O.C. and I
talked a little more. I asked him a few question and his opinion
about some things. He didn’t hold back. He was honest and
seemed to speak from his heart. Sometimes I felt like I was
laying in my own dad’s, big, loving, cowboy arms and talking with
him. I was so comfortable with O.C. Harris. There was
something about him that soothed my spirit. I was taking full
advantage of being with this good hearted man whom I was quickly coming
to love and accept as part of my extended family.
It was a warm,
moonlit night. O.C. was holding me close. I had my head on
his shoulder and I could see his handsome body pressed tightly against
mine. We were quiet with each other for a while, thinking our own
thoughts, but enjoying the experience of holding each other,— just
being together. I didn’t have to say anything and he didn’t
either. We both knew how we felt, and there was no reason for
words.
“There’s
something I wanna’ say,— but I don’t know how to tell you, O.C., except
to jes’ speak from my heart. I mentioned earlier this evening I
felt like you was part of my family. I guess what I’m try’n to
say, O.C., is,—”
“I know what
chore’ try’n to say, Son. Don’t chu’ think I feel the same damn
way about chu? I love you, Casey,— pure and simple. I don’t
know how or why I’ve come to love you so quickly, but I ain’t a’ gonna’
fret none about it. There’s very few folks in my life I can
really say I love.
I loved my
wife. Annie was a good woman. She was more’n just a wife,
she became my best friend and companion. I love my daughters
‘cause they’re my flesh and blood, but the love I feel for you, your
dad, Curtis, Bubba and his boys, even Gip and his family is a deep
abiding love what will never go away. It took me a long time to
figure it all out, but yore’ granddaddy was the man what helped me see
the greater picture of love. It all has to do with belonging.
I guess, of all
the loves in my life the most important and precious to me was yore’
uncle. Maybe it’s because you look and feel so much like him I
feel this way, I don’t know; however, it weren’t Seth Quee who just
gave his body up to me for one of the hottest, best-damn, cowboy fucks
I ever had. It wasn’t even a Langtry man. It was Casey
Longhorn, the handsome and talented son of my beloved brother, Vincent
Longhorn.
You know what,
Casey? I still grieve for your uncle to this day. Your mind
can eventually adjust to a great loss, but your heart cain’t never turn
love off. A part of your uncle dwells deep in my heart, and he
took a small spark of mine to his grave with him. I’d give
anything,— anything,— to just once, hold him in my arms again, make
love to him and tell him how much I love him. I never got to tell
him goodbye. Being here with you like this is almost as
good. I know he’d approve of me share’n a little cowboy love’n
with his nephew.”
“I know he
would, O.C.,— and I love you, too, Sir.”
We made a little
more love, but we were so comfortable we began to drift off to
sleep. I spoke quietly and offered my ass to O.C. should he
experience an uncontrollable hanker’n for another big ole piece of my
cowboy butt during the night. I told him to just pop my plug out
and go to fucking. He laughed, hugged me tighter and kissed me on
my forehead.
“You shouldn’t
a’ told me that. My ole dick’ll stay hard all damn night.”
O.C. did stay
hard all damn night; however, around four in the morning I was awakened
when I felt my plug being removed. I yawned, stretched and
relaxed as I felt my cowboy slip his fine dick into me for an early
morning ride to greet the sunrise. As O.C. gently fucked me, I
began to think about a vivid dream I had just before he woke me.
I was in a barn
somewhere, with all my cowboy clothes on. I was wearing my
bat-wing working chaps and a fine pair of silver spurs on my heavy
buckaroo boots. I had on a big, wide brimmed buckaroo hat and a
bandana tied around my neck. I looked like a buckaroo who was
ready to rodeo or round up the dogies.
I was standing
before a full length mirror looking at myself. I know it’s
blatantly conceited of me to say, but what I saw looking back at me was
a handsome, young cowboy. As every man has secretly indulged
himself at one time or another, I was having an adoring moment admiring
myself, when suddenly, my reflection smiled at me knowingly, and winked.
‘Ooops!
Wait a minute!’ I thought, ‘I didn’t just wink at
myself. What the hell’s going on here?’
<< Reach
your hand out to the mirror. >> Came a voice in my head.
I smiled as I
reached out to the mirror, and when my hand was within inches of its
surface, my reflected hand came from the mirror and took hold of my
outstretched hand.
<< Pull me
though the look’n glass,— >> the voice in my head gently
urged.
I pulled on the
hand, and through the mirror came my reflection to stand directly in
front of me. Suddenly, I was face to face with what seemed to be
a real-life, living, breathing clone of myself. One added feature
the goodness of a mirror can’t provide, is taste and smell. I
could actually smell my image and taste his person.
I know! I
know it sounds weird, but I experienced these things. Standing
before me was a hot cowpoke. The animal in me began to think how
infinitely hot it might be to have sex with my own image.
Conceited? Sick? Maybe, but my dick sure didn’t give a
shit. My reflection was one hot buckaroo, and I began to get an
erection.
I noticed he was
getting one, too. That made sense to me, because he was, after
all, a reflection of me; if I was attracted to my own reflection surely
my reflection must be attracted to me. Then, he winked at me
again, and it dawned on me, it wasn’t simply my reflection. He
was my Uncle Seth.
He roared with
laughter as I lunged for him. I took him into my arms to kiss and
hold him. He returned my kisses with all the love in his big,
cowboy heart. I was crying and he was crying. We were a
mess, but that wasn’t important. What was important was, we were
together, holding, touching, tasting each other and making sweet love.
“Oh, Casey,— my
beloved nephew,— heart of my heart,— how I’ve longed to touch you,— to
feel you,–– to hold you,— to make love to you,— to tell you how proud
of you I am and how much I love you.”
“Oh, Lord, Uncle
Seth,— you must be growing much stronger to be able to come to me like
this. This is wonderful to actually touch you and hold you.”
“I think I’m
being given a second chance to set things right. The prayers
of our family and friends are providing the gas I need to fuel my
ability to do some things,— things I could never do before. I
ain’t about to waste it, Casey.”
He held me away
from him at arm’s length and looked me up and down.
“Damn,— jes’
look at chu’! A fine look’n cowboy and a quality buckaroo to
boot. We look enough alike to be twins. Fool’d ju’ didn’t
I?” he laughed. “It must drive yore’ daddy to distraction
to see you and think on me.” He laughed at his statement.
“And, look whose arms you be sleep’n in,— steal’n the heart a’ my man,—
huh, little brother?” he raised an eyebrow and smiled at me
wickedly.
“You know
better’n ‘nat, Uncle Seth.” I chastised him, “I cain’t
steal a heart what already belongs to you, no ways.” We shared a
laugh. “He shore’ ‘nuff carries your love in his heart, Uncle
Seth.”
“He’s a good
man, Casey. He knows how to give and receive love without being
needy. You couldn’t be safer and more loved than you are right at
this moment. I’m so ashamed. I hurt him deeply. I was
so young, I didn’t take into consideration the hurt I’d be causing
several people when I tried to punish my dad by running off to Nam for
what he done to my brother. Of the folks I hurt, I hurt O. C.
Harris most of all.
My sin was the
sin of pride and arrogance, think’n I could change things by my actions
alone. Action without works is meaningless and empty. It’s
like taking the bread of your life and casting it upon the water.
You have no real control over it, nor do you have a chance to correct
the damage you might’ve done. Once this life’s over, those
chances are gone forever. It’s rare a man is given a second
chance. If that’s what’s happening, I certainly don’t plan to
fuck it up this time.
Part of my
punishment was living in a hell of being able to see him in his world,
not being able to reach out to him to tell him how much I loved him,
and to let him know I was watching over him. It was like an
eternity of damnable frustration; however, God willing, and with your
help, I might have one last chance. There are several things I
have to do before they’ll let me cross over. I’ve been caught
in-between for what seems like forever, Case. I so want to move
on, but I cain’t until I accomplish these things.”
“What can I do
to help?” I asked.
My uncle, Seth
Quee Langtry, outlined his plan. I was smiling to myself when I
heard a voice over my shoulder.
“You got that
smile on your face again, cowboy. Am I doing ya’ some good?
Did I hit a spot in there what made ju’ smile?”
“You couldn’t
feel no better if’n you tried, O.C. Damnation, you be one fine
fuck, Sir. That smile was for the same reason I told ju’ afore. I
ain’t git’n fucked by just no ordinary, handsome cowpoke, I’m git’n
fucked by a member of my family.”
O.C. gently
kissed me behind my ear, threw his strong arm around my chest, rolled
me over on top of him so he was fucking up into my butt from
underneath. He grabbed hold of the ‘longhorn’ with his other hand
and started stroking it in rhythm with his fucking. The feeling
of closeness and togetherness brought about by our words and his sudden
aggressive fucking, triggered both our come switches. We shot our
loads together. Mine flew into the air and landed all over my
belly, chest and some even flew into my face and hair.
I no sooner got
us cleaned up when I heard the automatic coffee maker click on. I
got O.C. a cup of coffee and brought it to him. He smiled as he
took if from me.
“I could git use
to having you around, Casey. Makes me think on what I’m gonna’ do
with the rest of my days. My girls have lives of their own and
while I love ‘em and my grand-kids, I ain’t got much in common with
‘em. I don’t see ‘em but a couple a’ times a year. I know I
must drive Bubba and his boys nuts. They invite me over all
the time, but they need their time together. Who know, maybe the
good Lord will send me somebody to bring me coffee in the mornings.”
“I certainly
hope so, O.C. I’d volunteer for the job in a heartbeat if’n I
didn’t already have obligations.”
“I know. I
weren’t suggest’n such a thing. I’s just think’n on how nice
it’ud be.”
We talked while
we finished our coffee and he grinned real big when I invited him to
the shower with me. By the time I got him washed down pretty
good, he was roaring hard again. I finally got what I was hoping
for. I got me a big ole taste of O.C. Harris’ cowboy come.
We got dressed
and headed for the big house. He dropped his big arm over my
shoulder and pulled me close as we walked together. He bussed a
quick kiss on my neck behind my ear, and I started getting hard
again. O.C. Harris was one sexy hombre. Even though I
brushed my teeth, I could still taste the lingering flavor of his
strong, cowboy come in my mouth. What a way to start a day of
balls-out rodeoing.
We got to the
house and walked into the kitchen. I was surprised to find almost
everyone was already there except Brett and Curt. I didn’t have
to ask where they were. There were smiles and big grins on all
the men’s faces as O.C. and I walked in.
“Sorry I’m a bit
late, Ma Claymore. Can I do some’um to help?”
“Y’ain’t late,
Casey. Yeah,— ” Cindy grinned wickedly at me. “git
over here and gimme’ my morning kiss and fix another pot of coffee.”
I chuckled and
went to give her a kiss. I held Cindy in my arms and gently
kissed her on her forehead. Everyone went, “Awww.”
She whispered to
me, “With a fine look’n cowboy like O.C. Harris bunk’n it in with
you,— I’m surprised you made it for breakfast a’ tall.” she threw
back her pretty head and giggled like a school girl.
I was blushing a
deep red color as I headed for the big coffee urn. My
embarrassment at Cindy’s statement wasn’t missed by all the cowboys in
the room. Before I started to fix the coffee, I got me and O.C. a
cup. I fixed his coffee like he liked it, and took it to him
across the room. That gesture wasn’t missed by any of them
either, especially my granddad. He just grinned real big and
winked at O.C. Brett and Curt
finally arrived looking like they’d rolled around all over the barn in
the hay. I had no doubt that’s exactly what they did. There
was lots of knowing smiles and grins when they arrived. I was
glad, it kind a’ took the spotlight off of O.C. and me. It didn’t
seem to bother Brett and Curt. They’d been together too long and
were so comfortable with each other they didn’t give a shit what
anybody else thought. They were fine cowboys, and they presented
that worth to the world at all times. What they did together was
their own damn business.
After breakfast
I got up to help clear the table like I always did. Cindy and the
girls went off to get ready for the day and left the clean up to the
younger men. We didn’t really have to do much but rinse the
plates and put them in the dishwasher. I took O.C. and my
granddad’s plate and headed to the sink. I saw the sheriff lean
back in his chair with a big shit eat’n grin on his face, and I knew
something awful was coming out of his mouth.
“So, O.
C.,” he paused dramatically, “— tell us how you feel this
morning, hoss?”
Everyone
snickered and Bubba roared with laugher at Gip’s pregnant
question. It was followed by a deafening silence in anticipation
of O.C.’s answer.
“I feel like a
new man, Sheriff.” O.C. shot back at Gip and grinned real big.
“Hell,
cowboy,— ain’t chu’ happy with the one you bunked in with?”
Gip could be wicked and lethal.
All the men
roared with laugher at Gip’s quick comeback and poor O.C. was in the
same position I was in earlier. He just grinned, shook his head
and began to blush. On him it looked good. Hell, anything
on that cowboy would look good.
“Nope!
More’n a little happy with the cowboy I was invited to bunk it in
with. I’s honored and proud to bunk it in with such a fine
buckaroo as Casey.”
I noticed
my granddad patted O.C. on the back as a sign of affection. I
could see the look in my granddad’s eyes, he really loved O.C. Harris
and was glad to have this time with him. Bubba was slapping O.C.
on the back like he was a newlywed bridegroom.
“Glad to hear
it!” said Gip, “ We don’t won’t no hands around here what
don’t pull their load,— or their buddy’s either for that matter.”
He added laughing at his own joke.
Once again
everyone broke up laughing.
“I’m sorry,
O.C., we’s jes’ fun’n wit’cha.’ Hope you enjoy yore’ stay with
us. You’re welcome here anytime.” Gip added.
O.C. was a good
sport. He had been around cowboys too many years to let a little
kidding get to him. I asked him about it later and he told me it
only made him feel more like family. I could understand
that. If cowboys don’t give a shit about you, they won’t say
anything.
The pickemup
trucks and cars began to arrive earlier than usual and Gip remarked
there was going to be a lot of folk there for the day. He and
Cindy planned on it and arranged enough food for everyone. They
didn’t really have to, all the women folk brought more than enough for
everybody.
O.C. and I
walked back to the double ‘R’ to put on our rodeo gear. I helped
him with his chaps, and he helped me with mine. It was when I
knelt in front of him, put his big buckaroo boot on my leg to strap on
his spurs that I got a good strong smell of O.C.’s masculine odor, and
I almost came in my Wranglers. I couldn’t get his second spur on
fast enough.
There was a
growing wet spot at the crotch of O.C.’s Wranglers and his damn
dick was rock hard trying like hell to get out. Poor thing, I
certainly didn’t want it cramped up inside like that. I felt
strongly it should be set free, to breath freely and admired by a
cowboy who could think of nothing better than to make a little love to
it.
I had O.C.’s
cock out and in my mouth faster than you can say ‘calf
rope.’ Damn, he tasted good. O.C. relaxed, leaned
back on the sofa, and allowed me to take care of him. I thought
he was going to choke me to death when he came. He shot volley
after volley of his thick, ropey cowboy come into my waiting, hungry
mouth.
We went around
with silly grins on our faces that morning, and Master Waddie was
right. When two cowboys bond and are sharing love, they can’t be
beat. O.C. and I roped together all day, but nobody could beat
us. I’d roped with O.C. several times before. I knew he was
good, but that day he was exceptional. We were exceptional
together. The sheriff could only shake his head in wonder and
smile knowingly at us. It didn’t matter whether we roped header
of heeler. We were always right on.
There was more
than one cowboy’s head who shook in disbelief after watching some of
our runs. Of course, all the men staying at the Sheriff’s ranch
knew why and there was more razzing and kidding. O.C. and I just
shrugged it off and grinned at each other. O.C. rode over to me
after one spectacular toss we made.
“See what chu’
done for me, cowboy.” he smiled.
“I think you
done the same for me, Mr. Harris.” I emphasized his last name as
a sign of respect for the man’s sexual powers. He roared with
laughter.
“Thanks,
Casey.” he said sincerely.
“For what, Mr.
Harris?”
“For inviting me
to stay with you. It means a lot to me.”
“Well,— it’s
been pert-damn good for me, too, Sir. Best part is,— we still got
tonight together.”
“Cain’t gainsay
that, pod’na. Jes’ look!” O.C. looked down at his crotch
and I laughed.
“That damn thing
hard again?” I laughed.
“Damn
straight! I look at chu’ on yore’ pony and wonder what it would
be like to fuck you with you wear’n them chaps and boots a’
yours. Ever’ time I think on it, I leak a little more in my
jeans.” He smiled at me. We shared a laugh.
“We can talk
about it, Sir. I’m easy.” I winked at him.
“Woah!”
replied O.C. Harris as he rearranged his package.
I though to
myself, ‘If you only knew what you’re in store for this evening,
my handsome, sexy cowman, you’d have to ride to the barn and change
your Wranglers.’
I didn’t look at
him, but I got one of those smiles on my face again.
“I ain’t even
gonna’ asked about that smile.” he laughed.
“That’s all
right, I’ll remind ju’ about it later.” I told him.
* * * * * * *
It was the last
weekend in August, and it can still be unbearably hot in Texas.
There was a lot of shade around the Claymore’s rodeo arena. The
sheriff’s dad and granddad planted oak trees around for just that
purpose, and they took good care of them over the years. They
grew into huge trees which offered shade and food for a variety a
critters. It was almost like a park where the kids could climb,
run and play without the parents being worried about them getting
overheated.
It was also good
for the ponies, because they didn’t get so hot. When we weren’t
riding O.C. and I took our ponies out of the arena regularly to water
them and give them a break. I could swear my pony, Rocky, knew I
was going to leave the next day, and I would be away for a
while. He was so attentive to me several cowboys including my
granddad and O.C. noticed. He didn’t want me too far away from
him all day.
I wondered if I
could touch his mind. I sent out feelers like I would with my
little brother or Griz. At first I only got fleeting sensations
like pictures with a word thrown in now and then. Then he looked
me right in the eye, and I heard clear as day,
<<
Rider? Casey? >>
<< Yes,
Rocky, — did I frighten you? >>
He stamped and
snorted like I was an idiot to ask. I didn’t need to probe his
mind to know what he was thinking. I could swear I heard
laughter. ‘Can a horse laugh?’ I wondered to myself.
<< Griz
tell me you have gift. Took you a while. >> Rocky
chastised me. << And, yes, we laugh. >>
<< Sorry,
pod’na,— never knew I could do it before. You know I’m going away
for a while, don’t chu’? >>
He stamped his
front feet and nodded his head.
<< Know
for while now. >> he replied.
<< You
upset about it? >>
<< Not so
much now. Hear your head. Know you worry about me.
Rocky fear more for you than me. I be fine here. Big
man-stallion with happy laugh and his man-colts feed and treat me good.
>> << I’ll be
here most ever’ other weekend. It ain’t gonna’ be forever, Rock.
>>
<< I
know. You’re mine. You my rider. You belong to
Rocky. You won’t leave me. >>
I laughed to
myself about the way Rocky thought about me as his.
<< You’re
right, Rock,— I am yours. I’ll be yours as long as you want and
need me. >>
<< I
know. You treat me good. You love me like a part of
you. We good together. >>
<< I do,
Rock! I do love you. You are a part of me. I couldn’t
do without my pod’na. Do you know about love? >>
Again I could
swear he was laughing at me.
<< All
God’s creatures know about love, rider, and yes,— Rocky love Casey.
>>
Rocky nuzzled me
with his head and waited for me to pet him. As I showed him
affection, tears came to my eyes. I was stunned. Not only
did my pony know about love, he knew about God. I thought,
‘How dumb we are to take these beautiful, talented creatures for
granted.’
<< My
man-colt not dumb! Rider not take Rocky for granted. You
good man-colt, Casey. >>
<<
Man-colt? >> I laughed.
<< You be
stallion soon enough. Stay man-colt while you can. You be
Rocky’s man-colt for while longer. Rocky still teach
things.” He stamped one foot and shook his mane to emphasize his
seriousness.
<< Thanks,
Rocky. I promise, I’ll stay a man-colt for a while longer.
I know I still have things to learn from you. I love you more’n
you know, big guy. I’ll miss you. >> I put my arms
around his neck, hugged, and kissed him.
<< Rocky
know. Rocky miss man-colt. >> he nuzzled me back.
I didn’t realize
the arena had become quiet and everyone was looking at me making love
to my pony with a tear stained face. Without saying a word they
instinctively knew I was saying goodbye to my partner for a
while. Cowboys know about that sort of thing.
O.C. was roping
with the Sheriff. My granddad walked over to me and handed me his
kerchief to wipe the tears from my eyes.
“I only ever did
see me a couple of cowboys in my life who seemed to have a special
communication with their ponies like you do with yours, Son.
There’s a strong bond between you. Tells me a lot about a
man. Sometimes I get the feel’n watching you and him work
together, he’s the heart and brains of the outfit, and he’s jes’
allow’n you to be his partner.” My granddad smiled and winked at
me.
“You couldn’t be
more right, Mr. Langtry. You won’t git no argument from me.
He owns me. He thinks on me as his man-colt. I’m his.
I’m, proud, honored and feel privileged to belong to him,— to be his
partner, his rider. Right, pod’na?” I spoke to Rocky.
He stamped his
front feet, whinnied and shook his head affirmative. I could
swear he winked at me.
“Remarkable.”
said my granddad softly, “If’n I didn’t know better, I’d swear
that pony understood ever’ word you jes’ said.”
Rocky threw back
his head and laughed. I laughed at his reaction.
“I assure you,
Mr. Langtry,— he does.”
* * * * * * *
The day was one
of the best days Rocky and I had together in a long time. The
rest of the day was like a dream. I only had to think what I’d
like for us to do and Rocky was right there. I no longer though
about what I wanted him to do for me. I began to think about what
might be best for us, with his approval, of course.
I shifted gears
in my head about my relationship with the good pony who owned me.
I never loved a pony more than I did Rocky. I could only compare
it with the feeling I had with Master Waddie. Master Waddie will
always own a part of me,— and so will Rocky. It’s just like O.C.
said my granddad taught him,— it’s all about belonging.
* * * * * * *
The day wound
down, the neighbors left and we put the ponies away. The sheriff
announced to the folks he wouldn’t be receiving guest for rodeoing the
next day. He was going to church and wanted to spend the day with
his family and ranch guest. Being good country folks they
understood the sheriff needed his own time.
We all pitched
in and prepared a small supper. It was a wonderful evening and
there was an ebb and flow of love which passed between the people
gathered around the sheriff’s table. I wondered about the need to
go to church. To me, this was more sacred than the dog and pony
show of any organized religion; bowing and scraping, and being made to
feel the collective guilt of an ancient culture that has little
relevance to our modern world. I thought to myself, ‘You’d think
if a pony knows about God and love,— after a couple of thousand years,
why hasn’t mankind progressed to know a simpler understanding of
God and learn about the many ways of love?’
* * * * * * *
In the early
evening the men retired to the lawn chairs under the huge spreading
oaks in front the sheriff’s house to watch the sun set in the
West. It was a wonderful evening and the men began to tell
stories. Cowboys can tell the best stories. Gip told
a story that had us on the edge of our seats and Bubba told a story
that had us laughing our ass’s off. I was hoping my Granddad
would tell a story.
Several of the
men, including O.C. and Bubba, asked Mr. Langtry, but he quietly
declined. I felt sorry for him at that moment and felt O.C.’s
hand pull me closer to him. I know he felt the same sadness
coming from my granddad. After a while, the men got tired of
story telling and decided to call it a night. Everyone left for
their bunk space.
Since no team
beat O.C. and me at roping that day, none of the men had anything snide
to say to us; however, my ‘owner’ had a few choice comments to send my
way now that he had my undivided attention. Rocky knew I could
turn him off if I wanted to, but I enjoyed his occasional take on
things. He was brutally honest, and could be deadly funny
sometimes. He complimented me on my choice of O.C. Harris as my
‘rider.’ I damn near fell out laughing while walking back to the
double ‘R’ with O.C. Unthinking and trying to be humorous,
I shot back to him,
<< Make a
bargain with you, pod’na. You don’t say nothing about my sex
life, and I won’t say nothing about yours. >> I laughed.
<< What
sex life? >> he asked, laughing at me.
I knew he was
referring to my dad and me gilding him as a colt. I felt really
bad about what I thought. I knew he felt my embarrassment and
pain.
<< I’m
sorry, Rocky,— that was insensitive of me. >> I heard more
laughter.
<< Rocky
has sex life. Rocky been sharing yours for years now.
>> He laughed at my naivete. << Now that you
know,— man-colt not turn off Rocky? >>
<< I
wouldn’t think of it, pod’na. After all, I’m yours,— am I not?”
>>
<< All of
you! >> I heard him laughing from the barn.
“You wouldn’t
believe me if’n I was ta’ tell you, Mr. Harris.”
“I’d believe any
damn thing you tell me, Son.” O.C. assured me.
“Rocky,— my
pony,— he jes’ done told me he thought chu’ was a fine ‘rider’ for
me.” I couldn’t help but laugh again.
“I wondered what
was going on between you two today. Several of the cowboys
commented on it. They all said they ain’t seen nothing like
it. I weren’t pay’n no attention ‘til the sheriff told me to
watch. He said you two was able to read each others minds, but I
thought he was talk’n ‘bout an understanding. He meant it
literally,— didn’nee?”
“Yes, Sir,— he
did. Sheriff Claymore’s a more observant man than I give him
credit for. My granddad picked up on it, too, but like you, he
thought me’n Rocky jes’ has an understanding. It’s a little
more’n ‘nat, Mr. Harris.”
“I’ll be damn,
Son. Learn some’um new and good ‘bout chu’ ever’ day.” He
pulled me into him tighter as we walked. His warmth and
generosity felt good. * * * * * * *
We got to the
double ‘R’ and I let us in.
“How’s ‘bout a
couple a’ fingers, Mr. Harris?”
“Wouldn’t mind,—
if’n you join me.”
“Thanks, Mr.
Harris,— believe I will. Make yore’self comfortable on the couch,
and I’ll get it for us.”
O.C. took his
cowboy hat off, set it on an end table and sat on the couch as I went
to the kitchen to get glasses and the Southern Comfort. I could
see the handsome cowboy out of the corner of my eye as I slowly poured
the liquor into the glasses. I started getting an erection just
looking at him. Damn, he was a hot cowboy. I wanted nothing
better than to rip his Wranglers open and suck him off on the couch,
but I promised someone else other things.
I returned to
the couch and handed him his drink. I sat down beside him, took
off my hat and set it next to his on the end table. We clinked
glasses in a toast and took our first sip of Comfort. I moved
closer to O.C., took his hand an pulled his arm around my shoulder.
“You feel good,
‘rider.’” I laughed and winked at him. He laughed with
me. O.C. leaned into me and gave me a quick kiss.
“I’ll be your
‘rider’ anytime you need it, hoss.” He spoke softly to me,
“Think you might like to ‘ride’ sometime, cowboy? You certainly
got the tack for it.” he chuckled.
“I have before,
O.C.; however, with men older’n me, I enjoy being ridden. My pony
calls me his man-colt. He told me today he wanted me to stay his
man-colt for a while longer;— said I’d become a stallion soon
enough. I think I know what he’s talk’n about, and I’m gonna’
take my pony’s advice.” “I’d say
that was pert-damn good horse sense, pod’na.” O.C. said in all
seriousness.
“Remember what I
said we could talk about? How would ju’ feel about ride’n yore’
ole hoss tonight with yore’ boots and chaps on, cowboy?”
“Like a dream
come true,— but won’t it mess up yore’ bed?”
“Naw, we jes’
won’t turn the leather cover down.”
“Yore’ uncle’n
me used to do it that a’ way all the time. Yore’ uncle was really
hot in his outfit. You gonna’ wear yours if’n I wear mine?”
“Be happy to,
rider.” I winked at him again.
“Got me a new
nickname,— don’t I?” he grinned.
“‘Feared so, —
you mind, Sir?”
“Jes’ be careful
when you use it, hoss,— look at the wet spot at my crotch. It’ll tell
ya’ all ya’ need to know.” I laughed at
him. He was roaring hard again. He took me in his big
cowboy arms and kissed me gently. My dick was trying to get out
of my Wranglers.
“I better git in
‘nair and clean up.” I told him.
“I should get in
‘nair after you. I’ve been in the saddle all day.”
“Uuhh,— ?
” I paused dramatically, like I was hesitant to say
something. O.C. smiled knowingly and laughed at me.
“You’re jes’
like your uncle, hoss. He didn’t want me shower’n nither, until
after we done it.”
I threw back my
head and laughed. I took his glass and poured him another two
fingers of Comfort and excused myself. He watched as I undressed
in front of him. He kept sneaking glances at me, and he would
smile like a Cheshire cat in heat. O.C. was the same age my uncle
would’ve been. He was about three years younger than my
dad. It made him one of the youngest middle aged men I’d been
with, and he was only about thirteen years older than I.
I couldn’t help
think about my dad when I caught O.C. looking at me and smiling.
The way he smiled and carried himself was just like my dad. It
was comforting, and yet, a bit disconcerting to feel like this man was
so closely associated with my uncle, my dad, Bubba, Gip and Waddie
Claymore.
It didn’t take
me long to clean myself and insert my plug. When I return to the
living area, my plug almost dropped out of my ass. O.C. was
sitting on the couch with only his bat winged working chaps, his sweat
stained, rawhide leather vest, his big, heavy buckaroo boots and his
hat. My eyes couldn’t believe the hot sight in front of me.
My knees almost buckled, my heart palpitated, my face inflamed and
became cherry red, saliva flowed into my mouth, and my poor sphincter
suddenly lost all its pucker. I felt my plug slipping out of my
ass, and had to reach back with my hand to keep it from falling out.
“Damn,
rider! I weren’t ready for this! You look so hot, I damn
near lost my plug.” I chuckled and O.C. roared with laughter.
He stood and
opened his arms for me. I went to him, he embraced me with a kiss
and moved his rough hand to my ass. He graciously held my plug
for me so I could throw my arms around him in response. It was no
gentle kiss. This was a kiss of cowboy passion. My old
‘longhorn’ and his handsome cowboy dick fought each other as they grew
up between our bellies. “Woah,
dogies!” I exclaimed.
“Me, too.”
he laughed.
I got busy
putting on my cowboy duds and heard my rider suck in air though his
teeth as I bent over in front of him to adjust the leg straps on my
chaps. He got a clear shot of my plug up my butt. His ole
dick must have had a mind of its own. It kept leaping in the air
like a gymnast on a trampoline.
After I finished
I went to him and knelt in front of him. I think I surprised him
when I leaned over and kissed each of his boots. I can’t remember
ever seeing a man’s dick get harder than my rider’s after I kissed his
boots. I moved to his crotch and took a deep breath. He
smelled wonderful. He had a strong, clean masculine scent about
him. I leaned over and started cleaning the sweat from his
beautiful low hanging balls.
O.C. was almost
in agony from the sensuality. He leaned back on the couch, and
let me have my way with him. I kissed and teased his rock hard
penis for several minutes before I took him down my throat. I
felt him place his hands on my head and forcibly hold it still. I
could tell he was close to shooting. I remained still for several
minutes until his urge to come passed, then he eased his dick out of my
mouth.
“I wanna’ save
that for my hoss.” he breathed quietly.
I smiled at
him. I understood. It was all right with me. I didn’t
care which end caught for him, I just wanted his hot cowboy cream
inside me. I suggested we move to the bedroom and O.C. readily
agreed. I lay on my back and raised my legs for his best access
to my ass. O.C. smiled as his climbed onto my bed on his knees
and positioned himself in front of me. I handed him a small towel
and he quickly popped my plug from my hole. He just as quickly
replaced it with his stiff penis, sinking it to the hilt in my
ass. I could feel his low hanging balls slap and bounce against
my butt. My rider was home in his saddle.
O.C. began to
slowly fuck me much like he did the night before; however, this time
there was a decidedly more self-assuredness about him that can only
come from experience. He was feeling free with me to abandon all
worries about hurting me or seeing to my comfort. He knew I’d be
all right. He knew what I most wanted from him was to take what
he needed. He was right. I was equally shifting gears with
my thoughts about him being my ‘rider’ and me his ‘hoss.’
Conjoined we formed a team, a good team, an unbeatable team, and like
my ‘owner’ I was allowing him to take us where we both wanted to go.
He slowly
lowered himself on top of me, and I locked my boots around his waist,
working with him, pulling him into me, urging him to take more, to ride
me a bit harder. O.C. seemed to be responding like any good
cowboy would to his ‘hoss.’ He planted himself deeply
inside me and came to a stop. He kissed me, and our kiss became
as sexual as his rock hard dick penetrating my hole.
<< Are you
ready? >> a voice in my head asked.
<< Jes’
git’n ‘em warmed up for ya’, uncle. >> I replied.
A soft blue
light began to fill the bedroom. It took a moment for O.C. to
notice, but when he did he, instead of being frightened, he looked into
my eyes for an explanation.
“You said you’d
give anything to hold my Uncle Seth again.” I smiled at
him. The reality was beginning to hit him, but the mechanics of
the situation was unclear.
“What?
How?” he stammered, as O.C. moved to his knees with his cock
still firmly planted up my butt.
The blue glow
coalesced into a small blue sprite that slowly moved around the room
and finally came to rest on a night stand next to my bed.
“You remember me
asking you to pray for my uncle when I first met you over a month ago?”
“Yeah,— and I
have, but— ” O.C. stammered.
“It’s him.
It’s my Uncle Seth. He came to me last night in a dream. We
sat this up so you could be with him for a while.”
“How? I
don’t understand.”
“Watch.” I
told him as I reached out my open hand to the sprite. It moved to
the palm of my hand, and I slowly brought it in front of us. We
were bathed in the glow of its electric blue essence. I could see
the amazement in O.C.’s eyes as I released it to sit upon my
chest. It was remarkable, I could feel and smell the presence of
my uncle within it. It had mass and weight.
“Take your hand
and press firmly on the light, and he will enter my body, rider.”
I smiled at him using his nickname as a bond between us.
“Are you sure,
Casey? Is it safe?”
“Not to
worry. It’s my uncle, O.C.,— he would never harm me.”
Hesitantly, O.C.
moved his hand and held it over the light. He suddenly drew back
his hand and sucked in a deep breath of air.
“My God,— it has
mass! I can feel him! It is Seth!” he exclaimed.
I smiled at him
and nodded. Once again he slowly moved his hand to my chest, but
this time, he gently pushed upon the light and watched it flood into my
body. He watched my body arch and gasp taking a deep breath like
I was filling my lungs with air for the first time.
“Casey,— are you
all right?” he shouted.
“He’s
fine. He’s here with me, Ocie. How good it is to breathe
again, to feel myself inside a living body, and best of all, within the
body of my beloved, cowboy nephew.”
Seth was the
only person to ever say O.C.’s name like the two letters were one
name. His name was, in fact, Ocie Craynallis Harris, but only a
few knew. There was no doubt in O.C.’s mind his beloved brother
was speaking to him.
“Seth? Is
it really you?” Tears begin to well up in his eyes.
“Yes, my beloved
brother. It’s your loving and adoring ‘poon.’”
When they were
together, O.C. heard the term ‘poon tang’ used as a slang term for an
Asian woman’s vagina. He thought it was the funniest thing he
ever heard and started calling Seth Quee his little ‘poon’ as a loving
reference to his partner’s hole. It was a secret shared only by
him and Seth Quee. O.C. broke down in tears, and my eyes started
to flow as well. My uncle moved my arms around his cowboy and
pulled him close.
“There, there,—
it’s all right, Ocie. I’m here with you for a while.
Casey’s been kind enough to let me use his body, to speak through him
and let me hold you once again. I can only stay a while, just
long enough for us to make love, and for me to beg your forgiveness for
having left you after we made plans to share our lives together.
I’m so sorry, brother. I loved you so much, and I still do.”
“You came to me
once before, but I couldn’t understand what you wanted.”
“Yes,— I
remember. I didn’t have much strength, but I was trying to tell
you I was still with you, looking out for you,— still loving you.
Can you find it in your big, cowboy heart to forgive me, brother?”
O.C. started
crying again, but Seth held him tight and once again soothed his spirit
until O.C. could get himself together.
“I forgave you
long ago, Seth. I was hurt and disappointed, but I was young, I
got over it. I went on with my life, but I’ve never forgotten
yore’ love and what you meant to me. You taught me about love,
Quee. You taught me how to love and the meaning of love. I
love you today as much as I ever did. Now I know why it’s so easy
for me to love Casey. He’s so much like you in every way,— but,
he’s Casey. He’s a good man,— a fine cowboy, but he ain’t chu,’
Quee.” “I know, but he
has a spark from me. After I was killed in Nam I went to his
mother who was still pregnant with him and gave him a spark from my
soul. He has a spark from three people, his mother Frances, his
dad our brother Vince, and me;— however, Casey is fully his own man,
and I’m so proud of him. There’s more to your connection than
either of you know right now, but it will be revealed to you.
There was more to your and my connection than either of us ever
knew. I’m not allowed to tell you, but there’s one who can and
will tell you.”
“It is you,
Quee,— ” O.C. spoke softly to his mate and kissed him gently on
the lips. “I can feel you, and your body always had a fragrance
like no other. It always made my dick hard. I can smell you
now, and I’m getting harder in yore’ ass.”
“We were younger
then, Ocie, and you were one of the most handsome cowboys I ever laid
eyes on. Look at chu’! You’re a mature, middle aged man who
is even more sexy now than you were then. You feel so good in my
nephew’s ass, hoss. I feel it. I feel you growing strong
inside of me. This is too wonderful. No wonder my nephew is
so taken with you, and he’s right; you do fuck him just like his dad.
Make love to me,
my stallion. Fuck me again like you used to. This is what
you wanted. This is what you wished for. It’s what I want,
Ocie. It’s what I need. We only have a little while.
This moment is for you,— for us, my beloved cowboy,— my
stallion.” Seth Quee chuckled. “Ride me like the
wind. Ride me like you used to, Ocie. My nephew even has us
both dressed in our cowboy duds like you and I done so many
times. This is hot, Ocee. Let’s not waste a minute.”
O.C. didn’t
reply but started making sweet love to his mate. They shared a
passionate kiss that communicated the joy of reunion and of missing
passion they both longed for all these years. O.C. began to fuck
Seth Quee like he used to when they were young cowboys together.
He fucked him long and deep, playing with his body, filling him with
kisses and his strong, cowboy loving.
It was
strange. I was there along side my uncle. I could feel
everything,— every nuance of O.C.’s fucking,— the rutting smells of
both of men,— the new and slightly different, but not unpleasant odor
of my uncle,— everything. I could’ve taken over at any moment,
but I didn’t want to. This was between my Uncle Seth and his
mate. I only felt joy and happiness in being able to be the
vessel to get them together again. I began to wonder about other
possibilities.
O.C. was fucking
for joy and the sheer pleasure of once again fucking the man he loved
all those years ago. He would shed tears onto Seth’s face and
kiss them away as he fucked him. He knew to fulfil his mate he
once again had to take from Seth Quee what he needed. O.C. slowly
built up his pace until he was fucking Seth Quee at full gallop.
Seth Quee urged him on.
“Fuck me
hoss! Fuck me cowboy! Blow that big, bull-wad in yore’
balls inside your poon. Oh God, Ocie! You never felt
better, hoss. Ride me home, cowboy!”
“I love you,
Seth! I love you and I forgive you! You will always be my
Quee,— my poon. You gave it to me so long ago, and I’m reclaiming
it as mine. I’m gonna’ give you what chu’ need, brother.
Oh, God! I can’t hold it no more! I’m gonna’ come,
Quee! Hold your poon up there for me, hoss! Take all of
yore’ cowboy! I’m coming, Quee! Oh Lord, that’s so
good! So good!”
I could feel my
own ejaculation boiling up inside me, but I gave my uncle full
control. He held back for a moment until he was certain his mate
was emptying his balls deep within our ass. I gave it up to my
uncle and he, in turn, gave it up to our rider. It was a hard won
shot for each of them and O.C. collapsed in a pool of sweat and ecstasy
whispering to his mate his love for him and thanking him for one last
fuck.
“I love you so
much, Ocie,— but I have to go now. I must return Casey’s body to
him.”
“Stay a while
longer, Quee. Don’t leave me yet.”
“I can’t my
beloved cowboy. I have to leave Casey’s body while I have the
strength. Kiss me once more, cowboy.”
O.C. kissed his
love goodbye with the gentleness of a saint. His kiss conveyed
the depth and breadth his love reached with his soul for his lost
mate. They broke off their kiss, and the small blue sprite exited
my body, flew around our heads several times, bussed a kiss on each of
our cheeks, moved beside the bed and began to grow into the image of a
man. We saw my cowboy uncle as I saw him in my dream the night
before. He was stunning.
“Thanks, Casey,—
I love you for your humanity and your generosity. You’re a good
man, Son. I’m proud of you. And, as for you, my beloved
cowboy,— death ain’t the end of love. Love is stronger than
death. I’ll carry yore’ love with me even when I cross
over. I’ll be waiting for you, and we’ll love again. Count
on it! I love you both, more’n you can know. Goodbye,—
catch you cowboys on down the road.” And he was gone.
For the first
time since I’d been with him, O.C. Harris lost his erection and slipped
out of my ass. He was laying on top of me, but rolled us on our
sides facing each other. He quietly broke down again and poured
the long lost tears of his heart out to me. I held him close and
made gentle love to him to calm him. He finally got himself
together.
“Thank you,
Casey. Your uncle was right. You are a good hearted,
generous man. It’s exactly what I wanted and needed. Now my
old heart can be at peace. I only hope Quee can make amends to
his father.”
“We’re work’n on
‘nat, rider.” I whispered to him.
“Could you feel
it while I was,— ?”
“Everything!
I was right here alongside my uncle. It was him what was using my
body, but I was right there.”
“Making love to
two men,— two souls at once. Wow,— that’s a first. It
was hot, Casey. I appreciate your generosity.”
“How much?
Enough to fuck me this time?” I laughed teasing him.
I didn’t have to
ask a second time. I felt my cowboy growing hard against my
belly. There was only one other man who could hold a candle to my
dad, ‘the sex machine,’ and that was O.C. Harris. I couldn’t
imagine a potent man like O.C. living alone on a ranch with little or
no sexual outlet. He was one of the most caring, thoughtful,
demandingly sexual men I ever met. It was my decided opinion,
O.C. Harris would make some man a fine Master.
O.C. and I
fucked like two squirrels storing up nuts for the winter. We
didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. I didn’t mind. I was
as much to blame as he was. I couldn’t get enough of him. I
sucked him off again the next morning in the shower.
* * * * * * *
When we walked
into the kitchen the next morning there was a hush came over the
assembled men. I learned later there was a glow about O.C. that
none of the men witnessed before. I helped Cindy and her girls
get breakfast ready for everyone.
“What happened
to you, brother? You look ten years younger.” I heard Bubba
ask O.C. as I handed him a cup of coffee.
“A good nights
sleep will do wonders for a man.” O.C. replied and grinned real
big.
“Yeah,—
right!” said Bubba laughing.
Nothing more was
said, but I noticed my granddad managed to sit next to O.C. at the
table with me on O.C.’s other side. I could tell he was curious
about O.C. and me and what might have occurred. He didn’t ask any
question, but he sure was curious. I knew, for my sake, O.C.
wouldn’t tell him anything. He probably wouldn’t believe him
anyway. There was, however, several men at the table who would
believe him,— the sheriff, Bubba, and their boys.
The sheriff
announced to everyone, he and his family would be going to church and
anyone who wanted to join them was welcome; however, he realized church
going wasn’t some folks druthers and no one should feel
obligated. I was surprised when every man there indicated they’d
like to go with the sheriff and his family. I was little
surprised when my granddad announced he’d like to go. I
remembered he went to church with us that Sunday after the rodeo;
however, after what O.C. told me about his experiences, I thought he
might steer clear of church. Was he still a closet
fundamentalist, or had he truly found his peace with God?
After breakfast
clean up duty, O.C. and I joined the men to walk down to the barn to
care for the livestock for the day. Talk was lively around the
breakfast table and the men continued their conversations on the way to
the barn. We fed the animals and returned to the double ‘R’ to
get ready for church. We had a couple of hours before we had to
be ready. I was glad O.C. and I had some time to talk.
I figured after
church and Sunday dinner we wouldn’t have much time to say goodbye to
each other. I knew the sheriff and his boys would want to rodeo
for a while, but they would have to break off in the afternoon so
Bubba, his boys and O.C. could load their ponies and start back to
their ranches. Also the sheriff had to take us into town so we
could catch a ride out to the Lazy 8. We had some time
to kill so I suggested to O.C. we lay across my bed and talk.
“I’m glad we
have a little time together this morning so’s I can tell you goodbye
proper-like and not make a fool of myself later this afternoon.”
I smiled at him.
“Yeah,— after
what we done and been through this weekend it’s gonna’ be awful hard to
say goodbye to you, Case.”
“I’m so glad you
accepted my invitation to come stay with me. It’s meant as much
to me as it has for your, rider.” I grinned at him.
“I ain’t a’
gonna’ push, Casey, but am I gonna’ git to see you again?”
“Like you said,—
after what we shared this weekend do you think you could keep me
away?” I chuckled. He smiled at my response.
“I hope
not. I wouldn’t wanna’ keep you away. I know you have other
obligations, Son. I ain’t playing a needy card here; however,
if’n you feel like it, I’d like to spend as much time with you as I
can. When you git one a’ yore’ weekends off from the ranch, and
you don’t have obligations to the sheriff or others, come stay
with me. I’d love to have you down to the ranch. Hell, come
down and stay with Bubba and his boys. We don’t have to bunk it
in ever’ time. I’d jes’ like to see you, Casey. I wasn’t
kidding when I told ju’ I love you. After what chu’ done for me
and Quee, you’re like family to me now.
“You gotta’ know
I love you, too, rider. I’d be right proud to drive down and
spend a weekend with you at yore’ ranch. I’ll keep in touch and
let chu’ know my schedule. Right now, I have no idea how all this
will turn out; however, we’ll git to see each other when you, Bubba and
his boys come for fall roundup in a couple a’ weeks. We may not
be able to do a hell of a lot, but I’d be willing to share my tent with
ya. I’d love to take care of my ‘rider’ after a hard day in the
saddle, go to sleep in yore’ arms, with the taste a’ yore’ cowboy cream
on my tongue.”
“Stop talk’n
that a’ ways! You gonna’ be in big trouble in a minute, hoss,
if’n you don’t.”
“I was a’ hope’n
I might git myself into a little trouble.” I laughed.
“What about
chore’ granddad, Casey? I see by the way Curtis looks at you he’s
think’n on more’n jes’ yore’ cowboy skills. What if he decides
he’d like to bunk it in with you some weekend?”
“My purpose in
coming here to Texas and going to work for the Lazy 8 is to git to know
my granddad. It ain’t no secret among the men I’ve met and love,
I bunk it in with my own dad. Like my pony owns me, my heart
belongs to my dad, O.C.; however, I certainly wouldn’t have no problem
bunk’n it in with my granddad. I think he’s a good looking man.”
“Curtis is a
mighty fine look’n man. He’s one hell of a hot cowboy. I’ve
had fantasies of bedding him myself, but I ain’t never got up the nerve
to ask him. He ain’t never let on like he’d like to share
my bunk. He’s come to the ranch many times and stayed a weekend
with me and Bubba. Me’n Bubba’s ‘bout the only family he has.
The last
several years he’s spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with us. Most times
my girls and their families will join us and he enjoys my grand-kids
almost as much as I do. Probably more so, ‘cause I’m always glad
to wave goodbye to ‘em.” O.C. laughed.
I wasn’t prying,
Casey, I’s jes’ concerned for you. I guess I’ve watched so many
things blow up in my face I thought was the bedrock of my life, and I
hope and pray with all my heart you and Curtis come to love each
other. He’s a good man, Casey. For all the grief he
caused earlier in his life he don’t deserve not to be forgiven and to
be reunited with any family he has left.”
“What do you
think my uncle meant when he told ju’ we had a greater connection with
each other we have no idea of?”
“I wondered
about that. I ain’t real sure, Son. You got any ideas?”
“None, other
than you’re so much like my dad in many ways. You don’t look like
him, but you’re each good look’n men. It’s jes’ the way you
conduct yourself and the way you deal with folks what makes me think on
him. I guess that’s about the best compliment I could pay you,
rider,— my dad’s one of the best. Don’t make ‘em like my old man
no more.”
“I agree.
I haven’t seen him in years, but I remember him as a young man and he
would give you the shirt off his back if you asked him. Sounds
like he’s still that way. I’d love to see him again, Casey.”
“I have a
feeling you will, O.C. I hope so.”
* * * * * * *
We talked some
more and I sucked him off again. This time O.C. insisted on
taking me at the same time. He didn’t gag on the ‘longhorn’ and
took my spunk like a pro.
We went to
church and my granddad sat on one side of me and O.C. on the
other. We all sat in the sheriff’s family pews and were welcomed
by the preacher. He preached a good sermon about being kind to
those less fortunate than us. He wasn’t a dynamic speaker, and I
found myself thinking about other things. Sitting between two
powerful men like my granddad and O.C. it was hard to keep my mind on
anything.
* * * * * * *
After Sunday
dinner Gip and his boys wanted to rodeo a bit more. The day
wasn’t as hot as the previous day and there was a cool breeze blowing
though the big oak trees. My granddad commented he thought it
might be a sign of an early winter this year.
O.C. and I
continued to beat the pants off of everyone, except one run I made with
my granddad tied a couple of our better runs. I was kind of glad
to have one last time to work with Rocky before I left. He and I
didn’t communicate too much. We’d said our goodbyes the day
before, but I gave him some extra oats and took more time rubbing him
down when I put him away. I hugged and kissed him goodbye once
more and left the barn to get my gear to throw in the back of Gip’s
pickup truck.
Bubba, his boys,
Vince and Seth, and O.C. got their ponies loaded, goodbyes were said,
and they took off to return to their ranches. It was hard saying
goodbye to the four of them.
After a tearful
good by to Cindy, the girls, little Gip and Waddie Buck, we got into
the sheriff’s big crew cab pickup and he drove us into town to the
sheriff’s station. After we got there, Gip asked me into his
office for a minute.
“If you need
anything, you call me. You call me here or at home anytime.
If’n, for some reason, I ain’t around you leave word with Cindy or
little Gip, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. You
understand, Son?”
“Thanks,
Sheriff. You and your family have been s’damn good to me.
I’m gonna’ miss you. Thank you for everything, Gip.”
“What are
families for, Son?” he smiled at me.
We hugged and I
gave him a big kiss. I almost lost it.
* * * * * * *
We didn’t have
to wait long and the truck for the ranch was there. I transferred
my saddle and duffle bag to the rear and climbed in the rear cab of the
truck with Brett and Curt. My granddad rode up front with the
driver, another cowboy from the ranch.
We got on the
road for a two hour drive to the ranch. I was excited but a bit
melancholy from the high of the weekend and having such a wonderful
time with O.C. and my uncle. I wondered if I was doing the right
thing and if I’d make the grade as a full time cowboy. I was more
interested in doing well to gain my granddad’s approval than proving
anything to myself.
Rocky taught me
a good lesson about how to think about things, and I reached out with
my mind to thank him.
<< Why you
worry, rider? Main man-stallion from ranch may be blood, but you
own him,— jes’ like Rocky own you. >>
I laughed and
thanked him again for his sage advice. I forgot I owned a third
interest in the Lazy 8. I sat back, smiled to myself, relaxed and
enjoyed the ride to the ranch.
End of Chapter
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