Cabbage Patch Cowboy
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 6


Jimmy Sue held the wedding shower for Linda Sue. Her house was the biggest, and almost all the women in the community were there except Judy and Dorothy. They received invitations. Buck asked Jimmy Sue to invite them due to his and Morgan's close relationship. Jimmy Sue did as requested but received no reply. Morgan's wife and step-daughter didn't send so much as a card.

The night of Buck's bachelor party was the Saturday night a week before the wedding. It was thrown by Morgan Lovejoy, Dan Justin, Quinton Tate and Gary Stiles.  Morgan, Dan and Gip picked Buck up along with Waddie. The two boys were to be included.  Morgan and Dan agreed they were too close to Buck not to be included. They needed to see what adults do at these things anyway. They should be included. Then, too, the deciding factor was hardheaded old Buck wasn't going to have a bachelor party unless the boys were included.

"Them boys have become Dan and me's world. No boys,— no Buck!" And, he meant it.

They got Buck into the car, and the boys blindfolded him.  Waddie and Gip giggled like crazy because they knew what was coming. Buck had no idea. They drove for a while, got out of the car and led him into a building. He guessed correctly, it was the Grange Hall. They sat him on a tall stool, like a bar stool, and Dan and Morgan disappeared. The boys kept him company. Dan and Morgan soon returned to keep him company while the boys disappeared. Finally they returned and Buck was told he could take off his blindfold.

Buckely Livingstone Claymore got the shock of his adult life. For once in his life, Buck Claymore had no words to say. He opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out. He settled for shaking his head and grinning from ear to ear. In front of him stood close to two hundred of his dearest men friends of his community naked as the day they were born, including Waddie, Gip, Morgan, Dan, Gary and Quinton; all naked down to their boots. They all refused to give up their boots. A cowboy don't care about the rest of his clothes, but he's stark naked without his boots.

They all yelled, "Surprise!" and you can bet your ass the big man was surprised. Buck lost it! The big son of a bitch had tears coming down his face as he hugged first one then another, but they wouldn't let him go on until he had his clothes off. He had to undress in front of all those men. Didn't bother Buck a bit. He threw his clothes off faster than any of them had. He, too, put his boots back on. He stood up, and the men went crazy applauding and whistling for the biggest man there. Then they let him hug each and every one.

No one held back from the big man. Nobody seemed to give a damn they had his big dick sticking in their belly or theirs in his. They only laughed harder and hugged all the tighter. They all loved him. Most had gone through school with him. Many were the shy, smaller kids he and Morgan protected, included and encouraged all those years, and they, most of all, told him of their love and greatest wishes for happiness in his marriage. They had no doubt he would be the best of fathers.

He carried Gip in one arm and Waddie in the other half the night. He was so proud and grateful to Morgan and Dan they included the boys. It was his way of saying, 'I'm sorry for being such a stubborn, hard headed old bastard but ain't this fun?'' Gip and Waddie commented to each other that, by now, being nude in front of all these grown men meant nothing to them. Dad Dan and Morgan had to laugh at the boy's lack of inhibitions or shyness. Dan couldn't have been prouder of or happier for Gip. Being around Waddie and Buck did exactly what he thought it might. Gip was no longer shy about meeting anyone, would walk right up to a naked man and introduce himself. So would Waddie, and they were included in everything. They were not retiring or hiding behind their dads. Dan had to admit if it hadn't been for the Friday evening naked poker games he didn't know whether he could have done this or not. As it turned out, the party was such a success he and Morgan felt very proud.

When Dan, Morgan, Quinton and Gary came up with the idea they didn't know whether they'd get a lot of flack or men not wanting to come and get naked. Every man except six accepted as fast as they got their invitation including the regular minister. One man was in the local hospital with pneumonia, but there were five others who declined; the sheriff and four of his deputies. They thought they should remain on duty in case there were any disturbances from the party. There wasn't any disturbances. No one missed the corrupt sheriff and his hand fed deputies. No one else wanted to miss the party, and all were glad they attended. It was talked about and laughed about for years afterward.

"There's never been another bachelor party in this town like old Buck's." They'd all say, "Yeah, I was there, naked as a jay bird. Had the time of my life. Boy was old Buck surprised. T'weren't your usual bachelor party, that's fer damn sure."

Waddie shared with his brother Gip what he suggested to Buck about running for sheriff. They came up with a unique plan to get the men at the party talking about it. They placed themselves by men they knew were influential in the community, and Gip would start their conversation.

"Ya’ know, Waddie, — I been thinking ‘bout what we were discussing the other day, and I think I really didn't understand what a great idea you had.  Our Uncle Buck would make one Hell of a sheriff for this county. I think we should try'n convince him he could win?"

"Aww, I've tried, brother, but he just laughs at me.  Shoot,— I'm just a kid, what the Hell do I know?  But, I have to agree with you, Gip,— Uncle Buck is the perfect man for the job of sheriff. It'll take more than you and I to convince that hard headed uncle of mine he should run for sheriff. He doesn't see himself the way other men see him as a hero,— a good man,— a leader and someone loved by everyone in this county.  Why, the man's honest to a fault, and you can bet your boots he wouldn't be running the department on graft."   The boys would agree,  then start talking about rodeoing or something else, but they would overhear the men talking.

"Hey, Joe! Ju' hear what them kids were talking about? They got a damn good idea; Buck Claymore running for sheriff. Hell, Buck would make a fine sheriff for this county. One we could be proud of instead of that money grubbing asshole we got now." Then several others would get going and agree.  Waddie and Gip would move to another group and start the same conversation with the same result. The word spread through the men like wildfire, and by the time Gip and Waddie got around to the opposite side of the hall all the men were talking about it.  They thought it was not only a good idea but one whose time had come. They all thought it was a fine idea, and several of the most important men in the community approached Buck. Buck was no dummy. He knew where the talk started, gave his evil eye to the two boys, but grinned real big. He was proud they thought enough of him to get talk started. He wouldn't talk much about it that night, but it sure started him thinking.

There was a lot of drinking, a lot of men got drunk, but there were no fights. There were no words of temper exchanged they knew of. The men quickly found out it's just real hard to be angry with a man when you're both standing there buck ass naked. Whatever disagreement two of them might have,  the humor of their naked state overcame any hostility and ended in them hugging and declaring their everlasting friendship for each other.

The usual things went on with a strip tease popping out of a cake. Every man there got a hard-on and laughed at each other. Then they laughed at Waddie and Gip because they did, too. The men were so loaded by that time nobody gave a shit. The young lady was treated with respect, and almost died when she saw the guest of honor's dick hard as a rock. It was the biggest damn dick she'd ever seen on a man in her life, and she played it up big time with Buck. She even told Buck, his bride to be had to be the luckiest damn woman on the face of the earth. Buck blushed, and all the men hooted and hollered.

"And I see your boy is going to grow up just like his old man." she motioned to Waddie. Waddie blushed but nobody told her any different. Waddie and Gip were sitting next to Buck, and she played it up to them, too. Waddie blushed along with his uncle and so did Gip. A good time was had by all, and Waddie and Gip ended up the next morning with a very sick Buck Claymore in his bed. They played nurse to him with aspirin and cold wash cloths for his head 'til early afternoon. He was  grateful to have the boys there to help, and thanked Dan over and over for letting Gip stay over with Waddie. Buck never was a drinker, and had a little too much. He was paying for it half the day on Sunday. He missed church. So did almost every man in town. They even had to bring in a substitute minister because their regular minister attended and was too damn sick for services. The women all looked at each other and snickered while some clucked their tongues. They knew what went on. They didn't know about the nudity, but they knew about the bachelor party; however, because it was for one of the most beloved men in the community they were willing to turn their heads the other way,— just this once.

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The big day had almost arrived. The wedding of the decade, some folks called it, between Mr. Buckley Livingstone Claymore and Miss Linda Sue Davenport. Every relative known to both families was invited. There was an open invitation to the entire town in a full page announcement in the local newspaper. Everyone was welcome and the town took the young couple to their hearts. Judy and her two kids were noticeably absent, but, they were invited. Buck insisted his brother's family be included, and they were. They chose not to come. They didn't send regrets or a congratulations card. Morgan didn't apologize for them. He knew he didn't have to. Morgan was Buck's best man and Linda Sue asked her younger sister, Mary Ann, to be her maid of honor. Of special note to the entire town was the young, handsome ring bearer, Mr. Waddie Claymore Lovejoy, Morgan Lovejoy's son and Buck Claymore's Godson.

The night before the wedding Buck was a nervous wreck trying to tie up loose ends, but Waddie was trying to calm him. Waddie insisted his uncle sit down and breathe deeply several times while he held the huge man in his arms. Waddie told Buck it would be all right. Waddie told him to calm down. A small, almost, six year old boy was calming his mountain of an uncle. It was a funny scene but not to them. Waddie didn't just call on his uncle to calm down, he tapped directly into the little boy inside his uncle and told him,

"Now calm down. Everything's gonna' be just fine. Waddie guarantees it." The big man calmed down and thanked his diminutive buddy. Buck hugged and kissed Waddie and told him,

"Thank God, you're here with me, sweet baby,— don't think your old uncle could've made it through without you." Waddie knew damn well he could've but he appreciated the sentiment.

"If you made it through the war to come home to me and Aunt Linda you sure as Hell can make it though your wedding!”  Waddie roared with laughter at his big buddy, “Come on, Uncle Buck, what you need is a good hot shower and your nephew to scrub your back. It may be the last time he gets to scrub your back but he's gonna' make damn sure he gets it really clean for tomorrow."

"Let's do it, Cowboy, but I guaran-damn-tee ya' it won't be the last time you scrub your old uncle's back. Can you imagine me asking the lovely Miss Linda Sue Davenport to scrub an old cowboy's back?" They both laughed.

"Damn, I'm gonna' miss you, Uncle Buck, but I'm so happy for you I can't be sorry or sad. When you love someone like I do you then you want happiness for them, and I want that for you and Aunt Linda."

"Would you believe me if it told you I was gonna' miss you a lot?"

"Sure I would, but I don't want you to miss me. I'll be here when you get back. I want you and Aunt Linda to have a wonderful honeymoon, and I ain't so young I don't know what goes on, on a honeymoon."

"Oh, you do, do you?"

"Yes, Sir, I do,— and don't ask me to tell ya;' 'cause, if'n you don't know by now you're up shit creek without a paddle, Son." Buck roared with laughter at his nephew; especially, Waddie calling him, Son.

"Damn,— you're growing up fast, Waddie. I talked with your dad about your wishes. You're gonna' stay this last two weeks in June with mom and dad, your grandma and granddad, and Friday afternoons, Dad Dan is gonna' pick you up to spend the weekends with them and Gip. How's that sound?"

"Great, Uncle Buck. I have a great time with Dad Dan, Momma Sue, and my brother. They're like family to me. I know they think of you and Aunt Linda as family, too."

"Well,— I hope so. We think of them that way. I love Dan, Jimmy Sue and Gip and so does Linda Sue. She thinks the world of them. They're damn good folks, and they truly think of you as their second son." The two men were in the shower, Waddie finished scrubbing his uncle's back, and they were almost through. They rinsed, got out and toweled each other dry.

"I apologize, cowboy,— I just gotta' pick my buddy up and carry him into bed one last time before we part. It's important to this old buckaroo."  Waddie giggled at his uncle's silliness, but he knew a part of him was serious. Buck never failed to steal a kiss on the way to the bedroom. They got into bed, turned out the lights and Buck pulled Waddie up tight to him. Waddie reached up and kissed his uncle gently on the mouth. Buck returned it with equal gentleness.

"Gonna' miss holding on to my little buddy, Waddie."

"I'll miss you keeping me warm, Uncle Buck, but,— damn it,— don't talk like that. Things may not be quite the same, but they'll be better in some ways, too. Dad Dan told me that, and I agree with him."

"Dan's a wise man. You can go to him with anything, Son."

"I know,— we're both lucky to have him in our lives, Uncle Buck.  I'm so proud of you, and proud to be a part of your life." Waddie turned his head up to Buck and kissed him with a lingering, gentle kiss.

"Waddie, if I have a son, he could never take your place in my heart. Don't mean I won't love him, but there'll always be a special place in my heart for you. Goodnight, Son, I love you."

"Love you, too, Dad."

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The wedding came off without a hitch. Dad Dan and Momma Sue were in the wedding. Gip was an usher and performed his job with dignity and all seriousness. He and Waddie kept winking back and forth to each other. Gip thought his big brother was a knock out in his small white tuxedo and black cowboy boots. (It was West Texas,— what the fuck did you expect?)

Waddie had the wedding rings in his right jacket pocket. He kept checking every ten minutes to make sure they hadn't jumped out. He performed his duty without a flaw;  except, when it came time for him to give his uncle the rings, he found two massive hands lifting him up to hold him, and his uncle stole a kiss. The audience all went, "aaawww."

"Uncle Buck, this ain't the way it's suppose ta' go." Waddie whispered in a mock upset tone.

"I know that,"  Buck spoke in firm tones then lightened up, "I just wanted to steal a kiss from my buddy who was so good to hold on to his Aunt Linda's and my rings. You got 'em, Cowboy?"

"Yes, Sir,— here they are." Waddie turned to his Aunt Linda as he handed her the ring for his uncle.

"Aunt Linda, I'm so proud to be a part of your wedding. I love you, and I'm so happy for you." Linda Sue had tears in her eyes as she took his hand and spoke,

"I love you, too, little one, and I'm proud to have you an important part of our wedding. You'll always be an important part of our lives."

"You always did love her more'n you did me." said Buck in a mock hurt tone. Buck stole another kiss and giggled at Waddie's objections as he put him down, turned him towards his dad and patted him on the butt to go to him. The audience giggled and again went "aawwww." Morgan took Waddie's hand, turned him around and held Waddie pressed back against him to watch. He was so proud to watch his uncle and aunt finally tie the knot.

There was a huge reception at the Grange Hall; the largest gathering place in town. Everyone was there including Linda Sue's Aunt Agatha and her two daughters, Clara and Zelma, who drove down from Dallas. Aunt Agatha was charmed by Waddie, and asked him to sit with her for a while. She seemed fascinated with him and thought his resemblance to his Godfather was uncanny. Waddie got her and her daughters a piece of wedding cake and some punch; then, he and Gip got some for themselves. Aunt Agatha was impressed with the closeness of the two young boys who called each other brother. They talked about all sorts of things and Aunt Agatha asked Gip about a small red area behind his ear.

"Oh, that? It's just a birthmark, Ma'am. It's a small one. Waddie has one on his right leg that looks just like a cowboy boot. It's up further on his leg than I suppose would be polite to discuss with a lady, Ma'am." Aunt Agatha smiled and nodded.

"Well, Gip,— that's very gentlemanly of you but I don't think the word 'groin' is going to shock this old lady."

"Yes, Ma'am,— that's pretty much where it is."

"I'd say that was an unusual birthmark, indeed, Gip." Aunt Agatha smiled at Gip, and raised an eyebrow at Waddie.

'She knows!' thought Waddie, 'Lord help me, she knows.  I saw the connection cross her face. She knows I saw it, too. She knows I know she knows!  Oh, Lordy, what am I gonna' do? Think fast, Waddie!'

"Brother, that cake was so good, would you mind getting your big brother another small piece while I keep Aunt Agatha company."

"Sure, brother,— be glad to. I'd like one, too. You,— Aunt Agatha?"

"I've had enough, but thank you, young man, it was mannerly of you to offer.  I appreciate that." Gip left for more cake.

"Well done, young man! Very diplomatic. So,— how long have you known, Waddie?"

"I almost died about a year ago, Aunt Agatha. I can't talk about why I almost died,— not because I don't know,— it's just too painful for me to talk about. If you ask Aunt Linda or Uncle Buck they can tell you. A beautiful angel came to me, and told me many things.  He gave me a choice of going with him to God or returning. He told me everything, Aunt Agatha. He told me I had to return for my brother and his folks, but, most of all, for Uncle Buck and Aunt Linda Sue.  Until that time, I didn't know about them, and thought I would have to live my life in the horrible place I almost died in. I didn't want to live anymore, Aunt Agatha. It was so bad, and no one loved me enough to care. The angel told me who my real parents were, and I had to live for them, they need me."

"Indeed, they do, Waddie. Has it been hard for you, dear?" Waddie looked away in the distance. A tear rolled down his cheek. "That answered my question, child.  And, from the look of panic on your face a minute ago I take it you don't want me to say anything?"

"It's not time yet, Aunt Agatha. The angel told me I had to wait."

"How long?"

"He didn't say but I get the idea it's somewhere around my tenth or eleventh year."

"And you're how old now?"

"You should know that, Aunt Agatha." Waddie smiled sweetly at her.

"Of course, how dense of me and how clever of you. You will be six years old the tenth of next month. So we're looking at four to five more years. That's a long time, Waddie."

"I know Aunt Agatha, but I've lived with my uncle, slept in the same bed with him for the last year. I've come to love him dearly. He loves me as much as I love him, but he's unsure why. He feels guilty sometimes ‘cause he loves me so much. Since he's my Godfather he thinks that makes me the son the angel told him he had to come back for. You see,— the same angel that came to me saved his life on Iwo Jima."

"Remarkable! I believe you, Son. I believe every word; otherwise, you wouldn't have known. I saw the minute your brother spoke of your birthmark you knew I would know. I saw it flash across your face. Beyond that, it's just too bizarre not to be true, and that,— sometimes,— is the way of miracles."

"I'll be around my uncle constantly because we've developed interests together in roping and rodeoing. He won't let that connection drop. He's all ready invested a lot of interest in that for both of us. Aunt Linda Sue is the hardest for me. She pines her heart away for her lost child while he's sitting next to her holding her hand. She thinks my tears are sympathy for her. Her pain hurts me deeply, and I only want to say to her I have no bad feelings, Mom, I only want to love you. I did share with her more than I should've. I told her one day she would again see the boy she was missing so badly. I told her I couldn't tell her how I knew, but if she trusted me and believed I wouldn't lie to her,— it would happen. I swore her to secrecy."

"Waddie, you're a most remarkable child. I don't want to keep your secret but I will if you wish. However, you must allow me to tell my niece and her new husband I am most impressed with you and for them to always be open to you. But, most of all, since I am now privy to this information you must allow me be your aunt. I have never wanted or needed to be a child's aunt more in my life, and I think you could use an understanding adult."

"That sounds good to me, and I couldn't agree more, Aunt Agatha; you are, after all, my Aunt Agatha." The matronly, dignified, refined lady took Waddie in her arms hugged, kissed him and shed a tear. Her niece was looking straight at her, saw the exchange and called her husband's attention to it.

"Yes, child, I am your great Aunt Agatha. Will you come visit me? We have much to discuss. I want to know everything."

"I would love to visit you Aunt Agatha, and tell you all. My angel never said I couldn't tell my great Aunt Agatha. In fact I prayed for someone to discuss this with, and he may well have sent you to me. The man who was my uncle's best man is my dad who bought me from the hospital in Dallas. Would you want me to bring him to you and introduce him."

"That would be very nice but here's your brother with your cake. Enjoy that first. I must get in line to congratulate my niece and her new husband."

Aunt Agatha excused herself, and went though the reception line to congratulate the happy couple. Linda Sue introduced her new husband to Aunt Agatha as her beloved aunt whom she lived with while working in Dallas.

"I see you've been charmed by Buck's Godson, Auntie Boo."

"I must tell the two of you something." She made sure she had Linda Sue and Buck's full attention. "He is an exceptional child. He has been touched by the hand of God. I have long prayed to meet such a person, and now I have met two. Your husband is the other, my dear niece. You are blessed my child to have this man call you wife." She hugged Linda Sue and then hugged Buck and kissed him on the cheek. "But, my most important message to you is always keep your hearts and home open to that boy. He will, one day, provide you with a miracle." Aunt Agatha turned and walked away in tears.

Linda Sue looked at Buck and neither knew what to make of Aunt Agatha's prediction.

"How does he do it, Linda Sue? He charms everyone." asked Buck shaking his head.

"I know how he does it. It's those big blue eyes people look into and see no end of love inside him. I also think a lot of you has rubbed off on him in the last year.  I sometimes have a hard time figuring out where his personality ends and yours begins and vice versa.  While he's definitely his own person it's like he wants to become you. He idolizes you. He imitates you. He wants to be like you. I've never seen a kid so in love with a surrogate parent."

"Ahh, but I'm more than just a substitute, dear, I'm his Godfather. Morgan told me half of him belongs to me." stated Buck.

"Which half?" Linda Sue teased.

"Easy. The half that loves me."

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Aunt Agatha returned to Waddie and Gip. She had more questions for Gip.

"And you, young man, are one of the most handsome young men I've seen, and your parents are friends of both the bride and groom,  is that right?"

"Yes, Ma'ma, Aunt Agatha, my mom right there, and my dad beside her were both in the wedding and I was an usher."

"They're fine looking people. I see where you get your good looks, and they've accepted Waddie as your brother?"

"Oh, yes, Ma'am. Waddie calls my dad, Dad Dan and my mother's name is Jimmy Sue. He calls her Momma Sue."

"I think that's wonderful. I can tell both of you are very much in love with each other, and that's a wonderful thing. Guard that love carefully through the years, and you'll be glad you did. It's also right that you should call each other brother. You are brothers." Waddie put his arm around Gip and pulled him close.

"Aunt Agatha is a wise and kind lady, Gip."

"I agree, Brother."

Waddie brought Morgan over and introduced him to Aunt Agatha. She charmed and flattered Morgan until she had him eating out of her hand. Then she hit him with her question.

"I would like to have your son visit me in Dallas for several days towards the end of summer if you would see clear to allow him to do that. He is a wonderful young man, and I would enjoy his company."

"Well, Ma'am, he's currently in the charge of my brother Buck and his new wife, your niece, I believe, until the end of summer when Waddie has said he'd like to come back to live with me. Perhaps you could arrange something with them. If it's all right with them then I have no problem. I'm sure Waddie would enjoy a visit to Dallas."

"You are very kind, Mr. Lovejoy. It's been a pleasure to meet you, and you have a fine son you should be very proud of."

"Thank you, Ma'am,— pleasure to meet you, too."

Aunt Agatha returned to Linda Sue and her new husband.

"Mr. and Mrs. Claymore,  I understand Mr. Claymore's Godson is in your charge until the end of summer. I'd like to have him come to Dallas for a visit either the last week in July or the first week in August which ever is more convenient for you and him. If you could arrange it I'd be most grateful. I'll send a bus ticket and meet him when he arrives. He told me he'd like to visit, and I think I would enjoy the young man's company."

"Well, certainly, Auntie Boo. Let me discuss it with my husband and we'll contact you as soon as we return from our honeymoon. Will that be soon enough?"

"That will be fine, my dear. And, Mr. Claymore, it has, indeed, been a pleasure to meet you, and it is with great honor and pride I welcome you to our family. Our family is blessed, and you, Sir, have a most charming and lovely bride. Of course, I'm a bit prejudice, my love for her is great."

"Thank you, Aunt Agatha, for such generous words, and I'm also proud and honored to become a part of your family. I'll try to live up to your expectations. We'll surely make arrangements for our Godson to visit. I think he would gain much wisdom from a visit with you."

Aunt Agatha beamed. Buck captured her heart. She knew from the time Linda Sue described him to her almost seven years ago he was the man for her. This only confirmed it in her mind. She prayed to God to let her witness a miracle, and he heard her prayer. He not only granted her prayer, he made her a part of the miracle. She had a front row seat; more than she ever hoped for.

She wondered what else this remarkable child, Linda Sue's son by Buck Claymore would have to tell her. She would pray daily for the child. God would listen, he would forgive. He sent his angel to guide him. She must add Waddie to her prayers, not only of thanks, but for protection and guidance for this beautiful child. She returned to her two daughters and made preparations to leave to return to Dallas. Aunt Agatha left the small town with a full heart;  so full she thought at moments it would burst. Her daughters were amazed at her radiance. She positively glowed. She looked ten years younger. Her daughters would gently question her but the most she would tell them with tears falling from her eyes was she became a part of a miracle that day; a wonderful, beautiful miracle she had prayed for all her life. Aunt Agatha prayed on the way home for God to let her live to witness this miracle. Then she would have no regrets but with the fullest of hearts return to his beloved arms as soon as he should call her name.

"What do you make of that, dear?" Buck asked his bride.

"Auntie Boo has her ways, darling. She's a shrewd but kindly woman who would hurt no one. She did the same with me when I was young. She saw a lonely little girl and took me under her wing. Obviously she senses in Waddie what we all do. A fount of love within a hurt little soul who’s only now learning how life and love should flow. He could do worse than a visit with my Auntie Boo."

"Well, she certainly is impressed with Waddie. Did you see, he reduced her to tears?  I wonder what she meant, he's going to provide us with a miracle. As far as I'm concerned, he all ready has. I couldn't love a kid more. I'm sorry I couldn't help myself from scooping him up in my arms to give me the rings. I saw the unconditional love in his little face when he looked at me to hand me the rings. I've stolen so many kisses from him I just had to have one more. "

"I'm glad you did, darling." Linda Sue kissed Buck, "When he turned to me and said what he did my heart leaped to my throat. It was with such love and honesty he said it. I'm glad you did, Buck. It made him feel all the more included. Like we hadn't forgotten him in our joy."

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Dan and Jimmy Sue came over after all the commotion died down and asked the happy couple when they planned to return. They didn't have a strict schedule but around the first of July.

"We have to be back for Waddie's birthday." replied Buck. "He's never had a birthday party or cake for that matter.  I,  for one, plan to see he doesn't miss another."  He added quietly to Dan and Jimmy Sue.  They looked at each other, shook their heads in disbelief, but agreed with Buck's resolve.

"Is his birthday in July?" asked Jimmy Sue.

"Yes, the tenth." replied Buck. Jimmy Sue looked at Dan and just shook her head.

"Gip's is the eleventh." said Jimmy Sue like the amen to a prayer. All four stood there quiet for a moment. The boys came running up and stood by Dan Justin. He put his arms around a boy on each side and pulled them close.

"Did you know your birthdays are within a day of each other?" Dan asked the boys.

"Oh, yes Sir, Dad," spoke up Gip, "We've known since the first day we met. Why, is it important?" The adults laughed at his honesty and innocence.

"Do you find that a coincidence, cowboy?" Dan asked Gip.

"No Sir,— Waddie and me figured it was God's way of saying, 'You're brothers, I want you next to each other.'"

It wasn't the answer any of the adults expected. They were stunned at the simplicity but valid understanding of the boy's reasoning.

"I have no doubt, that's exactly what he was trying to tell the two of you and us slower adults as well. How could we have missed that? Thanks, men." Dad Dan told the two of them while Buck, Linda Sue and Jimmy Sue shook their heads and laughed. There was no doubt in their minds that's exactly what God was trying to tell them. Linda Sue looked puzzled for a moment and asked her husband,

"Buck, are you sure Waddie's birthday is July tenth?"

"Yes, dear,  Morgan showed me his birth certificate. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just such an unusual coincidence his birthday and Gip's is one day apart."

"Yes, but I'm satisfied with the boy's answer. I believe it. You didn't see them the first day they met.  Them boys was like two old friends what ain't seen one another for a while;  yet,  they picked up their conversation and their love like they hadn't been apart more'n a few minutes.  Even Dan was impressed. Said he'd never see anything like it before."

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The reception was over, and it was time for the bride and groom to be off on their honeymoon. Their bags were packed and loaded in the back of Buck's brand new Ford car he bought two weeks before. There was the usual throwing of rice, the boys tied tin cans to the rear bumper and Quinton help them. He wrote in washable poster paint, Just Married, across the back windshield. The young couple were off to explore the West. They wanted to see Carlsbad Caverns, Las Vegas, Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon and several other sights they listed. Buck was invited by his old war buddy Audey Murphy to visit him in his home in Hollywood.

Everyone in the two families, including the boys, helped clean the Grange Hall. No one left until nightfall. Ma and Pa Claymore left with the Davenports to the Claymore's to fix dinner for all the workers. It included Morgan, the Justins, Dr. and Mrs. Dyer, the Ingersols, Quinton and his parents. It was a sit down, family affair, and everyone was in great spirits.

"Waddie,— Gip?" said Dad Dan, "Mrs. Claymore's not had time to pack a bag for Waddie so would the two of you like to stay here tonight, and they'll bring you out in the morning to the ranch." Waddie looked at Gip and knew it was fine with him.

"Yes, Sir, Dad Dan that would be fine with us." The Claymores were pleased. The boys gave Ma Claymore a hand clearing the table while the adults talked and had coffee. They even washed and dried the dishes for her. She was thrilled to have the time to sit with her guests and join in the conversation. The boys finished and came back in to stand next to Dad Dan.  He put an arm around them.

"Say what they will. Got my arms around the best two boys in the county." Then he stole a kiss from both. "Here, here!" agreed the rest of the adults. Dr. Dyer had a couple of comments.

"I can't believe the way Waddie has developed in the last ten months since I first met him in the hospital. My Lord, the way you've grown, Waddie. You're going to be bigger than your uncle. I'll give your dad credit Waddie, he did the right thing by allowing you to stay with the Claymores. No one can doubt the love in their home or their love for you."

"Well, I'll tell y'all one damn thing,"said Quinton, "in three years ain't nobody in the state of Texas, man or boy, what's gonna' beat the two of 'em at roping. You're looking at two fine cowboys who are gonna' make history for this little town." The boys blushed and Quinton winked at them.

Everyone said their goodbyes, and the Claymores promised to have the boys out early the next morning.

" No rush." Dad Dan told them.

"You boys want more dessert?" Ma Claymore asked.

"Not me. You want anymore, Gip?" Waddie ask him.

"No, Ma'am. I'm about ready to drop. If'n you don't mind I think we'd like to go up, shower and go to bed."

"Fine. I'll pack Waddie's bag in the morning. Now,— I know the rules. You boys won't be disturbed unless we holler up first. I'll wait 'til you come down tomorrow morning to go up and pack Waddie's clothes."

"Thanks, Ma Claymore." the boys replied, hugged her and Pa Claymore goodnight. They ran off up the stairs to Buck's room.

"Damned if they ain't just like Morgan and Buck, Hon."

"Yes, but Pa, there's something special about them two boys."

"I know what chu' mean, Mother. They grab your heart and don't let go."

* * * * * * *

"Should we sleep in our room across the hall or Buck's bed?" asked Gip.

"Where would you like to sleep, little brother?" Waddie took Gip in his arms and kissed him on his forehead.

"Buck's bed, of course. I miss him all ready, and I know you must. At least we can sleep with his smell all around us." Gip confessed to his brother.

"I don't miss him 'bad.' I do miss him but I want to miss him 'good.' I want to be glad for him and Aunt Linda that they're going to have a great time together. Then, too, I have my little brother to help me over any sadness, and you're big brother will do his best to see you though." Waddie kissed him again gently. Gip turned his head up to Waddie and they kissed a deep and lingering kiss in each other's arms.

"See, that helped a lot all ready. Let's get our clothes off and try that again." Waddie suggested to Gip. They threw their clothes off and stood naked in front of each other looking. They stood there for several minutes admiring the beauty of each other's perfect young bodies. Finally, Waddie held out his arms to Gip, and he came to Waddie. Waddie held him in an embrace.

"I love you, Waddie." said Gip softly.

"That makes me feel so good to hear you say that, little brother, and I love you more'n words can tell."

"Ain't never had nobody love me like you do. My parents love me like their son, and I love them, too. But there's something special about you loving me and me loving you. I'm always so proud when I'm with you, and everyone in town knows you're my best buddy, my brother, my friend."

"Don't you think I feel the same way about chu,' Gip? If there's any doubt in your mind let me know so's I can tell you hundreds of times, if necessary, of my love for you. If I didn't have you, Gip, I wouldn't want to go on living. I think about you morning, noon and night. Uncle Buck gets mad sometimes when he's trying to talk seriously about something, and all I can talk about is you. I love you, too, cowboy, with all my heart. Don't never doubt my love, Gip. One of the reasons I came back and didn't go with the angel to live with God was because of you. He showed you to me, told me your name, and I would call you, 'Gip.' I didn't make that up,— I didn't give you that name,— the angel told me."

"I guess that's the real reason I love you so much, Waddie, is you prove to me every day how much you love me. You put me first before yourself all the time, and try your damnedest to make sure I'm happy. You do a wonderful job, too, I might add. When we're roping you encourage me, but when I miss you don't criticize me. You tell me, 'It's all right, Buddy, let that one go, you'll get the next one.' It makes me try all the harder to win your praise, and when I do make the catch you lavish me with praise. You don't take none for yourself, when you made your catch. We're a team."

"I know, Gip, but I don't need a lot of that. Seeing you make a good catch, seeing how you beam with pride when I tell you, you done good, makes my heart beat faster in my chest, and I can't wait to get my cowboy's clothes off of him and hold him in my arms like this." Waddie gently nuzzled Gip to get him to kiss him again, and he did. They kissed another kiss that was more passionate and caused each of their dicks to grow hard. Gip reached down and took hold of his brothers dick and moved the foreskin back and forth which sent Waddie to his tippy-toes.

"Easy, cowboy. You know how sensitive you are. Let's get in the shower and clean up. It's been a hot day and it's going to be a warm night. I need to scrub my little brothers back."

"I know I need to scrub my cowboy's back." said Gip, and the two boys went off, arms around each other to the shower. Waddie learned if he adjusted both shower heads a certain way the stream of water would crisscross each other, two could stand in the middle, and neither would have more of the water than the other. He carefully adjusted the temperature to Gip's preference, a bit warmer than he preferred but he'd soon get use to it. They stood for a while in an embrace, then soaped their cloths and washed each other.

Gip loved to wash Waddie's penis. He knew how sensitive it was to Waddie.  He would carefully pull back the foreskin and clean him with little or no discomfort. There was always some, but he had become so good at it, Waddie told him he'd rather Gip do it than do it himself. Of course he always got roaring hard.  Gip could see Waddie was going to be as large as his uncle or larger.  Gip would allow Waddie to wash his penis. He was not as sensitive as Waddie, but the mental idea of having his cowboy, big brother, holding his penis and wash it for him with all the gentleness in the world caused him to get an erection every time. It didn't help any when his big brother would stand behind him, put his big arms around in front of him, kiss him behind his ear and run his tongue down his neck while doing it either.

Waddie would kiss Gip's back in a certain spot that would make Gip want to collapse in Waddie's arms in ecstacy. As they rinsed they would make the sweetest love, and sometimes, Gip had the feeling he was going to overflow with his love for Waddie. That's the only word he knew to describe the feeling he had. As they were drying each other, Gip asked Waddie about it.

"Waddie, sometimes when we're making love and kissing I feel like my love for you is going to overflow out of my body. Have you ever had that feeling?"

"Almost every time we make love, Gip."

"I've never felt anything like it before but I stop just before overflowing."

"Do you think it would feel good to overflow?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm afraid because I don't know what would happen if I did overflow. Have you ever overflowed?"

"Yeah, Gip, lots of times."

"What does it feel like, brother?"

"You described it best. You overflow. It’s an overflowing sensation, but it's wonderful. After you 'overflow' you feel so relaxed, at peace with yourself and the world, nothing can touch you. It's almost like God reaches down, puts his hand on you and makes this wonderful feeling go through your body. It kinda stretches out the person you call 'you' inside, and makes you realize what a hug from God must feel like. It almost becomes a sacred thing, or at least it does to me 'cause I always remember to thank him right after. It's best to do it in someone's arms because you have them to share the experience, and it makes your souls stretch out together."

"Did someone teach you about this, Waddie?"

"Now what do you think?" Waddie smiled real big at Gip.

"You're lucky to have an uncle like Buck."

"Well, he didn't exactly teach me. It happened by accident the first time we showered together. Then he showed me how by doing it to himself, but grown men have an extra benefit we don't have."

"What's that, Waddie?"

"Well,— remember when you felt Buck's big balls, you also felt your dads, and they told you one day you'd have them, too?"

"Yeah."

"Well, they produce tiny little critters that makes a women pregnant to have a baby, and they're called sperm. Well,— when they 'overflow,' they call it 'coming,' they shoot a lot of it out of their dicks, and it flies all over the place. It feels twice as good to them because when they 'overflow' they really overflow. When we do it we can have the same feeling, but won't have the sperm come out because our balls haven't descended into our ball sack yet."

"When will that happen?"

"When we're about eleven or twelve. Some guys as early as ten, and some as late as thirteen. Depends on the guy, his body and how fast he's maturing."

"What do they do after it flies all over the place?"

"Well, they usually take a towel and clean it off themselves, but I think that's such a waste."

"Why, cowboy?"

"'Cause I love the way it tastes. I love Uncle Buck's come."

"You've tasted his 'overflow'?"

"It's called 'come,' Gip. Yep, his come flies all over the place and sometimes gets on me. I take my finger, wipe it up and put it in my mouth. Uncle Buck got kinda upset the first time he caught me doing it. I told him if it landed on me it was only fair that it was mine to do with as I wanted, and since I loved the taste,— it was mine to eat."

"Gosh, that's kind of exciting. What's it taste like, Waddie?"

"It tastes like Uncle Buck. It's like,... like,.... tasting his smell or his presence. Like now, laying here, we smell him all around us and his come has his distinct flavor. He grumbled and tried to be angry with me when he caught me tasting his come, but I could tell he was trying hard not to smile. I could tell he was actually proud I liked the taste of his come. Told me he used to love to eat my dad's come. Said he couldn't get enough of it. Use to sit in class in high school dreaming of how my dad's come tasted and get a big hard-on,— then get home and almost rape my dad to suck his come out of him for another taste.

After about the fifteenth time he saw how much I was enjoying it he asked me if I wanted a big ole glob of it. He fed it to me off his finger, and man was it good. Now if we jack off together he always takes pity on me, and feeds me a little. I'd eat it all if he'd let me, and he knows it. He thinks I'm too young for that, and I appreciate his guidance. He's never been wrong yet. At least he tells me about anything I want to know and tells me the truth. I can take whatever he tells me to the bank.  H’it don't mean I don't beg him for more, though, 'cause once in a great while he gives in."

"Dad don't tell me much about that sort of thing."

"Bet he would if you asked him, hon. I have a feeling you and me could talk to Dad Dan about anything, and it wouldn't bother him. I'll bet you he'd be just like my uncle. He'd tell us the straight skinny with no bullshit."

"Can you teach me to, come?"

"Sure, if you like. Be happy to. I can tell you what to look for and how it should feel. I'd like to show you with my mouth if you'd trust me."

"You mean, put my dick in your mouth."

"Of course, we're buddies ain't we. I just cleaned yours and know it ain't dirty. You know how you wanted to feel me all those months and were afraid. Well, I've wanted to taste you all these months; take you in my mouth."

"I don't know if I could do that,...I mean take someone in my mouth. Maybe you but nobody else."

"I wouldn't ask you to until you were sure you wanted to. Just 'cause I taste you don't mean I expect you to taste me. What kinda buddy would I be to talk you into something you weren't ready for. I'd never do that, Gip. Just like the touching, if'n you never want to taste me I ain't never gonna' love you any less, but it ain't gonna' do you no harm to see if you like me tasting you. If you do it's just another way I can show you how much I love you."

"Well, let me think about it for a while. Roll over on your stomach and let me rub your back."

"Oh,— you know you don't never have to ask Waddie twice to do that."

Gip began to rub Waddie's back, Waddie relaxed and closed his eyes. The hot shower and the warm air from the hot summer night relaxed him.

"Waddie, can I ask you 'bout something that's been bothering me?"

"Sure, Gip, you know I'd tell you about anything you asked me."

"What does Aunt Agatha know about you and your birthmark I don't?"

Waddie froze. He knew his brother was a sharp kid, and there wasn't much that got by him. Every muscle in Waddie's body tensed. Gip could feel it through his hands and realized he’d probably bought up something that maybe he shouldn’t have.  Waddie was chagrined, what was he going to tell Gip? He couldn't lie to his brother.

"Gip, would you trust me to tell you I want to tell you in the worst way, but I can't. The angel told me some things, but he made me promise not to tell anyone. I haven't,— but when you told Aunt Agatha about my birthmark it triggered a memory in her, she put two things together, and by accident, discovered one of the major things the angel told me not to tell anyone. I think he sent her to me so I could talk to an adult about it and not keep it bottled up inside me."

"The angel told you not to tell anyone, not even me,— your best buddy? I would never tell a soul. I've told you things I know you'd never tell and you have to me, too.  Oh,— but, wait a minute,— okay,— I see.  That's not right!  I wasn’t think’n this out all the way.  I really can't expect you to go against your word to one of God's messengers 'cause if’n you did then I really couldn't trust you either.  I'm sorry, Waddie, I shouldn't have asked.  I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that.  I'll leave it alone."

"No, no,— it's all right, darlin.'  Don't chu' think I've wanted to tell you in the worst way?  It hasn't been easy keeping this secret from you. Damn,— now I feel so bad because it's something I would love to tell you as my buddy, my brother, and my love.  It's something I need to tell you,— of all people. I need to share it with someone who loves me. God help me, Gip, please believe me, I want to tell you, but I can't."

"Uhhh,— WADDIE?"

"Yes, Gip?"

"Uhhh,— we ain't alone in the room anymore, brother!"

"What chu’ you talking about, Gip?"

"You better take a look. I think it's your angel, Waddie."

"Waddie turned to look and saw the light from Mr. Urial standing there."

"Don't be frightened, Gip." Waddie took Gip in his arms, "It's Mr. Urial, my angel. You can see him, too?"

"Ye...ye.. yes...., Waddie,... I,... I can see him."

"He's a good angel, Gip. He's our friend."

"Hi, Mr. Urial, nice to see you again, Sir." Waddie hailed him.

"Nice to see you young man, and this fine looking young man is the young man you returned for whom you call 'Gip,' I believe?"

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Urial. Say 'hello,' Gip, he won't hurt you. He's an angel."

"Hello, Mr. Urial." said Gip quietly, “Good ta’ meet’cha, Sir.”

"Hello, Gip!  You have a wonderful, young man for a buddy, a brother and beloved friend. Always trust him, he'll never betray your trust. He'll never lie to you, Son. At the darkest moments in your life he'll be there for you. He wasn't trying to hold out on you as a friend. I did, indeed, tell him not to tell anyone, but I sent his Aunt Agatha for him to talk to. Since you decided to trust his word that his angel told him he couldn't tell, my Boss told me I could allow him to tell you what he knows. The Almighty One told me you can be trusted not to tell anyone. Certain things have to come to pass, but if you did tell anyone, it could upset the balance of the future.  It could be disastrous. Can you keep his secret if he tells you, Gip?"

"Yes, Sir,— I know I can, Sir. I love Waddie too much to ever betray him."

"I believe you, Son, and so does my Boss. Waddie if you want to share it with your brother, you may, but we still expect you to share with your Aunt Agatha. You will visit her the last week in July and have a good time. She will help you, Son. She's a wise and strong women whom God has chosen to bless. You may go with him Gip if your parents will allow; since you will all ready know what she knows.

By the way, men, that bit you two pulled at Buck's bachelor party with the conversation about Buck running for sheriff went way beyond the Old Man's expectations. The heavens shook for two days from His laughter. He thought that was a little bit of heaven himself. He's told your story to all the saints and laughed every damn time.

So that's also why He wants Gip to share this with you, Waddie. It'll make it easier for you. You're going to discover Gip has inner strengths neither of you would ever guess. He will lead you by the hand through this, Waddie, trust him. He will, one day, save your life.

Now I must leave you. God has blessed both of you. Love and cherish one another.  When you teach Gip to 'overflow' tonight, Waddie, hold him tightly afterward and pour your love into him. He'll be confused, but your love will show him the way. He'll call out to you his name of love for you alone, and it will bond you as brothers.  Even though you were born of different parents, God has made you brothers."

"Thanks, Mr. Urial. Thanks a lot! Good to see you again, Sir."

"Goodnight, men, sleep peacefully knowing His love surrounds you, and hold each other close against the darkness of the night."  Mr. Urial raised one hand in goodbye and winked out like a nightlight.

Waddie held Gip who was almost too afraid to breathe. He kissed Gip behind his ear to bring him around to reality.

"I promise, Waddie,— I won't never doubt you again about anything. I believed you about seeing an angel, but I thought it was something you may have thought you saw or heard. Oh,— my brother,— I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Hey, hey, cowboy. There's nothing to forgive. I would love you if you told me I was full of shit. At least you tried to believe me, and some folks don't. Uncle Buck does 'cause he's seen him, too. Mr. Urial saved his life on Iwo Jima. Told Uncle Buck he couldn't die because he had a son to live for, and he thinks it's me, his Godson. That's the secret, Gip; the angel really meant he had a real son to live for he doesn't know about. If the angel told him he had a 'Godson' then that would have meant me, right?"

"Yes, I understand, but where's Uncle Buck's real son?"

"I'm getting to that. Remember the 'come' I told you about a man shoots inside a woman to get her pregnant so she'll have a baby."

"Un-huh."

"Before Uncle Buck left for the war, he and my Aunt Linda didn't know if he would come home or not. He could've possibly been killed and not come home. Aunt Linda wanted to sleep with him because he'd never been with a woman before. She didn't want him to die without ever having shot his come inside a woman. Well they did."

"And did she get pregnant?"

"You're following just fine, Gip. No, because Uncle Buck didn't want her to get pregnant. If he got killed in the war then she would have to raise his kid alone, and he loved her too much to burden her with that responsibility. She was so young she could've found another man to be her husband if Uncle Buck didn't come home. He agreed to sleep with her if he could wear a rubber or condom. Do you know what that is?"

"Yeah, dad showed me one and told me what they were for. Told me not to pick up one that was used and try to use it for a balloon."

"Yeah, well, Dad Dan was right 'cause they usually have a man's come in them. You don't want to mess with old come. Fresh come out of your buddy, fine; old come in a rubber, no."

"So your uncle wore one and it caught his come so your Aunt Linda couldn't get pregnant."

"Damn, you're sharp, Gip. That's exactly right. Uncle Buck goes to the restroom in the motel, takes off the rubber full of his come, and drops it into the trash can next to the toilet."

"Oh, no! She didn't...!" Gip put his hand over his mouth in awe.

"Yes, she did, Gip! She got it out of the trash, and put some of his sperm inside her 'cause she loved him so much she didn't care. Even if something happened to him she would still have his baby."

"So now she's pregnant, and your uncle goes off to war not knowing, right?"

"Shit, Gip, you could almost tell this story. What happens next?"

"Aunt Agatha lives in Dallas. I know your aunt went to live with her in Dallas to work.  Linda Sue has second thoughts about the baby, and.... "

"Damn, you're really sharp, brother, lemme’ help you out here. She's afraid if Buck comes home, finds out she had his baby and went against his wishes he might not trust her anymore. He might be angry with her, and not want to marry her. She decided she and Buck can have other children if he comes back so she'll give this baby up for adoption; however, instead of legal adoption she lets the nurses in the hospital find a home for the child, and signs all the papers showing the adopting parents as having given birth to the baby.  Actually, they sold the baby to the new parents. The head nurses' cousin had a nephew, a man, who couldn't have children who was looking for a boy to adopt or buy, and he bought the boy to be his own son."

"Oh, no, Waddie? No fucking way! Oh, my God! Morgan was the man who bought the baby, and that baby was..." Gip started crying in Waddie's arms. Sobbing in sorrow and sympathy for his beloved brother whom he realized he was, only now, just beginning to know. What pain Waddie must have suffered, and now that he knew, not being able to tell must be horrible for him. How could this boy be that strong? He was no older than Gip. Gip knew he couldn't. He couldn't be as strong as Waddie. Then he began to see the strength inside Waddie was what he fell in love with the first day Waddie took him in his arms.  Waddie’s strength of purpose never let a doubt enter Gip's mind Waddie was going to love Gip, and Gip was going to love him. This revelation doubled Gip's love for his brother. Something clicked inside Gip, and he felt a wellspring from deep within his gut that told him he could be strong, and he would share this burden with his brother.  He wanted to know, and damn it, now that he did know he was going to be strong for his brother.

"There, there, sweet baby,... go ahead and say it. Trust me, it will help you understand."

"The baby Morgan bought from the nurses was you, Waddie,— my brother and best buddy,— my friend. That means Morgan ain't your dad, Judy ain't your mom and those two awful kids of hers are no relation to you whatsoever. The angel was right when he told your uncle he had a son to live for. It was you, but you're also his Godson. No wonder Aunt Agatha was impressed and stunned. She was a changed woman after she talked with us, but what did the birthmark have to do with anything?"

"Before my mom, Linda Sue, gave me to the nurses she saw two birthmarks on her baby. A large mole on my big toe and the cowboy boot birthmark on my right leg next to my groin. She told Aunt Agatha when she returned to her home, and she remembered all these years. She was suspicious because of Buck and me looking so much alike."

"That’s fantastic! So your uncle has no idea you even exist as his son."

"No, he knows we have something very powerful and strong between us, but he doesn't know why. He loves me like I was his own son. What he doesn't know is,— I am his son."

"And, you've known for...?"

"Almost a year, Gip. It'll be a year on our birthdays."

"When can you tell them? When can they know?"

"That's the hard part. I can't tell them and neither can you. We can't tell anyone. Things have to happen the way they're suppose to or it will alter the way things turn out in the universe. I don't understand it, and I don't expect you to either. We just have to accept what Mr. Urial tells us. I don't know when this is all to happen, but I get the idea it's to occur in my tenth or eleventh year."

"My God, Waddie, lemme' see,— six, seven, eight, nine, ten,— " Gip counted on his fingers, "You mean you have to go four or five more years with Morgan as your dad living with those awful people?"

"Yes, but you have to understand, up 'til a year ago Morgan was the only dad I knew, and I loved him. This may sound strange, under the circumstances, but I still love Morgan as my dad. You can't turn love on and off, Gip. Do you think you could walk out of this room and forget about me overnight?"

"Oh, God, no, Waddie, don't even talk like that. I wouldn't want to live without you."

"Well, maybe you can understand why I love Morgan. Morgan ain't all bad. He's got a lot of problems he hasn't dealt with, but I think he's trying. The angel told me I'd have to get several more beatings from Morgan before the time comes for them to find out about me, but my angel will be there, he'll put his hand on me, and I won't feel anything. I won't even cry. I haven't told you some of the other good things that's gonna' happen.  You and I  are  going to have two more wonderful, loving brothers who will become a part of our family. You and I are going to have open season on Willie.  There's something we get on Willie that's gonna' blow him out of the water."

"Like what?"

"Don't know exactly but I trust Mr. Urial and you should, too."

"I do, Waddie. I trust you first and him second."

"Well, it should probably be the other way around, but I don't think Mr. Urial would mind. He's an understanding kind of guy. I know he must've scared the piss out of you. He did me several months ago. After the first day I met you, Uncle Buck and I were riding back in his truck. We were talking about thanking Mr. Urial for saving Uncle Buck's life, bringing him and me together, and all of a sudden Mr. Urial was sitting next to me. I told Uncle Buck I damn near pissed my pants. I want you to be sure and remember to tell Buck you met Mr. Urial. He'll believe you."

"Did your uncle see him?"

"No, but he knew he was there.  Once he’s appeared to you, you kinda get this sixth sense when he’s around.  Uncle Buck thanked him for saving his life and bringing us together. He did see the seat was indented where Mr. Urial's butt was sitting, and saw it spring back when he disappeared. Uncle Buck don't never doubt me anyway. I wouldn't never tell that man a lie or your dad either for that matter."

"Dad's convinced you never would. So am I, Waddie. I love you more'n ever now, Waddie."

"How 'bout letting Waddie show you his love. Lay back there on the bed on that big pillow."

Before Gip knew what was happening Waddie took him in his mouth and was sucking on him like he was an all day sucker. Gip squirmed under him but couldn't deny he found the sensation unbelievably sensual. Waddie stopped for a moment.

"Want me to stop, cowboy?"

"God, no, Waddie, I love it."

"Now,... when it starts to feel really good, you don't think you can stand anymore, relax, let your body go limp and let Waddie do the rest. Trust me now."

"I will, Waddie."

"Waddie started in again, and he could tell the way Gip was responding to him it wasn't going to be too long before Gip would be 'overflowing' as he put it. It was a good description. He sucked and sucked on Gip's beautiful penis. He knew all he had to do was pull Gip’s foreskin back, and it was orgasm time for his buckaroo buddy. He slowly reached his hand down to Gip’s dick.  Before Gip could figure out what he'd done Waddie pealed him back all the way and was sucking on his exposed head. Gip breathed deeply three times, remembered what his brother told him, he relaxed, and Waddie took him home as he felt his friend’s body start to shake then shudder three times in quick succession. Gip's body went limp. It had been accomplished. Gip had his first orgasm.

Waddie moved up immediately, took his limp brother who lay in a daze into his arms, and began to kiss him gently on his mouth.  Waddie felt Gip slowly begin to respond to him, and he start to make love back to Waddie. The angel was right. Gip was spent, and totally confused. He didn't know whether he liked the feeling or not until he felt his cowboy pouring his love into him and filling him with the sweetness that only Waddie's strength could give him.

What he did for Gip suddenly became a prized and beautiful experience for him. It was better than coloring within the lines. It was the gentle kiss of your dad as he told you goodnight. It was like standing on a hill on a windy day with a kite string pulling at your heart. It was going down hill with your feet on the handlebars of your bike. It was riding in the big saddle of your dad's roping pony. It was your mom slipping you a fresh baked brownie behind your dad's back. It became a physical confirmation of Waddie's love for him, and he felt the goodness and fullness of life. He felt rich beyond measure to have this handsome young buckaroo for his brother. There were no words in Gip's limited child vocabulary to describe the sensation and the hunger with which he consumed Waddie's seemingly endless outpouring of love for him. He could never imagine any human ever showing him this much love and attention. His soul popped to the surface like a fishing cork after being thrown into the water. He was back now, floating in the stream of life with Waddie and loving him in return.

"Oh, Waddie! Oh, Waddie! Thank you, Waddie! Oh, thank you, my cowboy! Thank you, Clay, I love you so much." Waddie paused for a moment and knew without asking that would be Gip's secret name of love for him, Clay.  Clay for Claymore. Waddie liked that. It made him feel recognized as Buck's son. He needed that, and his brother was providing it. Gip felt it! He knew it! A voice had come to Gip's ear and whispered,

“This is your brother, Clay.  Call him by this name, and you will forever be bonded together as brothers.”

Gip had no questions for the voice. Gip knew it was meet and right so to do to call his beloved cowboy, Clay. Gip called him that several more times. It lit Waddie's fire each time. It poured into Waddie not only Gip's love but his compassion and understanding as his undeniable soul mate. Gip was confirming Waddie's existence; his place in the universe. Gip didn't need Waddie's verbal conformation, he had all the positive feed back he could handle.

Years later, in intimate moments, or if Gip wanted Waddie to know how serious he was, he would quietly call him Clay and Waddie would melt. It was a name known only to them and ultimately Buck when he overheard Gip call Waddie, Clay one time. He knew why Gip was calling Waddie, 'Clay' and never betrayed their trust. Waddie had his name for Gip. It, too, was sacred unto them. That name no one but them has ever known, and Waddie will take it to his grave to be spoken once again to call his beloved brother to his arms on the other side. There will be no more need for rain, the brothers two, will be as one again.

* * * * * * *

Mr. and Mrs. Buck Claymore's honeymoon was picture book perfect. Buck and Linda Sue took their time. They didn't rush to do anything. They spent two days with Audie Murphy in the Hollywood hills, and he showed them the sights of Hollywood. He took them to the Brown Derby for dinner and they saw several stars Audie introduced them to. They were as interested in Buck being Audie's buddy as he and Linda Sue were in them. Audie was still a bachelor, and wouldn't marry for sometime. They left Los Angeles, headed to Las Vegas, and spent several of their last days there. They had several more days to go on their honeymoon before they were to return. They found a wonderful restaurant in one of the casinos and were having a quiet dinner.

"Having a good time, dear?" Buck asked Linda Sue quietly.

"Just being with you is a good time for me, Buck. Do you remember telling me it was best we began together and learned as we went along?"

"Yes, I remember the night well. It was a beautiful night. One I thought of many times while wet, cold, hungry and dirty in the trenches of France and on Iwo Jima."

"You were right, darling. You have learned and taught me so much I no longer feel inadequate. I had fears, Buck."

"Nonsense! If anyone taught anyone, it was you taking an old shit-kick’n cowboy and making him feel like a prince.  Darlin' you're living proof the old saying was wrong.  You have turned a pig's ear into silk purse.  Every time,  I only want to get better for you."

"Believe me, my love, you do get better every time.  I keep thinking this time can't be better than the last, but,— somehow,— it always is.  You do that to me, Buck, and that only compounds my love for you;  however, for all the love and play,...of going and seeing,...." Linda Sue didn't finish her sentence but looked away to her side then played with the napkin in her lap.

"There's something missing." Buck quietly stated. Linda Sue didn't know whether to confirm his statement or not. She didn't want to seem ungrateful or totally committed in her love for her husband.

"Glad you brought it up, darlin.' For all my medals for heroism, I didn't have the guts to bring the subject up. Some hero, huh?" Buck laughed and put his hand on Linda Sue's.

"We've seen and done enough, sweetheart. What we're missing is a little blue-eyed body of love back in our hometown who we both are drawn to like a damn magnet. I won't deny it, and I know he's what you're trying to talk to me about."

"You're right, Buck. The only word that comes to mind is we 'need' him in our lives. I didn't really realize how much I needed him until we were away about a week, and then something inside me started nagging, and gnawing at me like I'd left my own child behind. I tried to be up for you and have a good time but,..."

"There are no 'buts' about it, my love. I knew from the second day we were at Audie's where your heart was. It was with me, too. You never stopped your flow of love to me, and I tried not to let you see the hole in my heart. I went overboard trying to see to it we had a good time. We have! Bottom line darlin,'— we're hopelessly in love, not only with each other, but with a bright, little, six year old boy. I couldn't be happier to admit to either. Let's go home to our baby, he needs us. I made a commitment to a frightened little boy, I'd love and protect him as if he were my own. I didn't count on falling this deeply in love, but how could any feeling person help falling in love with him. I couldn't love a kid more even if he were my own.'"

Linda Sue Claymore started crying into her napkin. Her big husband put his hand on hers to calm her.

"I love you so much, Buck. I'm proud to be your wife and call you husband. I feel exactly the same way. I have to nurture that child some way; try to be the mother he never had. Let's go home, Buck."

The newlyweds had their honeymoon and were ready for life together. They drove directly from Las Vegas and were home three days ahead of schedule. It was no surprise to Ma and Pa Claymore or the Davenports who just happened to be having lunch at the Claymore's with Ma and Pa Lovejoy and their soon-to-be six year old grandson. The adults made bets as to when Mr. and Mrs. Buck Claymore would be rolling in. Ma Davenport won. She announced they would arrive shortly before lunch today. In fact, she insisted they set out two more places at the table for them. Good thing they did. No one but the six year old boy was surprised. He couldn't believe it. His birthday and Christmas had come early. The two most wonderful people in his world were back early from their honeymoon. Unbeknownst to them, his mom and dad, his parents had come home to him.