Don proceeded into the house to collect the guns. Willie wasn't home, but Judy had an extra key to his room. She let them in, and they took Willie's gun. Buck walked Ed to his truck and thanked him. Ed didn't have much to say. He was almost in tears from his frustration over the news his little buddy was hurt and ran away. "If you hear from him, Buck, tell him his big brother loves him," Ed said with tears running down his face. Buck took him in his arms and held him.

"I will, Ed, you know I will. You might hear from him first. If you do and he swears you to secrecy, just tell him you have to let me know you heard from him, and he's all right. I won't ask you any more than you wanna' tell me. Deal?" Buck asked.

"Deal, Buck. What if he wants me to come to him?" Ed asked.

"Then go, Ed. If you can get away. If there's any man I'd trust with my nephew, it's you. By the way, he says you got the best taste'n come," Buck said and laughed, "I wiped some off'n his ear couple weeks ago, and it did taste pert-damn good." Buck got Ed laughing, "I told him, I'd arrest your ass one of these days, get me a big ol' taste, and I'd be the judge of that." Ed blushed beet red but smiled. Buck continued, "If you need to get away in a hurry, Ed, need help with your place, let us know, and we'll be there. Gip, Oatie, Clyde, me, Lyle, Dan, Don, and Quinton will be there to pitch in."

"Thanks, Buck. Anytime you want a sample, Sheriff, it's yours for the asking. Shit, Buck. You know'd I had a crush on you for years; be a dream come true. I love Waddie as much as I do my own boy. You're right, I'd see to it he's safe and being cared for," Ed said.

"By the way, Ed, what did you mean about Waddie being the best thing Morgan ever bought?" Buck asked puzzled.

"Don't chu' know? Oh, God, I thought you knew? Judy told me they ain't Waddie's parents. Morgan c'ain't have no kids. He's a mule. They bought Waddie on the black market from a group of nurses in Dallas. Begged Judy to let him put her name on the birth certificate," Ed said.

"No, I didn't know, Ed. Thanks," Buck said softly, looked into Ed's eyes, and Ed saw Buck's pain. Ed knew from Buck's face his brother, Morgan, didn't tell him the truth.

"I'm sorry, brother, I thought you knew because of you and Morgan being... oh, God, I'm so sorry, Buck," Ed said and grasped Buck by the shoulder with his big hand.

"It's okay, Ed. I'm all right. Better'n all right. I appreciate you sharing what you know with me. For that, Son, you might get that blow job sooner'n you think. 'At's a sure fire, get out of jail free ticket, Son," Buck said and smiled real big at Ed.

"Love you, too, brother," Ed replied and smiled at Buck as he offered his hand. The men shook hands and Ed drove off. Buck walked back over to Dan's truck. Morgan was still heaving and sobbing. Reality began to set in. It was rough for Buck, and as much as he hated what Morgan did to his Godson, his little buddy, he couldn't stop loving his brother. He put his arm around him and consoled him. Buck already heard Gip and Dan's story of the disappearing truck. Dan didn't say a word to Morgan. The sheriff, C. D., Dan, and the two deputies left Morgan’s, drove back over to Dan's to pick up Gip, and the six of them set out for Mrs. Jessup's house. Lyle and Quinton knew where she lived. She lived in a valley on a little farm on the other side of the interstate. Mrs. Jessup was sitting on her front porch shelling black-eyed peas in a big mixing bowl when the men drove up.

Buck and his deputies took off their hats as they approached the porch. "Afternoon, Mrs. Jessup," Buck hailed the lady.

"Well, I do declare. Sheriff Claymore, Chief Deputy Rawlings, Deputy Tate, Deputy Rayborn, Mr. Justin, and Gip. How nice to see you fine gentlemen. Come. Sit down. Stay a spell. Can I get you gentlemen some iced tea? It's awfully warm today," she offered.

"No, ma'am. We appreciate it but we just finished dinner a while ago with Mr. Justin and his family," Buck replied.

The men sat down on the porch. Gip sat on the railing. Mrs. Jessup smiled at Gip. "Forgive me, Mr. Justin, and you, too, young man, for not waving when I passed you today, but I had to stop and pick up Mr. Claymores Godson, Waddie, to take him to the interstate. You couldn't see him 'cause he was invisible to everyone but me and our friend, Uriel. I think you've met him, Sheriff Claymore. After that Uriel told us he made my truck invisible. Waddie and I weren't aware we were invisible, but I guess we were," she said.

"Yes, ma'am. You sure were," Dan confirmed. Gip nodded. "My son almost had a stroke when he saw your door swing open, close by itself, and then your truck disappear."

"I'm so sorry, Gip, I know Uriel didn't mean to cause you any discomfort."

"’At's all right, Mrs. Jessup. He come to me, and told me what was going on. He gimme’ yore’ name. That's why we's here. I told my dad and my Uncle Buck. We wanted to know if you could help us locate my brother Waddie."

"Well, I was to drive him to the interstate, tell him a trucker would be by in about five minutes, by the name of Mr. Hershel Franz, and he would take care of him. I waited on the other side to watch Waddie, and he sat down. Then it looked like he fainted. I turned the truck around to go back to wait with him. About that time Mr. Franz pulled up in his big rig and lifted Waddie into the cab of his truck. He drives for the Rio Grande Trucking Company out of Del Rio, I believe. No cause to worry. He's a fine man and a friend of Uriel's as well. He's taking good care of your nephew, Sheriff, I'm sure. You'll be getting a letter from 'Bubba'— that's what everyone calls him— in about two days with two rolls of color film. Twelve on each I believe. Is it twelve?" she looked right by the side of Gip then nodded her head like someone was confirming something, "Yes, that's right, Sheriff, twelve exposures on each roll of that poor child's rear, back, and face," she said.

"Is Mr. Uriel sitting next to Gip, Mrs. Jessup?" Buck asked.

"Why, yes, he is, Sheriff," she replied.

Buck looked right next to Gip and spoke. "Mr. Uriel, I know you can hear me, sir. You've listened to me many times for which I'm grateful. Thank you for taking care of one of our most precious treasures, my nephew. We all love him, but you know that, sir. We come to see if Mrs. Jessup could help us, but I can see Waddie's in good hands, and we shouldn't worry none. Forgive us, sir, but it's hard not to worry when we love him so much," Buck said.

"No. Of course not," Mrs. Jessup spoke to the invisible person next to Gip, "You know I wouldn't mind. Go on ahead," she said.

"Okay... Sheriff Claymore, Buck, good to see you again. Mrs. Jessup was kind enough to let me speak through her. I can't do it unless I ask permission, but she's such a gracious lady she don't mind. I know you're all worried about Waddie. It just shows how much you love him, but he's fine, trust me. You'll get a letter and a package from Mr. Franz— fine man, that Bubba— probably tomorrow or the next day. Mrs. Jessup already told you what would be in it. Take it to Dr. Dyer. He has a dark room and he's a fine amateur photographer. He can develop them. It's pictures of Waddie's wounds before and after Mr. Franz cleaned them. Dr. Dyer needs to see them anyway to make a recommendation to you as sheriff for removal of Waddie from the Lovejoy's home.

"He's to live with the Justins, and of course, he may visit freely with you sheriff, Deputy Rayborn and Clyde, the Rawlings, the Tates, the senior Lovejoys, Claymores and Davenports. Oh, yes, the Dyer's and his Aunt Agatha. He's not to see his dad without adult male supervision, and by that I mean you, Sheriff Claymore, one of your deputies, or Mr. Justin. A visit may be arranged at everyone's convenience, but only if Waddie wants to, not at Mr. Lovejoy's demand. They're not to be left alone at anytime for the first six months. If Mr. Lovejoy says anything remotely threatening to the boy, their visit is to be terminated immediately. Right now, Waddie's still with Bubba. Bubba's gonna' have a hard time letting go, and so is Waddie. I'm afraid the two of them have bonded and become quite fond of each other, but they'll see a lot of each other over the years.”

"Is he a big man, Mr. Uriel?" Buck asked.

"A huge, giant, bear of a man, Sheriff," he replied.

"E'aup, Waddie would love him shore' enough," Buck said winking at Dan and Gip. The men laughed.

"My Boss insists Waddie has time away from any influence of his family... that's your family Buck, the Justins, the Rawlings, the Rayborns, and the Tates; oh, yes, and Ma and Pa Lovejoy. He's afraid for Waddie to come home right now so we can't tell you where he is. I'll have him call you regularly, but please don't make it hard for the boy. Don't ask him where he is. You know he won't lie to you. I'm with him around the clock so don't be worried. He'll be staying with two wonderful men I know well who have been tested by me and my Boss many times. They're good men, sheriff. The very best. Every man here knows of them and knows their names. They are heroes in their eyes, as well as yours, sheriff.

"As for you, Gip, my Boss told me to tell you he hated to separate you two. We know how much you love your brother, and He knows this can’t be easy for you. Waddie feels the same about you. He’s thinking about you this very minute, sending you his love. He’ll miss you as much as you miss him, but being apart for a while will help you men understand just how much you mean to each other. By the way, Mr. Justin, Gip and I have met, but I've never had the pleasure of meeting you. Nice to meet you, too, Chief Deputy Rawlings. Fine boy you're going to have with Oatie. The Boss picked the two of you to be together. Course you knew that already. Oatie was right, you'd lose your ass at poker if he didn't become your son." Lyle blushed beet red, he didn't relate that story to the other men, and they laughed.

"Only Oatie could come up with something like that, Mr. Uriel. We love him, too. Hell, we love all our boys," Buck said.

"I know you do. Bubba put his phone number on his letter where you may call him. He'll stop by your office on his way back through within five or six days. He'll call you and let you know. Don't expect him to betray his little buddy. He won't. I know you folks better anyway. Trust in the Lord, and he will see you good folks through this. Waddie will be returned to you whole and sound. When he returns he has one more trial, and I won't whitewash it, it's a bad one. Don't leave his side, Sheriff, he's gonna' need to draw from your strength. He’ll need all your help. Waddie will rise above it and bring you a miracle that will shake you to your foundation and move your world, Sheriff. You will be born again to life. Am I right, young man?" Mr. Uriel spoke to Gip.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Uriel."

"Deputy Rayborn, it's good to meet you, sir. You've felt my presence on several occasions. You weren't sure, but you knew someone was there 'cause you kept looking over your shoulder. That was me. You got a fine, handsome, intelligent, sensitive boy. Let him run free with his brothers, and he'll bring you great joy, pride, and honor. You've tried praying several times, but you felt sort of funny. Just talk to him, Don, like you would yore’ best friend. Hell, tell him a joke if you feel like it. Just let him hear from you, let him know you care. He cares about you."

"Now a word to Mr. Tate. Quinton, you're an intelligent, fine looking young man with quite possibly the biggest heart of any man on this porch. Open your heart, Son, and let his love in. Don't be such a doubting Thomas. Thomas was there for folks like you. He doesn't mind if you have a healthy doubt. He loves you anyway. Ain't nothing you can do 'bout that. You're one of my sheep the Boss gave me to look after. I know you listen to me, but sometimes you can be more stubborn than a damn Kentucky mule. Loosen up, Son. Don't be such a tight ass, unless, of course, you're with the sheriff or the chief deputy."

The men giggled and nudged each other. They knew exactly what Uriel meant, "I know you don't believe me, but when you were ten years old you told a secret to a boy you never told another soul in your life. It was on a Halloween night in the loft of your parent's barn when you invited the boys in your class to your place for a Halloween night sleep over. That boy became a man who would never betray your trust. He's the only man standing here who knows your middle name. You were named after one of your presidents if I'm not mistaken." Buck laughed because he was the person Quinton told his middle name, Fillmore. Quinton smiled funny, turned white, and look constipated.

"I have ta' go now, Gentlemen. I've imposed on Mrs. Jessup long enough. By the way, Waddie wants Mrs. Jessup to become one of his grandmothers. She needs family. Help them with that, gentlemen. Gip, since you’re Waddie's brother that would make Mrs. Jessup your new grandma, too. Let's go easy on her, though, and ease her into the idea of Clyde and Oatie." The men laughed. They knew what he was talking about. "When my Boss gets ready for Waddie to come home, I'll send you to him, sheriff. Go by yourself or take Mr. Justin with you, I'll lead you to him."

"Thank you for speaking with us, Mr. Uriel. You've put our hearts at rest for the moment to know he's with good people who will love and take care of him. We'll trust you and the Lord, sir."

Mrs. Jessup sort of shook her head like she was waking up. "I'm aware of the words I'm speaking, but they don't come from me. It's the strangest feeling. I don't think I can describe it, but I heard every word he said. He just waved goodbye and went away."

"Thanks so much, Mrs. Jessup, for letting us speak with Mr. Uriel. It meant more to us than you can know. Thank you, ma'am. Call us... come visit. You're welcome anytime. After all, you're going to be one of my nephew's grandparents. You're part of our family now, Mrs. Jessup. If you need help, if there's anything we can do for you, call the sheriff's station and they’ll be a man here as soon as possible," Buck assured her.

"Here's our phone number, Mrs. Jessup," Dan Justin said and handed her a small piece of paper, "We're practically neighbors. If you have an emergency, call us. Gip and I can be here in a matter of minutes."

"Well, thank you, gentlemen, and God bless you all. I appreciate knowing that. Being an old woman by herself, out here, you never can tell what's gonna' happen. I lived for so long without anyone to call, it will be a luxury, but I promise not to take advantage. Thanks so much for dropping by. It's nice to have company visit, and it certainly was nice to be the center of attention of six fine looking young men." Mrs. Jessup giggled like a school girl, and the men laughed at her mischievousness. She waved goodbye to them with a tear in her eye. Uriel once again provided for her. She wasn't so afraid anymore. She didn't feel quite so alone. She felt like she had family again. She did, the men meant what they said.

The men were quiet on the ride back to the Justin's place. They were lost in their own thoughts waiting for Buck to say something. Sitting in the back seat next to his dad, Gip could see his dad thinking deeply about something. All of sudden a glow came over Dan's face, he clamped his hand on Gip's leg, looked at him, winked, and smiled real big. Gip grabbed his dad's hand and held it the rest of the way back.

"Gentlemen, everyone in this automobile is sworn to secrecy about Mrs. Jessup. We know Morgan did, indeed, see Waddie disappear, but at this point, I don't want him to know we know anything. Does everyone understand?" The men agreed and thought it was a good idea. "I don't want him going out there to bother Mrs. Jessup. She wouldn't tell him nothing anyway. Mrs. Jessup can be invited to anything your families want to include her in, and I hope you do. I plan to. Morgan doesn't need to know who she is or how we know her, agreed?" Once again the men agreed and assured Buck, Mrs. Jessup would certainly be included. Buck pulled the patrol car onto the Justin's drive, and pulled around in behind the house. The men got out and Jimmy Sue and Linda Sue came out to greet them. They wanted to see if they had any word of Waddie's whereabouts.

Buck motioned everyone around, he wanted to tell the men and two women something. "Momma Sue. Sweetheart." Buck smiled as he addressed the two ladies, "We'll tell you what we found out, but I need to say something first to everyone here. I don't want it getting out what we know. I know I can count on all of you to keep it to yourselves. I don't even want the three other deputies to find out what we know. They probably wouldn't believe us anyway. I'm gonna' tell Doc Dyer and Lyle can tell Mrs. Anderson, 'cause I know if he don't she'll worry herself silly." Buck went on to tell Momma Sue and his wife, Linda Sue, where Waddie was and who he was with. They marveled at Buck's telling of Waddie's disappearance and speaking to Mr. Uriel through Mrs. Jessup. "Folks, when Bubba comes we'll get our family together to have dinner for him to thank him for his goodness and help. Could we do it out here at your place Dan, Jimmy Sue, away from town and prying eyes? We'll all pitch in. Maybe a pot luck dinner or homemade burgers. It don't have to be nothin' fancy. I'll let you and Linda Sue coordinate it, Jimmy Sue, if you will?" Buck asked Dan and Jimmy Sue.

"Sure Buck, no problem. Glad to have ya'll out," Dan replied.

"As far as everyone else is concerned, Bubba is an old friend of mine. Let's keep everybody thinking we're turning every leaf to find Waddie, and we have been. I don't want a word of what we know getting back to my brother, Morgan. I ain't trying to be mean or nothing, but I feel he needs to be more concerned than we are at this point. There ain’t a lot of punishment I can bring down on him, and I ain’t sure I wanna’ do that to my brother. It's gonna' be hard enough on him losing his kid. I'll be the one what decides what and when he should know anything. As far as the community is concerned we's busting our butts to find our boy. I wouldn't ordinarily ask this of you folks, but I think everyone standing here knows why." Buck looked at them. Everyone did know why.

Jimmy Sue threw her arms around Buck's neck and hugged him. "He'll come back to us, big brother. I know he will," Jimmy Sue said. She knew how much it was hurting Buck.

"I know, darlin,' but it weighs heavy on my heart he didn't run to us," Buck said in sadness.

"I don't think he had a choice, Buck," Don Rayborn said, "he was probably scared out of his wits, and Mr. Uriel told him to run. I think we have to do what he said, trust him and the Lord. I was never quite sure until today. Now, I have no doubts. I'll start talking to him regularly and praying for Waddie. I think the kid needs our prayers right now."

"Yeah, brother, I don't think it was because he didn't want to run to us. He was instructed to get away for some reason we don't know about. My guess is, it was to save his life. I think he's in good hands -- no, the best of hands. I'll sleep better tonight after visiting with Mrs. Jessup," Dan said quietly.

"Yeah, Uncle Buck," Gip spoke up. He was very quiet since the visit to Mrs. Jessup’s, "I know my brother's safe. I only wish I could be with him. He needs me, but most of all, I need him," Gip said and started crying. Buck scooped him up in his big arms to hold the boy and steal a kiss. "Mom was right. She usually is. He'll come back to us safe and sound," Gip said. Buck stole another kiss and hugged Gip.

* * * * * * *
At dinner that evening Dan and Gip recounted the entire day to Jimmy Sue who listened in awe. She knew her husband and son wouldn't lie to her, but the details she was hearing was nothing short of miraculous, but it fit right in with what Gip and Waddie told the adults about their angel. After dinner, over dessert and coffee, Dan was talking to Jimmy Sue about Waddie. Gip finished his dessert and was clearing the table for his mom while she enjoyed a moment with Dan. "Buck has to have Mrs. Anderson fill out several state and county missing persons information forms with detailed descriptions of the missing person. Buck asked me if I remembered any outstanding scars or blemishes Waddie has on his body. We been swimming lots of times in the raw, and the only thing I could remember was his wine colored birthmark near his groin on his right leg in the form of a perfect cowboy boot," Dan said thoughfully.

Jimmy Sue dropped her coffee cup and broke it. Gip saw the look on his mom's face and knew his Aunt Linda probably told her about Waddie's birthmark.
"Oh, my God, a cowboy boot? Are you sure?" her voice rose as she asked her husband. Gip stood behind his dad waving his arms like crazy to his mother and pointed to his dad shaking his head back and forth to warn her not to tell him what she knew. Jimmy Sue knew enough to trust her kid.

Gip grabbed a broom, ran over, and started cleaning up the broken pieces of her cup. "Can I get you another cup of coffee, Mom?" he asked.

"Thank you, sweetheart, I'd like that. That's so thoughtful of you, hon... I appreciate it." Jimmy Sue knew Gip was creating a distraction so she could get herself together. She went along and had time to compose herself.

"Oh, by the way, mom, remind me to tell you something later. I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to interrupt. You and dad go ahead and talk, Mom. I'll finish cleaning this up." Jimmy Sue knew that meant he'd explain later. She was proud of her boy, but her mind was racing like crazy.

"Something wrong, dear, about Waddie's birthmark?" Dan asked.

"No, I'm just surprised, at what a coincidence it was, Waddie wanting to be a cowboy and all. It's almost like he wears God's stamp of approval telling him to be a cowboy," she replied bluffing her way through, almost sure her husband was buying it.

"I never thought of it that way, did you, Gip?" Dan asked.

"Yes, sir. Waddie, Oatie, Clyde, and me... we done talked about it several times. We're convinced," Gip replied and continued cleaning up the broken cup. He swept up the pieces with a broom and dust pan.

"Darlin,' that was a great meal. Thank you," Dan complimented Jimmy Sue, leaned over, and kissed her.

"Yeah, Mom, it was great. You got a real good scald on that one," Gip said and his parents shared a laugh. Gip heard his granddad Claymore say that to grandma Claymore after she fixed a fine meal.

"Well, Son, we'd better be getting out and put up the stock for the night," Dan said to Gip.

"It's early, Dad. That was such a fine meal mom fixed tonight, would you mind waiting a bit while I help mom with the dishes? Then I'll go out with you soon's I finish."

"No, not at all. That's thoughtful of you, Gip. I've got a couple of things to do out there. Come on out when you get done. I'll be waiting for you," Dan said and smiled, proud of his boy for wanting to help his mom.

Gip went to his dad and hugged him. "Thanks, Dad. She looks a mite tuckered tonight, don’cha' think?" Gip winked at his dad.

"No, Son, she always looks beautiful to me," Dan replied.

That got Dan a hug and a kiss from his wife. "We won't be long, hon, there's not that much to clean up," Jimmy Sue told Dan as he was going out the back door. Gip already started putting the hot water and soap in the sink for his mom. She walked over, put her arms around her boy, and gently kissed him on his forehead.

"Thanks, Mom, I needed that. Damn near messed my pants the minute I knew you put two and two together. Thanks for trusting me, Mom. I'll tell you all I can," Gip said.

"Do you mean to tell me Waddie is Linda Sue and Buck's son?" Jimmy Sue asked. Gip nodded his head 'yes' to his mother as a tear rolled down his cheek. "And, that's the miracle he'll bring the two of them?" she asked. Gip nodded his head one more time. Jimmy Sue took Gip in her arms and wept. Gip wanted to cry, too, but he was going to be strong and be a man for his mother. She felt him comforting her, and knew her boy was growing up. "And, you and Waddie have known for almost four years -- well, since Buck and Linda Sue got married?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, um. Except Mr. Uriel told Waddie the day we moved in here. So he's known for almost five years," Gip replied.

"That poor kid. What he's gone through, but on the other hand, it's just too wonderful for words, Gip. It truly is a miracle. Can you imagine when they find out. When will they find out?" she asked.

"You can't tell them, Mom. Neither can Waddie, Doc Dyer, Aunt Agatha, or me," Gip said firmly.

"They know?" Jimmy Sue asked in amazement.

"Yes, Ma'am. I can't tell you everything tonight, but I promise I'll make time to help you tomorrow with any project you wanna' get done. I'll answer all your questions I can at that time. I can fill you in on a few while we clean the dishes."

"Well, that's enough for me to digest tonight, hon. Look at me, I'm still shaking. I can't believe it. I thought he was Morgan's son, but he always looked so much like Buck," Jimmy Sue said shaking her head in wonder. Gip gave his mother a brief overview of the situation and told her why she couldn't say anything to Linda Sue or Buck. Waddie was going to come live with them for a while until Linda Sue discovers he's her son. Then she has to tell her husband the truth.

"When is all this to come about?" Jimmy Sue asked.

"Very soon, Mom, after Waddie gets back and starts living with us."

They finished the dishes and Gip put away the last dish in the cupboard. His mother took him in her arms again to hold him, and kissed him on the cheek.
"You're growing up too fast, Gip. You're almost a young man. No, I take that back, you are a young man. This year there will be major changes in your body I know your dad has already talked with you about. I've started to see them happen. I guess I'm selfish. I want you to remain my little boy, but I know I have to let you grow up. I love you so much, Gip. Your dad and I are so proud of you," Momma Sue said and shed a few more tears.

"Mom, there's a part of me what's always gonna' be your little boy. I don't never wanna' lose touch with the little boy inside of me. He'll always be there for you, Mom," Gip promised her. Jimmy Sue started crying again as Gip was comforting her and kissing her on the cheek.

Dan walked in the back door and saw Gip holding Jimmy Sue. He smiled at the two of them. "Uh... am I interrupting something?" he asked with a grin.

"No, hon, I's just thanking Gip for helping me, and I insisted on holding my little boy one more time. He's growing up so fast, I'm gonna' turn around and tomorrow he'll be a man," Jimmy Sue said and smiled.

"I stopped thinking on him as a boy a while ago, darlin.' I started treating him like a young man," Dan said.

"I'm ready, if you are, Dad. Let's go do it," Gip said, winked at his dad, and rolled his eyes behind his mom's back like, 'I know you understand, Dad. We have to humor them sometimes.'

"Your men'll be back in a bit, darlin.' Love you," Dan said quietly.

"Love you both," Jimmy Sue said as they were going out the door.

Dan walked with his arm around his son to the barn, and stole a kiss on the way. "Want your old man to stop stealing kisses, now you're a young man?" Dan asked.

"You better not, Dad. You'll have one long faced, sad assed puppy wander'n around here not knowing which way to go. I depend on you stealing at least a couple of kisses every evening to let me know you love me. I ain't never gonna' be too old for my old man to steal a kiss from me. Lord knows I've stolen enough from you. Seems to me like it's only fair," Gip said in all seriousness to his dad.

Dan laughed and hugged him tighter. "I never was a kiss'n bandit until that big uncle of yours walked into our lives. My life ain't been the same since. Ain't complaining none. My brother taught me some things about love'n I would a' never know'd. Your mother's love and my love for her has grown because of things I learned from that big man. I'm glad he come into our lives. We're the richer for loving him," Dan allowed.

"Yeah, well, he and my brother taught me many things. One of them is not to be afraid to tell my old man I love him, and I'm damn proud of him. Waddie and me, we got ourselves the best dad in these here parts, bar none," Gip said and grinned.

The men finished their chores and stood together behind the new barn in the warm summer air under a full moon. It was a beautiful early summer night with fireflies lighting up the night like bejeweled fairies flitting about. Dan took Gip into his arms and held his boy close. Gip looked up, found his dad's mouth, and gently brushed his lips across Dan's as an invitation. Gip was surprised he didn't have to asked twice. His dad was more than ready to welcome this young man, his son, into manhood. It was a kiss filled with the love a father has for his beloved son and his son returned his love to him in kind. They needed to feel this closeness for sometime. It was a lingering, gentle kiss of passion. A passion between a father and son who had come a long way.

It wasn't easy for Gip and Dan to break down fences, walls, and barriers until this moment, this communication became possible and welled to the surface within them. It was something that didn't just happen. They worked toward this goal of closeness. They spoke of it many times. They knew, because of their hard work to trust and love each other unconditionally, they were spiraling into each other. They kissed again. A tender kiss of promise. A promise to always love and be there for each other. No words needed to be spoken. Gip wasn't shy and didn't hold back from his dad. They finally broke off their kiss, but Dan continued to hold his boy and look into his eyes, tenderly stealing a kiss from him, from time to time.

"Thanks, Dad. I needed that from you tonight. I been wanting it for months, but the time weren't right. You couldn't have picked a better night. I love you so much, Dad. I'm s'damn proud of you," Gip said to his dad.

"You can thank the sheriff for that, Son. I would’ve never been able to do that for us if Buck hadn't talked to me by the hour and taught me about the ways of love. Things my old man should have taught me years ago but never did. He didn't know how to love himself. Somehow, I felt you needed some love'n from your old man tonight. And, to tell the truth, your old man was ripe for your offer. I been wait'n for it, Son. Guess you felt I could use a little love'n myself tonight. Some’um happen this evening between you and your ma you can't talk to me about, but you need my love right now more'n ever. You don't know how long I've wanted to show my love for you with a kiss like that, Gip. Look at me." Dan looked down at his hard cock in his pants. Gip looked at his own, they looked at each other, and the men laughed as they hugged each other again.

They started walking slowly towards the house, arms around each other, holding each other tight. "You're right, Dad. Something did happen tonight I can't tell you about, but soon I'll be able to tell you everything, I promise. Don't feel left out, Dad. It will thrill you beyond your wildest dreams," Gip promised him.

"Is it the miracle Waddie will bring to Buck?" Dan asked.

"Yes, sir," Gip replied softly.

"It's okay, Son. Don't fret. I think I done figured it out already. Buck told me today Ed Bloomquist said Judy told him Morgan bought Waddie from some nurses at the Methodist Hospital in Dallas. Morgan can't have no kids. I'm the only one Buck told. I don't think he plans to tell your Aunt Linda either. It all came together for me in the car on the way back from Mrs. Jessup’s. Remember when I grabbed yore’ leg. That was the moment the pieces came together in my mind. I was trying to think what the miracle could be? It had to include Buck, Waddie, and Linda Sue. I started with what I knew. Morgan bought Waddie from some nurses at the Methodist hospital. Your Aunt Linda worked in Dallas all through the war and lived with Aunt Agatha, whose daughter was a nurse at the Methodist hospital. Waddie had to be born and purchased by Morgan almost exactly nine months after Buck left for the war. Buck told me the date he left and we know Waddie's birthday. It's a perfect match.

Your Aunt Agatha figured out who Waddie really was at Buck and Linda's wedding. I remember her telling Buck and Linda Sue, Waddie would provide them with a great miracle. Too many coincidence's not to add up to something. Linda Sue got pregnant by Buck before he left for the war, she had his baby, gave it up for adoption, but I can't figure out the reason. Waddie is Buck and Linda Sue's son. Linda Sue told your mom about her baby's birthmark. She put two and two together tonight, you very maturely shut her up, and covered for her like a Russian spy. Did a damn good job, too. I almost couldn't keep from laughing, but I was proud of you. That's part of why I needed to give you that kiss tonight. I told her the truth, Son. I don't think of you as a boy no more. I think of you as a young man," Dan said. Gip turned to his dad and started crying. Dan took him into his arms to comfort him. "I hope you don't never get too old to come to your old man for comfort, Gip, and never be ashamed to cry in his arms," Dan added.

"I won't, Dad, but I don't know if'n I should confirm your clever deduction. Just promise me you won't tell Uncle Buck or Aunt Linda what you discovered. You can't Dad. It ain’t time for them to know. It will be soon, and then I can tell you a lot more. I know I can trust you," Gip pleaded.

"I won't say a word, but Mr. Uriel and you hit the nail on the head today. It will be the miracle that will change Buck and Linda Sue's lives. I always thought Buck and Waddie looked too damn much alike right down to their cocks, but you know what? I think Waddie's gonna' have the edge on his old man in the male tackle department," Dan said and grinned.

"I do, too, Dad, I --- " Dan felt Gip jump like something frightened him. Gip was staring over Dan's shoulder. Dan turned and saw the light of the angel himself as he nodded for Gip to confirm his dad's suspicions. Gip waved and smiled. Mr. Uriel, raised one hand, smiled back, and disappeared.

Dan got a funny look on his face. "I gotta' get to the house, Son, I think I just messed in my pants," Dan declared. Gip started laughing at his dad as he ran as fast as he could to the back door. He remembered having the same reaction the first time he saw Mr. Uriel. Waddie warned him. He'd come to you at the damnedest times and scare the crap out of you. Gip was still laughing as he walked in the back door of the house. His mother look puzzled at what her men were up to. Gip went to his mother, and held her, still laughing. A little while later, Dan came back into the room wearing a clean pair of Wranglers. He was white as a sheet with a funny look on his face. Gip took one look at his dad and couldn't contain himself. He was rolling on the couch laughing. Dan went over and started tickling him.

"Would someone please tell me what's going on?" Jimmy Sue was laughing herself. "Dan, you look like you seen a ghost," she said.

That really set Dan and Gip off. They were holding each other laughing. "Guess you might say that, hon," Dan replied, laughed again, and set Gip off in another round of giggles.

"Dad messed in his pants, Mom. Mr. Uriel appeared to us on the way back from the barn. Right after dad told me he already knew our secret. I wasn't going to confirm his suspicions, but Mr. Uriel told me it was all right. I should've know'd better'n to ever underestimate my old man. Not much gets by him. That's why Waddie and I have to be good boys. Our little act only confirmed what he done figured out today when he found out from Uncle Buck, Morgan bought Waddie on the black market."

Jimmy Sue went to Dan and cried in his arms and apologized to him. He assured her there was no apology necessary. He wouldn't have wanted her to react any other way than the way she did. He was proud of her and proud of his son. That night the Justins joined hands before going to bed and gave thanks for a miracle that was yet to come. They prayed for their other son who they knew was under the protection of their Lord. Give him courage and strength to heal quickly and come home to them. The Old Man took their prayer himself, he was as proud of Gip as his parents were.

* * * * * * *
Bubba woke up holding a pretty little man with a bruised face and one hell of a black eye. He took the boy to his heart in only one night. A brave, loving little man who didn't cry out once when he cleaned him real good. Bubba tried to be gentle but the tears ran down his big face every time he cleaned another area of shredded flesh on the boy's butt. Waddie stirred, opened his eyes, and looked into the biggest, kindest, dark brown eyes he ever saw. He reached up with his head and kissed Bubba gently on the mouth. Bubba returned it with all the gentleness of a saint.

"Good morning, my big, handsome Grizzly bear," Waddie said softly. Bubba laughed.

"Oh, so, now, this morning, I's handsome, huh, little buddy?" Bubba stole a kiss behind Waddie's ear.

"Hell, Bubba. You're the type man what grows on you. Y'ain't too impressed with 'em when ya' first meet 'em, but after you get to know 'em a little bit, they's like a purdy fly'er, they bloom right before your eyes. Now I slept in your big arms, felt your love and warmth surround me, made me feel safer than I felt in months, and looked into those beautiful eyes of yorn, I see what I missed the first time I looked. The face of a strong, good hearted, handsome, brown-eyed man." Waddie smiled, reached up, stole another kiss from Bubba and giggled.

Bubba threw his head back and enjoyed a good laugh. "Yeah, ain't no doubt about it. You're Buck Claymore's boy. Well, what about below my neck?" he asked and grinned wickedly at Waddie.

"Aww, hell, Bubba. ‘At's like a surprise package you open on Christmas morning. You know it's got a pretty bow on it, you think it might be some’um special, but nine times out of ten it's clothes. Then one Christmas you open that surprise package and there's the prettiest, cutest damn puppy you ever did see underneath all that wrap'n. That's you, Bubba, the prettiest, damn 'teddy bear' a kid could ever hope for," Waddie said with a grin.

Bubba stopped smiling, looked into Waddie's dark blue eyes for a minute, and almost lost it. "You mean that, don' cha'?" Bubba asked without emotion.

"With all my heart, big man," Waddie said with love. Bubba leaned toward Waddie, he met him halfway, threw his arms around Bubba's neck and pulled him into a kiss that was a bit more than brotherly. Both men got roaring hard. Harder than their morning piss-hards.

"You really love me that much, Bubba?" Waddie asked as he moved against Bubba's big dick.

"Times ten, cowboy," Bubba stole another kiss, "We gotta' get up, get dressed, and hit the road. Louise warshed yore’ clothes last night. I gotta' go pick 'em up and get you dressed. Feel any better this morning, angel," Bubba asked.

"With the dirty thoughts running through my mind about the nasty things I could do with my teddy bear, I don't think I could pass for no angel, big man," Waddie replied. Bubba laughed.

"Go on with ya,' you're gonna' get us both into trouble," Bubba said.

"I was kinda hoping I might." Waddie giggled and Bubba laughed.

"Is that how much you love me down there, buddy?" Bubba asked.

"Times a hun'nert," Waddie replied with a wicked grin.

"That 'ud be enough to make me happy for a night, young'un. We get chu' feeling a little better, I just might find out what nasty things you had in mind for yore’ big teddy bear," Bubba said with a smile.

"Well, Bubba," Waddie said stretching and yawning, "I guaran-damn-tee ya' it wouldn't be just a picnic." Waddie winked at Bubba.

He roared with laughter. "More like a prick-nic, huh, little buddy?" Bubba asked.

"Prick-nic?" Waddie asked and giggled, "I like that, Bubba. Close enough," he replied. Both men laughed and hugged each other.

They got up, Waddie was sore, but able to walk unassisted. They went to the bathroom with roaring erections and decided not to even try for the toilet. They stood in front of the tub/shower. "You need help holding that big thing, Bubba?" Waddie asked as he looked over at him.

Bubba grinned. "How 'bout chu, cowboy? That damn thing ain't no toothpick," Bubba replied.

"Gets awful heavy, Bubba," Waddie complained, "I know yorn must," Waddie replied. Bubba reached down, gently grabbed Waddie's dick, Waddie reached over, and took hold of Bubba's manhood. Immediately they started pissing together at the same time. "Fuck." Waddie sighed leaning back just a little, "Now that's the way buddies should take a morning piss... right, big man?" Waddie asked.

"C'ain't gainsay that, cowboy. Feels mighty fine. Best piss I done took in a long time." They finished and shook each other to get the last bit out. Except Bubba cheated and shook Waddie's a couple more times than socially called for. Waddie giggled. Bubba put the lid down on the toilet and sat down.
"Turn your backside to old Bubba. Lemme' take a look." Waddie did and Bubba looked him over good. He turned Waddie around and looked closely at his face. "You know what? I don't think you're gonna' have much more bleeding. We'll put some more ointment on you after we shower, and you can lie across the bed while I get chore’ clothes. I don't see no problems with wearing your clean levis. Is it still real sore?" Bubba asked.

"Not as bad as it was, Bubba. I think that stuff takes a lot of the pain away. Sure appreciate you taking such good care of me. Wish't I could do something for you." Waddie looked Bubba straight in the eye and smiled.

Bubba didn't miss his meaning for a minute. "What if I said, if you're feeling better this evening...?"

"Better not. Make me ol' dick hard all day," Waddie replied with a wink.

Bubba laughed. "Damn, you make me laugh, Waddie. You make my troubled old heart feel good. Let's get in the shower, cowboy," he said.

They showered, and Bubba was again supremely gentle with Waddie. It hurt some but not as bad as the night before. Waddie kept looking at Bubba's beautiful appendage. It reminded him of Ed's except it was quite a bit bigger than Ed's. He thought it might present a challenge, but he was so confident now, with a little over a year and a half good solid practice under Coach Ed, he felt he was ready for the big leagues. 'Naw,' he thought to himself. 'I could take him. Swallow that sucker so fast it 'ud make that big bear's head spin. I'd wrestle him to the floor, him just a' yell'n and a' holler'n, and steal me some big bear honey.' Waddie got roaring hard thinking dirty thoughts to himself and giggled. Bubba didn't miss the giggle and saw Waddie's pride sticking straight out in front of him.

"Stop that. Ain't no fair think'n dirty thoughts 'bout chore’ buddy less'n you share 'em," Bubba said with a grin.

Waddie smiled his impish grin and giggled. "Be glad to share that one with ya,' big bear, if'n I'm feeling better this evening.” They shared a laugh.

"I gotta' be careful with you, cowboy. Uriel warned me about chu,'" Bubba said.

"He did? What'd he say?" Waddie asked.

"Told me you'd steal my heart quicker'n a fat lady eats a donut," Bubba replied and grinned.

"Oh, hell, I kin do it quicker’n ‘nat. Won't give it back, neither," Waddie replied. They laughted with each other.

Bubba gently toweled Waddie dry then dried himself. Waddie dried Bubba's big back for him. Bubba laid him across the bed, and put more ointment on him, front, and rear. Waddie didn't wince like he did the night before. The stuff was working. Bubba threw a sheet over Waddie, and told him to take a nap, he'd be back in a minute with his clothes. Bubba walked over to the diner. The sun was just coming up over the badlands. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. He walked in and all the truckers were there from last night. There were a few more he knew. He thanked all of them for their kindness and another six slipped him another roll of bills for the boy. Bubba almost cried when he hugged Red Dog. "You guys are the best. I'll have him over here in a minute. Save us a couple of seats."

Louise pulled a double shift, because the new girl didn't show. She no sooner got home, kicked off her shoes when the owner caller her back in. She walked over and handed Bubba the bag of Waddie's clothes. Bubba kissed her on the cheek and thanked her. She blushed like a school girl, and that was enough to send the truckers into major hoots and hollers. Bubba left and took Waddie's clothes back to the motel. Bubba asked Waddie if he could dress himself while he went to pay Sid for the room and give him the key. Waddie told him he could and was ready when Bubba got back. He carried Bubba's blanket and his shaving kit to the truck for him. Bubba threw the stuff up in the sleeper behind the cab of the truck, and the two men walked slowly to the diner. They walked in to fifteen or twenty good looking truckers all sitting around a big table with a couple seats saved for them. Bubba introduced Waddie around, and he shook every hand. They were all impressed he was a little gentleman. "Well, he should be, he's Buck Claymore's boy," they allowed.

Bubba ordered breakfast for the two of them. Waddie was happy he did. He didn't know what he wanted, and Bubba was good at that sort of thing. Lousie brought him some more orange juice and milk, scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns, biscuits, and gravy. She brought Bubba his favorite. A side order of grits and red-eye gravy. Grits with a clear reddish gravy poured over them, made with ham or pork chop drippings, water, and a shot of bourbon. It would sure get your eyes open. Ninety-five percent of the alcohol was burned off in making the gravy, but damn, the taste was a little bit of heaven. Bubba offered Waddie a taste, and he tried it. His eyes lit up like a pinball machine that just went 'tilt.'

"What da’ ya' think, young'un?" Bubba asked. Waddie smiled real big at Bubba.

"I think you better order yore’self another help'n, good buddy," Waddie declared. The men laughed at the look on Bubba's face and Waddie's impertinence with his running buddy.

"He's Buck's son, 'at's fer damn sure, Bubba. Ain't no doubt in my mind," one of the good looking truckers said.

Bubba motioned to Louise to bring him another. She smiled, and turned in the order.

"Waddie talked to all the truckers. They were amazed he remembered every one of their names and was respectful to add 'mister' in front of every name. He had them eating out of his hand. He made a brief 'thank you' to all of them for their kindness and generosity. He would never forget them. They were in love with Waddie when he and Bubba got up to leave. They hated to see Bubba pull out so early. Bubba left Louise another ten dollar tip. Waddie hugged and thanked her for washing his clothes. He hoped to see her again under better circumstances. She hoped so, too.

Louise spoke to Bubba, "When you be back through, sugar?" she asked.

"Ain’t real sure but probably in about five days. I'll stop by, have a bite, and let cha'll know how our cowboy's doing," Bubba replied.

"We'd all 'preciate that, Bubba," she said. Lousie gave him a kiss on the cheek. Bubba blushed, and once again the truckers were hoot'n and holler'n at Bubba and Louise. Waddie giggled, too. She smiled and wave them away with her hand.

* * * * * * *
Two days later Mrs. Anderson had a parcel on her desk with two ordinary rolls of color film and a hand written note.

Dear Sheriff Claymore,

I picked up your Godson, Waddie, on the interstate two days ago. He was passed out, lying by the side of the road. He lost a lot of blood. He was almost dead, sir. He suffered a bad beating, and had facial wounds he said his dad done to him. He was in pretty bad shape. I took him to a truck stop and fed him. A waitress friend of mine cleaned his clothes. I washed and medicated his wounds. He cried himself to sleep in my arms. I didn't stop for him by chance, Sheriff. A friend of ours, Uriel, told me he'd be there and to stop for him. Uriel is with him, and you don't need to be afraid for him. I thought you might need these photos of his wounds to get him away from his dad when he's ready to come home. I'll take care of him for several days. I been told to take him to some good men who will see he's cared for. Waddie's healing nicely and not as sore as he was. To be honest, Sheriff, I don't want to let him go. He's one hell of a fine little running buddy, and I come to love him like a little brother in a short period of time. You may contact me through the following phone number, or I'll stop by your office on my way back through in five days.

Please understand, I can't and won't tell you where he is. No disrespect intended, Sheriff, but I'm under orders from a higher authority. I know you understand, sir. The folks I'm taking him to were recommended by Uriel. They’re two of the finest men I ever know'd and come from one of the finest families in Texas. You wouldn't believe me if I was to tell you who they are, but you'll find out soon enough. I have known and loved them myself for years. They're like family to me. They're fine people and will take good care of his wounds and help to mend his heart. Waddie's a fine young man, Sheriff, one of the best I run into in a long time. Perhaps the greatest compliment I could give the kid is, I only wish he was my boy. You might want to seriously consider adopting him if you and your wife have room. He's stolen my heart, Sheriff Claymore, but I ain't real sure I want it back.

Yours truly,

Hershel Franz "Bubba"
Rio Grande Trucking Co.
(phone number... )

Buck read the letter in private in his office with his door closed. He sat for fifteen minutes weeping into a handkerchief. At least he knew Waddie was in good hands, and Bubba was up-front with him. He could deal with that. He wouldn't press Bubba when he dropped by. He'd shake his hand, give him a big hug, offer him a pull off his hip flask, take him home for dinner, have him meet his family, and treat him like a valued friend. 'He was, indeed, a valued friend,' thought Buck. 'He was kind to my boy. Your boy, Buck?' he asked himself. ‘Damn it. I never wanted anything so bad in my life than for Waddie to be my boy, my son,' he thought.

'Is that fair to your brother?' he asked himself. 'Hell, yes. My brother's done had his chance, and he fucked it up royally. Waddie ain't his no more'n he's mine. My brother lied to me.' Buck reasoned to himself. Waddie wasn't Morgan's kid and Buck didn't keep much truck with folks who went around buying children on the black market. Then Buck thought about how many sweet, wonderful children there might be out there, somewhere, just like Waddie, needing love, a home and didn't have one. Damn it, he'd buy them all if he could and give them a good home. 'God forgive me,' he prayed silently, 'I know it's wrong for me to think about profiting from my brother's misdeed, but ain't I been better to the boy than my brother, Lord? I know it ain’t mine to judge, Lord, but I just know I have to love him more'n my brother, sir. I'd never do what he done to that beautiful boy. I'd never have to. He's a damn good kid.'

He took the photos to Dr. Dyer who developed them immediately, and Buck was with him in his basement darkroom when they came out. Doctor Dyer was clucking his tongue like he couldn't believe what Morgan did to the boy, but when the pictures of Waddie's face with Morgan's hand print became clearly visible, tears began to fall from his eyes. "Be kind to the man who was good and thoughtful enough to send us these photos, Sheriff. This is enough evidence for me to make a strong recommendation to have Judge Potter give us authorization to remove Waddie from the Lovejoy's home. I'll write up the recommendation tonight and have it on your desk first thing in the morning," Dr. Dyer said.

"Have you seen worse, Doc?" Buck asked with no emotion.

"No, Buck, I haven't. Now I know why Waddie wouldn't let me see his previous beatings. He knew I'd insist on removing him," Dr. Dyer replied.

"Why do you think he stayed this long, Doctor?" Buck asked.

"Love. He loves Morgan so much he kept hoping he'd see the light and come to love and trust him like he needed. Waddie has a community of folks who love him, but it's not the same as getting it from the one from whom you most need it. All the world could line up to tell the boy what a good, loving and trustworthy kid he is, but if he doesn't hear it from the one who means the most to him, it won't mean nothing to him. By the same token, to be told you're a liar, and a bad boy by the main person in your life can be devastating to a kid," the doctor said.

"Did you know he ain't Morgan or Judy's child?" Buck asked.

"Yes, Buck, I've known for sometime," Doctor Dyer replied.

"How did you know, Doc?" Buck asked.

"I'm Morgan's doctor, too. I did a sperm count on him several years ago, and he's incapable of having children. I never saw Judy pregnant after their wedding, and I'm the only doctor in town. Waddie's birth certificate had to be a fake."

"I wonder who his real parents are? Do you think we should try'n find out?" Buck asked.

"As much as that boy loves you, Dan, Gip, Oatie, and Clyde to say nothing of an entire community who worships him, do you think that would be wise? Beside, you should wait and ask Waddie that question. I don't know about you, but I'm not real sure I could give him up. I think that much of the boy," the doctor said.

"I see your point, Doc. 'Sides, I don't think I could give him up any more'n you can. I'm his Godfather, and I take my job seriously. We were told the Big Man wants him to live with Dan, Gip, and Jimmy Sue. That kinda hurt me a little," Buck said.

"Don't let it, Buck. I never was a believer until I met Waddie, Gip, and you. I've seen enough and witnessed enough I've come to believe strongly. I believe you have to wait and see what God has planned. Wasn't there something about a miracle that was suppose to happen?" Dr. Dyer asked.

"Yeah, Doc. I've heard it from several different sources, even Mr. Uriel, our angel told me, but I can't figure it out, neither can Linda Sue. Maybe that's the miracle part. By the way, I ain't gonna' tell anyone about Waddie being bought on the black market, not even my wife. I think that's something only a few people need to know right now. What do you think?" Buck asked.

"Absolutely. I couldn't agree more. The less said the better, and you know you can count on me not saying a word. Let's take this one step at a time, and make sure we don't make any mistakes for Waddie's sake. Right now, let's get the order from the judge so we can tell Waddie it's safe for him to come home when he’s ready. Other than missing a part of my life in that boy, I think this vacation away from us may be the best for all concerned. It will give tempers around here time to cool down and Waddie a chance to heal," Dr. Dyer said.

"I've been thinking the same thing, but his and Gip's eleventh birthdays are coming up in several weeks, and it would break my heart if he weren't here."

"You could always talk to his brother. I know Gip well enough, and I know how much he loves Waddie. He'd postpone his birthday in a minute, so he could celebrate his with his brother."

"That's a thought. It's just..." Buck couldn't complete his sentence.

Doc Dyer put his arms around his big friend, and hugged him as Buck lost it for a minute.

* * * * * * *
Morgan reached the bottom. He could barely pull himself out of bed in the mornings to go to work. Life didn't mean much to him anymore. For the first time in ten years he had to admit to himself he had strangers living in his house. He realized how little they cared to do what they did to him. He couldn't put all the blame on them. He could've tried to give his son the benefit of the doubt, or done something simple like alternating punishment like Waddie suggested. Morgan contracted with Dan and Gip to pay Gip two bucks a day to care for his stock while on his train runs. They agreed. He wouldn't speak to Judy or Dorothy which only added to his feelings of loneliness. Willie wasn't home. At least Morgan didn't have to kick his ass out. He was accepted as a rookie on a minor league baseball team. For all purposes, Willie left home. The only time he'd be around was when he came home to visit his mother.

Buck invited his buddy, Audie Murphy, to visit several times, and he finally did. By accident, Audie saw Dorothy in town one day and wanted to meet her. Buck wasn't one to talk bad about anyone, so he introduced them. They dated off and on for almost a year. To everyone's shock and surprise, he asked Dorothy to marry him. She turned him down. Unknown to everyone, she was seeing a roughneck oil field rigger from Lubbock and married him within six weeks of turning Murphy down. Thank God for unanswered prayers. God saved a good man the day she turned Murphy down. Folks said the old saying, 'water seeks it's own level' was true enough, especially where Dorothy and her new husband "oil field Mike" were concerned. He was Polish by decent and had a kilbasa between his legs Dorothy dearly loved to ride. His last name was Morta. Waddie managed to level Buck, Dan, and the entire family with laughter at dinner one evening by referring to him as “Rigger Morta,” and insisted he was dead from the neck up. He’d have to be to marry Dorothy.

He was a dumb, insensitive, opinionated, loud mouthed, crude son of a bitch. His picture was in the dictionary under the term "stupid red neck bastard." He was that and more. He met his match with Dorothy who was a seasoned pathological liar. Not being the sharpest knife in the drawer, oil field Mike discovered too late Dorothy's hidden charms. It took him two kids to do it, but what do you want? Between him and Dorothy they didn't have one complete brain. Both of them shipped out without a full seabag. By the time Dorothy popped out oil field Mike's second no-necked monster, he was so hooked on the sex and the love/hate relationship they developed he couldn't pull away if he wanted to. It was a symbiotic, pathological addiction of the first magnitude. They successfully created a living hell for each other. They dearly loved hating each other and hated themselves for loving each other. A marriage truly made in the shade of hades.

Waddie wished many times, 'Rigger Morta' was dead from the waste down as well. They had eight screaming little monsters, each one louder and more mean spirited than the next. They gave the term 'survival of the fittest' new dimensions, and 'devil's spawn' was not nearly descriptive enough. Anyone who was around them for any length of time were convinced at least six of them would end up dead, in prison, or on a mental ward. Oil field Mike made an effort to love his kids by carefully instructing them in all his narrow minded, bigoted, opinions, and prejudices. He didn't take them to church because he was sure Jesus was an effeminate cock-suck'n pansy who wore dresses, and there weren't no god he was afraid of. He didn't need a week-ass religion full of mumbo-jumbo and con-men to teach his kids hate and bigotry. He could take care of that himself.

He encouraged their meanness and physical acts of violence on each other as toughening them up for the hard world out there. Anything that wasn't the roughest, toughest, meanest, kick-ass sport or male image was 'queer' or 'fucking homo.' If one of the kids came to him because another one beat the crap out of him, oil field Mike would yell at the kid and call him a homo, a sissy, or worse. He would threaten the kid with his belt if he came crying to him again. Let the kid learn to take care of his own problems. He was forced to, and by-god he survived to become the paragon of masculinity he considered himself to be. The kids quickly learned they were on their own. The one who had the crap beat out of him would patiently wait, sneak up behind the bigger one with a two by four, and lay him out cold. Oil field Mike would laugh at the bigger one for crying. It was dog eat dog. Aside from all that oil field Mike was a lovely man.

Dorothy was virtually out of Morgan's world within months of losing Waddie. The only person left was Judy. Morgan slept in Waddie's room and used his bathroom. He opened Willie's room to air it out from the still lingering fragrance of Ms. Pearl's cologne. Hers was the gift that kept on giving. He removed the lock from the door, so Willie could never lock it again. Waddie had been gone about two weeks when Morgan finally sat down to dinner opposite Judy one night. "Well, Morgan, you ain't spoke more'n a couple of words in two weeks," Judy said, "What da’ ya’ want me to do? I don't have any excuses for what I done, but neither am I gonna' apologize or crawl on my belly to ask your forgiveness or promise to make it up to you. So make up your mind what you want me to do. You tell me what you want, and I'll do it. You want a divorce? You want me to leave? I can go live with my sister for a while, but you may as well know, I'm pregnant," she said. Morgan didn't react. At that point nothing Judy could tell him would surprise him. Morgan was numb. He couldn't feel more defeated. One more coal to Newcastle didn't make much difference. The announcement to him of her pregnancy was only one straw in a heavy bale.

"Whose child is it?" he asked with little emotion.

"I can't say for sure. I don't think it's Ed's, but I don't really know. It might be," she said and sighed deeply as she ran her hand over her belly.

Morgan just nodded.

"Ain't chu' angry with Ed?" Judy asked.

"Naw, disappointed, but I ain't angry. He's a man. You offered to sell, and he bought. I probably would've done the same thing. Hell, I did do the same thing, only instead of just paying for it, I married you. Biggest Goddamn mistake of my life. Why should I be angry with him, he done me a solid? Ed was the only one to get through to me. He told me the truth no matter what it might cost him. Whatever he paid you, he paid too much. I guess Waddie beat you after all. Ed loved Waddie a hell of a lot more'n anything he felt for you. If a man gets an offer for easy sex put in front of him, chances are better’n fifty-fifty he's gonna' take it. At least Ed had the balls to stand up to me, tell me the truth, when I wouldn't believe nobody else. Can't fault a man for that. He ain't been back to visit you since, but he's asked every day if there's been any word from Waddie," Morgan replied. Judy didn't ask how Morgan knew Ed hadn't been back. Morgan was gone, two, sometimes three, nights a week. She was there by herself, but she had a feeling she was being watched.

"We ain't living like husband and wife no more," Judy said.

"We never did. Why break with tradition at this point,” Morgan said and laughed at her, “You had your family and I had mine, but you couldn't be happy with that. You had to destroy mine. You and your two half-wit kids," Morgan said with disgust.

"They must've had some wits, they made a fool out of you," Judy spat out like a harpy.

Morgan didn't get mad, he just sat there feeling numb. Judy had no sense whatsoever about sparing another person’s feelings. He never realized until that moment what hard-core trash she really was. He began to see what Waddie must have gone through those first five years of being under her and her kid's domination. God forgive him he couldn't see what they, and in turn, he was doing to the boy.

"Your family? That kid called me a bitch, a slut, or a two-bit whore every time I tried to get him to do something. He'd refuse and tell me to get my 'dumb' son to do it. Said he was too damn busy. He'd laugh at me and tell me not to bother him by asking again. Said he had better things to do than play servant to a lying whore and her ignorant children. He called me a whore, Morgan," Judy yelled in anger.

"Well, I learned the hard way, the kid never lies. I told you when he came back you weren't to tell him to do nothing. You knew that. You didn’t listen to me, you kept trying to order him around. I agreed before he came back to live with me he didn't have to answer to you. Was that why you went along with Willie and lied to me about Waddie?" Judy didn’t answer. Morgan knew she wouldn’t. He didn’t care, he knew that was the reason. They sat there for some time not wanting to look at each other. Morgan was through with his supper, got up from the table with his plate, utensils, and glass to take them to the kitchen sink.

He turned to walk out of the room. "You didn't answer my question, Morgan. What do you want?" Judy asked like she was irritated with him.

"I don't know what I want. You've left me with nothing. Nothing from nothing leaves nothing. I don't plan to sleep with you no more. You disgust me. I don't know why I ever married you. You never were very pretty, and you come from the worst kind of white trash. But, you better listen to me this time. While you live under my roof and still have my name, you'll never get fucked by another man in my house again, or I'll kill you. Pure and simple. I'll take my double barrel shotgun and blow your Goddamn head off. I have nothing left to lose. After what you put me through and the people I know in this community, I'd get off on probation for manslaughter.

"My bonded brother's the sheriff, and the judge is my second cousin. You wanna' be a lying whore, a slut, do it own your own time. Divorce me, get out of my life, then you can have men line up to fuck you silly if you want. I don't give a good god-damn what chu' do after you leave here, but this is a small town, Judy, not Ft. Worth, Dallas, Austin, or Houston. Everybody knows who's sleeping around. I won't be made a fool of again by you or anybody. You only have to remember one thing while you're here, if you wanna' live, you'll never fuck another man again on my property. If I come home and find out you did, I won't bother to discuss it with you. I'll get my gun and unload both barrels in your face.

"I think the question is, what do you want, Judy? You have nothing left in this house. It ain't yours. You signed a prenuptial agreement. What was mine before marriage remains totally mine afterward. You leave with nothing. You won’t get a nickle alimony because of your infidelity. You even so much as hint the child you’re carrying is mine to anyone, and I'll drop kick your ass so hard you'll land on the interstate. Now you're pregnant with no place to go but your sister and her husband. Knowing how you get along with them, that won't last more'n a month. To bad you don't know who the father is, at least you could stick him for support.

"That's one of your fuck-ups you can't blame on me. Looks to me like you sort of painted yore' fat ass into a corner. You had things yore’ way with me up 'til now, but I don't plan to bail you out. I ain't making no suggestions. You think about what you wanna' do then let me know, and we'll talk about it. You never listened to anything I wanted no how. You treated my son like he was a piece of shit, and then, you moan because he called you a lying whore. I'd say the kid nailed you to the barn door. You are a lying whore, Judy, a foul-mouthed bitch, a fat-ass unattractive evil slut. You're the worst kind of white trash. You be the one to think about it. I don't wanna’ think about you more'n I have to," Morgan had the final say.

* * * * * * *
Bubba and Waddie rolled out of the truck stop headed for Austin. Waddie was in good spirits even though his ass was beginning to hurt from sitting through breakfast. Bouncing up and down every now and then in the truck was hurting him pretty bad, but he didn't want to complain to his buddy. Bubba could tell he was uncomfortable. "Get that big pillow in the sleeper there, Son, and lay down on your stomach next to me."

Waddie did as Bubba suggested. He needed to get off his ass. It was beginning to hurt worse than pretty bad. He stretched out on the seat next to Bubba with one arm thrown over Bubba's lap. Bubba reached down for a second and patted his little hand to let him know it was all right. Waddie tried his damnedest to be strong but his butt hurt him so bad he started weeping silently with his face shoved into the pillow so Bubba wouldn't hear him. Waddie felt a big hand gently on his head, lightly stroking and petting him. Bubba didn't say a word, he just wanted to touch Waddie to let him know he was there for him.

Bubba had been there and back. His old man would tie Bubba up and use a black snake bullwhip on him as a boy of seven to twelve until Bubba ran away from home. He never went back. He always wanted to. For all he suffered, he still loved his old man in his heart. He knew some of Waddie's pain was his disappointment in his dad's inability to love and trust him like he needed. Bubba was going to make damn sure he didn't let the Old Man and Uriel down. He was going to give this kid as much love as he could handle.

Finally, Waddie cried himself to sleep with the rocking motion of the big truck, the whine of the big engine, and Bubba softly humming 'Rock of Ages,' an old hymn Waddie knew from church. He wasn't loud but Bubba's humming was so soothing to Waddie's spirit and soul he forgot about his pain. It began to go away as he drifted off to sleep. He was warm, comfortable, loved, and safe in the protection of an angel and a huge bear of a man who would cause any demon with a lick of sense to drop his load and run the other way.

"Waddie knew it was all right to love Bubba. Mr. Uriel knew what he was doing. Waddie woke up and lay there for a while looking up at Bubba's strong face. He had the sweetest smile as he hummed his songs. He was a good man and a happy man. He was needed and doing something for someone special, someone he fell in love with, his little buddy. Waddie started to move over into Bubba's lap when he felt a big arm under his armpit helping him over. He lay there for a minute, but Bubba didn't say anything.

"I love you, Bubba," Waddie said to the big man in a quiet voice but loud enough for him to hear.

"You gotta' know I love you, Waddie. You're mighty special to me, cowboy. Old Uriel knew what he was doing when he got us together. We make a good team, you and me," Bubba allowed.

"I think we do, too, big man. We are a good team," Waddie agreed.

"Feeling a little better, cowboy?" Bubba asked gently.

"A lot better, Bubba. Just being here, ride'n in this big truck with you... can't think of a place in this world I'd rather be right now."

"Now, stop that, darlin.' Old Bubba's gotta' drive and get us there safe. He can't do it with tears in his eyes. You gettin' hungry again? I didn't stop for lunch, we had such a big breakfast. You ate everything on your plate, half of mine, and half of Red Dog's," Bubba said and laughed. He was glad to see Waddie eat. It would build up his strength. For a boy his size he was too damn skinny to Bubba's way of thinking.

"I could go for a while longer if you wanna' wait, Bubba. You're right, that was a lot of food. I guess I pigged out, but it was so damn good. Thanks, Bubba, I appreciate it."

"No problem, cowboy. We's buddies, ain't we?" Bubba asked with a grin.

"You know it, big man," Waddie agreed.

"I gotta' diesel-up and my favorite truck stop for fuel is coming up in about fifty miles. The food ain't too good, so we'll feed bubba-truck, stretch our legs, bleed our lizards, and..."

"Bleed our lizards, Bubba?" Waddie asked and laughed. He knew what Bubba meant, but he never heard the expression before and couldn't stop laughing.

He had Bubba laughing, too. "Y'ain't never heard that one, huh, buddy?" Bubba asked still laughing at Waddie.

"No. You're special, big man. So we stop, stretch our legs, and bleed our lizards," Waddie said and they laughed again. Bubba was thrilled to hear relaxed laughter coming from his little buddy. He knew he was gonna' make it.

"Yeah, young'un, we'll get us a snack and a soda to tide us over 'til dinner. I though we'd get another room tonight and clean you up again real good. You're getting better, I can see it in your pretty little smile. Then we'll roll into Austin 'bout noon tomorrow. I ain't gonna' push too hard. I's haul'n valuable cargo."

"You got something back there what's worth a lot?" Waddie asked.

"No, but I do up here, sittin' next to me," Bubba replied.

Waddie looked at Bubba and smiled. Waddie prayed to the Old Man he'd forgive him, but he just had an awful dirty thought that made his dick shoot down the leg of his levis. Bubba didn't miss a thing. He got a big smile on his face and Waddie watched as his big ol' wanger started snake'n down his trouser leg. They both looked down at their crotches then over to each other and started laughing again. "You sure you love me that much, big man?" Waddie asked with a grin.

"Hell, wait a minute, h’it ain't through grow'n, yet," Bubba declared and threw back his head in laughter. He broke Waddie up again. They laughed about their attraction for each other the next fifty miles and neither lost their erection. Bubba pulled into the truck stop and left his keys with a station attendant. He certainly didn't miss the bulge in the two men's Wranglers and smiled knowingly. That only added fuel to Waddie and Bubba's funny fire.

"That chore’ boy?" the big man asked.

"Naw, sir. He be my brother's boy, but he's my running buddy for this trip. He's good company," Bubba allowed.

"Somebody socked him pretty damn good," the man said slowly almost like he was wondering if Bubba hit Waddie.

"Yes, sir. I had me a disagreement with a bigger kid back home, and he stomped my butt," Waddie said coming to Bubba's aid. The big man accepted his answer and laughed. Waddie and Bubba walked away laughing.

"Saved my butt, sweet buckaroo. Didn't know what to tell him. I almost told him the truth, but you told him your truth. Your dad had to be acting like a big kid to hit you like that. So you didn't lie to him none," Bubba said. That only made them laugh more. They headed straight for the trucker's head to bleed their lizards. Waddie started giggling as he was pissing, and that started Bubba off again. It made them lose their erections. Bubba bought Waddie an RC cola and a big Moon Pie. He hadn't tried one since he was a kid and decided to get the same thing. They stood around waiting for Bubba's truck to be filled and walked back over. Bubba took a big metal bar and went around the truck hitting each one of the tires. He was satisfied and put the bar back. The guy finished and Bubba paid him. He pulled the big truck over to the side, told Waddie to get up in the sleeper, and take his clothes off.

"Gee, Bubba, ain't cha' even gonna' wait 'til we get a room?" Waddie laughed and that did it. Bubba couldn't stop laughing. He laughed and laughed.

"No, you little shit, I'm a' gonna' put more medicine on yore’ butt. I should shove the whole tube up your rear for that," Bubba said still laughing.

"You don't wanna' do that, Bubba," Waddie said with a grin shaking his head.

"Oh, God, I'm afraid to ask... all right, why?" he asked.

"You open that hole, the vacuum will suck that Masonic ring right off yore’ finger. You won’t never see it again," Waddie said and laughed.

Bubba had tears rolling down his face he was laughing so hard. "Serious time, cowboy. Lemme' put some more of this stuff on you." Bubba gently applied the ointment to Waddie's butt, back, shoulder, and face. Waddie was amazed it hardly hurt at all. The food, the nap in the truck, and the medicine were working.

"Feels better don't it, cowboy?" Bubba asked.

"A hell of a lot better, big man. I'm really surprised. Can I put my clothes on now?" Waddie asked.

"Naw, I want you to lay up there in the sleeper. You can put your little head up this way so's you can talk with me if'n ya'ont to, or you can take another nap if you like. I want to leave it uncovered to let the air get around it to heal it. If you get chilled, throw that blanket over you. You gonna' be all right up there?" Bubba asked over his shoulder.

"Damn straight, Bubba. It's comfortable up here, but laying on my stomach I can't play with myself," Waddie said joking with his big friend.

"That's the idea, buckwheat. You save that for old Bubba," Bubba said, reached up, and stole a kiss. Waddie stole one back. They were both back to laughing again. Bubba wanted to make another couple hundred miles before they stopped for the night. Bubba's favorite truck stop was about that distance and had a motel with special rates for truckers. Waddie wasn't sleepy and talked to Bubba most of the way. He found out a lot about the big man and Bubba asked Waddie questions about his life and brothers. He wanted to know all about how he got adopted. Why his real parents didn't know he was their son. Bubba was amazed by Waddie's story and was genuinely touched. Several times he got out his big red bandanna to wipe his eyes. He didn't realize this wasn't the first beating. There were many more before this one because of Willie, Dorothy, and Judy's treachery.

He told Bubba everything including the story of Willie's silent disease. Waddie thought the poor man was going to have stroke he laughed so hard, but it wasn't until he started telling Bubba the story about Ms. Pearl when Bubba had to pull off at a rest stop to get himself together. Waddie didn't even get to the good part. Bubba told Waddie not to tell him anymore of the story until supper. Bubba knew a waitress and a couple of fellow truckers who would be at the truck stop where they were stopping for the night. He wanted Waddie to tell them his stories. There's nothing a group of truckers love better than an outrageously funny, true story. Waddie heard Oatie tell his version of 'Ms. Pearl's Shoot Out at the Lovejoy Corral' so many times he memorized Oatie's words and delivery. He was good at it, too.

He also told Bubba about his B.J. coach. He kept telling Bubba how much he thought of Ed the plumber and all about how they were good buddies. He was careful not to say anything about what coach Ed and his relationship was, but he told Bubba enough to get the idea he thought the world of coach Ed. Bubba was taking it all in, but Waddie could see every time he called Ed Bloomquist his B.J. coach, Bubba was trying like crazy to figure out what B.J. meant. Waddie kept telling him coach Ed did this for him and coach Ed did that for him. He had poor Bubba stumped. It was so obvious what B.J. stood for but Bubba was trying to think of a sport that fit the letters for something more difficult. Waddie could see the gears turning in the big man's head but didn't give him a clue. He knew Bubba would cave at any minute.

"Okay. All right. Some’um tells me I'm gonna' regret this, but what the fuck's a B. J. coach?" Bubba asked disgustedly with a huge grin on his face.

"Blow job coach, Bubba," Waddie replied matter of factly to Bubba's explosion of laughter, "I begged coach Ed to teach me to give a man a good blow job 'cause I thought if I could get my dad to let me suck him off, he wouldn't have to beat my ass so hard to get his rocks. Coach Ed taught me real good how to give a man an indecent blow job. Say's I give 'em the bestest blow jobs he ever got." Waddie tossed off as an afterthought. He smiled to himself as he watched Bubba's snake crawl down his trouser leg again. "Now who's think'n them dirty thoughts, big man?" Waddie asked laughing. He started Bubba laughing again.

Bubba collected himself once more. "Okay, I understand, but what's an 'indecent' blow job?" he asked.

"Well, Bubba, if it's in tight enough and deep enough it's in-decent," Waddie replied and giggled like crazy. He set Bubba up and he bit.

Bubba told Waddie they weren't gonna' get to the damn truck stop if he didn't stop making him laugh so much. Still he was laughing and chuckling to himself. The two hundred miles flew by, and they were pulling in to the truck stop for the night. The sun was just setting in the West out over the vast expanse of the West Texas badlands. It was a beautiful sight. It was a magic time of evening, and the men felt it. It was almost like the Old Man was telling the new buddies their lives were richer for sharing a laugh and being with each other. You wouldn't have stopped to enjoy the painting I placed in the sky for you if your hearts weren't filled with love. Bubba gently picked Waddie up in his big arms, stole a kiss, and they stood for a good while, watching the colors change. Bubba thanked the Old Man for a beautiful day, a wonderful little running buddy, and a beautiful sunset. Waddie said 'amen' and stole another kiss from his big buddy.

End Of Chapter 12 ~ Cabbage Patch Cowboy
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