Eff Del

The Oak and The Ash

Book 4 of Young But Daily Growin'

Chapters 8-18

Chapter 8

The world is filled with so many reasons to be happy.
Never waste time feeling bad or regretting something that once made you smile.
The fact is it was once significant enough to have made you happy.
Every moment is precious and the ones that make you happy are jewels more precious than diamonds.

"That didn't hurt a bit," Sean said as he hopped off the table after Doctor Mohamed had inserted his GPS chip into his right thigh.

He pulled his pants up and Brian dropped his shorts and took his place upon the table and the doctor loaded his medical syringe with a second chip and injected it into the boy's hip.

"I hardly felt it!" Brian exclaimed and I suspected that it was an exclamation of surprise.

"You or me Jack?"

"Me I guess" he said with a wide grin as he dropped his shorts and lay down on the table and Doctor Mohamed quickly injected the tiny chip into his hip.

"Wow. I didn't feel a thing and to think that little chip could have saved me all those days when I was stranded on the ocean."

I dropped my pants and lay down on the table and frankly, it hurt more than I expected but it certainly wasn't what you would call painful… just unpleasant.

Richard smiled as he logged each chip into his spreadsheet. "Now there's no place in the world you can be that we can't find you. Of course, after yesterday, that applies to me as well."

"Isn't there some way these chips could be beneficial to our enemy's Richard?"

"No Eric, because their programing is changed on a momentary basis. Only our master computer keeps track of them and no one else would be able to keep up with the logarithm… not even Barry. The only consistent thing is their identity code and even that would be useless without their current program code which changes as often as most people blink and only we have access to that information."

"Trust me that it's perfectly safe… remember that I've got one stuck in my ass as well. I trust Barry's system, Eric, and so should you."

"Of course I trust this system, Richard. I'm only trying to be interactive… you know, asking intelligent sounding questions" I grinned and he smiled back.

"You know that you're probably the best boss in this entire world, don't you?"

"Well, I doubt that but I've certainly got the best employees in the world and that surely includes you, my friend. Walter knew how to pick people and when he picked you he was spot on."

I realized that I was beginning to cry and I grabbed a towel from the side cupboard. "Richard, I'm sorry but I still often cry when I think about Walter… he meant so much to me."

"Eric, I cry over him almost every day. He was like my father. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be in prison. I can't imagine what my life would have been without Walter. Thanks for letting me share some tears."

"Let's share a scotch and then get on with our day, yes?"

"Yes Boss."

We'd walked down to my study and I filled two tumblers with two ice cubes and then a generous pour of Glenn Fiddich.

We sat and then sipped.

"You and the boys, you know, you're something special. I've never seen so much love. It's really astonishing."

"I think we are something that was meant to be. I honestly don't think I had anything to do with it. The world works like that you know."

"However, it won't always be like this. The boys will grow. Hell, Jack is almost a man and Sean and Brian are right behind him. I suspect our love will continue but it will be different."

"Doc Swaim warned me about that way back when I considered adopting Sean. It was actually a tough part of the decision. When you have a sweet little boy, you want to keep him that way, but you can't Richard. You have to be willing to let him grow and that's what I'm trying to do with the three of them."

"Yeah Eric but they're not spoiled 'privileged' kids. They're regular fun, nice boys. I'd like them even if I didn't work here if that makes any sense."

"It does and I thank you for saying that. I want them to grow to be fine and responsible men. I want them to be positive influences upon the world and above all, I want them to do no harm only good. That's how I'm trying to raise them and that's how I'm hoping they'll grow."

"The money doesn't mean a thing to them… thanks to their upbringing they pretty much have no concept of money, they just love life."

"Loving life is certainly something that they do and it's contagious. You can't be around any of them without being happy and optimistic. Even after all of the recent trouble, they kept their eyes on the bright side and, therefore, anyone around them had to do the same thing."

"Brian is new to the mix, but he's a perfect fit. They'll be a cohesive team and loving brothers for the rest of their lives. I'm envious of them."

I sipped my scotch and blinked back a tear. "I am too, Richard."

He smiled gently, drained his glass and stood up. "See you later this afternoon Boss."

He walked out of the room quickly enough so that he didn't see or hear my weeping. I suspect that he sensed it coming and didn't want to embarrass me.

Despite everything, I wasn't over the loss of my parents nor the loss of Walter and most certainly the death of my beloved Kyle. I was beginning to understand that in one way or another, I'd never recover from that grief. For better or for worse, it was a permanent part of my life that I just needed to learn to cope with.

I wiped my eyes and decided that this was a 'two drink morning' after all and so, I dropped two ice cubes into my tumbler and made a healthy pour.

Just as I was finishing my drink, Daniel stood at the door.

I smiled because. after all this time, Daniel refused to enter the room without my permission. He was so formal in his protocol that he made Walter seem trite and when Walter was playing 'butler', you could have cast him in a movie.

"Yes Daniel?"

"Eric, there's a gentleman in the parlor who claims that he's been trying to get hold of you without success and that he has matters to discuss with you of great importance."

"OK Daniel, I've got some time right now. Bring him here."

A few minutes later, Daniel returned and formally said, "Mr. Tucker, this is Mr. Charles Chang."

I almost spit out my mouthful of scotch.

"You are not the only man in the world with resources Mr. Tucker and please tell me that you truly didn't think I'd signed over all of my wealth to you. The fact is, you only got a small portion… the portion in my American holding company and I still have the rest."

"May I sit down and would you be gracious enough to offer me a whiskey?"

"Please sit Mr. Chang. Would single malt scotch be satisfactory?"

"That would be excellent Mr. Tucker."

As I poured his drink, I turned to him. "If you don't mind my asking Mr. Chang, how were you able to get off that island?"

He accepted his tumbler and smiled. "As I said Mr. Tucker, you are not the only man in the world with resources."

"So how may I help you Mr. Chang since it seems I can't keep you on a South Pacific Island?"

He smiled and took a sip of his scotch. "A truce Mr. Tucker. I simply want a truce. I know that you enjoy boys and you know that I enjoy boys. It's a very specific appetite that we share though you don't share the taste for variety, diversity and constancy that I am apparently cursed with."

"I'm willing to give up my attempt to recreate or reclaim the NEST since (for whatever horrible reason) you've destroyed that beloved and wonderful establishment."

"I'm going down to Brazil and I'm going to finance a new NEST down there. The streets are full of young boys selling their little asses just for enough to eat. I propose to set up a school very much like the old NEST… teach them, train them and make them responsible important young men but in the meantime… yes fuck them and love them. Fuckable little boys are easy to find all over the world. They're a fact of life… but intelligent, talented versatile boys are not so common."

"That's what you've destroyed Mr. Tucker but I'm going to rebuild that resource in Brazil. I just don't want any trouble from you. I want you to leave me alone."

I took a long pull from my drink as I thought about what he'd said.

"So you'd pick up little boys from the street?"

"At first yes, but we'd keep them safe, warm and well fed. Soon, just like the old NEST, we'd adopt little kids and bring them up under the original system. They'd be educated and trained and after three years of 'service', they'd be sent to University. I'm not a monster Mr. Tucker… I'm just a boy lover."

"I don't want to be your enemy; the fact is that we don't need to have a relationship at all. I'll be in a different country and it won't really be any of your business will it?"

"Not for now Mr. Chang. By the way, how is your partner the Proctor I sent you down there with?"

He smiled. "A razor opened up his throat the second week we were there. It turns out that he was a shitty Gardner."

I grimaced and stood up.

"Well, be very careful of our next encounter Mr. Chang. Enjoy your little Brazilian boys and stay the hell away from American children because I'll hunt you down and there will be no South Pacific Island for you next time and remember… you may have resources but I've got far more."

He nodded his head solemnly and left.

This was not the way that I'd expected my day to begin.

***

I walked up to the command center and filled Richard and Barry in on what had just happened.

They were both quite concerned.

"Security on the island isn't Skuggor controlled Eric but none-the-less I wouldn't have suspected a man in Chang's position could have escaped. The guy obviously has connections and colleagues we had no idea about. What do you want to do about him?"

"I think for now, we'll just keep an eye on him. If he told me the truth, he'll be Brazil's problem shortly. We can't police the whole world and we can't save everyone… besides, there were a lot worse things than growing up to be a NEST boy back then. I just don't want for Chang to drop off our radar guys."

"Got it Eric." Barry replied.

***

We were all in the jet flying back from the Capital after a third spectacular state swim championship.

The apple of my eye was bringing back his third consecutive 'Best overall' trophy but each of the boys including Brian had garnered at least one hunk of sparkly metal.

I smiled to myself as I recalled my thought from weeks ago; 'Brian and the Seven Samurai'… what a name for a rock group. Too bad only Sean and Ricco were musical.

As we landed and everyone got off, Coach Riorden pulled me into a hug. "You know Eric, we can only do this four more years and then half of them will age out."

I smiled. "It would be great if it could go on that long Clay but we both know that boys change their interests and I suspect that the 'Seven Samurai' may have swum for the last time although I hope I'm wrong. Except for what happened that first year, it certainly has been fun. It's reminded me of another little boy that…"

I couldn't go on and I realized that I was going to cry. Would I ever get over my grief over Kyle? Probably not I suddenly realized.

Clay took me into his arms and pulled me tight. "You know Eric, that terrible day, my sister had flown out from Cleveland. She was on a business trip and we made plans for her to watch the swim meet and then we had dinner together."

"If she hadn't flown in, I was scheduled to drive back with your family. Your Dad always made certain that I drove with them… he was like that you know? I'd have been the fourth body in that car and I swear to God that I think about it all of the time."

"W-well, thank goodness you weren't, Clay or else, who would have coached Sean, Brian and the other six 'Samurai'?"

Tears were pouring from my eyes so I just patted his shoulder and walked away.

All of the bags were unloaded and I caught up with Sean and Brian.

"I got your bag too Dad," Sean smiled.

"Let me carry that son, you've got to hang onto your bag and your trophies."

"Kay, everything is kina heavy."

I grinned at him and took my overnight bag from his shoulder. "Maybe a certain young man shouldn't go around wining so many trophies eh?"

He grinned back but to his credit, he didn't make a typical wise-assed comment.

"And what about you young Spider? From a kid who barely knew how to swim to the state champion in the 50 meter free-style… that's something to certainly be proud of. I think instead of young men, I've adopted three fish."

They giggled and both drew close to me just seeking body contact. I appreciated it as much as they did.

"Dad, are you taking the guys up to the lake again this year?"

"Absolutely Sean. You and Brian get to make the invitations and I'm thinking we should shoot for two weeks."

"Yes!" Brian was pumping his arms up in the air.

"Dad, is Jack gonna come with us?"

"Most certainly Sean. I can't believe he hasn't been to the cabin yet, but of course, he's had an "interesting life" recently hasn't he?"

The offer of two weeks at the lake for the 'Samurai' was accepted by all of the parents and therefore, the entire six little men were camped out in the solarium after a wonderful fried pork chop dinner.

"How about a story from Professor Swaim?" Ricco called out from his sleeping bag.

"Sorry boys, there will be plenty of those up at the cabin but we're leaving very early in the morning so you need to get to sleep."

One of the boys… and I suspect it was Charlie… muttered, "Bummer Mr. T."

I didn't react. I also didn't snoop on the activities going on in the solarium that evening. They were getting older and they all certainly deserved their privacy.

***

As always, Doc Swaim sat in the back with the boys and somehow managed to keep them captivated throughout the entire trip.

Youthful arms and legs flying, the boys all piled out of the motor home.

Windy and LC were waiting with cold drinks and nachos and little meatballs bobbing around in a cheesy sauce that were absolutely delicious.

Jack stood by the door of the motor home and just looked around. "How the hell can something this beautiful exist?"

"Well, obviously it can, Son."

He hugged me and after a few moments he whispered, "You're like some kind of miracle, you know that don't you?"

I just hugged him back. "Let Sean and Brian show you around the place and then pick out your room. You'll spend several nights in my room I suspect but we can work that out. I'll meet you for a beer on the balcony in about an hour."

"You bet Dad! I'll see you a little later." He stopped in mid-step and turned around and kissed me. He smiled and was quickly off in pursuit of the two younger boys.

John had witnessed the little interaction and his face was lit with a smile. "Man, I sure hope that I've got a relationship like that with Little Walt as he grows up Eric."

"Of course you will John. The boy is going to grow up at Joyous Gaurde with you and Jenny as his parents. How could his life not be loving and perfect?"

My big friend grinned and nodded his head. "And on top of that, he'll have you for his Godfather and three perfect 'Uncles'

Not too much later the telephone rang and the Commodore issued his typical invitation for us all to spend the night at Camp West Wind. He was disappointed to learn that Will Fletcher wasn't with us but he understood. "Next year we'll break him in," he'd laughed into the telephone.

"Yes Sir, I suspect we truly will."

***

It wasn't a campfire but it was a close gathering in the mess hall of the camp and after a short but stirring little talk by the Commodore, he introduced Doc Swaim who soon gathered all of the boys into his magic.

This was a story that I'd never heard before and so, I was as captivated as the rest of them. Sean was sitting between my legs and Brian and Jack were on either side of me. We were cuddled as close as could be and all of us were mesmerized by that great storyteller as he wrapped us all into the tale that he was telling and kept us hung upon the adventure.

I have no idea how he does it. It's just extraordinary. I think Doc is a treasure. There will probably never be another like him.

***

The other boys were out on the lake with John and Doc.

"We gotta take you to the grotto, Jack," Sean smiled.

"OK Sean, then let's go."

The four of us were soon walking down the trail and it didn't take long before the sound of the waterfall was predominant.

"Wow!" was all that came out of Jack's mouth as he saw the pool and the falls.

"It's cold Jack but it's wonderful," Brian said as he began disrobing. I'm not certain if it was Brian or Sean who was naked first but they were both soon in the pond squealing with shock and glee.

"Come on Dad… come on Jack what are you waitin' for?"

Jack beat me. He peeled off his clothes and was soon with his brothers splashing in the cold water. I wasn't very far behind and I soon joined the trio in the decidedly frigid little pond.

Action makes things warmer and so I urged the boys through the apron of falling water. Come on guys… through the curtain and into the other side."

Jack had no idea what I was talking about though Sean and Brian did so they just grasped his hands and pulled him under the falls. I came through just in time to hear Jack mutter, "Holy shit!"

"Special huh?"

"Very special, Dad."

"Well, it's even more special than you think because that slab back there is the 'blowjob' bench and I suspect you know what that means."

I motioned to them to sit on the rock slab. "Brian is the youngest so he goes first."

I knelt between his long strong legs and took his cock into my mouth. Though not as skillful as Jack, I am a rather gifted cocksucker. Brian was a thirteen year old boy and he didn't stand a chance. He blew his load in minutes.

Sean was next and he never tried to prolong his pleasure. He came quickly and gratefully.

"Ready Jack?"

"Yes Dad. I'm always ready." His devilish grin flashed.

I knelt down and took his 'big boy' cock into my mouth and began my game. He came really quickly and after that, we all four plunged through the waterfall and into the cold little pond.

***

"John, are you going to teach me to drive this thing?" Jack asked as he motioned around the motorhome.

"Well sure Jack. We could start that right now. Only your father has to get out of his seat and plop his ass back there."

Jack gave me 'the look' and I got up and moved to the back. John moved over to my former seat and Jack took over the driver's seat.

"So Jack, not much about driving this is different from Bony Blue except for the size and the weight. You've got to plan your stops… frankly Jack, you've got to plan for your accidents."

"Keep your speed moderate, keep alert and don't get distracted. This is a substantial vehicle that requires an alert driver. If you're ready young man, take us out onto the road."

The smile on Jack's face was enough to make my heart throb. My little boy was so proud that I couldn't believe his smile actually fit his face.

***

After dropping off all of the 'Samurai', we pulled into Joyous Gaurde rather late.

Sean and Jack were awake but Brian was out like a light so I threw him over my shoulder and, after saying goodnight to Doc and John, we made our way into the house and down to the elevator.

I just dropped Brian into his bed after removing his shoes and socks. I pulled the comforter over him, kissed him and closed his door.

Jack was already naked and beginning to climb into bed.

He grinned at me. "Pretty good trip wasn't it?"

"Yep, those brothers of yours certainly did a job at the swim meet a couple of weeks ago as well eh?"

"Well Tadpole kinda owns the pool but Brian sure has learned to swim hasn't he? I'm proud of him and Dad, I'm so happy that he earned a trophy."

"Me too Jack. He's certainly quite a little athlete. He could have been a NEST kid Jack. Between all of you, the trophy area just may have to expand."

"Do you want to come into my bed tonight Jack?"

"I'd love to Dad but Tadpole is planning on doing that."

I smiled because the apple of my eye was crawling under the covers with me tonight.

He was pulling off his clothes as he giggled and wiggled in the dim light of the room. Finally naked, he spread his arms and said, "You do realize that you're finally going to share a bed with the three-time overall state championship swimmer right?"

"No, but I DO realize that I'm going to share a bed with one of the sexiest and cutest young men I've ever seen in my life. Isn't that better?"

"Yes, that's way better. Anybody can swim."

I took him into my arms and we folded against each other. Eventually, he raised his little legs up over my shoulders and I entered him slowly and gently.

Our coupling lasted at least an hour as we cooed and whispered to each other and moved slowly and passionately.

Finally I came and collapsed onto his little body. I pulled him against me and we fell asleep almost at once.

Just before sleep took me, I had the thought that I'd never loved anything more than I loved my little Sean except for my long lost Kyle. I adored Jack and Brian but my heart and soul belonged to Sean.

For those of you who have been so kind as to write me with feedback for several chapters back and have not received a response from me, please accept my apology.
I suffered a very tragic death in my life unexpectedly and of a much beloved person and frankly haven't recovered from it yet.
Foolish as it may sound, taking some time to write my silly little 'Joyous Gaurde' chapters is one of the ways I've found some comfort but I haven't had the strength or the will to respond to email.
I'm not going to attempt to go back and respond to your kind past posts. Please know that I've read them all and hope to be far more diligent in replying from now on.
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Chapter 9

There's just a basic truth about anxiety.
Anxiety is just practicing for failure before it even happens.
We mostly experience anxiety not because we fear the future but because we fear that we can't control it.

Arlen was out on the big lawn playing fungo with the two younger boys. He popped the ball high and out and the two of them howled in laughter as they chased it down and tossed it back to him.

These two thirteen year-old boys were like swift little deer and they ran through the world with grace and joy and I just couldn't keep my eyes off them. Their pleasure from every moment was just extraordinary. I often wished that every child on earth could be that happy but finally realized that you save who you can.

I walked down the lawn and told them that I needed them up in the library. "I'll join you just as soon as I retrieve Robin Hood." That of course meant that Jack was down at the archery range.

The boys grinned and almost at once exclaimed, "Thanks Arlen! That was fun."

"It was fun for me, boys, as well. Perhaps more than for you."

It was Brian and not Sean who approached the man and pulled him into a hug. He stood there almost bewildered but he held the young boy tightly. Finally they released their contact but Arlen whispered to my boy, "I love you Brian and I always will. You're like the son that I never had."

The two of them collapsed into each other and tears streamed down their eyes. I allowed that to go on for a few minutes before announcing that I need them up in the library right now.

I then jumped onto a golf cart and headed to the new archery range. He'd just released an arrow as I pulled up.

"OK Robin Hood, I need you back at the house right now."

He turned and grinned. "Did you at least see that last shot Dad?"

I looked at the target and saw the arrow was in the actual dead center of the bull's eye.

"OK William Tell, climb on board. The guys will take care of your bow and arrows."

He was smiling as he jumped onto the cart.

***

"So now boys, we enter the game of paintball seriously and not like amateurs. These are state of the art paintball taggers. Each of these are your own and therefore, they are your own to clean and protect. If we're going to play this game, we're going to play it well armed."

Richard had made certain that these taggers were created in a very light and dull green color not 'Skuggor grey' but still very sinister looking

"Sean, this is yours and please notice that it's engraved 'Tadpole'." He grinned and pulled it against himself.

"Jack, this is yours and of course it is engraved 'Rufus'" He was almost in tears as he accepted his tagger and looked at it.

"Brian, what else could yours be but engraved with 'Spider'eh?" The boy couldn't hold it in and as he accepted the tagger he broke out in tears.

"H-how am I so lucky to be part of this? How can all of this be my life… how can all of you be my family… how is it possible that everything can be so wonderful?"

The young boy was sobbing uncontrollably. He collapsed into a weeping heap and we all gathered him up and drew him into a large loving communal hug.

Eventually, I carried him up to bed though he was still sobbing. I gently removed his clothes and placed the comforter over him. Tomorrow would be another day for us all and especially for Brian. Smiles had to replace tears, but for now, one young man needed a nap and he was going to get it.

Perhaps he'd awake and calm down in time for supper but if not, he'd certainly have a substantial breakfast in the morning.

I'd considered placing him under the covers on my bed but I chose to let him sleep in his own room. After I'd pulled the heavy quilt over his trembling little shoulders, he'd fallen to sleep almost at once. I'd turned his room light down to almost dark, kissed his little forehead and left him alone.

Brian's emotions were still very fragile. Beside everything that had happened to him recently, the idea that his mother had walked out of his life to become a nun rather than a mother was still very new and certainly had a very important impact upon him emotionally.

I met the other two boys down in the library and we were soon joined by Doc Swaim, Gary and Bobby as well as Richard, John and his Dad; Tim.

"Well then since I'm a professional barkeeper, I'll do the honors men, just let me know what your pleasure is eh?"

Tim had risen to his feet and as his fine son, climbed up along side him. "Dad, I suspect that I can help you out here." John smiled and hugged his father by the neck and walked with him to the bar.

It only took a few moments before everyone, even the two boys were served. The truth of course was that most of our tastes were for simple drinks that required no complicated mixologist skills.

"Next week, we open the bottles of our second batch of ale. If it turns out as well as our first batch, we'll move on to something different like an IPA or a brown ale." Jack grinned as he raised his own glass of Tucker home brew.

"As we go on Dad, we might need a couple of more carboys to handle the increased brewing."

I smiled warmly at my red haired wonder. "Jack, if you boys continue with the skill and precision you've demonstrated this far, I'll expand the cellar for you… hell, I'll even construct a building for you but for now, son, don't grasp further than you can reach. Let's see how your second batch of pale ale turns out."

His wonderful countenance was glowing. "It'll be better than last time Dad."

"I'll hold you to that Jack."

As we were all walking down the hall to the dining room, a rather bleary-eyed Brian greeted us wearing just underpants and rubbing his eye sockets. "D-dad I just…"

I scooped him up and hugged him.

"Brian, you don't need to explain anything; however, if you're planning on having dinner with us, well… you need to be wearing a few more clothes. Guys, please excuse us and we'll be back down in a few minutes."

I held Brian closely against my chest with his head over my shoulder and we quickly reached the elevator and headed to his bedroom. "You go wash your face Bri and I'll lay out clothes for you.

"K-kay Dad." He almost whimpered as I guided him down the hall into his bathroom.

"The only thing that you've done Bri is to be sad and happy at the same time… there's no shame in either my son.. Trust me about that."

"T-thanks Dad. I just hope I haven't embarrassed you or my brothers."

"Well of course you haven't Brian. You've only shown that you care about things very deeply and that you're glad for your new life. It's ok to cry about that little boy but tonight, let's just be happy and get you dressed and run down for supper."

I dried his very wet little face and he quickly pulled on the shirt and shorts I'd grabbed from his big dresser. He was lacing up his sneakers while I stood behind him and softly ran a brush through his tender brown hair.

"You and I had to work very hard to become father and son, Brian. Don't be sad or guilty about our family happiness. Just be happy about us… about you, me, and your two brothers. You are one of the family and therefore, everything you receive is something you deserve."

"Don't cry over happiness Bri… laugh when you're happy little boy. Laugh so that the whole world knows that you're happy."

"Too many people don't even understand happiness Brian but I must tell you that if you learn nothing else about happiness, it shouldn't make you cry son. It never should make you cry."

"B-but you're my Dad now and I've got two great brothers and I never did anything to deserve this."

"Brian, you've got everything that we all agreed you needed. You've got a family and quite a bit of love besides." He hugged me and I hugged him back and then, finally urged him to come downstairs with me.

"Sorry that we're so late guys, it turns out that Brian didn't like the first shirt I picked out for him." Brian turned to me with a smile and a loving glow on his face. It was obvious that he quickly understood that I'd just tried to prevent any more embarrassment for him.

"Come on Brian, Sean and me saved a place between us." Jack waved from across the table.

Brian looked at me and I nodded. He was soon seated between his two brothers and smiling.

Mrs. Edwards moved in quickly and supervised the serving of the meal. After a wonderful soup of cheese and tomatoes, we were served broiled chicken with roasted small potatoes and grilled tomatoes as well as country green beans. These were followed by a crisp greens salad soaked in olive oil and vinegar.

Martha herself walked towards the kitchen with a twinkle in her eye. She turned at the door with a large smile. "This desert is for Sean who it seems doubted it was something I could do."

"No Mrs. Edwards… NO! I think you could cook anything. Please don't be mad at me!"

She smiled from the kitchen door. "My sweet Sean, I can't imagine anything you could do that would make me mad at you. It's just that you asked me if I could cook it and therefore I have… just for you."

She walked into the kitchen and returned bearing a large pan which she placed in front of my boy. "Tarte tatin, as per your request Sean and the first slice is yours."

The boy looked up at Martha and his eyes were almost overflowing with tears. "You remember everything Mrs. Edwards and you take care of everything an you just do it quietly with no big fuss. I love you so much. If I could remember my grandma, I hope that she would be just like you."

The young man was suddenly crying and Martha moved in and wrapped him in her arms hugging him tightly. "The tarte is for you and your guests Sean, let's cut it and share it yes?"

"Y-yes Mrs. Edwards but remember that the first slice is mine."

His smile was teary but they were in fact happy tears. Martha knew that. She sliced the large tarte onto many dishes and upon request, placed a large dollop of whipped cream upon individual servings. The combination of the caramelized apples and the fresh cream as well as the puff patisserie and other things (not excluding a bit of brandy), made every mouthful extravagantly decadent.

When they'd all finished, the three boys crowded around Martha and, with bright smiles, hugged her.

"You know how much we love you Mrs. Edwards right?" Jack asked as he pulled her close.

"Mrs. Edwards, you ARE love as far as I'm concerned." Brian joined into the hug with Jack.

After that broke up, Sean walked up to Martha and quietly said, "You know Mrs. Edwards that you are the closest thing that I've got to a grandma and that I love you like that don't you? I love you so much and I wish that you could love me that same way. It would be really nice."

She was on the verge of crying as she pulled him into her embrace. "Sean, I've loved you since I first set eyes upon you. I love you and now, both of your brothers as well. I could never love anyone as much as I love you."

"I can never be your grandmother child because that's purely biological, but I feel as though you belong to me and I hold the three of you in my heart. You've brought life back to this big old house. You've certainly done that"

***

We were settled down in the library having some final drinks and talking about politics. Although that didn't particularly interest me, I did understand the need for my participation.

"I truly think that we need to finance the candidacy of young senator Preston Boyd. He's a clear-eyed young liberal right now but if we can move him up in the senate, in a couple of years we could easily move him to the White House."

"Although we're actually more powerful than this, it's important to be in control of the official shit. I recommend that we advance the career of Mister Boyd."

"Of course we'd own him Phil?"

"Certainly can't promise you that Eric. He's extraordinarily intelligent; he keeps up to date with all of the important issues… goes WAY beyond just reading magazine articles and daily summaries if you get my drift."

"He's a passionate American with strong liberal tendencies but he's anti-socialism and he's a strong defender of the Constitution. The fact is, he's a perfect American politician. If we supported him, he'd be grateful but I couldn't say that we'd 'own him' Eric. He's not like most of those political whores out there that sell their votes and 'influence' to the highest bidder regardless of what they know to be right or wrong"

"Although he's a politician he isn't that kind of man and, at least to this point, he always works with his personal moral compass as his guide."

"Good Phil, if I can't own him then nobody can. That's something this country has needed probably since Harry Truman."

"The problem with this young man as a candidate is that he's so studious and so involved in actually doing his job, most people have never heard of him and those that have, find him boring."

"He got elected to his first term kind of on a fluke. We'll have to work to change his public image into something much more exciting and dynamic up to and including secret acting lessons."

"We'll have to destroy some of his purity in order to move him into the national position that he needs to occupy. Otherwise, he might as well not run for re-election and spend the rest of his life teaching history at some University. We'll need to quickly turn him into and exciting political hero… a major super-star if we want to get him on the fast-track."

"OK then let's do it… let's create a new American hero. What a crock of shit is that?"

"One that's been going on for over two hundred years Eric. It's how the country runs and your family has been a major player for many years in this game."

"OK then I trust you Uncle Phil, let's put our power behind the right candidate… the one we can't own and control."

Just like that, Preston Boyd's journey to the White House had begun, and Preston Boyd didn't even know it yet. Great men don't often seek or assume the veil of greatness upon themselves, It is more often than not draped upon them quietly and usually clandestinely. I think you should avoid people who actively grab for or seek the mantel of greatness like the plague because there is no greatness in them… only greed.

***

I can't say that I was very surprised to find Brian naked and asleep in my bed. He'd had a very emotional day and I suspected he would have many more for a while. I undressed and turned the room lights off and walked over to the bed and stubbed my toe on a small stool that had been left out of place.

I silently screamed, "Fuck!" as I hopped to the bed… 'so much for a graceful silent entrance' I thought. I sort of hip-rolled onto the bed and worked my way under the covers.

The little boy never moved until I'd snuggled into the warmth of the bed and then his sleeping body instinctively rolled into mine pressing against me tightly. It was a good way to go to sleep.

***

"We're slaughtern' them!" Sean called out as he raced down the hill and sped to his left.

The Skuggor designed paintball guns (taggers) had instantly proved their superiority and we all quickly wiped out the red team without any of our fellow blue team members hitting an opponent.

As we were eating lunch, it was suggested (probably in jest) that everyone else take on the seven of us.

Richard and Jack put their heads together and talked about it and then, with a giggle, Jack said, "You're on. It's our seven against you but we're playing 'Last Man Standing' the team that gets wiped out first loses no steal the flag stuff OK?"

The group of other players agreed obviously thinking that because they out-numbered us a bit more than two to one, they'd do all right.

We'd been given fifteen minutes to walk to the north end of the field. Richard gathered us together.

"They've given us the height as well as the back of the territory. With our taggers we have the range and the accuracy also, if you get close, remember your four shot advantage and switch your trigger to it."

"Sean, you and Brian are at the top of that hill. Eric and Chris, you are at either side down here and Jack and I are going to be the 'Lone Rangers' and we'll clobber them. These guys have minimal skills and we'll be ready for all of them. TEAM TUCKER yes?"

We raised our taggers into a bunch and declared, "Team Tucker!"

The other team had a plan and it wasn't a bad plan but because the net fence at the very back of our hill marked the end of the park's property, we were completely safe from behind so they couldn't actually surround us.

Realizing this, several of them charged into the grove below the hill and the young boys stationed there tagged five players. You could hear them howling with laughter, they were having so much fun.

Just about that time, I detected movement to my right. I watched him move out of the trees and painted him in one straight shot.

"Shit!" was all he said before he raised his arm and left the field.

Sean was tearing down the hill followed closely by Brian.

Richard drew us closely together. "There are only four of them left, guys. We'll move out in a circle but we'll keep the base of our circle right here so Jack, you will be the base of our circle, the two little boys will move up next and then you Eric on this side and Chris on the other and I'll take the top of the circle. We'll move way out and then, we'll move slowly in and trap them in our circle. Be alert because most of them will be hiding in the trees so right now spread out to the borders of the field and then begin moving in. These taggers are so good that you should shoot at anything."

About an hour later we were all at Deegan's devouring burgers and fries as well as onion rings and jalapeno poppers.

Jack and Richard had tagged two of the remaining "Red" team. Sean had tagged another and Chris had gotten the fourth. Brian and I had certainly not been scoreless in this game. Brian had tagged three and I'd gotten four. We were all very satisfied and very happy. We'd had a great time.

***

"So Dad," Sean asked over the table. "Will says that Commodore Tipton would like for him to be up at Camp West Wind for the closing of the season. I was thinking that this time you might stay home and my brothers and Will might fly up there and spend the week-end. It would be like a 'brother's weekend'. We've never done that before."

I smiled as I realized that they were growing up on me and were ready for their own lives.

"I've got no problem with that Sean just so long as you find your way back before soccer practice next week."

"So, you'll tell Windy and LC to expect us then?"

"Consider it done my man."

"Thanks Dad."

***

For our part of the country, it was a rather chilly morning and we all wore jackets.

"If it's this cold down here, it might be very cold up there, so I hope you've all packed warm."

"I think we've got it covered Dad."

I smiled as they all boarded the airplane. "Have fun boys."

"Course we will Dad." Sean smiled as he climbed the little ladder into the pontoon boat and assumed the pilot's seat and Will moved into the seat beside him.

Within minutes the boy had the propeller turning and shortly, after that, the little craft was airborne and sailing above the green hills.

That was the last time I ever saw 'Duck' in flight.

Chapter 10

We all go through pain, anxiety and pressure and when we overcome these stressful events, we feel relief.
Relief is a great feeling. We give an emotional and physical reward to ourselves for enduring the stress. It is a time to relax and enjoy the end of the negative experience that we have endured. It is a gentle and kind way to return to normalcy.
If you use your moments of relief well, they can be important points in your life. At the very least, they are an opportunity to sigh and then re-group. Life goes on but life is better lived in the peace provided by relief rather than under stress.

I was driving back to Joyous Gaurde thinking to myself that I was going to spend an entire weekend without at least one boy to play with. How wonderfully strange my life had become.

I also had fun imagining what a wild time the three of them were going to have up at the cabin totally on their own although I knew that LC and Windy would keep a tight rein on them.

I loved those three boys with all my heart. I could never deny that my love for Sean was foremost in my emotions but that certainly didn't diminish my feelings for Jack and Brian. The three of them had changed my life forever.

I'd never imagined that I would have children. It was the furthest thing from my mind and now suddenly, I had three teen-aged sons and I couldn't get over the joy of it.

I decided to stop at Deegan's for a burger and a beer while I thought about what I was going to do with myself this lonely weekend.

I was picking on the last of my fries and perusing the little local newspaper trying to see if anything interesting was going on when my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw that it was Richard. Of course, I answered it at once.

"Eric, I see that you are at Deegan's. I want you to stay there. Arlen and John are on their way to pick you up. I don't want you to be driving so I've remotely disabled your car."

"Richard! What the hell is going on? What do you mean that you've disabled my car?"

"Remember when I told you that I was going to make some Skuggor modifications to your cars? Well this is one of them. Now Eric, have another beer while the guys get to you."

"Listen Eric. the seaplane… 'Duck'… has gone down. Just let the guys bring you home and we'll meet in your study. We're on top of this Eric so we'll have all the information for you by the time you get home. Really, have another beer."

I closed the connection and like a robot, I ordered another mug of beer and I sank back into my chair and foolishly began to peruse the newspaper again.

I noted that this weekend was a crafts' fair downtown in the park and I thought to myself that might be an interesting thing to do and then it actually hit me. I was about to burst into uncontrollable tears when John came into the room and gently but firmly brought me to my feet.

He didn't say a word as he guided me to my car.

"Richard's disabled it John"

I wasn't thinking very clearly.

He smiled kindly and said, "It's OK. It's enabled now. Let's get you home."

***

I was sitting in my study with Richard and we were both sipping from Irish crystal tumblers filled with Glen Fiddich as he explained to me what was going on.

"What we know right now is that they'd just reached cruising speed and altitude when there was a fatal engine failure and the plane glided onto a pond and just dived nose first into the muddy water. Why it stopped so suddenly and who survived beyond Jack we don't know yet."

"We only know that Jack survived because he phoned in the distress call. Those GPS chip implants that you were so dubious about, have allowed us to locate them at once and I have two choppers on the way right now. One of them is carrying Doctor Mohamed and a med team. We should have more information in about an hour."

"Barry will call me as soon as we have word and, we can go upstairs at once. For now, let's keep you away from the hustle and bustle."

I know that my eyes were red-rimmed although I seem to have cried myself out in the car ride back to Joyous Gaurde with John.

"Dr. Antonio is standing by in the Infirmary with a full team. Would you like for me to call him up with a mild sedative for you?"

I actually grinned and held up my tumbler. "I don't need any more of a sedative than this Richard but, let's move down the hall to the library; it's more comfortable there."

As we were walking down the hall I asked him, "Does Doc Swaim know about this?"

"He does. I believe he's in the boys' classroom waiting for news."

As soon as we entered the library, I picked up the desk phone, "Doc, why don't you come down and join Richard and me? Waiting is easier when you have company."

I nodded to Richard. "He'll be right down. How is your drink?"

I took his tumbler from him without waiting for a reply. I freshened it up and returned it to him and then made a 'Jack and water' so that it would be waiting for the big professor who actually walked through the door just as I'd finished.

He pulled me into a massive bear hug before accepting the proffered drink. "So, I take it that we have no further news?"

"Based upon the co-ordinates from their implants, I'd say we should start receiving information in about fifteen minutes. Barry will let us know the second it starts coming in and then, we can head upstairs."

"Richard, call over to John and tell him that I'd like for him to join us here as well."

"Certainly Eric." He picked up his phone and spoke softly into it. "He'll be here in a few moments."

"Good." I was wandering around the library and I came to rest upon the photo that Sean and Jack had given me for my birthday. "You know that since Brian has come into the family, I've been meaning to talk to Chris about taking another photo with Brian in the set. When we're just here together, or when I'm alone, I often turn this photo over and look at this…"

I turned the large photo over and said, "They didn't make it public, but my Christmas present included a second photograph. They'd both posed nude in the most beautiful and hysterical pose."

"I had the photo mounted perfectly on the backside of the other so that I could enjoy either side depending upon my mood and my privacy. I've been hoping that Brian might like to join his brothers in a formal portrait and then, a naked goofy pose… you know; the three of them naked and looking happy and silly. B-but now, I'd just like to see them all looking well."

"Hold on… I'm getting information from Barry. The first chopper is at the site. It seems that they are all four alive and ready to be loaded onto transport."

"Wait… wait… Will has got a broken leg or knee, Sean has got a broken nose and a broken finger. It seems Brian is totally OK and we've got to check Jack for a possible concussion. A pretty positive outcome from what might have been a horrible experience, yes?"

I breathed a deep sigh and then offered them each a new drink.

"Richard, I want this investigated seriously. How could an airplane in meticulous conditioned experience a fatal engine failure? I want to know how and I want to know who… got it?"

"Got it and I understand Launcelot. We're on it."

My boys as well as Will were being loaded onto hospital beds and sedated so that they could sleep and recover. The infirmary in Joyous Gaurde had been a surprise to me but I was certainly glad it was there. I walked down among the sleeping boys and kissed them each gently upon their foreheads and left the room.

Martha was waiting in the kitchen and though her eyes were moist, she guided me to the little dining room and placed a Cornish game hen surrounded by wild rice and a wonderful salad of green lettuce and ground hard cheese.

I ate it voraciously.

***

I was sitting beside Will who had the worst injury; a broken ankle it turned out. He was quite lucid despite his pain medication.

"Eric, he's the finest young pilot I've ever been involved with. When the engine imploded, he sort of took a couple of blinks and then feathered the plane and looked across the horizon. He pointed to the right and asked; 'That big pond Will?' he was cool as a cucumber."

"I agreed and told him to go for it. My initial reaction was to grab the yoke, but Sean was so competent and so coldly in control that I decided to let him command the plane right until the end. After all, the worst that could happen was that we'd all die, right? I couldn't be any surer of preventing that than Sean could."

"I told him, 'From now on, we're a rather heavy glider so you've got to work the controls but remember that you've only got one shot at this. Aim for your landing and understand that you've got no engine to power you down. It's you and gravity young man.'

'Don't you want to take over the controls Will?'

"I answered, 'Nope, I've taught you everything. If you can't land us safely Sean, then nobody can.'

"As we approached the pond below us, I cautioned Sean to feather us out and decrease air speed because with a dead engine, he had but one chance of approach at the pond and then, it would be into the woods. 'Try to keep your nose up Sean, I know it's very hard but do the best you can.'

"He hit the pond perfectly but, because we were essentially a dead engine, we hit the water deep and the right pontoon snagged against a sunken tree or something and it warped and twisted the structure while literally stopping our forward movement almost at once."

"We stopped so quickly, it was like slamming into a wall. I apparently broke my ankle, Sean broke his nose and I don't know what happened to the other boys but, you certainly should be proud of Sean because there aren't many pilots that could have turned this into a survivable situation."

I was crying… how could I not?

"That's all on you Will and your incredible teaching skills. Sean did the flying and frankly, he's Sean… the most remarkable boy I've ever known… but he never could have done it without what you've taught him. That's why your involvement in Camp West Wind is going to be so important."

"So, now though, what do you think happened that made the engine die so suddenly? It had been meticulously maintained, as you well know. I'd never have allowed you guys to go up in it if I wasn't confident in that. Can they ascertain that back at the air maintenance?"

He hiked himself up in his bed grimacing with an obvious spurt of pain. "Hand me that pad of paper and that pen please." He wrote a name and address and handed it to me.

"When you salvage 'Duck', have it brought to this place. I'll call ahead so that they understand what we need to know. Don't trust Air Maintenance at the Sea Port right now. There is a criminal there and you've got to find him."

"That engine actually imploded. This was no simple mechanical failure, Eric. This was designed and planned to happen."

I took the paper from his hands and squeezed his shoulder. "You should rest now Will. My people will take it from here. Are these the people who should take care of repairing 'Duck'?"

He smiled rather sadly. "There's no repairing 'Duck'. I'd never go up in her and I'd certainly never let Sean go up in her. After the investigation, just sell her for parts or scrap. Actually, your insurance will do that and you guys just move on. You might consider buying a six seater so you all can fly to the lake together. I'd be glad to help you with that as soon as I'm out of this bed."

"OK friend, get some sleep before dinner." He was almost asleep before I left his bedside.

Jack and Brian were at Sean's bedside.

Sean was still sedated because Doctor Mohamed had reset his nose and placed his broken pinkie in a brace.

I couldn't help smiling to myself as I thought that this young boy had been piloting an airplane that suffered catastrophic engine failure and through his personal skill, one passenger had broken his ankle, two others were virtually untouched and he had suffered a broken nose and a broken pinkie… a broken pinkie for chizzakes!

As I'd taught myself to do, I looked up and silently mouthed, "Thank you."

***

I gave Will's paper to Richard.

"Dig the plane out and have it taken to this place. Will doesn't believe it's a normal mechanical failure and he's damned experienced. You probably should touch base with him because he might provide some short-cuts."

"Got it Boss and we'll get onto the plane movement right away."

Jack, Brian and I sat down to dinner and Martha served us teary-eyed. "Hey you all! What is all the weeping for? Every one of you survived that crash and the worst thing that happened was a broken ankle and a broken nose and neither of them happened to you. Sean will look funny for a few weeks but he'll still be Sean and I suspect that he'll be his old self. A broken nose and a broken pinkie can't change that boy."

I sat with Doc Swaim that evening. "Did I do the wrong thing to let him fly so early Doc?"

"From the way he performed Eric, I doubt that a man of any age could have done better. Sean is a remarkable boy and with your resources behind him, there is not much that he cannot do."

"His brothers are also remarkable young men, but Sean is extraordinary. I think that you just need to understand that. Love all three of your sons because they are loveable and talented but know that Sean is an extraordinary boy and thankfully, a boy with a wonderful nature."

He left to head back to Fish Camp and I wandered back to the library. I poured a drink and placed a call to the ranch just on a whim… I was wondering about how the two boys were doing.

Pete answered the phone and we exchanged pleasantries. "How are my two scoundrels doing Pete?"

The pleasure in his voice was obvious. "Send me twenty more like them and I could run this entire ranch Eric. They are remarkable and talented young men and don't you even think about taking them away from me. You should come out here and see them for yourself."

"You know what… I think it's time I did just that. I'll fly out tomorrow. See you then Pete."

The jet landed just about 8:00 am in the morning. I awoke several minutes before touch down. That was just enough time to wash my face and brush my hair.

I came down the stairs and a young man on a black stallion drew to a halt right before me.

"Howie, is that you"

"Yes Sir Mister T. It's really good to see you. I'd get down but I've only just broken this bronco and he might get wild. Paulie will be right down to get you and I'll see you in the big house. Sorry, but I've got to run this boy out a bit… see you later."

I smiled as the once sneaky street kid skillfully rode a wild horse across the ranch-land.

It was only a moment later before a big F-150 pulled up along the airstrip and the door flew open. "Mr. T! Welcome back to the ranch." Without any hesitation, he ran up to me and embraced me in a hug.

"Let me have a look at you Paul. You've certainly put some meat on those bones. You look great son."

He grinned and said, "I am great Mr. T and I've never been happier."

I pulled him into a shoulder hug. "I'm glad Paulie. Let's get up to the house and let me say my hellos to Pete and then, I want to hear all about it."

"Yep, let me get your stuff for you."

"Paulie, all I've got is this little overnight bag."

"Well, let me get that for you."

He grabbed it from me and we walked to the truck. My jet was leaving to perform a quick company junket and would return for me in the morning.

Pete was waiting at the big front door. "Eric, it's a pleasure to have you here."

"Pete, it's great to be here. What have you done to my two city street thugs?"

Paul looked a bit confused and Pete walked over and put an arm around his neck. "Are you talking about my best all-around cowboy and this guy who will soon be leaving us to open up his own award winning restaurant?"

"Eric, these two are the best thing that has ever happened to me. They're simply wonderful and such quick learners and eager workers. If you've come to take them back, you simply can't have them."

He looked down at little Paul. "Are you planning upon impressing Mister Tucker with lunch Paul?"

The boy smiled up at the big man. "It's all under control Boss. I just need fifteen minutes in the kitchen."

Just then, Howard came through the door with a big smile on his face. "Boss, that big black stallion is just about ready. I need one more day with him and then he'll be a saddle horse and a good one too."

"Hi again Mister T. I kinnda stink of horse right now. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna jump in the shower and get changed and then, we can visit."

"Who are these two kids?" I laughed as I looked at Pete.

"They are the fine young men that you saw in them when you brought them here, Eric. They've been allowed to become what they actually are rather than having to be street slime in order to survive. I've had the pleasure of watching that happen. Thank you for that… it's been a gift."

"Paul has essentially become the cook for the entire ranch. He's got a natural talent for it as you'll soon find out. He's taken regular ranch food and pumped it up to an extraordinary level. He still rides out and does hard duty but, more often than not, I keep him near the kitchen and he seems not to mind it."

"Howard, on the other hand was born to work a ranch. There's nothing that boy can't do. He was riding like a cowboy the first day we placed him onto a saddle and was roping like an expert the first day we had him out. It's phenomenal, Eric."

"His second week here… just for giggles… we let him try to break a bronco. Without even looking concerned, the boy rode the horse down. That's unheard of the first time. The guys call him 'Bronco ' and he's our go to guy for breaking new horses. He also rides fences and helps herd cattle as if he's been doing it his entire life."

"Find me ten more like him, Eric, and I could run this ranch just with them… as long as I get to keep Paulie as cook, of course."

Just then, Howie walked into the room dressed in a fresh denim shirt, face glowing and hair neatly brushed. "Hi. Can I get a hug Mister T?"

"As I told you last time Howie, I'll always give you a hug." I pulled him tightly to me and held him closely. "Well, you look great and it seems that you're doing great from what I hear Howard."

"Eric, he's earned a new name here on the ranch and he's used to being called 'Bronco' that's something that he's earned just like Paul has earned the name 'Chef'. It may seem like a little thing but here on the ranch, it's a very big thing."

"Gottcha Pete. I'll remember that."

"So, Bronco, tell me about your adventures so far."

It was like I'd opened a dam. The words just began to pour out of his mouth as he told about learning to ride, to rope, to muck the stables and riding the fence including sleeping out under the stars on the rough ground. He'd worked with the sheep but found that boring and after his initial fascination, found the buffalo equally boring. It was the cattle and the horses that fascinated him.

"So, you're happy here, Bronco?"

His smile was like a spotlight. "I've never been so happy in my entire life Mr. T. Thank you so much for making this happen."

He leaned into me and hugged me closely. "I thought that you were gonna kill me after we snatched Brian."

"Well, truth be told, if everything had happened a year earlier, that's what would have occurred. Timing is everything Howie… I mean Bronco."

He'd buried his face into my shoulder and I think he was weeping. "Y-you can call me Howie. I think it was the best timing in my whole life Mister Tucker I will never be able to thank you enough. Snatching Brian turned out to be the best bad deed that I ever did."

"Do you ride Mr. T?"

"Well yes, Howie, I do ride. Why?"

"Do you think you'd like to come riding with Paulie and me either this afternoon or tomorrow?"

"Well, I'm flying out early tomorrow but if it's OK with Pete, I'd love to ride with you guys after lunch."

He looked at Pete, "Would that be OK Boss?"

Pete smiled at him and said, "Well Bronco, it so happens that Mister Tucker is MY Boss so , if he'd like to go ridin' with two of his hands, what have I got to say no about?"

"Great! That black stallion could use some more time with me on top of him he's got a lot of spirit. You should consider taking him as your ride, Pete. Old Randy is getting long in the tooth and he's earned the right to be put out to pasture."

I smiled because 'Old Randy' had been Pete's palomino stallion for as long as I could remember.

"Bronco, I think if I cut him loose, it would break Old Randy's heart. I couldn't do that son."

The boy smiled. "I didn't mean to really cut him loose, Boss, I just meant not to use him as a work horse anymore. You keep riding him and visiting him every day but, let the black stallion be your workhorse. He's big and strong and lively."

Pete grinned and pulled the teenager into a hug. "Howard… excuse me… Bronco, that's why he should be yours."

The young man froze. "Mine?"

"Certainly, Bronco, the best horse should go to the best hand and you're my best hand. Break him in well boy."

The boy collapsed into Pete and his body was wracked with sobs. Finally, he was able to squeak out, "M-my life just keeps getting better. W-what did I do to deserve this?"

I laughed and said, "You already know Howie, you two kidnapped Brian and threatened to shoot me. What could make more sense?"

"Excuse me, but lunch is ready, guys." Paul was standing at the door wearing and apron and a large smile. "Since there's just the four of us, I'm serving and joining in if that's OK."

"'Course Paulie and after lunch we're going out riding with Mister Tucker."

"Cool!" The younger boy smiled. "Go sit down I'll be right out with the starters."

He returned with bowls of white tortilla chips soon followed by small bowls of something meaty and red.

"We don't often slaughter one of our bison Mister Tucker, but when we do, we take advantage of it and I've got to tell you that the meat is very interesting to work with."

"This is a chili made under strict Texas rules that don't allow beans. I've marinated the bison meat overnight and since four-o-clock this morning, it's been simmering in my special bath of spices and liquids. I hope you enjoy it."

He smiled as he sat down and dipped a tortilla chip into his own bowl and smiled as he took his first bite.

I dipped a chip into my own bowl and took my bite. My brain exploded. "What the hell, Paul!? I've never tasted anything like this! This could be an entire meal, son."

He grinned. "Yeah, it's pretty good huh? I discovered some of the herbs while riding the fence with Howie one week and I quickly learned how to use them. You can't buy them in the store and I don't know what their names are… I've got my own silly names for them… but they sure punch up a bowl of red, eh?"

I giggled to myself as I heard a little street thug say 'a bowl of red' like a life-long cowboy.

He stood up and walked into the kitchen and returned with plates for each of us.

"This is thinly sliced flank steak that has marinated overnight in a special sauce of brown sugar, onion, and soy sauce… with a few other secret ingredients of course. I'm serving it to you seared to perfect pink with mashed sweet potatoes and fried tomatoes. There is also a side bowl of heart of lettuce with an olive oil and vinegar dressing."

"With the Bosses' permission, I'll also serve a bottle of California Merlot that was purchased locally the last time we went to town so I can't vouch for it except to say it was the best in town, Mr. Tucker. I knew that I'd get to cook for you some day."

The boy was obviously proud as he moved the plates in front of each of us and then finally served himself.

I waited and watched as he cut and tasted his first bite and I saw the smile on his face.

I cut my first piece and tasted it and once again, my head blew up. I'd never tasted anything this good.

"My god Paulie! Are you some kind of magician or what? I've never tasted anything like this."

He smiled and said, "Thanks Mister T. I'd never have learned or figured out how to do this running around on the streets. It would just have been Howie and me trying to eat and stay warm and stuff… now we got Pete and the ranch and the rest of the guys and we take care of each other and we're safe and we feel cared for. I can't believe what my life has become."

He began to sniffle.

"Hey Chef! Don't we get no desert?"

Howie was trying to help his friend not cry.

"Oh yeah! I hope you like this. It's something I discovered on the internet and since we picked up a lot of apples during the last trip to town, I thought I'd try it because it sounded so interesting."

He entered the kitchen and returned with a large tray.

I almost broke out laughing. It was a tarte tatin.

It was wonderful although Paul didn't serve it with whipped cream. He served it traditionally.

"I've got hands to take care of the dishes. You three go out riding. Remember to be back by six because I'm grilling ribs for dinner."

"Thanks friend."

We walked down to the stables. Howard indicated to the two guys hanging around that they should saddle two horses for Paul and me and he personally took care of saddling his lively black stallion.

Howard was soon on top of the big black horse and it was obvious that he was in love. "He needs a little more attention and then he'll become a perfect saddle pony, Mister T. He's magnificent."

"Well, it seems like Pete thinks you deserve each other, Howard. What are you going to name him?"

He looked at me and smiled. "He's black as the night so I'm going to call him 'Coal' that's what I'm going to call him."

"Good name, Howard. Let's go for a ride."

We rode across the ranch for about three hours as the boys shared stories and memories and it became obvious that these certainly weren't the same two boys that I'd dropped off here a while ago.

"Right over there is where I birthed my first calf Mister T."

"What do you mean Howie?"

"We were out riding and we came upon a cow moaning in pain. Pete said somethin' like 'she's in breech' get in there Howard. I didn't know what he meant but I got off my horse and walked to the cow. 'Put your hands into the cow and turn the calf around. I didn't even think but I pushed my hands into the cow and I could feel it was sideways, you know?"

"So, I tugged and pulled and finally turned it right ways and pulled it out. The mother and the calf were fine."

"I named the calf 'Wrongway' and Pete says he's safe for the rest of his life. I keep him down by the corral and he's kind of like my pet you know? Hey, we'd better be riding back, Mr. Pete will be putting the ribs on pretty soon."

We slow trotted back to the big ranch house and as we got off our horses Howard said, "These guys will take care of your horses for you. I'm going to stay and take care of Coal because he needs to get used to me. I'll meet you up on the patio."

"See you later Bronco," I said with a smile as I remembered the desperate angry boy wielding a large cheap pistol demanding that I have one of my sons swim over the pond and surrender as a hostage to him.

This was certainly one of the best decisions that I'd ever made.

We were all sticky-fingered and greasy-lipped as we enjoyed Pete's ribs and corn-on-the-cob along with big plates of beans.

Paulie and Howie were sitting together pigging out. "He won't tell me what's in his sauce but I'm slowly getting closer to figuring it out," Paulie grinned as he chewed upon a rib.

"Boys, can I tell you how proud I am of you?"

"Want to know the truth Mister T? We're both actually proud of ourselves. We were both pieces of dirt and now… well we think that we're pretty good people that can be counted on for anything. We think that we're worthwhile if you understand that."

"Yes Howard. I do understand that and that's what I hoped for when I first brought you here because you both ARE worthwhile and I knew that the second that you dropped that silly pistol by the pond. I knew that you were worth saving and I knew that Pete was the man to do it."

"I'm leaving early in the morning so we'll hug good-bye after supper but I'll be out to see you again in a couple of months to taste Paul's cuisine and see what you've done with the magnificent Coal, Howard. You seem like a classic partnership."

I hugged both of my cowboys and headed up to my room.

The jet took off about six AM and, as I sipped a cup of coffee, I thought to myself that had been a good trip. My evil street boys were turning into wonderful young men and sadly, now I had the mystery of what had happened to my sea plane to explore.

I wanted life to be simpler… I wanted to be Howie or Paulie and just get up and ride the range.

Chapter 11

Life is not unlike a game of golf. If you hit a 'hole in one' every time, you would soon lose interest. In order to keep it fun, you've got to hit the ball into the rough and even into the woods on occasion. Those wild shots are what keep the game enjoyable.
Life is just like that but without caddies.

Will sat with his foot propped up on an ottoman as he sipped his glass of scotch. I'd insisted that until his ankle healed that he was going to stay at Joyous Gaurde and, despite his young and rakish nature, he didn't protest. He knew a good thing when it was offered to him.

I really liked this guy.

Though his ankle was still in a small cast, by now, he was getting around pretty well, just using a cane (which in his case, actually made him look suave and swashbuckling).

This was an informal security meeting but I'd felt Will should be a part of it because he had been the first to openly express his belief that the crash of the well-maintained pontoon plane was not an accident but, intentional sabotage.

It had also been Will that suggested that rather than have the salvaged parts of the plane brought back to where I usually stored it and had it maintained, that we bring it to another location he knew about.

Will had been working very closely with Richard and his 'Henchmen' as well as with Scotty Browning the Owner/ Manager of 'Browning Aviation' where we'd had 'Duck' brought for evaluation.

Richard sort of waved his bound document and there was a smoldering anger in his eyes. "So, this is Browning's report on the cause of the failure. You've all read it, we've evaluated it and there can be no doubt."

"Someone deliberately attempted to force a plane filled with Eric's family down… three kids that we all love… and included in those deaths would have been our friend Will Fletcher here. We need to find out who and why and we need to do that quickly."

Chris interjected, "In the meantime though, wouldn't it be wise for Sean and his plane mates to wear parachutes every time they fly?"

Will grinned bitterly. "Might be a slight chance when it's only Sean and his teaching pilot but with the plane fully loaded with passengers, by the time everyone got out, they'd be too low to the ground for them to help. The type of plane Sean is currently flying just doesn't go that high, Chris. That's why parachutes are seldom standard equipment for recreational fliers. Aside from that, any future attacks against one of the family planes will certainly be less subtle. "

"Chris, for the time being, I've told Sean that he won't be flying. He's not a baby and he understands why. He will go along with it and there'll be no argument… he is my son and, beyond that, he is Sean."

Chris nodded his head. "Well, we've got a trained agent working at the Sea Port where the sabotage had to have occurred."

Richard had rolled his copy of the report into a tight little bat. "He's got a great deal of experience and he's been using Will for inside information. He feels that he's getting close and I suspect we'll have a name very soon and then, we're going to know just what is going on. It would take someone with a great deal of hate and quite an agenda to attempt to wipe out an entire generation of one family don't you agree?"

Richard still had that steaming dry anger in his eyes as he ended his comments..

"Well guys, until we know more about this, let's try to get on with life while staying vigilant? Who needs a new drink?"

Chris got up and helped me and we quickly freshened everyone's glass.

"On a brighter side, tonight the boys are finally going to open the first bottles of their second batch of pale ale and you are all very welcome to join us here to pass comment. In fact, you guys should just join us for supper."

That was met with a great deal of positive response because, while the commissary where most of the staff ate, served wonderfully good food that would rival or beat most restaurants, the truth was that food served from Martha's kitchen was more than five cuts above that and, in some private circles, was famous worldwide.

Somehow, it never bothered Martha when I invited people for dinner at the last minute. She just always seemed ready.

I used the intercom over to the kitchen to warn her of our additional guests.

She laughed and said, That's perfect Eric because I've been watching over Sean's shoulder as he makes a gigantic tray of lasagna. I'll make a salad and some garlic bread and Daniel can fetch you up a couple of bottles of appropriate wine. You know me; I always think that Merlot is the 'appropriate' wine." She giggled.

"How big is his tray of lasagna Martha? May I invite Gary and Bobby?"

"Absolutely Eric, this little boy of yours doesn't know how to cook 'little' so, the more the merrier."

"Hi Dad! You guys are gonna love this!" Sean's voice sounded from the background through the speaker of the intercom.

"Hi Sean! See you later boy."

I told everyone that we'd meet here before dinner and I got up to find Jack and Brian.

I found Daniel and asked him if he knew where they were and he smiled. "Those two are off fighting the Battle of Agincourt."

I smiled realizing that meant the two boys were at the new archery range because English archers against superior French troops had won the Battle of Agincourt for King Henry V in 1415.

As I pulled up in my cart, I could hear them laughing. I got up and walked behind them. I quietly enjoyed their banter and taunting as they carefully launched arrows from their hi-tech bows. From what I could see, their skills were vastly improved and the pattern of each of their arrows were tightly clustered in the area of the bull's eye.

"Have you tried shooting apples off of each others head yet?" I said as I walked up behind them.

They looked at me a bit incredulously and then broke out in laughter. I felt my heart swell. The honest laughter of boys is a music that is unique in nature. It is a symphony of happiness, mischief and pure pleasure.

The laughter of boys begins deep in their toes and explodes out into the welcoming world. Sometimes it is so overwhelming that they themselves cannot control it and they simply physically give into the pure pleasure of the experience. I think it is a force that helps the wind blow, the sun to shine and the stars to twinkle.

There is no finer sound in the world.

As men, we laugh, of course. If we're lucky, we laugh often.

But, we never laugh with the full 'body and soul' joy that we did when we were boys. Some precious and important component is lost in that sad transition from boyhood to manhood and try as we might, it can never be recovered.

When we are boys, we cannot wait to run that mad dash into manhood. To complete that journey from youth to adulthood and to take our place in the world. We have no idea that exodus will relieve us of our innocence, our pleasure, and our ability to truly laugh.

When we are men, we accept what we have become though we often secretly recall dimly how much sweeter life was when we were a youth.

Finally, we take melancholy pleasure in listening to the laughter of boys and remembering faintly the total pleasure of it.

"You are certainly gaining skill my two Sagittaris." They looked at my quizzically and I realized that they didn't recognize the word. " Sorry for being so erudite, 'Sagittarius' is Latin for 'archers' and you two are certainly that I see."

"By the way, you DO know that I was kidding about shooting apples off of each others head right?" The world was once again filled with the music of boy laughter.

"Your brother is preparing supper for everyone and I was wondering if you two would like to go up to Lake Eric and do a little fishing with me. We don't even need to bother Professor Swaim though I suspect he'll want to join us."

"Sounds great, Dad. Just let us clean our equipment and put it in the shed."

It took them less than twenty minutes before everything was cleaned and stored. We hopped onto my cart and headed out to Fish Camp.

It was almost as if Doc Swaim was expecting us. He was sitting on the porch of the cabin and he smiled as we pulled in.

"From my mouth to God's ears!" He jumped up smiling his big toothy smile.

"I wanted to go fishing today but I didn't want to go alone. Jack and Brian, go get our gear and let's see how we do on the north end of the lake. The hot sun has been beating down on the south side so I suspect that the fish have moved to the other edge."

I'd brought a cooler filled with beer and cold cut sandwiches. The boys carried it as we walked down the pathway along the north of the big pond.

"This looks like as good a spot as any," Doc declared and so the boys set down the cooler and quickly staked out their spots.

I knew that Doc always preferred the south side of the lake but today it seemed he thought our chances were better on the north side. I opened the thermal chest and handed out cold beers to everyone and then picked my spot and cast out my line.

It was a beautiful day. The birds were singing in the woods and there was a gentle little breeze blowing from the east to the west. In congenial silence, we all four cast our lines and slowly reeled them in until suddenly the silence was broken.

"Got one! Got one!" Brian was up on his feet playing his rod and reel with a gigantic grin on his face.

"Work him Brian! You know what to do," Doc Swaim encouraged the boy.

Brian's rod was almost bent double so this was certainly no small fish. As I watched this fight I marveled at what great fishermen all three of my boys were and I realized that was all about Doc Swaim. What Andy was to shotgun shooting, the Professor was to fishing. These were three lucky boys.

As the turbulence drew closer to the shore, Doc Swaim grabbed the net and brought the fish in.

It was a monster. I'd never seen a bass this big pulled out of Lake Eric.

Brian had a glorious grin on his face.

I retrieved my iPhone. "Hold him by the tail and let's take a trophy picture Spiderman."

The first shot was perfect and the next day it was framed and hanging in his bedroom.

Shortly though, Brian had removed his hook and set the great fish loose into the lake.

That was how Doc Swaim had taught them.

We spent the afternoon drinking beer and eating sandwiches while we each caught and released a number of fish though none equaled Brian's large bass earlier.

"Are you coming down for supper and then the ale tasting Doc?"

He (typically) pushed his dark eyeglass frames up the bridge of his nose and smiled. "Of course I'll be there for both occasions Eric. These are family affairs and, as you so kindly told me when we talked about the future, this is my family."

I got teary. "Thanks Doc. See you later."

The boys and I climbed into the cart. We'd decided to let Brian drive and soon, we were parked and plugged-in on the car park.

"Can we go see little Walt Dad?" Brian was entranced by the baby boy.

"Well, we can go ask Jenny but there may be a lot going on including the baby sleeping and Jenny won't want that disturbed.

We knocked on the apartment door and Jenny answered with a smile. "Hi guys. What's going on?"

"Jenny, can I see little Walt?"

Brian's need was obvious. "Well actually Brian, he's just woken up from his nap and I'm about to give him his bath. Would you like to help me with that?"

"Yes… is that OK Dad? I just love this little baby and I want him to love me. He's the little brother that I always wanted and never had."

"Of course you can help with little Walt's bath Brian. We'll all get together in the library before supper."

As Jack and I left, Brian was holding the naked little boy in a loving hug as Jenny filled the tub with warm welcoming water.

I thought to myself that I'd seldom seen anything so beautiful.

Jack left me so that he could go work out in the gym and I decided to go down to the library to read.

Nate Mentor had not come out with a new book yet but Bernard Cornwell, my favorite historical fiction author had and I poured myself a drink and sat down eagerly; opening the cover and began devouring the pages.

At some point, the apple of my eye came prancing through the door. "Here you are Dad! Looks like you're readin', Can I come an sit with you?"

"Little man, you can come and sit with me whatever I'm doing. How is tonight's dinner coming along?"

He softly laid down on top of me and worked his little fingers through my hair. He was a very sensuous boy. "It's already in the oven and baking very slowly. It will be perfect."

"I have no doubt about that since you're involved, little man. Go grab a book and lie down with me."

"Yea, I've been readin' this book called 'Silas Mariner' that Professor Swaim recommended. It's kinda strange and not a lot of fun but I guess I'll keep up with it."

He got up and retrieved the book from the shelf and lay down at the other end of the coach and we played 'footsie' with each other as we read.

Nothing could have been more perfect or more wonderful.

The guys began entering around five o'clock and I played the jolly bartender.

"No businesses talk tonight." I warned them.

"Tonight we eat Sean's lasagna and then taste the boy's pale ale.

They all accepted their drinks and nodded in agreement.

Richard accepted his drink and spoke softly;

"But there is news Eric. We know who did the damage to the plane."

I nodded my head and said, "Then grab him and we'll talk and deal with him tomorrow."

He nodded and said, "Then excuse me for a moment."

He left the room and I turned to my other guests. "The last lasagna that Sean made was astonishing so I have great hopes for tonight's dinner. Let's all have one final drink and, by then, we should head down to the dining room."

Tim was quickly by my side and we soon had every glass in the room filled. Richard came back into the room and nodded to me. Tim quickly filled his glass and therefore, nothing was noticed.

My little boy proudly paraded into the dining room carrying a large pan and he was followed by one of the kitchen workers carrying an equally large pan. These were placed upon the table and Martha entered carrying a huge bowl of tossed greens salad.

Another kitchen worker entered carrying a basket of fresh baked Italian bread and Daniel placed three bottles of Chianti rustico in front of me. I told him to serve everyone without formality.

I knew this was Martha's recipe but from the first bite, I knew the touch of Sean and it was delicious.

The table was silent as they devoured the treat and I just smiled as I watched my little boy eat the meal that he'd created.

It was only over two years but in that time, this young man had completely changed my life. It was a forever change and I adored him. Next to him sat Jack and Brian and my heart flooded with love. My three boys. We had somehow found each other and become a strange almost unnatural family.

We were certainly not like any other family in the country but we were a family… a tight and loving family that cared for each other and loved each other desperately.

They were the Tucker brothers… not bound by blood but bound most surely by love. My eyes grew teary but none were shed.

***

It was the night after the full moon and the entire world was bathed in silver.

I was in my underpants and looking out the window just relishing the amazing view.

He was so quiet that he took me by surprise as he wrapped his arms around me. I turned and looked into his turquoise eyes and I leaned down and kissed him. "Your lasagna was wonderful Sean. Everyone loved it."

"Thanks Dad."

"Much more importantly, I love you."

"Me too Dad. Thanks."

"Come and let me cuddle with you son."

"And other stuff too Dad."

We climbed up onto the bed and enjoyed the feel of flesh upon flesh. When our passion was over, we fell asleep in each others arms.

Just before sleep overtook me, I thought that tomorrow I needed to find and question the man that tried to kill my family. Mercy was the last thing on my mind.

Chapter 12

It is important for us to learn to be decisive. To make decisions and stick to them.
It's all right to realize that some of our decisions may not be the correct ones and we may live to regret them. However, as we move progressively through life, we need to make and act upon our assessments.
If any of them subsequently turn out to be wrong, then we can attempt to correct our actions after that realization. The important thing is not to hesitate. There is nothing worse than failing to decide and therefore, not acting.
If you need proof, just drive down a country road and look at all of the sadly flat squirrels and raccoons who didn't decide which side of the road to run to as a car was bearing down.

The three boys were with me and Richard in the helicopter. Although this bit of business didn't really apply to Brian's future in Magnus Venatus, the sabotage had potentially affected his life and so, I thought he needed to be there.

Besides, like Sean and Jack, he surely needed to understand that our family had its own level of justice.

Richard and I had discussed the situation and we both agreed that the man being held in the 'Steele Cunt' may very well be the man who sabotaged the plane but almost certainly was a minor player in the plot.

Richard felt that he could be easily frightened into revealing every bit of information he knew. Hopefully, that would be enough to move us up to the next level until we found the mastermind behind this.

The prisoner's name was Rod Tanner he was a maintenance technician at the seaport and because of his terror, he admitted his actions at once. "I poured five quarts of oil into the engine and I knew that the bottles were filled with little steel ball bearings that would tear up the engine."

"I was assured that the engine would seize up right on the water… that it was a kind of expensive private joke between two rich men. I never in my wildest dreams thought that plane would take off. Since it crashed, I've been drinking so much that I have the shakes."

"If those boys had died in that crash, I'd have killed myself. I only did it because that oriental guy assured me that it was a private joke and of course, he offered me a lot of money. My little daughter Jane has a rare form of cancer and I can't afford the treatment especially the medicine that can help keep her alive."

Tears were pouring from his eyes and he scanned all of us as we sat there.

"There's no help out there for people like us. What the hell would you have done if you were me? I never intended to put anyone's life in jeopardy but… to simply seize up an engine before takeoff. Certainly. For the kind of money he paid… yes I did it. Are you going to kill me now?"

I smiled bitterly. "No Mr. Tanner, I'm not going to kill you. The passengers in my pontoon plane all survived with only minor injuries. I'm more currently interested in your daughter and I believe I can help. However, I need your full cooperation."

:You sit here with Richard and answer all of his questions honestly, and then, we'll fly back and pick up your daughter and the rest of the family, we'll bring her medical records to my Doctor Mohamed and from there, we'll get her into the hands of the best specialists in the world and I'll take care of her medication."

"B-but I almost killed your children."

"Yes, but you didn't, you see, and that allows me to be kind and merciful. Just be truthful with Richard and I promise you that if money can save your daughter's life, it shall be saved."

Tears were pouring from his eyes as the boys and I left the cell.

"Jack and Brian, I think you're going to be surprised at how good the food is here in the outpost."

"Where the heck are we Dad?" Brian asked.

"Actually Brian, only Sean and Jack are allowed to know that. It's one of six very secret places that we have all over the country but it has nothing to do with your future role in the 'Great Game'… this is very Skuggor. It's better if you know as little as possible."

"Kay Dad." He looked up at me and I couldn't tell if he was sad or not. I just hugged him into me and ran my hand through his dark brown hair. He seemed to accept the situation and eventually became chatty little Brian.

About and hour later, Richard caught up to us. "Well, there's no doubt that the mastermind of this plot was our old friend Charles Chang but you won't believe who first approached Rod Tanner."

"It would seem that enemies of Eric Tucker somehow find each other. It turns out that Mr. Tanner was first contacted by none other than Moses Whyles that real-estate developer who tied to attack you at the big lake."

"All right, let's get these fuckers and this time, we'll send them to the cornfield Richard."

Rod Tanner's neighborhood was certainly astonished as our helicopter landed in the middle of their street and four grey clad Skuggor rushed into the house and helped Rod's wife and daughter into the craft.

We landed rather quickly onto the car park of Joyous Gaurde and Rod's daughter (whose name was Jane) was whisked quickly down to the infirmary where Doctor Mohamed was waiting.

Rod couldn't stop weeping and so, I urged his wife to take care of him as they were escorted by Daniel up to a room in the mansion.

"Believe it or not, it is two of our old friends. Charles Chang and Moses Whyles. Those two met by accident as Whyles was working his way out of the desert… go figure. Whyles sort of softened up Tanner and then Chang came in with the money and the lie. Either way, they both intended to kill everyone on that plane."

Richard reached for my empty tumbler, moved to the bar, and filled both glasses in his hand.

"We could move in right now and take Moses but Chang will be a bit more difficult because he has hired guards protecting him. Obviously, it will only take a few gassed shadow flies to handle that situation. You've just got to give the orders."

"So, it's obvious that Chang's story about a boy school in Brazil was bullshit. He intended to kill me and my family and then re-establish the NEST in its old configuration. Let's move on them tonight Richard."

I grinned and said, "Make it so."

He grinned back and said, "I'll call you before nine-o-clock."

"Let's have one more drink and then, you can get to work, friend." I poured the two glasses and we sat and sipped in comfortable silence.

Doctor Mohamed and I were sitting in my study. Because of his faith, he didn't drink alcohol and so he was sipping an orange and lemonade. "The girl is suffering from a blood cancer that this medication can certainly keep under control. There is a Doctor in Seattle who has made magnificent strides in this particular disease."

"I've contacted him and he is willing to take the girl on as a patient. He is very expensive and so is her medication."

"Well Mohamed, expense isn't a consideration for us. Please inform the Doctor that they will be arriving tomorrow."

I met with the Tanner family… father, mother and daughter… and informed them that they would be flying to the west coast to be under treatment of the foremost doctor in the world for her special cancer.

He followed me down the hall with tears streaming from his eyes. "I almost killed your family and you are doing this greatness for my daughter. How is that possible?"

"Because I don't ALMOST kill anyone Mr. Tanner. When I do kill someone it happens quickly."

***

We were gathered in the music room because we'd agreed to rehearse a number to surprise everyone at the next gathering. Brian sat in one of the chairs because he didn't play an instrument.

We were trying to decide upon a song or musical piece when the brown-haired boy stood up and said, "Why don't you do 'Ain't Misbehavin'? I used to sing it for my Grandma since I was very little."

He wiggled and swayed and began to sing,

"I don't stay out late. No place to go. I'm home about eight just listnin' to my radio. Ain't misbehavin' I'm saving my love for you."

I grinned because this was a side of Brian I'd never seen before and he also had a wonderful voice. I quickly switched to a 'stride' form of piano playing and backed him up as he continued the song and Sean soon joined in with an almost ragtime picking on his guitar.

At the break, Jack jumped in with a wonderful violin/fiddle interlude.

By the end, we were all laughing hysterically.

"OK… now let's do it one more time but Brian, we'll give you a musical introduction and I bet you'll know just when to come in."

We actually practiced the song three times and after the boys put down their instruments, we enjoyed a wonderful group hug. "We'll knock them dead when we do this guys!" I laughed.

"Yea… the Tucker family band!" Sean exclaimed and we all laughed again.

Martha had made ravioli with a spicy marinara sauce that also displayed that she certainly didn't have a light hand when it came to garlic. Along with a side dish of fried breaded chicken cutlets smothered in sauteed mushrooms and a large bowl of fresh greens salad, we were all very well fed.

***

Somehow, the boys had decided that Jack was going to share my bed and I smiled as he performed a 'Jack strip' in front of the window. I smiled as I guided him onto the big bed and soon had him wrapped up in hugs and tender kisses.

He was growing so big… almost a man but essentially, he was still a boy and I loved him so much… my young Jack who was so important to my world.

We wrapped our arms and legs around each other and fell asleep. Sex just wasn't that important between us, love, on the other hand, was.

I awoke in the morning and he felt my attempt to gently leave the bed without waking him up.

He raised his tousled head of ginger hair and smiled sleepily as he reached out his arms to me. I leaned in and we kissed sweetly.

"See ya later Early Bird," He grinned as he wrapped himself in the sheet and rolled over. He was snoring softly in a few minutes. Teen-aged boys certainly loved their sleep.

I just smiled as I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

I was up in the command room sipping on a cup of coffee.

"We've got them both Eric. I don't think Chang fully understands our capabilities even now. They're in the Steele Cunt waiting for your command."

Richard was sitting next to me at the big table and waiting for my decision.

I sighed and said, "A bullet to the back of both of their heads. We've tried mercy on both of them and it hasn't worked. Some people simply see mercy as weakness and a license to attempt further exploitation."

"Rod Tanner may have believed that what he'd done was an expensive but simple joke, but those two certainly knew that this sabotage would probably result in the deaths of everyone in that plane."

"They both have attempted to kill me or members of my family before and Chang is ultimately responsible for the deaths of Walter and those dear fallen Skuggor. Send them both to the cornfield Richard."

"Do it tonight."

"I won't fly out to talk to them or try to turn them or even frighten them. Just remove them from the world."

"Now, as to Mr. Tanner, I DO want to talk to him so, once his little girl has met with the Doctor and the family has been settled into the apartment we're providing, I want him picked up and brought here."

"Yes Sir, Boss." He gave me a strange almost pensive look.

"No worries Richard, I have no intention of hurting him. I fully believe his story and I believe that he was truly duped by a very evil man."

"I may actually be offering himk and therefore his family, a new life but it can't be done casually, he needs to understand there are prices to pay for bad actions."

"Understood, Eric. I'll check with you before we snatch him. I need to tell you though that we've got a Skuggor Center like the 'Steel Cunt' less than 20 miles from where the Tanners are being re-located. You might consider flying out there unless you fully intend to terrify the man."

I smiled, "If I'd intended to terrify him Richard, I'd have already done that. I just need to get him straight so, you're right; after I've talked with him, we'll get him back to his family quickly so, I'll fly out to him. You'll come with me of course."

He nodded.

I finished my coffee and left the room.

Down in my study, I was surprised to find that Will was sitting with Uncle Phil and Chris.

Will got up and walked to the bar and made me a drink. He smiled as he handed it to me and then we both sat down.

"Please don't think I've done anything behind your back Eric. It's just that I'm a relatively new employee and I wanted to learn if what I'm about to propose is even remotely reasonable and… if I'm assured that it is… if it interests you."

"With my broken ankle, I've had a lot of time to think about the loss of the float plane and what the alternatives might be and I've done a great deal of research on the subject and I'd like for you to consider a very major decision."

"Tell me, Will. I assume these two already know what you're going to say?"

"Yes Eric, we do but we'd like you to hear Will out before we comment."

Uncle Phil smiled as he got up and re-filled Chris' glass as well as his own.

I nodded to Will.

"First off, Eric, you certainly realize that 'Duck' was a good and fun idea but it ultimately wasn't ideal because it was only a four-seater and so, because of the need for an instructional pilot for Sean for three more years, 'Duck' would never have allowed your whole family to fly together especially to the lake."

"If you've enjoyed those few flights up to the cabin but have missed the comradery of your whole family, as well as guests, I think you need to consider a new plane with a larger capacity."

"A larger plane could also be used to carry supplies, groceries, liquor and dry goods to both your cabin and Camp West Wind. That will save both landmarks a good deal of money. If I'm to be involved in the camp next year, that's important to me."

He smiled and took my glass from me and made two more drinks.

"What I'm going to propose, Eric, is that you consider purchasing a new pontoon plane and I've got a recommendation. You already know that I'm partial to Cessna but I must tell you that no-one makes sturdier, more reliable planes."

"So what are you recommending Will?"

He smiled a bit nervously and pushed some brochures in my direction.

"I'd urge you to consider a Cessna 208B Grand Caravan EX. It's a sturdy and reliable plane that is well thought of by short haul freight carriers as well as short hop passenger carriers and it's used by most major airlines."

"It can be configured to seat twelve passengers but I wouldn't consider that. A six-passenger configuration would meet your family's needs and an eight passenger configuration would allow you room for three to four guests. The remaining room could be used for cargo or even freight."

"The plane is a turboprop so Sean would need additional training before he could fly it but we've got lots of time to do that. The cockpit is completely Garmin equipped so it's state of the art. The floats can be removed and the plane can quickly become a land to land craft. However, since you have your wonderful Jet, I don't know how often you'd utilize that feature."

"So, what is the negative here Will?

"Why do you need my chief financial advisers to be with you for this meeting?"

He grimaced and said, "The cost, Eric. A new Grand Caravan will cost you from two to two and a half million dollars. Individuals purchase not many of these planes. They're mostly bought by large companies."

Uncle Phil smiled. "Will, if we decide to do this, the plane will be purchased by a large company as well, and will quickly become a tax write-off."

"Eric, if this interests you, I must tell you that even though you are one of the few men in the world who might consider two million dollars to be chump change, Chris and I will make certain that the cost of this plane doesn't even touch your personal income."

"OK then, is there one nearby that Sean and I can look at?"

Will smiled as he sipped his drink. "Better than that Eric, I've got a friend who owns an older one. He's got it configured for twelve passengers and he runs shuttles out to the Channel Islands. He's agreed to take Sean you and me for a flight tomorrow if you're interested."

I laughed at how well prepared Will was for this meeting. "Let me know when so I can notify my little lazy bones."

***

Barrett smiled as he sipped the bottle of the boy's second pale ale. "It's wonderful. You boys follow the recipe and the hidden rules of brewing. I'm proud of you."

"I'd really like to try an India Pale Ale Barrett."

The older man smiled and said, "I think that you're ready for that Jack. What about you two?"

"We'd like to continue with the pale ale we've been brewing but maybe change it up a bit Barrett."

Brian was certain what he wanted. "Maybe though, we could make it just a bit sweeter?"

"Absolutely Brian, just add this to your brew." Barret handed the boy a small bag. "It'll ad some sweet citrus to your ale. Not much but probably just enough."

"Now Jack, for your IPA, you'll need a carboy and all of the equipment. Do you have room in your home brewery?"

Jack laughed, "Are you kidding? We live in Joyous Gaurde. Room isn't a problem."

As Barret and the boys loaded up the supplies into the van, I noticed that Jack's supplies were tagged in red while the other supplies were untagged. A few cases of bottles and a full load of bottle caps followed.

When the loading was finished, Jack pulled out his wallet and was ready to pay Barrett.

"Oh no you don't Jack! This is a science project and I pay for it not you."

He smiled and gave me a silly grin. "Even if it came out of my wallet, it was still you who paid for it anyway right?"

I grinned at him and said, "Yeah, but if you'd paid for this, you'd have less money to buy me a birthday present, eh?"

He giggled and then he and I lifted the new carboy into the van and bid Barrett goodbye. I suspected that he was enjoying having our family as clients.

As we pulled into the estate, Jack made it clear that he would help the younger boys set up their brewing but that this first batch of IPA was his alone. He got no argument.

The Tucker Brothers Brewing Company was coming into full swing.

I had to laugh. Three of the richest boys in the entire world were worried about brewing their own beer.

***

Will had informed me that our flight was scheduled for ten o'clock tomorrow and I informed Sean.

"Kay Dad, that means that I'm sleepin' with you tonight, right?"

"Yes, little man, it means that you're SLEEPING with me and nothing else, got it?"

"Yeah you meanie." He grinned as he said it and then hugged me tight.

***

The plane was long, sleek and very attractive. It was painted commercially because it was used mostly for carrying passengers.

"Eric, say hello to Paul Helmold," Will said.

I thrust out my hand. "Hello Paul. It's kind of you to do this for us."

"Not at all Eric. It's a pleasure to show off this wonderful airplane. You are Sean I assume?"

My little man looked up at him and smiled. "Yes Mr. Helmold. It's very nice to meet you."

"Well Sean, since your instructor there has still got a cast on his ankle, you sit up front with me and those old guys will sit in the back."

"I've got to tell you what you already know, I suspect, that this is a turbo prop plane and it will require you to do some extensive practice. However, the basics are the same and so, I'm comfortable having you sit by my side. Here's the clipboard, let's go through the checklist."

Soon, we were racing down the cove and the plane was airborne. I didn't know if it was my imagination or not but it certainly seemed the plane climbed quicker and steeper than 'Duck'.

We flew for about forty five minutes and then landed rather silky-soft into the cove.

Sean just grinned as he thanked the man and I shook his hand.

"This was very good of you Paul."

"Not at all, Eric. I think the world of Will so, therefore, I think the world of you."

***

"OK then, let's order one but let's all agree what we want… so you, Sean and I will meet with people next week. I'm thinking either six or eight passengers certainly no more."

Will smiled. "I'll set it up boss."

"If we buy this plane, you know that you have a lot more training to do, right, Sean?"

"Yeah Dad but it'll be worth it."

I was sitting in the library with Doc Swaim, Tim and Gary and we were joking and just enjoying each others company.

Suddenly Daniel was standing at the door and he motioned me over. "I've received a message from the Ranch in Montana, Eric.

It seems that young Marty has been shot. I thought you'd like to know."

I ran to the telephone and called the ranch. A weeping Pete Riddle took up the phone.

"It was poachers, Eric, looking to kill our bison and take their skins and heads and Bronco came upon them by accident. He was just riding the fence and before he could even react, they shot him."

"Eric, he's such a good young man… such a good boy… and he was brought here to be safe and look what I've allowed to happen to him. His horse brought him home as he was sagged over his saddle."

"He called his horse 'Coal' and they loved each other and 'Coal' brought him home."

"Pete, I'm having high speed helicopters dispatched right now, they'll contain Doctors and medical teams. We'll take care of our cowboy. What about Paulie?"

"He's curled up on the floor like a little baby crying his eyes out. Those two boys love each other."

"I'm flying out as soon as I can get my jet cleared. The medics are already on their way. Please tell Paulie that I'm coming."

As John drove me to the airport, I couldn't help but think that I'd promised those boys that they'd be safe and now one of them had been shot and was perhaps dying.

"I'm a total fuck up John. I can't make anything come out right."

He came around the front of the car and wrapped me in his large arms. "No Eric. That's not even close to being true. Lately almost everything you do comes out right."

"Your sons are safe here. You go love those boys that care so much about. Marty will live. I just know it Eric. We'll all watch over the Tucker boys."

***

I walked over to my jet and shook the hand of Captain Lucas, accepted a drink and sank into one of the luxurious leather seats. I cared so much and hoped so much for that boy that I couldn't help being tearful at the same time, I realized that I had no control over his future.

As my jet landed, Pete was waiting. "The Medic choppers left about an hour ago and we haven't received a word since then, Eric."

I nodded. "I'm having a copter flown in so that we can get to the hospital quickly. What about the little boy… the Chef?"

"Paulie is devastated and almost catatonic. Those two are literally joined at the hip. If Howie dies, I don't know what Paulie will do Eric."

"Well, let's all get some sleep and fly into town and see what Howie's future is. We'll include Paulie on this trip and hope that it helps."

Chapter 13

To live a life with any expectation of happiness and satisfaction, we must survive those adversities that confront us no matter how large or small. We must overcome and ignore fear, pain, unhappiness and doubt. We must have a belief in a good out-come and do what we need to do in order to make that a reality.
Darwin himself once corrected early reviewers of his Theory of Evolution by explaining, "It isn't the biggest or the strongest that survive and evolve, nor is it necessarily the most intelligent. The ones who win the evolutionary race are the ones capable of adapting themselves to the situation confronting them in the quickest and best way."
I believe he was right. The dinosaurs were gargantuan but it was the little mammals that survived. The Ice Ages teemed with huge creatures but there are no mammoths, no dire wolves no saber-toothed tigers but there are many little rodents.
The mice have always been more adoptable than the big creatures that so (seemingly) were more destined for survival and moving forward on the evolutionary Que.
Adapt and survive or become extinct. It's that simple: be a rodent and live and evolve or become a dinosaur.

At first I wasn't startled when I realized someone had walked into my bedroom because, I was actually used to it happening. I quickly recovered from my pre-sleep grogginess and remembered where I was.

"Mr. T… could I come into bed with you and would you hold me? I'm so sad and I'm so scared."

"Paulie… of course you can. Just let me put on a pair of underpants because I usually sleep in the nude."

There was a slight delay in his response, which caused me to wonder if he was considering his reply. To my satisfaction he said, "OK, can I slip under the covers while you do that?"

"You bet young man."

I turned down the covers. I usually slept with the light at an almost dark level but I decided that tonight the room should be fully dark so I lowered the light while at the same time I quickly caught up my boxer briefs from the floor and pulled them on and slid in next to him.

"Would you hold me, Mr. T? I don't know what I'll ever do in this world if Howie should die."

I pulled him close to me and stroked his hair, neck, and back. "We're leaving early in the morning to see Howie, Paulie. It may not be very pretty but you certainly need to be with him."

"I know this is going to sound strange, Paulie but, if he was going to die, I don't think his stallion… Coal… would have brought him home. I believe that Coal knew what he was doing and I believe that's proof that he's going to survive. So let me hug you quickly and let's go to sleep"

He rolled into and against me and quite soon I detected the slow breathing that indicated deep slumber.

It wasn't so easy for me to fall asleep because I was thinking about little 'Bronco' lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life all because he had been doing something he'd learned to love and become so good at.

It occurred to me as, I sought sleep with a wonderful boy nestled against me; that perhaps when all was said and done, in the end, death was the final destination. Death was the finish line that we all raced for at our own pace and reached at our own speed.

That being said, for those of us who loved our lives, death was to be avoided as long as possible. Fighting against death was in the nature of a brave heart. Death was to so many people just ultimate surrender.

I didn't think that Howie would just surrender. He was too tough.

***

Pete's black, ten-gallon hat flew off his head as he approached the helicopter and one of the ranch hands grabbed it and brought it back to him.

"The damned things are only good for sun shade and keeping rain off your neck anyway. I don't know why we place such interest and concern in them," ee grumbled.

I grinned because I knew that Pete would rather be naked than without his Stetson.

As we were airborne, I said to Paul, who had been hugging me tightly, "Now you may not like what you see, Paulie because Bronco is really badly hurt, but he'll know that you're there and he'll be glad for it."

"Yeah, Cause we're really good friends and he'll be happy I'm there, It's just that I'm so sorry he's been hurt so bad." He began to cry and he was still sniffling as we touched down.

Howie didn't look nearly as terrible as I was expecting.

Truth be told, he looked in pretty good shape. His left arm was in a cast and he was wired like something from a science fiction movie, but he wasn't hooked up to a ventilator and he looked to be sleeping normally and peacefully.

He seemed to sense our presence and woke up with a big smile on his face. "Paulie! You came here to see me. You too, Pete… I really screwed up that fence ride huh?"

"Is that you Mister T? I guess I really disappointed you all didn't I? I know it sounds stupid, but I couldn't let those jerks slaughter our buffalo. I didn't know that they had guns and that they would use them I just tried to warn them off the ranch and they shot me."

"I'm glad that I never shot anybody back in the old street days because, take it from me, it really hurts. I'd be really sad if I had done that to somebody, especially you Mr. T."

"You'd never would have shot anybody, Howard. Not even me that day by the lake and you certainly didn't screw up or disappoint anybody son. We're all really proud of you and your stallion as well."

"What's cool is, I never fell out of the saddle and Coal just knew to take me home. He never stopped, he never wavered, and he walked as gently as he could. At some point, I passed out and the next thing I remember was Pete looking down at me as the guys were putting together a stretcher to take me into the house. Coal knew what was going on and he did everything he could to take care of me. I Love that horse."

"Well Howie, the doctors say that you'll be fine with some rest and recovery. When I was a kid and used to watch cowboy shows, the 'doc' always used to tell the good guys, 'It's just a flesh wound'."

"Well, it turns out that's true as far as you're concerned. Nothing major was touched but you did lose a great deal of blood. If it weren't for your magnificent horse, you'd probably be dead out there. You'd have bled out trying to get home. You're going to spend about seven days here in the hospital and I've got it set up so that there will be a bed in this room for Paulie."

They both grinned at each other and so I continued, "I think that Paulie would be happier being here with you and I'm sorry to say that the ranch will survive with someone else in the kitchen."

"They'll just appreciate me more when I'm back."

The youngster grinned as he hugged the arm of his friend.

***

We were sitting in my study and Richard was taking notes,

"They are a group of poachers. I don't know how many but they were enough to try and harvest our bison. Outside of the National Parks, we're one of the largest herds in existence and I won't allow poaching and I certainly won't allow shooting my ranch hands… especially when that ranch hand is Howie."

"They're probably still around or near the ranch and there have to be at least four of them. I'd have our guys stay near the bison… WAIT! What the hell am I doing telling you how to do your job? Sorry Richard. Just get these guys please."

His smile was warm and reassuring. "We're on it Boss. If a couple of buffalo hunters can get away from us, you'd better fire me and a whole lot more of us."

I suddenly realized that Richard and I were friends. It was what my father and Walter had probably been like. I felt a warmth in my heart and felt like I should say something but (of course) I didn't.

"Enough business tonight Richard. It's your turn to make the drinks."

He smiled and reached for my tumbler. Daniel was suddenly at the door. I smiled because he was so damned efficient.

"Daniel come in and make yourself a drink unless you have terrible news of course.

"Actually Eric, I have wonderful news but I will make that drink before I deliver it."

He walked to the bar with a smile and poured himself a single malt and I reminded myself that was one of the reasons I liked him so much.

He sat down and took a sip and with a smile on his face he said, "Pete Riddle called to tell you that they're releasing Howard from the hospital. He's going to drive there tomorrow to pick him up."

"Oh no, that won't work. That's almost a full day's drive." I got up from my seat and picked up the phone.

"Pete? It's Eric. I'll have a helicopter with an attending doctor at the hospital tomorrow morning. You stay on the ranch and get everything that the kid might need ready. Make up a room for the Doctor because he'll stay with you guys about a week."

The relief in his voice was more audible than his words.

I hung up the phone and smiled. "Daniel, it's your turn to make the drinks and then I've got to set up a helicopter and a doctor for tomorrow way out west."

As he poured the three glasses of single malt, Daniel said, "Well the doctor is no problem since we currently have two here, your jet is at the local airport and a telephone call can have a helicopter waiting at the hospital in Montana. In fact, Doctor Mohamed rather enjoys your exciting lifestyle so I expect he'd love this assignment."

"You astonish me, Daniel, but after you finish your drink, please get that all together."

"Consider it done Eric."

I smiled at him warmly and replied, "Daniel, when you are involved, I always consider it done."

***

Of the three boys, it was Brian who had become most attached to Howie and Paulie. Probably because it was him that they'd abducted: a sort of rapidly acquired Stockholm syndrome.

The news that Howie was going to be fine brought forth such a smile on his face that I felt a lump in my throat. "Can we go see them sometime soon Dad?"

"Absolutely Brian. Let's just give Howie about a month to heal and recover and then, we'll fly out there. I know that Paulie will be glad to see you."

"Thanks Dad!" He reached over and kissed me before he ran down the little hill onto the big lawn where his brothers were waiting.

It was just about soccer season again and I wondered where the time had gone. Had it not been for last soccer season, I'd never have met 'Spider' and ultimately not acquired a third son. It seemed like such a short time and conversely like it was forever.

I supposed that this was what love was like. I only knew that since the accident that took my parents and my brother, I'd never been so happy.

***

He was sitting on the edge of my bed and (as usual) running his fingers through my hair as he smiled gently down at me. "You're learning about justice and mercy very well Eric. For a while, we were worried about you because you were acting cruel and unthinking."

"Richard is not ready to give you advice in that regard so you need to depend upon yourself and lately, you've made good and fair decisions. Chang and Whyles needed to go but Tanner is salvageable and you recognized that. When you get the bison poachers, they probably don't need to die but they do need to suffer and we're certain that you'll handle that properly."

"You already know that Jack has more or less forsaken the sea and embraced the Skuggor. That is what we were hoping for. That doesn't rule out voyages and exploration for him because he will still become world famous for his discoveries."

"I know that's confusing for you so just let it happen."

"B-but Walter, sometimes it seems like I'm just dealing out death."

He smiled his secret smile."Eric, sometimes dealing out death is all there is to do."

He leaned down and kissed me and as I watched, he faded away and the moonlight was all there was left to see.

Brian was lying pressed tight against my side and he'd never moved a muscle. I smiled and closed my eyes and slept wonderfully.

***

They were grinning at me as I made a drink and sat down. Will was almost healed though the doctors were keeping him in a small cast for about three more weeks and he still used his cane jauntily and just loved it. I suspected that it had become part of his 'image' and that it would stay with him permanently and he'd always use the 'plane crash' as an excuse.

I thought to myself that he'd already figured out how to use the whole thing to attract the ladies.

"We kinda made our minds up Dad since you've been so busy with that stuff out in Montana. If money really isn't the object, we think that a Cessna 208BEX Grand Caravan is the way to go. Since the increased price is actually not that great, we think we should go with the Oasis leather luxury seating plan. That will allow a seating capacity of eleven though the rear seats can be folded down or removed."

"It won't be as nice as the jet but it will be really nice, Dad. It will carry a large amount of cargo as well as more passengers than we'd usually ever carry. It's not fast and it doesn't fly high. It goes on medium altitudes and flies just below 300 miles an hour and its range is less than a thousand miles. It's perfect for trips to the lake and other short trips."

"Outfitted by the factory, it will be amphibious so that it can make hard landings which adds to the safety factor. It will be perfect for when a bunch of us are going someplace and the jet would be overkill."

I smiled. "So, let's order one guys."

"There is a six month wait, Dad. so it may be over a year before we get her."

Will smiled at me, "Even at that steep price, Eric, they're selling them as fast as they can make them."

I grinned at both of them. "You two decide what colors you want it painted and Uncle Phil and I will take care of the rest of the details. You may be surprised that it won't take that long."

I was rewarded with a 'Sean smile'. "Nuthin about you is ever a surprise Dad."

***

I was standing near the field with Arlen and John waiting while the boys showered as Coach Cramford walked over. "Well guys, like they say; 'it's déjà vu all over again'. Jack's team is mostly intact with just a couple of changes and the younger boys' team is entirely the same with just a few additions to the bench."

"I've already told my 'trident' and the 'blue curtain' the news. Tonight I've got to call the boys who will be the bench sitters and the boys who won't make this triple A team at all this year. That's the hardest part of coaching but not one that I'll ever have with Tucker boys I suspect."

"The ones that won't make the AAA team will certainly be placed on a lower division team and I'm certain will have good fun and a wonderful time. No kid gets ignored here at Deer Run but you know that, Eric. I've already talked to Jack and he's agreed that besides playing, he'll help me out as an assistant coach with the younger boys like he did last year. He's one great kid Eric."

"Incidentally, Arlen, Coach Chino would like to talk to you about next season. If you can work it out, he'd like you to join his staff. He actually gives you a lot of the credit for this year's success. It would be a paid position though the 'paid' part is rather dubious which is why you won't be quitting your day job."

Arlen looked at me to see what my reaction was. I grinned at him. "Well Arlen, if you need recommendations to land this position, I'll certainly write you a glowing letter."

"Seriously, it's a short season and we'll be able to work around your schedule. If you can do for other little boys, what you've done for Sean and Brian, we're both giving a treasure to the world."

He nodded his head in gratitude. "After my injury I thought I was done with baseball but suddenly, it seems like I'm right back in it. You have no idea what this means to me."

Coach Cramford smiled and patted Arlen's shoulder. "Chino will call you in a couple of days Arlen and we'll all be happy for you to be on-board."

My three boys suddenly came pounding down the hill.

I smiled as I looked at them because, typical of teen-aged boys, they hadn't taken the time to towel-dry their hair so they (all three) looked like they'd climbed out of a lake and just pulled on some clothes.

"Our whole team is together again!" Sean was beaming and so was Brian.

Jack grinned and said, "Most of my team is the same as last year and I'm going to be an assistant coach for the little kids. Just like last year but this year, it's official. It's going to be a fun season."

"Well boys, on top of all of that good news, you might as well know that Deer Run is bringing on-board a new assistant Baseball coach. Since that's the news we weren't anticipating, I think we need to take 'Coach' Arlen out for a burrito."

The boys broke out in cheers and those cheers soon deteriorated into a chant, 'Coach Arlen! Coach Arlen! Brrittos, Brrrittos!'

"Ok guys let's turn that down a bit… in fact a whole lot." They grinned at me and wiggled like small slugs as they assumed poses of absolute innocence.

'Boys' I thought to myself. I love them, I just love them.

****

I watched in wonder as they devoured their second burritos as well as baskets of chips and salsa and bowels of frijoles beans. John, Arlen and I just sat sipping our beer looking at the devastation-taking place before us. There is no more eruptive combination than little boys recently filled with good news and faced with good food that had no end. They were eating machines and were wonderful to observe.

John turned to me and asked, "So, 'Little Walt' is going to turn into one of these?"

I grinned and grabbed his shoulder. "If you're lucky my friend… yeah just like these. We'll all work hard to make certain that's exactly what happens."

He smiled. "Nothing could be better than that, Eric and if he grows up like your boys, I'll be a happy man."

"John, he'll grow up to be your son. You'll be his father and Jenny will be his mother. He'll grow to be who 'Little Walt' is meant to be but one thing is certain. Between you, Jenny, Me and the boys… he'll grow up knowing that he's loved. There's not a better foundation for life than that in fact, I can't conceive of anything more significant."

"Thanks Eric"

John never made mistakes driving but this one time, he was so overcome by emotion that he reached over to hug me. I had just enough time to look back at the boys as the van tumbled off the road.

Chapter 14

There are occasional times when your thoughts; your sense of existence… your fears and your dreams will combine into a stark and often terrifying state of seeming reality.
This isn't madness or delusion; it is in fact, simply a flash of a view of an alternate state of existence that you don't need to actually face because; your true reality is such that you are safe from this other one.
After the fear of this brief experience, you need to take a deep breath and understand that you've done all you can do to escape this frightening substitute for your existence and it is just a mental hiccup and nothing more.
Bad things don't have to happen just because they can be imagined.

I was about to yell out to the boys to duck down but just before I did, I turned around and there were John and Arlen calmly sipping their mugs of beer. I turned and saw the boys gleefully finishing their burritos and noshing on tortilla chips and pico de gallo salsa.

My shock must have been obvious because John reached over and gripped my shoulder. "Eric are you alright? You suddenly look terrible."

I shook my head and gave him what I knew to be a sickly smile. "John, were we just talking about 'Little Walt'?"

His smile was tempered with confusion. "Well yes Eric, just a few seconds ago. I asked you if Walt was going to grow up to be a funny energetic boy like your three but you didn't answer. It was as if you were daydreaming. Then you got this look of fear on your face that scared the hell out of me and then, just as suddenly, it was as if you were back to earth. It might not be a bad idea for you to see the doctor when we get home. That was a bit scary."

I took a final sip from my beer. "Not as scary as it was for me John. I think I will see our Doctor."

It was obvious that we'd never gotten into the van, that John had never become distracted and that we'd never rolled off the road. It was an event that had never happened except in my mind.

I was stunned and frightened.

The boys hadn't picked up on any of the dialogue going on between us and therefore, nothing had bothered their joyful reverie.

Doctor Mohamed (my favorite) was currently in Montana looking after Howard but Doctor Larry was on duty in the infirmary and I went down to see him. We sat together and I told him about the imaginary car accident experience that had occurred while sitting in the restaurant.

"Am I going crazy? You have no idea how genuine that felt for a couple of minutes before I returned to the real world."

He smiled warmly. "No, you're not going crazy Eric, but you are under a great deal of stress and I'd suggest that you give yourself a serious rest. Take at least a ten-day vacation and get away from everything that's on your mind. You have highly skilled people working for you. Let them do their jobs."

"What happened to you was that a repressed fear or apprehension just manifested itself as a perceived reality due to a combination of stress,responsibility and personal emotion… it's irrelevant whether it was good or bad."

"In this case, you were overcome by what was essentially a fear that something bad was going to happen that would destroy your current happiness and in your mind for a few moments, it actually occurred."

"This isn't something we want to happen again so, to start with, let's send you on vacation. I suggest that you go alone. At the very least, don't bring more than one of the boys because I'd really like your attention to be on your own mental state. You really need to get away from everything and regain your mental and emotional equilibrium."

"Please tell me that you truly know that the car accident didn't happen."

I smiled weakly and said, "Yes Larry I know that it didn't happen but it certainly seemed real at the time."

He gave me a gentle look and said, "We need for you to get away for a while. No meetings no phone calls and no decisions that need to be made. You need to gear down before you have a serious nervous collapse. I'll prescribe a mild anti-depressant, which I want you to take precisely as I prescribe."

"This was a warning Eric… some people don't get them… so be grateful."

"We'll get together again tomorrow but before we do, I want you to decide somewhere to go where you can concentrate on relaxing, calming down and getting your mind off all your stress."

"I want you to cancel your meetings, all of your normal business routines and to get yourself gone in no more than two days and you're to stay away for no less than ten days… I'd prefer two weeks and three weeks would be even more preferable. It would be wonderful if you didn't even bring a cell phone but I realize that might be too much to expect from even the 'new' 'co-operative with his doctors' Eric."

I laughed, shook his hand and walked down to my study.

After pouring a drink, I picked up the phone and called Uncle Phil, Richard, Chris and Doc Swaim and asked them to meet me in my study as soon as they could break free.

They were all sitting with me in less than twenty minutes.

I explained the disturbing event and the imagined auto accident and then, I talked about what the doctor had suggested. "So, I've decided that I'm currently cutting myself off from daily business for at least three weeks and based upon the doctor's recommendation, I'm going to keep myself distant from everyone."

"The boys are about to begin a new soccer season and I want that to continue. Arlen and John will take care of them and get them to and from practice. Richard and Uncle Phil will keep things going for the three weeks that I'm gone. I can't stand the idea of being alone and so, Sean will be coming with me and he'll watch over my mental stability."

"So, Sean and I will be flying out in the morning. I've decided to rest at my cottage on Sea Island on the Georgia coast. I'll have my cell phone, but I don't expect any calls that are less than critical. Richard, when you grab those bison rustlers, hold them in the 'Steele Cunt', find out which of them were the shooters and we'll talk about them when I get back."

"If you have any questions or concerns, consult with Phil at once. He'll know if anything requires my attention."

I sat down with the boys and explained what was going on and told them that I was taking Sean with me and why. I wasn't surprised that they understood and agreed.

"Can we all come into your bed tonight Dad?"

"I don't think so Brian. I have to start really clearing my head. The only reason Sean is coming with me is that we have a shared connection to that part of the country that will keep my mind focused. Sean and I are getting up very early and leaving. We'll be gone for three weeks and when we return, I promise that I'll make it up to you two."

"Dad, you don't have to make up anything up to us. Everything that you do is wonderful and filled with love."

I choked back a tear and said, "Brian, you and Sean and Jack are my world and my whole reason for living. I couldn't imagine my life without you boys. Only Sean is going with me because the Doctor said that you shouldn't all come and that I should bring only one of you."

"We understand Dad."

I smiled at them both and said, "Then you two have three weeks to help get the soccer teams ready to go and I'll try and find ways to keep Sean in shape for the season opener. He may wind up running through a lot of sand."

I leaned over and kissed Jack and then kissed Brian. "I hope you understand that this doesn't mean I love you any less. I'm only following the doctor's suggestion. Now kiss me again because we'll be gone before you get up tomorrow."

After Sean had packed his suitcase, he came into my room teary-eyed. "D-dad, why do we have ta be separated? This just ain't right."

"It's for just three weeks Son and you don't have to be separated but, if you stayed here then I'd have to be alone and I don't want that… I don't think I could handle that. I don't think I could recover if I didn't have you with me. Do you understand that son?"

He looked into my face so seriously. "Yes Dad, I'm pretty sure that I do an I'm gonna do everything I can to help you with this thing."

"Thanks Sean. I'm hoping this will be a fun time and not a serious time spent together. It's supposed to be relaxing and recuperative… not anxious or worrisome."

Suddenly Daniel was standing by the door. "Eric, I know that you're about to cut yourself off from contact for a while; however, Doctor Mohamed is on the phone and I thought that you'd like to talk to him."

"Certainly Daniel. Thank you. Why don't you make a drink for yourself and one for me while I take this call?"

" Hello Eric, I just wanted to let you know that the little cowboy is doing great. He has no infection and no sepsis he's just still very weak from blood loss but he'll get over that soon.

I don't see any reason for me to stay out here for any longer. Therefore, I've got to tell you that I've had a conversation with my colleague and I'm wondering if you wouldn't mind if I joined you as an observer on your vacation."

"Your jet is currently on the runway here at the ranch and I can be on it and packed before it flies out to pick up you and Sean in the morning. It would not be my intention to be obtrusive, but rather just to observe. We're all simply concerned about your well-being."

I smiled to myself. "You're welcome to come with us Mohamed just as long as you understand that you won't share in all of the fun."

"That's fine Eric. As I told you, I'm really just going to be there to observe."

With a grin, I realized that Mohamed and Larry would be in constant communication, as would the other two I was certain.

It dawned on me that without actually talking to me about it, Richard had decided that Mohamed, Larry, Antonio and Joseph were my full time doctors on a rotating basis and frankly, I was fine with that.

"Well Doctor, you'd better get ready to leave because I expect to be on my jet in the early morning. I know that you're concerned about my health and I truly appreciate that. You'd better prescribe a sleeping pill or something for yourself because; you're certainly going to be in the air a long time tonight and tomorrow."

He laughed. "Well, if I begin to snore, just have me moved up into the cockpit because the crew certainly shouldn't be sleeping anyway."

"See you in the morning Doctor Mo."

I hugged Brian and kissed him. I knew that he was on the verge of tears but he was fighting it and trying to be brave. "I love you son and it will only be three weeks. Work hard on your studies and on your soccer team. I'm expecting to see the sharpest Spider yet."

He smiled and hugged me.

I pulled Jack into a tight hug and we exchanged a long loving kiss.

"Take it carefully and come back to us rested and ready Dad. I know how much stress you've been under and you need to take care of yourself. We'll be fine and I'll take good care of Bri while you're gone. Don't worry about anything here."

I kissed him again. "I love you Jack and I truly trust you so, I won't worry."

We walked down to the elevator and Jack and Brian walked down to their rooms and Sean walked with me into mine.

After I'd called Mr. Perkins; the custodian of my lovely cottage on Sea Island, Georgia to tell him that we'd be flying out and staying for three weeks, I couldn't tell if he was fine with that or a bit miffed because his comfortable life-style was about to be disturbed.

As I hung up the phone, I thought to myself; 'fuck him… he can do some real work for me for three fucking weeks instead of living comfortably in my luxurious beach front cottage as if it was his own'

I actually suspected that, after the visit from Sean and me a couple of years ago, he was hoping that I'd forget that I actually owned this property and would leave him alone. I decided that Mr. Lynn Perkins was about to learn that he worked for me or else, someone else was going to become my Sea Island Caretaker.

Sean pulled in close to me, threw an arm and a leg across my body, and nestled his head against my shoulder. "Dad, I'm sad that we're leaving without my brothers but I'm so glad that you've chosen me to go with you. I'm your first son and you and me were the first to love each other. I'm the one to watch over you and help you to heal… and you WILL get better Dad; I'll make sure of that. I promise."

I kissed the back of his head and rubbed my fingers through his thick black hair. I whispered, "Thank you son and I truly do trust you. Now though, let's get some sleep because we're leaving early. We're even having breakfast on the jet. Sleep… OK?"

He breathed deeply and almost sighed, "Kay Dad."

He was asleep almost instantly and I don't believe it took me very long to follow him.

Daniel's internal call shook me out of my very deep sleep. "Eric, I'm sorry to awaken you but the jet is 25 minutes from the airport and John is getting the van ready for you out on the car park. This would be a wise time to shower and I'll have travel mugs of juice and coffee ready for both of you down in the kitchen. Breakfast will be prepared for you on the jet."

I smiled at the man's efficiency. "Thank you Daniel, we'll be down in about ten minutes."

My little love bug had awakened and was sitting next to me bleary-eyed. "Come on little man. We get a quick shower and then off to the airport. No 'shower music' game this morning."

Typical of Sean, he hopped off the bed and moved into the bathroom. I followed and soon we were both under the wonderful shower-heads and with unusual swiftness were out and toweling off.

Richard was waiting at the back door, as was Doc Swaim (to my surprise). Sean (without being asked) carried our travel bags out to the van.

"Richard. You know that you're in complete control though, with Daniel here, I don't expect you'll have much to do. I expect you to make most decisions while I'm gone without needing to bother me. I've got my cell phone so you certainly can reach me if you need to."

"When you get the bison rustlers, just treat them as we usually treat our 'guests' at the Steel Cunt and we'll make a decision when I get back. Beyond that, keep everything and everyone well. Doc, take special care of the two staying behind. Keep them happy and keep them excited."

I walked to the van with my arm over Sean's shoulder. He was obviously quite tired but he was a trooper. I sort of pushed him into the van.

"Don't fall asleep son, we're only twenty minutes from getting on the jet and then you can sleep all you want."

He smiled sleepily up at me. "Kay Dad. Just help me stay awake alright?"

"Sure Punkin Pie." I pulled him close to me.

As we got out of the van and the staff was removing our sparse luggage, I turned to John. You and Arlen please go out of your way to make certain that Jack and Brian are as happy and busy as possible. OK, friend?"

In the darkness, I could see his frown. "How could you expect anything less, Eric?"

"I'm embarrassed that I even asked that John."

He smiled. "Have fun and come back well."

We climbed on board the jet and Sean was essentially spaghetti legged. I found a row of seats, pulled up the armrests and laid him down. I pulled a seat-belt around his middle and then laid a blanket over him. After a quick kiss, I moved to my seat and signaled the flight attendant.

I indicated that breakfast should be ready in an hour and then, accepted a single malt on ice.

After taking a sip I smiled as I realized that, stretched out in the row behind Sean, Doctor Mohamed was sleeping blissfully.

About five hours later, Captain Lucas buzzed me and indicated we were about to begin our descent into Brunswick Golden Isles Airport (formerly known as 'Glynco Airport').

Aside from waking up long enough to eat breakfast, Sean and Doctor Mohamed had slept through the flight. I'd actually taken a substantial nap as well. So we three were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as the jet touched down.

As we exited, Captain Lucas was standing by the door.

"Thanks as always Captain." I said as I shook his hand. "Either Richard, Phil or me will let you know when and where to pick us up. Until then, Phil will inform you of your schedule as usual."

He nodded his head in acknowledgment and then turned to Sean. "You were too sleepy this morning so we didn't get the chance to say 'hello' Sean but I understand you guys might have some big pontoon plane plans."

The boy smiled at his flying hero. "Nothing is finalized yet Captain, but yes, we're lookin' at something pretty special."

"I hope I'll get the chance to fly alongside of you when you get it."

"You can count on that Captain!"

"OK then, I'll see you guys in about three weeks."

We walked into the small but welcoming terminal and I expected to see Mr. Perkins waiting for us but he wasn't there. I looked around including searching the parking lot but there was no sign of my caretaker.

I led Sean and Doctor Mohamed into the little café in the terminal and we all ordered a sandwich and some drinks. While we were waiting to be served, I called his number. It went to answering mode the first time and that made me angry since his cell phone was paid for by my company but, I decided to try again and this time he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello Lynn. This is Eric Tucker and I was expecting to be picked up at Glynco."

"Oh… Oh Eric. I forgot to call and tell you that this is the monthly meeting of the Golden Isles Historical Society and I'm the president and there is quite a dispute going on about preserving a house on Union Street in Brunswick so, I haven't been able to get away. I'll try to be there in about thirty minutes. You should probably relax in the terminal."

I took a very deep breath. "No, Lynn, we'll rent a car and drive out to the cottage. I would strongly suggest that you be there waiting for us. If you're not there before us… don't bother being there at all."

I closed the connection and joined Sean and Doctor Mo for what turned out to be a perfectly enjoyable lunch.

I walked over to the ENTERPRISE counter and quickly set up a car for us and in fifteen minutes, we were headed across the causeway leading to St. Simon's Island and then onto Sea Island.

Mr. Perkins was standing by the door to greet us. "Welcome Eric." He smiled.

"I'm your boss and so, I'm 'Mr. Tucker'… don't presume familiarity. Please escort Doctor Mohamed to his room and then move mine and Sean's travel bags to the master suite and then, come back down and walk the property with me."

He almost bowed as he indicated Doc Mo and Sean to follow him. In several moments, he was back down and I nudged him into a tour.

We first entered the large open living room-family room. "Strange Lynn, I paid to have this big room painted a pail green. Unless I'm color blind, this room is beige." We walked through the large house and found none of the painting that the family had contracted for had actually been performed.

The bulk of the house was dusty and scruffy and it was soon obvious that Perkins had been using the Master Suite and living as if he was a rich man who had the right to live on this exclusive island.

"The cottage hasn't been re-painted Lynn but I cut a check for that two years ago. I paid for new carpeting but that's not installed."

"I think that you've been stealing from me, Lynn and I'm going to have you arrested. I've already set up the codes so that if you try to get off the island, you'll be stopped. You won't get away with this."

"What I'm willing to do is let you leave and never come near my family again. Pack up your stuff and hike down the causeway. After we've figured out what you stole from us we'll figure out what we'll charge you with."

"But-but Eric, I had to keep up the life style required here! I couldn't look like I was just an ordinary employee. I needed to have stature here."

I almost snarled, "You stole from my family you sonofabitch. Now put your belongings into the rental car I arrived in and get the hell off this island. You've got twelve hours to return the rental car and if you don't you'll be charged and hunted for grand theft auto. Get out of my sight."

Julia, a lovely young black woman prepared and served us dinner. It was a coastal Georgia specialty; Shrimp and Grits… and the three of us just inhaled it.

"Miss Julia, I've never tasted anything like this!" Sean exclaimed.

She smiled at him and said, "Well Sean, you probably need to spend more time here on the Georgia Coast."

After dinner, Sean and Mohamed were involved in a game of backgammon which was a game I'd never been interested in but it seemed to fascinate the boy.

From below the patio I heard the scream of a displaced tenant,

"I'll fucking sue you sonofabitch!" as he roared down the drive and onto his (hopefully) final trip down the Sea Island Causeway.

I walked into the kitchen quietly. "So Julia, sit down and tell me about yourself."

She smiled as she took a seat. "Well Mister Eric, I been the part time service woman here. Never got any full time work but I sure was expected to be available when I was needed. Mr. Perkins… he sure expected us to be available as needed. It wasn't but three years ago that I realized that he didn't own the house."

"Tell me about your family Julia."

"Well, Henry and me have two little boys and Henry works as a journeyman carpenter. He's actually a jack of all trades." She smiled.

"Would you and your husband join us for breakfast tomorrow and then, could we have a meeting?"

Her eyes were wide but she smiled. "Of course Mister Eric."

Chapter 15

When you have lost our way and all that you can recognize is despondency and fear, you must begin to work on yourself.
It is essential that you find tranquility to immure you from this mindset.
You need to get your heart, soul and mind back into unity in order to protect you from the dread and horror that are ultimately not so very real.

As I awakened, Sean was out like a light and I carefully slid out of bed and jumped into the shower. I pulled on some shorts and a polo shirt and walked down stairs.

As I walked into the room, I realized that it was filled with chatter and laughter. Gathered in the kitchen were Julia, a handsome and well-built man and two absolutely gorgeous young boys.

"Good morning you all. Sean is still sleeping and so is Doctor Mohamad. This gives us time to get to know each other,"

Julia smiled and said, "Mister Eric, this is my husband Henry."

I took his firm handshake. "I'm very glad to meet you Henry."

"I'm sorry that they're here but I had to bring these little terrors along so, please meet Todd he's eleven and Luke here is nine."

The boys looked at me with glistening brown faces and devilish grins and shook my hand as they were introduced. "I'm glad to meet you boys. I suspect that your parents are going to ensure that you grow to be fine young men. I'm already impressed.

So, my son is being a slug-a-bed. Why don't you go get him and drag him out to the pool? You can all have your breakfast later."

I led the two adults to the chairs in the dining area and Henry and I had cups of coffee. "As of last night Mr. Perkins no longer works for me and has no relationship with this house. I need people that I can trust to maintain this property honestly and professionally I'd like to think that's you. I want the both of you to work for me here."

They both looked at me shocked.

I didn't give them much time, I simply handed them the proposals I'd prepared and printed last night.

These were offers to Julia and Henry and they were shocked as they read them. Individually, they each represented considerably more than they'd ever earned, together, they amounted to a mind-blowing income and I hadn't finished discussing the proposals yet.

I paid my important employees extravagantly. That was a fact greatly appreciated by them and earned me great loyalty as well as extraordinary job performance.

In a few instances (such as the now dismissed Lynn Perkins), rather than being appreciated, these compensation packages were taken as a sign of lassitude and weakness. Such employees were dismissed as soon as this attitude was discovered.

"Mister Tucker is this for real?"

"You bet, Julia. I take care of my important people. You'll also move into the caretaker's house. It has three bedrooms which will handle your wonderful family. Mr. Perkins was supposed to be living there but it seems he felt the need to occupy the big cottage as well as the master suite."

"By the way, you'll live in the Caretaker's house rent-free so you can add your current rent into your compensation package as well. If you agree, I'd like for you to start moving in tomorrow."

"I like to know that my properties are well cared for, and I trust that you and Henry will do that."

"Henry, your salary should be more than sufficient to allow you to spend most of your time here on the property with your family, but if you receive an offer for outside jobs, feel free to accept them just so long as they don't interfere with the care of my cottage and grounds."

"We also need to think about the boys so; I'm going to have them enrolled in Frederica Academy on St. Simons Island. It's a wonderful private school that goes right through High School so, they won't have to change schools and friends that I know they're going to make. This way, they won't have to be bussed to Brunswick every day and the small classroom sizes will allow them personal and expert attention from the staff. We need to ensure that they both receive an excellent education."

Henry stared at me and asked, "Mister Eric, why are you doing this for us?"

I smiled (because it felt so good), "Henry, I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do: Nothing more and nothing less. From the moment I met Julia yesterday, I had a hunch, and this morning I met you and your two boys and I was convinced."

"Your family will treat this property with love and respect. You would not use it to inflate your perceived position. You would never goof off, put on airs or disrespect this wonderful cottage or this property. I allow many people to use this cottage over the course of the year. You'll never be surprised by the arrival of such people… except by me of course." I grinned at them.

"You'll always have lots of warning before someone shows up. At those times Julia, I expect you to be prepared to provide meals for them unless they choose to dine elsewhere; which I'm certain will be often by the way."

"Henry you will drive them and usually pick them up at the airport and offer any other aide and assistance that they require. If they are here, it's because they are important to me so, beds will be made, towels changed… you know the drill; hospitality will be your first concern. If nobody is staying here… mi cassa su cassa. You and the boys use the pool and every other amenity on the property."

I took a sip of my coffee and smiled at them, "So, do we have a deal guys?"

Julia got up and hugged Henry then she turned to me with a smile, "How do you want your eggs boss?"

I grinned. "Three over easy with wheat toast if we have wheat bread. If we don't, remember that I like it next time I'm here."

Things were interrupted by the raucous laughter of three boys as Sean entered the room with Todd and Luke. They were all naked and giggling like lifelong friends.

"Boys! What are you doing with no clothes on?"

"Momma, Sean told us that's how he swims back home an we wanted to try it."

"I don't pretty much care how you swim Luke but I certainly do care how you stand before your Momma and I certainly care how you stand before guests. Now the three of you go get on some pants and then hurry on down for breakfast!"

I glanced over and Henry was giggling. "Boys… aren't nothing like them. They are the joy of my life. The best thing that a man can do is to guide his young boys into this old world properly Mister Eric."

"I agree with that my friend."

I accepted my plate from Julia and dove into my breakfast.

Shortly, the apple of my eye came into the room. "Dad, Todd and Luke say that they're going to take me seining for shrimp and harvesting oysters… won't that make for a great supper?"

I glanced at Henry who just nodded quietly. "OK boys. We're counting on you to produce a wonderful meal. Henry, you and I will spend a morning changing credentials for you guys confirming your rights to live on and maintain the property and access to get on and off the causeway. Then we'll register Todd and Luke in the Academy."

"Julia, please look around the Caretaker's House and let me know what needs attention and don't be embarrassed to suggest any improvements or changes. It's going to become your home."

"You're gonna make me cry Mister Eric."

"No Julia, you two are going to make me happy. I'll feel so much better about this cottage. Henry, let's get to it."

It took until two o'clock before we'd gotten everything done. I had Lynn Perkins' codes and credentials canceled and the Tarlton's established with codes and all requirements. Enrolling Todd and Luke into Frederica Academy turned out to be relatively simple. My name was recognized and the paperwork moved smoothly. The boys were scheduled for testing tomorrow.

"I don't know how much those scamps are going to like that," Henry laughed as we walked back to the car.

"Oh, they'll probably hate it but once they're established in the school, I suspect they will be happy to have gone through this."

"So Henry, there will be times that you'll need to represent me personally so, we need to improve your wardrobe."

I directed him to an old and well-respected haberdasher located in an upscale little mall; 'The shops at Sea Island'… the best choice in the area.

I had him fitted for three suits, two blazers and six pairs of slacks (three grey and three tan). We also picked up a dozen oxford-cloth dress shirts (six white and six light blue) and I helped him select a dozen neckties.

I paid the substantial bill and Henry just looked on bewildered.

"They'll be ready in a week so, make certain you pick them up Henry. I'm going to instruct Julia to go shopping for some up-scale clothing for herself. I'll talk to her tonight."

"You're blowing my mind Mister Eric."

"No, Henry, you and Julia blow my mind and I'm happy to have you on my team. By the way, if you work for me, I'm 'Eric' not; 'Mister Eric'. Let's go have lunch where should we go?"

He grinned over at me. "Does it have to be fancy or just good?"

"Just good Henry."

"Then, we're going to Willy's Weenie Wagon" on the mainland.

He smiled as we drove down the causeway to Brunswick.

"Have you ever had a pork chop sandwich Eric?"

"No, I don't think I've even heard of a pork chop sandwich, Henry."

He smiled over at me and said, "Then you're in for a real treat. I hope you don't mind sitting at a wooden picnic table and eating out of a paper bag. I promise that your tongue will thank you. Oh, I should tell you that you'll be drinking sweet tea because they don't serve beer there. You still ok with that?"

I smiled at him as we reached the end of the causeway. "That all sounds great to me Henry and the idea of a pork chop sandwich is fascinating."

Willy's Weenie Wagon turned out to be an essentially cinder block building standing alone on the very busy Altama Road in Brunswick, Georgia. It was after two o'clock so it wasn't terribly busy though it was still a bit of a problem to find a parking space. This unimposing little joint was quite popular.

Smiling broadly, Henry said, "Trust me on this Eric. This place serves great hot dogs but there are great hot dogs available all over the world. When I was in the Marines, I got moved all over the place and every town claimed to have some little joint that served the best hot dogs in the world and they're all usually excellent but trust me on this… this place claims to serve the best pork chop sandwich in the world and I believe it to be true."

Henry walked up to the outside ordering window and ordered four pork chop sandwiches a large order or fries and two sweet teas. He reached for his wallet and I pushed him aside. "When I dine with my important staff Henry, it's always on the company."

He grinned and said, "I like that idea a lot Eric."

We sat on benches at one of the outdoor picnic tables waiting for our number to be called, we made small talk, and I asked him about his service.

He gave me a funny look and softly replied, "Eric I was just a grunt when Desert Storm broke out and I was proud and determined to serve with honor even though we heard that Saddam had the most exquisite army in the Middle East."

That turned out not to be true and we kind of ate them up but I'm not proud of some of the things we did and the way some of our troops behaved. Even though I'd enlisted in the Marines, I'd never thought that I'd kill anybody and before the experience was over, I'd killed people… some of them I don't think needed killing."

"I must have pleased my superiors because when they brought me back stateside, they brought me to Pendleton in California and knocked me up the ladder and suddenly I was training recruits. I loved it out there in San Diego. The weather was the best I've ever experienced. The only problem was that off-base, there wasn't much of a black community and while there was never any animosity; anytime you went in the local towns, you always got the impression that they wished you'd go someplace else."

"Well, I knew I wasn't inferior to any of them. I could have gone to college… I'd had a scholarship offer from the University of Tennessee… but I'd gotten caught up in the patriotic frenzy after the 9-11 toppling of the Twin Towers and I'd joined the Marines."

"Eventually, I got bumped up to E6. One fine day, I was looking at my group of enthusiastic young white, black and brown boys doing calisthenics out on the field and it somehow struck me that the world had changed."

"Instead of being the major manufacturing nation in the world, overnight we'd become the world's policemen. Instead of providing steel and machinery, we were producing young men to fight and die in other nation's fights… to bleed into the ground of strange countries where the locals had no interest in fighting for themselves. Every fucking day… they ran away and our boys died. Not a day passed without a coffin containing some brave American being shipped back stateside."

"I don't know where that insight came from… it just struck me like an epiphany. It seemed to me that our major national product had become the blood and the flesh of our greatest treasure… our children."

"It was too much for me and when it came time to re-up, I declined. I took my money and bought me some tools and a nice van and kinda 'handy-maned' my way 'cross the country. I somehow wound up in Brunswick and soon my eye caught this pretty little girl in church."

"Over time, even though all I had goin' was regular handy-man work, she agreed to marry me. God blessed us with two wonderful little boys. I'm older than her but by God, we love each other a lot."

Just at that point, our number was called and Henry got up and went to the tall window. He returned with two bulging paper bags and then went back and retrieved two large foam cups with straws.

He passed me my bag and smiled. "This ain't elegant Eric but it's delicious."

I grinned at him. "Henry, believe it or not, this isn't very different from how I eat when I'm in town back home except that it's a little Mexican joint. If I bring you out for a meeting one day, we'll have lunch there."

I pulled one of my sandwiches out of the white bag. It was a long soft roll and I peeked inside… a flat slab of boneless pork covered with onions and obvious seasoning that I couldn't identify if my life depended upon it. There was also seasoned mustard.

I raised it to my mouth and my taste buds danced. I smiled across the table at Henry and as he bit down into his own sandwich, he winked at me.

"Jeeze Henry! How damned good is this?"

"I told you Eric," he chuckled.

"I'd never heard of such a thing before I first came here. This little joint has been here forever though. I was working a construction job and a co-worker brought me here. I was hooked forever. After a few days of their wonderful hot dogs, I tried the pork chop sandwich and it was love at first taste. Julia thinks I'm nuts. I guess it's a guy thing."

"There really was a 'Willy'… he died several years ago and 'Mrs. Willy' passed on recently but the quality of the food hasn't deteriorated."

We were driving back along the causeway and I was gazing out the window at the brown/green marshland when he spoke softly, "You didn't expect that kind of a story from a black man did you?"

I snapped to attention and replied, "Henry, you can believe this or not but I've not for one second considered your color. I'm very rich and yes, I've always had staff waiting on me but their race and color has never been of any importance… only their skill and value."

"I've learned to value people based upon their significance and worth as human beings."

"Your story is very interesting but it has nothing to do with my decision to turn over management of the property to you and Julia. The love in your family was the trigger and Henry, some white families love each other just as much."

We grinned at each other almost simultaneously.

I realized that I truly liked Henry and we were sitting out on the old brick patio sipping on glasses of scotch when Julia almost charged onto the patio.

"Now you two… let's talk about this stuff! The caretaker's cottage is gigantic but our furniture is too little. The boys will have their own rooms but we've only got bunk beds…"

"Wait Julia! Aren't there beds in all of the rooms? Isn't the cottage fully furnished?"

"Yes Mister Eric."

"Well, all of the furniture in the cottage is yours so what's the problem?"

She stood almost stunned.

"Just bring over those things that are special and precious to you and give away or sell the rest. I expect you guys will be my caretakers forever. And I want you to be my caretakers by tomorrow."

Henry got up and laughed and poured a glass about a quarter full of scotch.

"Here, Baby, drink this and calm yourself down."

She looked at him with fire in her dark eyes, "Henry Tarlton! You know that I'm a staunch Baptist! Why are you tryin' to tempt me?"

With that, she took the glass from him and drained it in one long pull. They both laughed loud and lovingly and he pulled her into his arms. When they'd calmed down, I looked at them and seriously said, "Until you mentioned religion Julia, it never occurred to me that I needed to tell you that I'm gay."

"Where I live most of the time that's no big deal but I know this is the so-called 'Bible Belt'. I'm suddenly hoping that's not a deal breaker between us."

They both looked at me for almost a minute before they broke out grinning. "Mister Eric, even in the 'Bible Belt' there are REAL Christians. We don't care who the hell you love just so long as you LOVE. You've already shown us the love and kindness in your heart."

I felt tears were close in my eyes. "Thank you Julia."

"Now that I know that we're movin' into the house fully furnished, I could make a quick trip back to Brunswick and pack up some clothes and shampoo, tooth brushes and paste and stuff like that and we could move in tonight. I want the boys to be dressed nice for their evaluations tomorrow."

"We can do the rest of the moving slowly because our rent in Brunswick is paid through the end of the month. My only concern now is that the boys might be unsuccessful in providing supper."

Henry ran a hand down her arm. "Baby, when have those boys been unsuccessful catching shrimp and harvesting oysters? You just worry about a salad and maybe some mac and cheese."

No sooner had he spoken than Sean and Luke climbed up the grassy banks carrying a burgeoning sack of what was apparently oysters and they were followed by a grinning little Todd toting a huge sack of what was obviously shrimp.

Henry broke into a grin. "See Mistah Tucker, us po' black folk knows how to live off de land."

I grinned and replied, "Yes and us rich white folk are happy to pay through the nose for stuff like this."

The boys had brought so much that we decided to just shuck the oysters and boil the shrimp and Julia made a quick salad.

Sean loved learning how to shuck oysters and typically, he learned quickly. We were soon pigging out as we all sat on the patio overlooking the tranquil ocean.

As things slowed down, we gently let the boys know that they were moving into the caretaker's cottage and that they were moving to a new school.

"Tomorrow your Dad is taking you for an evaluation. That's not a test… there are no wrong or right answers. You can't fail it's just a chance for the school to get an idea how to place you and properly proceed with your education. You guys will do great."

"OK Mr. Eric" Luke said.

"I expect great things from you two. I know that you won't disappoint me."

I reached over and grabbed my little love bug and whispered in his ear, "Tomorrow, we're going to climb the lighthouse and then we're going to kayak through the marsh. Just us and it will be fun, my son."

We went into the house and up to our room and we giggled as we undressed and showered.

As we dried off, I stroked his thick black hair and paused shortly just to remember how much I loved him.

He looked up at me with a quizzical look on his face. "Dad is somethin' wrong?"

I smiled down at him and brushed his cheeks with my fingers.

"Only if loving you is somehow wrong, sweet child of mine."

We walked out onto the balcony and across the property we could see Henry, Julia and the boys carrying their bags into the caretaker's house getting ready to spend their first night there.

Sean leaned over the railing. "Good night all you Tarltons! See ya in the morning!"

They turned and smiled up at us. "Goodnight you Tuckers. Sleep good!" Henry called back.

At that, we all moved happily to bed.

Chapter 16

Seeing everything with joy, excitement and wonder is one of the most wonderful attributes of youth. Many of us lose that ability as we mature but; for those lucky few who retain it, the world (and life) never really grow old.
The trick of course, is to try to look at everything as if you were seeing it for the first time. You need to attempt to do this every day and to do it with the joy of youth.
We never grow too old for this exercise. The world is out there waiting for us; filled with magical things that weren't ever really hiding… they were just waiting for our senses to grow sharper and perhaps just a bit more youthful.

The St. Simons Island Lighthouse stands on the southern tip of that beautiful island off the coast of Georgia. It looks out upon the Atlantic Ocean, the Saint Simon's sound, Jekyll Island (just across the sound) as well as a large stretch of the mainland. It was built in 1872 and stands 102 feet tall. The Coastal Georgia Historical Society meticulously maintains it.

Its light room contains a third order Fresnel lens capable of throwing out a triple beam that can be seen on most nights for twenty-three miles. The third order Fresnel lens is one of only seventy such that remain operational in the world.

The lighthouse is still an operating aide to navigation and throws its beam from sunset to sunrise every night. The light and lens are maintained by the Coastguard Auxiliary.

Despite the fact that it remains a fully functioning lighthouse and navigational aid today, visitors are permitted to climb to the top during the daytime and walk around the gallery. The reward for completing the ascent is to be enchanted and awed by the stunning vistas that can be seen from that pinnacle.

The gallery is gained by climbing a spiraling wrought iron staircase of exactly 129 steps. A sparse few windows and some equally sparse electric lamps illuminate the interior of the tower. Therefore, the climb is accomplished in semi-darkness, which actually increases the adventure.

Sean was a vigorous and very fit thirteen-year-old boy, he was gleefully making his way up the spiral stairs, and I was following behind him admiring how the globes of his wonderful butt rolled around in his khaki shorts as he ascended the 129 stairs.

We both blinked as we came through the doorway out onto the gallery and faced the bright blue sky. The difference in illumination between the darkness of the tower and the bright daylight was almost overwhelming, but our eyes soon adjusted and he quickly broke into a wide grin.

"What am I seein' Dad?"

I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pointed, "That big bridge that you see out there is the 'Sydney Lanier bridge'. When I was your age, it didn't exist. There was just a little drawbridge there. We'll drive over it tomorrow because we're going to spend the day on Jekyll Island, which is that island over there."

"The entire canopy of trees you see before us is St. Simon's Island… the south side… and the trees you can just barely see out there, that's Sea Island where we're currently staying."

"The light is where it is in order to guide incoming ships through the sound and away from sandbars. Until 1934, its beam was created by a kerosene lantern magnified by this magnificent Fresnel lens. The Lighthouse Keeper was required to climb these stairs in the early evening carrying two cans of oil, fill the lamp and light it. He would then climb the tower an average three more times each night to trim the wick on the lamp and re-fuel it."

"That was a hard life, Little Man, but, in 1934, they replaced the kerosene lamp with a 1,000 watt lightbulb and shortly after that, they retired the Lighthouse Keeper and maintenance of the light became the job of the Coast Guard. So, to answer your question far more simply Sean, what you're seeing all around you is a great deal of beauty and history."

He smiled up at me and snuggled against me as we walked around the gallery.

"How about lunch Tiger?

Going down is a lot easier than climbing up."

He giggled and headed down the staircase.

***

We were sitting at a rather small table in an extremely popular restaurant in the "Village" that was particularly popular with tourists and well frequented by locals especially after the visitors left.

Sean was almost overwhelmed. He'd finished his large cup of 'she-crab-soup' and was now digging into his plate of crab cakes.

Most people in the country focus on Maryland and North Carolina when they think of crab cakes but those in the know are aware that South Carolina and Coastal Georgia are very much in contention.

"Dad… this isn't like anythin' we ever eat at home."

"Don't you like it Sean?"

"Course I like it. I love it Dad, it's just so different' from what Mrs. Edwards cooks for us."

"Well, Sean, you've got to understand that most of what we've been eating since we got here is fresh harvested from the Atlantic Ocean right here off the Georgia Coast. The shrimp are fresh, the crab are fresh, the fish are fresh and… as you know from your adventure yesterday… the oysters are fresh. There's no more magical place in the country if you love this kind of seafood and YOU certainly love seafood, Sean."

"Here in the golden islands of the coast, they have many special ways to cook these local resources that depend upon the freshness of the ingredients just like when we first got here and Julia cooked us shrimp and grits. It almost blew your mind didn't?"

"This is local cooking in a part of this area of the country that is blessed with wonderful fresh products. Back home, we have the finest products but most of our seafood, for instance, has to be flown in so there is often that small difference. The shrimp that we eat at Joyous Gaurde are flown in just for us but the shrimp you've been eating here are basically right out of the water That's why I keep the house on Sea Island even though I seldom come out here more than two times a year. I just love the food."

"When you're better Dad, can we come back here with my brothers?"

I smiled at him and recognized how important our family was to him.

"Absolutely, Love Bug. I think we'd all have a wonderful time together."

***

We'd driven back to the cottage.

Julia was on St. Simon's Island with the boys while they were being evaluated by the private school. Henry was in the drive, attaching the two kayaks to the rack on top of the SUV.

Sean and I were in the bathroom of our bedroom completely naked. As I looked at him with a saucy little grin on his face, the desire to drag him over to the bed was almost over-powering but I resisted.

"Beautiful as this part of the country is Sean, in OUR part of the country there are no stinging, biting flying insects. The little bugs here, are so voracious and so overwhelming, that they can make you never want to go outside."

"This stuff I'm going to spray you down with, will repel them while we're paddling through the marsh grass. It's effective for at least five days. It's waterproof so it will still work even after swimming. Skuggor scientists developed it about eleven years ago and we haven't yet released the formulae because in some parts of the word, being 'invisible' to the biting insects gives us tremendous advantage over an adversary who is exposed to them."

"Now, stand still and close your eyes. I'm going to spray every inch of you including your hair."

He scrunched his eyes tight and stood smiling with his lips closed and I began a methodical covering of his beautiful body. As the spray touched his flat little belly, he giggled. He'd opened his eyes and I continued down his boy body.

At some point, he'd obviously gazed over to a mirror. "Holy guacamole! Dad… what's goin' on?"

I was startled for a moment before I realized that as the repellant made its first contact, the skin turned a bright orange. It lasted about fifteen minutes as the formula was taken into the skin. Gradually, the skin color returned to normal.

I explained all this to him and apologized for forgetting to warn him.

"Whew, that makes me feel better Dad! For a minutes there I was afraid I was gonna go through life orange an' I couldn't unnerstan' why you'd want me lookin' like a 'Cheetos'!"

That made me laugh but I couldn't hug him yet… the spray was still doing its absorption thing.

"Not only will you not be a 'Cheetos' Sean, as you'll find out as you spray me down, the orange color will be less after every time you've applied the repellent. I'll only take about six minutes and someone… say likeRichard… who's used it tactically for years; it takes only about two minutes."

"Now, it's your turn to spray me down, Tiger Cub because we want to get out into the marsh before it's much past ebb."

"Who's Ed Dad?"

"No… 'Ebb' Sean. Tides rise and fall depending upon the movement of the earth although greatly affected by the moon and other factors. There are four specific stages in judging the tide. High tide is the point when the water is deepest and closeted to the shore. Ebb is when the water is beginning to pull back from the shore sort of like half way between High and Low. Low Tide is when the water is furthest away from the shore and then there's Flow Tide, which is when the water is flowing back to high tide."

"As the world turns, the ocean sort of swirls and rolls across the planet in a rather regular manner. Professor Swaim can certainly explain it better but actually, I think I just did a pretty good job."

He meticulously sprayed me down and we waited long enough for neither of us to look like cream sickles before we put on our board shorts and walked out to the drive.

"Henry, Julia should be back by six with the boys. How about we plan on going out to dinner? I was thinking about the 'Red Barn" for some powerful steaks… too much great sea food can ruin your perspective on life."

He grinned and said, "Whatever you say, Boss Man. You've already blown my mind."

Sean and I drove off the island, over the short causeway and across the larger island and down the longer causeway and parked at the landing.

Sean knew how to operate a kayak from his time at the big cabin at Ossa Largo so I just brought the two craft down from the top of the vehicle and Sean pulled them to the edge of the water.

"This will be so much more fun without the bugs, Little Man." I said as I set my GPS devise.

We strapped on our life jackets and drifted out onto the water. Seconds later, we were paddling through the reeds and enjoying the turtles and giant flies and the occasional alligators. Even at ebb tide, there were times that the marsh reeds obscured our view and I realized that it was actually possible to get lost in the marsh and die.

It happened a couple of times a year.

As we paddled through the tall marsh grass, it was soon as if we were the only people on earth.

We quietly observed birds that seldom showed themselves on land. Sean was astonished as we came upon a huge stork nest in the tall branches of a dead tree.

"They re-build this nest year after year Sean. It's like an ancestral home for them."

"Why did they build a nest in a dead tree Dad?"

"When they first built the nest, this tree was very much alive. Over time though, generations of storks have pooped all over this tree and eventually, that accumulated poop killed the tree. There's an old saying; 'a wise man doesn't poop where he sleeps'… these storks will find that out, but it will be too late."

He gave me a dazzling 'Sean smile'

We'd been out in the marsh for about an hour and a half and I realized that we'd better start heading back. "Don't worry Sean, we can come back whenever you want. Remember that we own the cottage."

"I keep forgettin' stuff like that Dad."

We had pulled into the car park of the cottage just as Julia and the boys pulled in behind us.

I waved and asked, "How did it go?"

She smiled and said, "Actually very well. Neither of the boys needs very much remedial tutoring though it will be available as required. The campus is beautiful and the boys are very excited. Our old car certainly got some looks though. I hope the boys won't be ostracized because we're not rich."

"Well in the first place, I'd already checked into that. Not every family with a child attending is 'rich' and they are all accepted. Should I hear of any problem, I assure you Julia, we'll nip it in the bud."

"As far as the car though, I was planning on talking to you and Henry I just didn't think about potential embarrassment at the school or we'd have done it differently."

"The SUV which is the main vehicle for this estate should now become the utility vehicle; the vehicle that you or Henry drive on a daily basis. We'll match her up with a new SUV that will be the 'estate' vehicle. It will be used for property business such as picking up and escorting my guests around the Island but it will also be used for dropping off and picking up the boys at school and any other place so, take your old car and sell it. You've got better transportation now."

"Now, before I leave, I've got to deal with Henry and that old heap of a pick-up truck of his. That might turn out to be a bigger problem."

The boys were still dressed in their 'good' clothes and they were so excited that they out wiggled Sean. "An Mr. Eric, we get to play sports the real way and I'm trying out for the soccer team."

"That's great Todd. Frederica has a very competitive and successful soccer program but I hope you're trying out for the learning team first of all."

He grinned. "Oh yes sir. Truly, its learning first and Luke an me understand that."

Just at that point, our steaks arrived and the boys had no further interest in conversation. Julia, Henry and I just smiled at each other as we watched the three boys become carnivores.

To me it was a perfect view into what the world could so easily be; a young white boy giggling and leaning into two black boys as they wiggled and shared their mutual glee and pleasure.

"Perhaps you boys could keep the howling down and finish your dinners like civilized gentlemen?"

The three of them looked at Julia and for a moment, it appeared as though serious consideration was taking place and then, simultaneously, they exploded into giggles.

Julia shook her head and turned to me. "I'm sorry Mr. Eric but I can promise you that tonight two little butts are going to be scalded."

Henry leaned in and spoke softly, "Julia, think about what's going on. We've been moved into the wonderful cottage that is like a mansion to us. The boys are suddenly enrolled in the best school in the area and they've made a new friend. What is so bad about any of this? Why can't they enjoy what god has given to them?"

She looked at her husband and a long tear rolled down her beautiful cheek. "I'm sorry Henry, it's just that our lives have suddenly become so wonderful that I just want them to behave as perfectly as possible. I don't want them to act like little…"

"Don't say it Julia! They were simply acting like little boys and THAT'S what they are. The truth is that they're good boys and you should be proud of them. Don't expect them to be more than that. There is no 'perfect' among mankind."

"Henry is right Julia," I jumped into the conversation. "They're just happy boys. Let them be that. They don't get that many years to be little boys and trust me; it's not nearly so much fun to be a man."

"If I may be so bold as to interject" Doctor Mohamed said, "In this instance, the three boys have not been rude or impolite, but it is impossible to expect young boys to sit still or not amused by the entire world. This is a part of their coming of age. Mrs. Julia, allow them their youth and smile with joy at their adventures which as I've seen are innocent and charming. They'll soon have the rest of their lives to be serious and somber."

"Well, I suppose that I've been ganged up on tonight. The beatings are suspended," she giggled and cried at the same time.

"Thank you Eric, you've changed our lives and I'll try to not be so stiff-backed because my boys are wonderful boys and they will become wonderful men but you're right; they should be allowed to be wonderful BOYS first."

The boys were lost in their own giggling among themselves and so, they were brought up short when their plates of Bennie's famous pecan pie were placed before them.

Henry and Doctor Mo soon joined in the feeding frenzy while Julia and I enjoyed a cup of coffee and smiled.

I looked across the table and watched my little man wiggle and giggle and shoulder punch the two beautiful black boys on either side and I realized that hate was created by parents… hate was created by adults… by older bitter people.

Children didn't hate. Children didn't even consider differences.

Children were taught all of that spiteful crap by grown up people whose job assuredly was destined to teach them better things… more noble things… more useful things than hate. Their parents, who most likely were taught that vile shit from their parents.

It occurred to me that the country was probably full of sweet Grandmas and Grandpas who were gently and lovingly filling their grandchildren's minds with hate and prejudice and were smilingly following up each serving of that hateful bile with handfuls of chocolates and other such sweets.

***

It was one of those types of nights.

The moon was about three quarters waxed and was a bright golden yellow. The long low hanging clouds just above the impossibly beautiful horizon made the moon seem to be speeding at breakneck speed along the open ocean horizon and across the black and purple sky.

The little apple of my eye was out like a light and I'd gently extricated myself from the bed. I was searching for some information on the computer in the office adjacent to the master bedroom and as I searched, I suddenly realized that it had been a long time before I'd been this peaceful.

At some point during the night, I changed my mind and instead of going to Jekyll Island, I'd decided we were going to Savannah tomorrow and I was doing some research.

I had a hunch and I needed to make some early morning phone calls.

***

"Luke and Todd… thank sweet Jesus that you're both with your father today an' you, Sean… praise the lord that you're with your own father and the good Lord help any poor person who gets stuck with all three of you together for a whole afternoon."

They giggled and proceeded to inhale their bowls of eggs and grits.

All three boys lined up to kiss Julia and thank her for breakfast. Each kiss was returned warmly, and followed by a soft smack on the butt.

"Change of plans little man. We're going to Savana today, we're going to pay a quick visit to your parents and your grandma and then something we should have done last time we were here."

He looked at me quizzically but strangely, he didn't ask anything. I suspect that he just knew that I had something in mind.

Bonaventure Cemetery is always a bit spooky to visit and frankly, I'm not certain that I'd like to visit it at night ever.

We got out of the rental car and I turned to Doctor Mohamed and said, "Don't feel like you have to go through this with us Doc. This is really something for Sean and me."

He smiled. "Thanks Eric, if you don't mind, I'll just walk around and appreciate this wonderful funerary art. I've sort of wondered about this place since I read 'Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil' and then saw the movie."

"Yep, I understand that. We won't be long and I'll whistle for you if you wonder too far off. By the way, if you're a music buff, Johnny Mercer is just a bit over there."

I took Sean's hand and we walked to the knurled old live oak tree.

"You're not a little boy anymore, Sean and it's time that you make your peace with these wonderful people who are your family. Time and circumstances didn't allow you to know each other but you are family."

"The last time we were here you were eleven and confused. You're thirteen now and have a much better sense of life, love and family."

:Through our mutual love, I'm your father now but… these are your parents. They produced you and brought you into this world. Not me. I later found you and brought you into the world we now share. Go make emotional contact with them. Here's a rose for each of them."

I handed him two long stemmed roses and urged him toward the flat marble slabs with the two carved ascending birds.

He placed the flowers gently against the black stone and stood there for a moment.

"The last time I was here I didn't know what to say and so over the past two years, I've actually thought a lot about what I'd say to you if I ever came back. I hope this is OK an' I hope it makes sense an' I hope it doesn't upset you."

"You are my Mother and Father. You never got the chance to be my Mom and Dad. Some bastard blew your lives away while you were working to save others. I'm so proud to know that about you. It just tells me what great parents you would have been and I only hope that I'm growing up to be the kind of son you would have been proud of."

"You are my mother, but I've never had a 'Mom'. I wonder how wonderful that would have been. I look at your picture all the time and your eyes are like my eyes and I wonder what it would have been like to feel your arms around me and hold me close an' tell each other silly stories an' stuff."

"An' you are my father. Every time I look at your picture, I'm so pleased to know I come from you because of your bravery and you're caring. I want to become a man like you… to become a man you'd be proud of. But, you never got to become a 'Dad' either… because of some jerk."

"I wish I had even a tiny memory of you both but I don't. That doesn't mean I don't love you, though."

He sniffled as he looked up at me and took the third rose.

"Sometimes just before I fall asleep, I almost see you Grandma and you're leaning over me and stroking my hair and singing the craziest songs. Sometimes I remember your kisses an I seem to sometimes remember you kissing your finger and putting it on my forehead an' whispering, 'Goodnight bunny baby… goodnight.' I didn't remember that until we came here last time."

He gently placed the rose upon the black marble slab, he kissed his forefinger and gently touched the stone. "Goodnight bunny grandma… goodnight."

I helped him up and we walked to the car and I could tell he was trying very hard not to cry.

Chapter 17

Science has discovered that when we remember something, the same part of our brain 'lights up' as when we were first experiencing it. It's rather as if we were experiencing it again.
This is why some painful memories are suppressed automatically to hide and conceal the trepidation.
Other memories; more pleasant and enjoyable are often moved aside because, as life progresses, our experiences accumulate and these are stored safely but separately.
When some sight, word, taste or smell releases them, they are our own most perfect gifts to ourselves.
However, you must experience life in order to remember it.

I'd parked the car under a big live oak tree near the River Walk. We all got out and Doctor Mo and I agreed on a time to meet back there.

I hadn't said a word to Sean about his revelation concerning his memories of his grandmother. More would come in time and, our next 'stop' would probably proliferate those recollections. I now felt more than ever that my choice to take him here was correct.

He was thirteen but, unlike most boys that age, he had no qualms about reaching out and taking my hand as we climbed the steep concrete stairs from the river up to the historic district. I looked down and smiled at him and he looked up at me and returned the smile. I felt my chest flood with profound and almost overpowering love.

As we topped the stairs, we stepped out into old Savannah and it was a feast for the eyes. The colors were dazzling and yet subdued. Nothing 'blazed' in fact; it was if the city was done in subtle pastels so that the flowers and plants burst out from every niche to accent and beautify the place.

It was graceful and lovely. It was the perfect southern city. I wrapped my arm around Sean's slender shoulder.

"During the Civil War, General Sherman launched what became known as 'the march to the sea'. He totally destroyed everything in his path including the great city of Atlanta which he burned to the ground."

"When his army drew up before Savannah, the citizens knew that they couldn't resist his forces and so, they surrendered. This left the city very much intact and therefore, it's here for us to appreciate."

"General Oglethorpe's squares which were the heart of each neighborhood in this old historic part of town were one of the very unique features of this grand old city."

We walked hand in hand over to the next square and he stopped and squeezed my hand tightly.

"I know where we are. That's my granma's house. We were here last time we were in Savannah."

"Yes Sean, but this time, we're going to go in and visit."

He looked up at me and his eyes were watery but he smiled and nodded his head. "Kay Dad".

The off-white Greek revival home was at the far end of the square and the entrance was actually through a black wrought iron gate to the left side. He held my hand tightly as we climbed the five steps to the front door and I rang the bell.

An exquisitely beautiful grey-haired woman with what had to be one of the world's most welcoming smiles opened it. Her warm countenance absolutely stopped me in my tracks.

"You are Mister Eric Tucker?"

I nodded affirmatively and she smiled and offered her hand. "I am Athena Blanchard welcome to my home."

She turned to Sean. "You, young man, though I can hardly believe it, must be the boy that I cuddled and held on my knee all those long years ago, how is this possible? Are you Sean?"

He nodded his head and she wrapped him in her arms. "Come inside. Come inside and we'll sit down for a while."

She guided us into the lovely house and Sean followed close behind her staring as if he were transfixed.

She seated us in the bright parlor that looked out over the park-like square across the narrow street and turned to Sean. "I'm sorry that I don't have any soda to offer you." She looked to me with a wonderfully youthful grin;

"Can you imagine a house in Georgia without one bottle of Coca Cola? You'd almost think that should be against the law here wouldn't you? I do have a pitcher of fresh sweet tea, darlin'. Would that suite you?"

Sean nodded his head. He was still too engrossed in this experience to speak.

"And you Mr. Tucker… I have found that gentlemen generally prefer refreshment with a bit more bite than sweet tea. I may offer you bourbon, sherry or moonshine."

I sat up abruptly and she smiled with a wonderful twinkle in her eyes.

"Mr. Tucker, surely you know that we genteel southern ladies have had things under control for generations? Heavens… the menfolk of this city would never have had the sense to surrender to that nasty little General Sherman if the patriotic ladies of Savanna hadn't gone down into their cellars and brought up a jug or two. I believe that's how the world has gone since time immemorial."

While she was out of the room, I looked at Sean.

"Is something wrong Son? You look troubled."

"N-no Dad, it's more like I'm almost remembering stuff. It's like right at the edge of my mind… you know like when you feel like you've got to sneeze an' then you just can't? It almost hurts an' you keep tryin' and then suddenly, you either sneeze or you don't need to anymore."

"It's like that; somethin' wants to pop out like a sneeze but I can't quite reach it an' I know it's a good thing so I want it to come out. Maybe I'm just workin' too hard at it."

Athena re-entered the room carrying a tray with three glasses. The tall sweaty glass of sweet tea with a slice of lemon was placed before Sean and a thick tumbler of clear liquid sustained by two large ice-cubes was handed to me as our hostess sat down with a glass that was a complete duplicate of mine. She raised her glass towards us and with a smile; softly said. "Welcome."

"So, Athena… Sean and I were here about two years ago but, he didn't want to visit and felt he had no memories here. Since then though, he's begun to have memories of his Grandma and I thought that our imposition upon you today might help him bring some of them forward."

She smiled softly and nodded her head. "They were only just a little less than three years but they were happy years."

"By the grace of god, Sean was only about one year old when his wonderful parents were murdered in Uganda and he had no memory of that horror. He was a beautiful chuckling little boy when Karen and I picked him up and brought him home."

"Karen Harris and I had always been the best of friends (like only southern woman can) be and I'd moved in to be her housemate shortly after Sean and his parents left for Africa."

"Unfortunately, I was visiting friends in California when Karen died and. even though I rushed home, the little boy was already gone and I was informed that I had no legal right to enquire about his location or to search for Sean. I was only 'related' to him in my mind not in the eyes of the law."

"This house is mine for life but then, it's legally held in trust for Sean as per Karen's will. If he should choose not to live in it, it's to go to the Historical Society."

She gently urged Sean up from his chair and guided us down the hall and up the beautifully carved heart pine staircase.

"This room was your bedroom Sean. We kept you here so that you could hear the nighttime sounds of the city and the music that often came floating over the square. You loved music from the very beginning and even before you could talk, you would imitate the tunes that you heard and you'd often go to sleep humming or copying a song."

"She would never leave you at night without singing a song back to you… usually some crazy Irish folksong and then, she'd plant a kiss on your forehead and whisper, 'Goodnight Bunny baby.' And like magic, you almost always fell right to sleep."

I looked over at him and he was shaking with tears flooding from his eyes. "I remember. I-I remember you… you are 'Annietheena' isn't that right?"

She smiled and wrapped him in her arms. "Yes Darling, that's right. You never could get your little lips around saying; 'Auntie Athena' so it just settled into 'Annietheena' and I can't tell you how wonderful it is to hear that again."

She hugged him tightly.

He sighed and took her hand and he walked through the French doors out to the garden on the terrace.

"I ran around here butt naked all the time didn't I?"

"Oh yes indeed Sean." She chuckled as she answered.

"Your grandmother believed that being out and exposed to the sun was very healthy and she enjoyed sketching and painting you out here among the flowers and plants."

"We've got one of her paintings an' I'm sittin' right over there holdin' a yellow flower."

"I know that one and it's among my favorites. I'm so glad that you have it."

"Now sweet boy, come with me into the kitchen because I have something for you."

She offered her hand and he took it without hesitation. I followed because I was most certainly the third wheel in this journey. She approached the large heavy oak table in the middle of the room and lifted a marbled stationary box.

"I went through these last night after I'd talked to your father and I suspect you might like some of them Sean. Keep the ones you like but please return the others. They all mean a lot to me."

I of course understood what she was saying. "Thank you Athena for loaning us this precious collection. We'll have the ones we want to keep duplicated and then have the entire set returned to you. You are very kind."

She stood and smiled. "I wish I had more time to spend with you but the Historical Society meets in thirty minutes and I'm the recording secretary."

"Sean, I never thought to see you again. I can't even explain what a joy this has been. Eric, thank you for making this happen. It's a re-union that I never imagined could or would occur."

She kissed her index finger and placed it upon his forehead. "Til next time bunny baby… til next time."

Sean kissed his index finger and placed it against her forehead. "Till next time bunny Aunty… till next time."

***

As we were walking around the square, I looked at my watch. "Let's head back to the car. Hopefully, Doctor Mohamed will be there and we three can grab some lunch."

I wanted for him to absorb his memories and new experiences but not to be captured in them. They were intended to expand not restrict his development.

As we got to the bottom of the concrete stairway, I noticed that Doctor Mohamed was sitting on a bench overlooking the river.

He had a sketchpad on his lap and he was quickly but meticulously drawing a small one-mast sail boat that was anchored just off shore.

I looked over his shoulder. "My goodness Mo, you're quite accomplished."

He smiled without looking up. "No, Eric, it's just a hobby but I enjoy it. I've been able to make about five sketches during this little walk through the city and between them, I'll be able to create a decent painting when I get home. However, my next vacation, I'm coming back here to spend more time. This city is enchanting."

I smiled as he stood up and we walked to the car.

"Could I see your drawins' Doctor Mohamad?"

"Of course you may Sean." He smiled as he offered his pad to the boy who turned the pages slowly and looked upon them in awed appreciation.

"Doctor, these are wonderful. I feel like I'm lookin' through your eyes. Do you have others at home?"

"Oh, lots and lots and I've also got a few paintings. Daniel kindly found me a well-lit space in the attic of one of the little wings in the mansion and I've set up a studio. I'll show you some of them when we get back."

I shook my head and smiled silently. Lord! I loved Daniel. He knew every square inch of the house and discreetly allocated space without bothering me with having to worry about it.

"You should also show them to Brian. I don't think he's as good as you; he's only thirteen, but he's pretty good."

"Absolutely, Sean. We'll do that when we get home."

I unlocked the car and Doctor Mo placed his sketch pad on the back seat and after, relocking the car, we headed down the river walk.

"So, what do we think about lunch?

"Mo, I've never given much thought to Islamic dietary restrictions. I know that you are forbidden to eat pork just as are the Jews but what else is forbidden to you?"

He smiled. "Allah was gentler to us than he was with the children of Israel. His restrictions were simpler and easier to follow especially if you are… as I am… a more modern and less orthodox practitioner of the faith."

"The Islamic rules of food are determined by what is called; 'Hal�l'. That is essentially the same to us a 'Kosher' is to the Jews. It essentially means; 'allowed'.

"Pork is totally forbidden. All other beasts of the land and sky are allowed so long as they are killed mercifully and blessed in the name of god before they are slaughtered and their bodies are drained of blood. Blood is prohibited to us."

"None of the fruit of the land is forbidden, therefore, I am a lover of potatoes, carrots, green beans and black beans as well. Unlike the Jews, the meat of the sea is all HalÄ�l to us and so, I am enjoying this little adventure in Georgia. The fish is exquisite and the shrimp and crab are extraordinary so… as to lunch, I'd say anything but a pulled pork barbeque would be fine."

I smiled. "Well then since our young Sean here has never met a sea food that he didn't like, let's trudge over to the 'Pirate's House'. It's the oldest continually operating public house in Savannah. It was once the congregating place for unscrupulous scallywags and marauders. Even Blackbeard himself was a regular frequenter of the place."

I'd lowered down and sort of draped myself over Sean's shoulder and instinctively, my voice had drifted into a very hokey 'pirate' accent and tone.

He giggled as he looked up at me. "Dad, that's not true and your pirate bit is so lame."

I hugged him tight. "Actually, smart boy, my 'pirate bit' IS lame but the rest is very true as you'll see when we get there. All of that stuff really happened; it's not just made up stories and besides we'll pig out on a very hal�l lunch there."

***

We sat at a table overlooking the river and I thought to myself what a perfect spot for pirates and other scrofulous people to take note of what ships were entering or leaving the river.

Sean had recovered from his morning melancholy. He joined us in enjoying lunch with great vigor. We'd wound up ordering three 'Fisherman's Baskets' each of which were filled with shrimp, crab, oysters and scallops. All fresh from the sea and. since this was the Deep South, all were breaded and deep-fried; unhealthy as hell, but tasting like heaven.

Taking a quick break from the consumption, I wiped my greasy mouth and spoke,

"So guys, here's some news. Tomorrow, Henry and I are going out to look at some trucks. I've got to get that old heap of his off the island before I start getting fined… trouble is, he loves that old truck of his so, this might be a problem."

"Sean the boys don't start school yet so you, Todd, and Luke are free to get into whatever adventures you wish to. Doctor Mo, the same for you but, both of you just keep in mind that early the next morning, we're flying out."

That got both of their attentions.

"We're making a quick stop in Washington DC so that my little 'Bird Man' can see the Aero-Space Museum in the Smithsonian.

After that, well, I'd been thinking about New York City, but I've decided that would not be recuperative for me and so, we're going to New England… history, nature and seafood."

They both smiled. "When we get to New England, I'm buying the lobsters," Doctor Mohamed smiled.

"Nope Doc. This is a business trip and the company pays for everything and we don't get to have lobsters until or unless we get to Maine so we'll just have to wait and see what happens."

***

We'd decided that rather than take the interstate back to Sea Island, we'd drive south using the smaller Route 17 that more or less hugged the coast. That was a good choice because it was far more scenic. It ran along what where once little country roads passing houses, small stores and even entire little towns.

This detour probably added a half hour to our trip but we made it back in reasonable time.

After announcing our new itinerary, I took Henry aside to explain what our project for tomorrow was and Sean got together with Luke and Todd planning what mischief they could get into.

Shortly though, we were all summoned into the dining room and Julia tortured the poor table with three platters overladen with fried chicken. She was grinning. "I know Doctor Mohamed can't eat no barbeque pork but he can't leave without some good southern fried chicken in his belly."

Doc Mo smiled. "Thank you Julia I was hoping for this."

The meal was delightful and after a long and interesting discussion, which included the revelation that little Luke, had decided that he wanted to become a doctor.

The Tarltons eventually moved across the property and into their house and we three wandered into our rooms.

Sean's room was of course, my room. He gleamed an impish smile as he slipped his clothing off and climbed onto the bed. I followed him quickly.

I wrapped him in my arms and then kissed him passionately. The love I had for this boy was almost more than I could understand… more than I could control.

I pulled him close, kissed his forehead, and held him until he fell asleep.

It was a beautiful Savannah morning when we woke up still embracing and touching. We laughed and enjoyed the feel of each other in the shower while nothing was said, because nothing needed to be. It was instinctive between us.

As we almost always did, I wrapped him into a towel and dried him off. Once we were dry and dressed, our day began with another kiss and then, we headed down for breakfast.

Julia was gleaming as we entered the dining room. "Morning Mr. Eric, morning Sean. Doctor Mo is already seated workin' on his coffee and some toast. Go on inside and we'll get this show on the road."

We complied and soon things began to almost explode. First came the coffee and she knew just how we both liked it. Then came a half grapefruit followed by soft fried eggs on a bed of grits. With a sweet smile she walked in and slid another plate to each of us.

"I know that Doctor Mo loves his fish so, these little fillets will begin your day with joy."

"Julia, you are aptly named because you are a jewel," Doctor Mohamed said with a smile as he cut into his fish.

As we were finishing I looked across the table.

"Well, today I'm going to attempt to talk Henry out of that dumpy old truck. Julia, you've got the day to yourself and Doc Mo, I suspect you'll be sketching. What's up with you three bad boys?"

"Dad, we're goin' out for shrimp, crab and oysters and Miz Julia says she'll get some corn on the cob an' other things an' we'll have what they call a 'low country boil'. When that's over, we want to take a ride in Henry's new truck so it better be a four door… you know… with a front and back seat."

I grinned at him and Julia. "That may take more power of persuasion than I've got but, I'll give it a try."

***

Newspaper was spread triple thick upon the picknick table out on the patio and the steaming goodness of shellfish, corn and small potatoes was spilled out across its surface in splendid bounty.

Julia explained that a traditional 'low country boil' also contained sausage but in deference to Doctor Mo, that had been eliminated. Smiling, we all sat down with glasses, plates and napkins and dug in.

"Well I must say that you boys are great providers."

It was little Luke who looked at me with a huge smile. "Yes Mister Eric. Our Daddy taught us when we were very little so, we know what we're doing. Ain't never been a time that me an' Todd have come home with empty sacks. My Daddy is a good teacher."

I looked across the table at Henry who was beaming at his son with a face filled with love.

"Luke, your Daddy is a good teacher but much more than that, your Daddy is a very good man. Remember and imitate that all of your life and you'll never go wrong."

Henry took a long sip of his sweet tea and never said a word.

***

Earlier that day, Henry and I had left Sea Island in two vehicles because he'd insisted upon leaving his beat up old F150 with a friend.

As he parked and locked the truck, he walked up and hung his keys upon the porch pole. "Portman said that so long as he can use it, 'Isabella' can stay here."

I'd quickly realize that 'Isabella' was the name he'd given to the old grey truck that he loved so well.

"I'd say that was a good situation Henry."

He nodded his head in agreement but also with solemnity and no lack of obvious sadness.

The rest of the afternoon was spent visiting car dealerships. We looked at and drove Dodges, Chevys, GMCs and Toyotas but, as I already knew; many people had tremendous brand loyalty so it was no real surprise to me when we ended up back at the Ford dealer.

I quickly realized that the salesperson was walking Henry around looking at the lower end models and while that didn't seem to bother Henry (his beloved 'Isabella' was a low-end F150 after all), it made me privately angry that the dealership employee had automatically made the decision as to what this man could afford.

I walked over to them trying very hard to be non-confrontational to the salesman.

"These are all good trucks but I need you driving something much more high-end Henry or else your neighbors on Sea Island will think you don't have any class."

The mention of 'Sea Island' opened the door to a whole new collection of lovely yet luxurious trucks.

Just as his taste in manufacturer and specific models were more less written in stone, so was his taste in color. 'Isabella' was a faded grey however, once she may have been silver.

Henry found himself drawn to one particular truck and his taste was exquisite because it was a top of the line f150 platinum super crew with all of the bells and whistles. After looking at the sticker price he drew away from it in embarrassment. I noticed and realized this was the one.

"I signaled to the salesman, "This is the one. Come back to us with an out the door price and you guys be very careful because you only get one chance. There's another Ford dealer twenty minutes down the road. Don't be too long, I don't like waiting."

He actually returned in fifteen minutes and offered me a slip of paper. I studied it and smiled. It was slightly inflated but not an unfair offer. "No deal goes one-way."

I subtracted five hundred dollars from his number and then wrote, "One Ford ball cap."

He read it and smiled. "I'm not gonna lose a deal like this for five hundred bucks and a ball cap. Let's go see the finance manager."

"Why do we have to do that?"

"W-why, to set up your financing of course."

"Who said anything about financing? In an hour or less, we're going to own this truck out right. Let's go see this man and set him straight."

We entered the little office and a portly smiling man rose from behind the desk and offered his hand. "Good afternoon gentlemen, I'm Jarvis Skoggins. Please have a seat."

He was holding the slip of paper with my amended purchase suggestion. Smiling he looked at us and said, "We can even come down as low as two Ford ball caps."

"I'm told that you wish to purchase this truck outright. That's not unheard of but it's unusual so the process may take a couple of days."

"No sir Mr., Skoggins, it will take less than an hour. My name is Eric A. Tucker Jr. Does that mean anything to you?"

"Well, it certainly does if you're the Eric Tucker I'm thinking about."

"I suspect that I am. Now, I'm going to call my senior financial advisor and he's going to walk you through how to make this simple."

My cell phone rang three times before uncle Phil was on the line and I told him what was going on. After a few moments he asked to speak to Mr. Skoggins and that man's face turned almost white with awe and surprise. He almost choked as he hung up the phone."

"I-it would seem that all I have to do is enter the final sale price and all you need to do is swipe your credit card."

"Well then, let's get it done Mister Skoggins."

He punched some numbers into his computer and a multipart form soon spit out. He handed it to me for my review.

I chuckled as I read it. "It seems you've managed to sneak some car dealer tricks into this document Mr. Skoggins. I'm ok with most of them but not this extended warranty that you stuck in without my permission. Take it out, print it again and let's get this done.

Actually, he looked embarrassed as he worked upon his computer. The revised document was much more to my liking and I nodded.

"OK, let's buy a truck."

He entered the numbers and smiled with approval.

"Your Phillip Regent had this all set up so that the tax was properly withdrawn from the numbers and excluded properly. Now if you'll insert a card."

I withdrew one of my cards (I think it was a Master Card) and swiped it… this was not a chip reader. Rather quickly it asked for my PIN which I entered. It continued for what seemed like a rather long time and I noticed that Skoggins was looking very nervous. Suddenly the screen read; enter ultsec PIN.

I'd been expecting this because it was something set up for men or companies wishing to make a high end purchase. The PIN could be from four to ten digits and we'd settled on 'noli timere' the family motto.

I typed in the words, pressed enter and settled back with a smile. In just about a minute, the screen flashed 'accepted' and the tape emerged from the machine.

"A sixty thousand dollar truck bought with the swipe of a credit card! I've never seen the like Mister Tucker."

After the deal was done, Henry and I left for a quick lunch. Since Doc Mo wasn't with us we headed for the 'Copper Pig' for some great pulled pork sandwiches and local brewed beer. It was wonderful and we giggled and shared stories.

"Before we go though, this place has a moonshine bar. Let my get you one good shot since you're leaving tomorrow."

"OK Henry, one good shot."

He smiled as he walked to the bar.

***

Dinner was finished and we'd all heard several little burps and there were large smiles on everyone's faces.

The boys got up from the table, collected the plates and silverware, and carried them into the kitchen. Then they wadded up the newspaper and hauled it off to the large trash dumpster out back.

"Come on Daddy, we want to ride in the truck!"

Henry looked at me and I smiled. "I think that's a good idea. The Tarltons should all take a ride in their new truck."

"An Sean too Daddy. He should come."

"Oh Todd, I think your family should enjoy this first ride together." I replied.

"Well Mister Eric, it ain't like there's no room. Sean's skinny little white butt will fit very well in the back seat with Luke and Todd. We wouldn't be going far, just down to the end of the causeway for ice-cream," Henry said.

Sean's eyes were pleading.

"OK with me if it's OK with you, go have fun."

With decibel breaking little boy whoops the three boys jumped into the back of the cab and Julia actually hooted as she climbed into the front passenger seat..

I sat down onto the patio with a scotch in my hand and watched the ocean with Doctor Mo. Very shortly, the truck pulled into the driveway. As the doors opened up I heard little boy hoots and Julia proclaiming;

"Any boy who has messed up Dad's new truck with ice-cream is gonna get it on his butt!"

The air was filled with laughter as they piled out of the truck.

I gathered Sean against me.

"OK, we're leaving very early in the morning so we've got to hit bed now. Boys, you'll see each other again soon but in the meantime, do very well in school. I'm counting on you."

I kissed both boys on the cheek and Julia upon the forehead. As I shook Henry's hand, I noticed that the three boys were embracing warmly.

"See ya next time we're out here." Sean said with a slight sniffle.

Then, we walked up to bed. He removed his clothes and spread across the covers. I figured that it was long past time and I plunged hungrily down upon his little groin. His soft moans were all of the encouragement I needed.

Chapter 18

Very little (if anything) has advanced civilization without discovery first.
You may think that you understand something without ever seeing it, but truly, that is presumption. Only after seeing it and experiencing it do we have discovery and the beginning of true knowledge.
This is how we learn in life.
Sadly, most people lack the bravery to discover. They will not venture out far enough that they lose the view of the shore. They will not believe and will not sail out to discover new land when all they can see before them is ocean.
They are all missing the point.
The joy of life is not; 'that you were born', the joy of life is finding out 'why you were born'.
That is your voyage of discovery.

Captain Lucas informed us that flying over, in or near DC airspace was always a tricky thing. As we began our slow and careful descent into the small airport that was our destination, we got a rather interesting view of the city that was actually not a city nor a state it was unique in the world because of its neutral position in that regard and for all intents it was the center of the planet.

I'd explained to Sean that the District of Columbia was established in 1790 primarily because the thirteen states couldn't agree upon a location for the nation's capital and eventually Virginia and Maryland had agreed to cede what they considered worthless land north of the Potomac river to the nation so that a capital city could be constructed.

It was mostly dismal swamp land and back then who had the slightest idea that it would eventually become the most important city on the earth.

The city has a population so large that the district ranked 49th among the 51 states; the population being larger than Vermont and Wyoming and yet… by law… none of its citizens had the right to vote or have voting representation in Congress.

We touched down and a company limo was waiting for us as we got off the jet.

Although I owned a luxury penthouse in the city, one of our clients was currently occupying it. Since we were only going to spend the night, I decided not to disturb that accommodation and I'd booked two rooms in the Hay-Adams.

It is an elegant five star hotel that was built in 1928 and actually overlooks the White House.

We walked past the columns and marble façade, into the warm and graceful lobby adorned in rich wood and majestic marble and tile.

I checked in and we soon were escorted to the top floor. Our rooms were smaller than we were used to, as were the bathrooms but they were wonderfully furnished to the point of elegant luxury and we were only staying overnight so, they were quite acceptable.

We quickly got settled into the rooms and met down in the lobby. The car was waiting for us and we drove to the National Mall.

Both Sean and Doctor Mo were awe struck. As they turned around. There were so many historic buildings and monuments that they'd only seen on television or in movies. I smiled.

"We'll all come back another day and see everything but today, we've got one objective; the National Aerospace Museum."

The museum was the second most visited museum in the world. No museum would ever beat the Louvre in Paris.

Opened in 1976, it housed 61 aircraft and 51 large space artifacts as well as over 2,000 smaller items. The museum owned and tried to display the largest collection of historical aircraft in the world.

In front of the museum was a sculpture that resembled a stiletto pointed to the sky. It had a plaque that named it 'Ad Astra' that translated as; 'to the stars'.

The building was showing its age. The green marble façade was certainly the worse for wear. I knew that a multi-million dollar renovation was scheduled to begin soon and I was glad for that.

The museum had an annex near Dulles Airport that housed a large number of other planes in the national collection but we wouldn't have time to visit it today. This was just a quick trip to spark Sean's imagination. As we walked through the doors, I felt Sean take in a deep breath and I hugged him tightly against me.

He'd become quite the student of flight and he recognized everything he saw displayed as we surveyed what was spread before and above us.

"It's all here Dad. Are they all real?"

I smiled and rubbed his shoulders. "Yes Sean, they're real. That's why I wanted for you to see this."

Doctor Mohamed softly interjected, "If you don't mind, I'm just going to stroll around and do some sketching. Shall we meet back here in the lobby in about three hours?"

"Perfect planning Doc. Have fun."

The museum is set up so that you are quickly drawn into the drama of flight and beyond. My boy was unabashedly holding my hand as we walked. "Up there is 'Flier' the Wright Brother's first plane and the acknowledged first airplane ever. It looks more like a box kite than a plane doesn't it?"

"Its first flight wouldn't have gone from home plate to center field at your ballpark… you've hit bunches of home runs farther than that first flight but, that's how it all began."

He giggled but I knew he understood what I was talking about. We walked around and viewed other historic craft.

"That's the 'Spirit of Saint Louis'. I know you know about this plane. A lot of people think that this was the first plane to make a non-stop flight across the Atlantic Ocean Sean, but the truth is eight years earlier, Alcock and Brown… a British pilot and his navigator made the trip in a Vickers Vimmy in 1918 powered by Rolls-Royce Eagle engines."

"They dumped nose down into a swamp in Ireland. However, they survived and the flight was successful. That airplane hasn't survived sadly although a replica still exists in flying condition in a museum in England."

Sean nodded because he knew this. Flight was his passion and he'd studied it thoroughly.

"Yeah, but Lindbergh's flight in this plane was important because it was the first solo crossing proving it could be done, Dad."

"Oh, I'm not putting the Spirit of Saint Louis down Sean. I was only making certain you had it in historical perspective. I see that you do and in fact, you could probably teach me a thing or two."

Almost joined at the hip, we walked through the vast space taking in each individual aircraft. Despite what I expected, he was far less interested in the space artifacts and vehicles. Sean's interest was most definitely on airplanes.

"Dad! Is that what I think it is?"

I smiled because it was still so impressive.

"Well, little man, if you think that's a 'Blackbird', then yes it is. This was the ultimate spy plane and it flew unarmed. It could fly higher and faster than any pursuing fighter could and it outran any missile. It was actually untouchable."

"Over there is another plane that made history."

He turned with me and I smiled as he scrunched up his nose trying to figure out what he was seeing. I didn't blame him because the craft looked so very different in real life than it did in photos.

"That, my boy is 'Glamorous Glennis'. It's the Bell X-1 that Chuck Yeager broke the sound barrier in for the first time ever."

He wrapped his still slender arms around himself and smiled. "Thanks Dad. This is so special. I know this trip is s'possed to be about you, but this is really special for me."

I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck. "Anything that is special for you is special for me, Tiger Cub."

He smiled and hugged me and we continued walking through the vast museum. After about an hour, we were finally back at the lobby.

"Time for a coffee. How about you?"

"No thanks Dad. If it's OK with you, I'm going down to the gift shop and pick up some stuff for my brothers and Mrs. Edwards and a few of the other guys."

"Of course Sean. I'll be right here people watching."

The lounge was under the nose of a 747 that seemed to be bursting through the wall. Very well done I thought. I got my coffee, which was surprisingly good and then examined the books available in the lounge area.

I selected one titled 'Into Flight' and decided that I needed to buy it for my library.

I quietly enjoyed my coffee and my book while occasionally glancing at the people passing through the museum. Most of them were families and I smiled with pleasure as I watched their shared excitement.

This was an exciting place and enthusiasm was almost required. Families of every color, race or nationality came through the lobby with faces bursting with excitement and expectation.

Not too long later, a smiling Doctor Mohamed strolled up to me with a cup of coffee in his hand and his sketchpad tucked under his arm. "Well, you certainly know how to pick destinations." He said as he sat down next to me.

"This is an astonishing collection of aircraft and I understand that it's just a small part of the actual collection. I'm amazed."

"Were you able to get some good sketches Mo?"

He smiled and offered me his pad. "Some of these will be the basis for paintings and some will not."

I turned the pages in total appreciation of the man's skill.

"This sketch of the Wright Brother's 'Flier'… I'd like to buy from you. I want it for Sean… to hang on the wall of his room. It's exquisite and it perfectly presents the spirit of flight and Sean's personal joy in it."

He grinned back at me. "There is nothing to buy Eric. I offer it as a gift with great pleasure. For now though, leave it in the pad and we'll carefully remove the page and keep it safe for framing."

I smiled. "Thank you Mohamed, I suspect that he'll treasure this for his entire life."

I saw Sean walking down toward us and he had a big smile on his face. "That looks like a well stuffed bag, Son."

His grin indicated that I was right.

"Yeah Dad but there's a few more people I need to find things for. A guy told me that there is a wonderful gift shop just around the corner from the end of the Mall. Sounds like I'd find something special for Mrs. Edwards an' Jenny. Could we stop there please?"

I reached over and squeezed his knee. "Of course we can, Little Man. There seems to be a coffee bar right out on the street there, so, you go shop and Doctor Mohamed and I will enjoy a coffee out in this wonderful sunshine."

He smiled and bounded off into the big inviting shop. I enjoyed the view of his ass tightly packed into his cargo shorts as he ran through the door. For the 'gazilionth' time I took a deep breath and realized that, there wasn't anyone in the world that I loved more than him.

Doctor Mo and I grabbed our coffee and a plate of lovely cookies and took a small table out on the sidewalk.

For the first time during this trip, he commented upon my condition, "You've seemed to recover quickly and well Eric. I believe that your choice to bring Sean with you was a very good idea."

I nodded my head. "Sean is the beacon that lights up my life Doc. I don't think that he has any idea how important he is to me."

He smiled and said, "I don't think you know how important you are to him."

I smiled. "Well, it's certainly true that our love for each other is pretty intense. The love between me and the other two boys is also incredibly strong, it's just that Sean was the first into my life and the one that started all this."

I think what we'll do, is in the morning, we'll fly to Boston. I haven't walked the 'Freedom Trail' since I was a teenager and then, we'll rent a car and probably drive up the coast to Bar Harbor in Maine, spend a day exploring Arcadia National park, eat lobster like crazy people and plan our road trip. It will last for about a week before we head home."

"Sounds good to me. From what I've observed, you seem to be quite recovered and ready to get back so, an enjoyable trip through New England might be the perfect way to end this little venture."

I smiled and helped myself to a delicious chocolate chip cookie. As I took my first bite, I noticed that there was a police car down at the far end of the building with its lights flashing. I wondered what was going on not that I was very concerned.

"I was thinking that we might cross over to New Hampshire, and drive up Mount Washington and stay the night at the hotel. It's supposed to be the windiest place in America. I don't know we probably should review our options after we get to Boston."

I was suddenly aware that a large grey clad man was standing at my elbow. I looked up at him inquisitively. "Launcelot, please excuse this intrusion. I'm level 10, Frank. I'm the lead`er of your current Skuggor trail team. We've been around and behind you since you arrived in the city and up until this point, there's been no problem. However, as you know, we're not allowed to interfere in civil matters."

"Well Frank, that certainly sounds like there's another shoe to drop."

"Yes sir… Sean has just been handcuffed and placed under arrest."

As always, very grateful thanks to those of you who have taken the time to respond to this story and I'm sorry that my health has prevented regular responses. I hope you understand and forgive that.

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