Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2016 04:36:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ahn Boys 20

There is a recent and very well written book titled "Summer of the August
Moon" which talks about the Comanche ability with bows and with
horses. Worth your time if you have an interest in history. They were
without peers when it came to horses. Some say they were the best in the
world. Also, there are those who denied that homosexuality existed in
Native American culture. Those people; are totally wrong. Read "The Spirit
and the Flesh" which details "two spirited" people in American Indian
tribes. But above all, n-joi the story. There is more to come in this tale.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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Aaahhh what can I tell you about the first few weeks of our cross country
journey? For the most part it went off without a hitch. The boys were all
excited about traveling by train, falling asleep in their berths to the
rocking motion of the cars, taking turns sleeping up in my stateroom
although there was nothing to see at night. I did allow them up there for
brief moments during the day however.

Gus and I had laid out a route that was something like a bouncing ball as
it headed west. We headed south, along the eastern seaboard making the
civil war, eastern economy and civics our topics of interest then headed
back North only to turn and head south and west, then go north again. It
was laborious but highly interesting. Gus knew of plenty of out of the way
sights or other things that might prove interesting to the boys.

Washington DC was our first stop and the boys were surprised that we'd
managed an invitation to the White House and had lunch with FDR and
Eleanor. An invitation such as that wasn't all that difficult in those days
especially when one had strong connections to the Roosevelts through
business and personal as well as genealogical associations. After lunch
Eleanor showed the boys the residence while AJ and I spend time with the
great man discussing the eventual war in Europe and how to use the economy
to our advantage while providing service to the county. Needless to say we
came away from that meeting with plenty of ideas and further business
connections while the boys got some history and some autographed
memorabilia. Although they did not attend the luncheon, we took our train
boys whenever we could and in the process got to know them quite well.

We spent 2 days in nation's capital, almost a full day at the Smithsonian
which enthralled all of the boys, including Xiou. Heading south we stopped
in Charleston South Carolina, a town that was considered the Belle of the
south, and Fort Sumter where the Civil War began.

Once we hit our southern destinations we turned and traveled north. I won't
begin to try and explain everything that we saw or did as it would provide
ample reason to fall asleep. As I stated, history and geography dictated a
majority of our stops. We got practice unloading and re loading our bus
while Gregory and Jenkins worked hard to locate suitable transportation
where were could.

Darius continued to provide excellent meals in his reduced environment
proving that the man most definitely new his business and knew it well. As
we moved through less populated areas Gregory and Max would hunt wild game
to put a variety of foods on the table. If that wasn't possible we would
purchase game or fish.

Needless to say the newness of their situation wore off within a week or so
and as we moved north through Texas and into the Midwest the boys began to
get antsy being cooped up for such long periods of time. I did my part by
continuing with their education and doing my best to make it as stimulating
as possible and relevant to what area of the country that we were in at the
time. Gregory did his part by continuing to teach them martial arts and
weaponry.  Xiou started teaching the boys Mandarin and like so many new
tasks presented to them they dove into the endeavor with plenty of
enthusiasm.

Gus, bless his heart, had a fair understanding of boys and knew that they
would become quickly bored so he offered to take them one at a time up into
the locomotive with him and actually began giving them all some basic
instruction on the operation of behemoth which of course including sounding
the horn. All of the boys except Xiou were totally enthralled by the
opportunity.

In return I insisted that whoever of the crew wasn't working be allowed to
join us for all meals and when the boys were free to join our boys in
school. Although Dalton wasn't particularly interested in formal education
Cain and James both were. I'd found of them to nice boys, Cain being a
little on the effeminate side. His blonde hair was cut somewhat short on
the left side of his head but went into longer tresses on the right side,
the bangs hanging to below his nostrils when not pushed back out of the
way. The boy had a fair amount of curl as well.

James on the other hand wore his brown hair long, past his nipples and the
middle of his back although he kept it in a ponytail most of the time. He
was as smooth faced as Cain, with large doe like brown eyes. Both boys
retained the high pitch of pre and young teen boys.

Another thing that helped greatly with the boredom issue was that Gus knew
everyplace along our route where we could pull onto a siding to let the
boys out to run off some energy. Of course we needed to make stops to take
on fuel, water, and supplies so that too worked in our favor and as such we
stopped for anywhere from 2-5 hours about every 2nd or 3rd day. It was on
one of those stops at the beginning of week 3 that we all got gained a full
understanding in regard to the nature of our, ahem, relationships.

Before I get to that I should note that Gus as well as Dalton and Cain had
ventured into the parlor car on one mission or another and as I had warned
Gus in the very beginning, each had caught one or more of the boys lounging
around sans clothing. While Gus was able to keep his attention focused, the
boys had more difficulty, Cain experiencing difficulty the most. It was all
the boy could do not to watch as Mathias sucked Edward's stone hard
cocklet. I had elected to not interfere with the boys' behavior when such
encounters happened, leaving it to them to decide whether or not to
stop. That being said on the rare occasions that a stranger entered our
midst the boys were required not only to refrain from such behaviors but to
remain fully clothed.

We were headed north out of Texas and into Oklahoma. The countryside had a
fair amount of greenery due to Mesquite, Oak, Juniper and other trees,
bushes and as well as other plant life. It wasn't the more barren land of
West Texas or even south Texas but it wasn't like the northeast where we
hailed from either. Despite the air conditioning it was warm in parlor
car. The younger boys were stark naked as they played board games or
read. A couple of the older boys were naked as well, the rest in underwear.
Gregory and Jenkins were both laying down as were AJ and Willie although I
doubted they were actually napping. I was going over various reports that
Gerald had sent. That was how Dalton found us when he came into the parlor
car.

"Lucian," the young man said, trying not to stare at the naked younglings,
"Gus says that we'll be stopping about 15 miles up the track to take on
water. He says to tell you that there is a river there if you all would
like to get off the train for a bit, perhaps go swimming." That got the
attention of everyone.

"Can we Lucian, please, can we go swimming?" That was the general response
from every boy in the car although it varied from boy to boy. The little
guys had bounced up out of their chairs, their cocklets flying about and I
swear that Dalton all but drooled.

I asked Dalton if there was a settlement there and he shook his head. "I
don't think so Lucian, would it matter?

"Only in the fact that nobody has swimming attire," I said. I thought I
detected a little blush on the hunky teen's face.

"Well I don't reckon that'll be a problem," He said.

"Will you and the other boys or Gus and Max be joining us," I asked him.

"Well I wouldn't mind getting wet," Dalton responded and I'm sure that Cain
and James would welcome a cool dip too."

"Well then, please tell Gus that we would all welcome the respite and the
chance to get out for a short while and of course the whole crew is invited
to join us. Might be an opportune time to actually bathe as well as play,"
I added. Indeed, with so many people on board as well as the boys' lack of
attention to the passage of time, showers could deplete our water supply
quite rapidly. Outdoor opportunities to bathe helped alleviate that
problem.

I had Mathias and Jamon go rouse the rest of the crew and I used the phone
system to contact Gregory and when he came into the parlor car I told him
the plan and asked about protection. Being out in the middle of nowhere
could leave us at the mercy of predators of both the 2 and 4 legged
types. The man agreed and left to take care of that issue. Not 4 minutes
later I could see the blue waters of the river off to the side of the
parlor car. By that time everyone was present and I explained the situation
to everybody's infinite delight.

I had Jenkins get the boys to gather towels and soap, directed the boys to
at least long pants and shoes since there were any variety of flora and
fauna that might cause them harm. As the train slowed to a stop Max came
back with a sidearm, a rifle along with a pair of binoculars around his
neck. Seeing Gregory outfitted the same, both AJ and I with side arms he
nodded his head.

"Not likely we'll have any trouble sir, but better to be prepared than
not." I agreed. He said that he and Gus would be standing guard while we
took on water and I assured him that we would be doing the same. No sooner
had the words come out of my mouth when our attention was drawn to a dust
cloud. A moment later 5 riders came into view leading a laden pack horse, 2
medium dogs keeping pace alongside. They were at a slow trot as they
approached and the leader put his hand up in peace, Gus returning the
gesture and out of the side of his mouth said, "Comanche."  As they
approached I saw that they were all boys, the oldest being around Dalton's
age and the youngest just under Xiou's age. It was easy to see bows
strapped across each boys' back, held in place by a full quiver of arrows
as well as spears resting in front of them across their horse's
backs. About 20 feet from us the group stopped and the oldest approached,
regal in his presence for one so young.

In passable English he asked who our chief was and Gus pointed me out. I
stepped forward and the boy dismounted his horse by swinging a leg over the
neck and sliding to the ground. With his spear in his left hand he offered
his hand which I took, his shake very gentle and non-threatening. He wasn't
particularly a comely boy, I would learn that by our standards many
Indian's were not. He was dressed only in a breechclout and a moccasin
style knee length boot, his bare chest and arms well developed, and a
feather that hung out of his almost waist length hair pitch black hair.

He asked our business not that it was any of his business or that he needed
to be told since it was quite obvious. Still, I explained that we were
taking on water and bathing in the lake. The boy nodded his head
reflectively. I glanced around and saw that to a boy, mine were completely
enthralled at the fact that they were in the presence of real Indians. I
think that many of the Indian boys were equally enthralled as well,
particularly with Xiou Chen.

"We too wash and swim here," he responded giving a sweeping gesture toward
his comrades.

"Can we share the lake," I asked and again the boy reflected on my question
then gave a single nod his head. He spoked to his group in his native
tongue and they all dismounted just as he had. They pulled the blankets
from their horse's backs and removed the primitive bridal and set
everything on the ground then three of them unloaded their pack horse. One
of the boys spoke rapidly to their young leader who then said to me,

"He asks if you wash so dressed." I shook my head and stated we would all
be bare. He nodded his head, spoke to his crew, all of which got smiles on
their faces. I found that interesting on a couple of levels. So much for
the myth of the stoic Indian.

"Well lads it looks like we're going to be sharing the lake so please be on
your best behavior." That said I started down the slight slope to the river
but the oldest native boy stopped me and spoke to his boys who immediately
began kicking around the scrub and around the grasses and trees along the
well-worn path to the water.

"Snakes," he said and once the boys reached the sandy banks waved us
onward. In the wide open expanse of sand and small rocks at the edge of the
river the scores of people who had frequented the spot had erected crude
benches around a rock lined fire pit. There were poles sunk into the ground
with railings between them as well which I assumed were for clothing or
drying towels and the like. The boys dropped their towels on the benches
while I set down 4 cakes of soap. Of course the little guys were stripped
naked almost immediately and waited patiently for everybody else. Our new
friends didn't seem the least bit inhibited and they too were thoroughly
naked in short order, their bows and quiver's still within easy reach if
needed. As soon as my pants came off the youngest of them pointed and
chattered like crazy. The oldest of them said,

"He say you have snake too." The youngest of them looked to be maybe 9 or
10 years old and was completely hairless while the oldest didn't seem to be
overly hairy at all. Two of the others had small nests of black moss while
the last one, perhaps 12 had the barest smattering of hair. Their cock
sizes appeared to be appropriate to their ages although one that appeared
to be 14 or so was hung much like Jessie. Of course that drew attention
too.

The younger boy chattered again when AJ was naked and their spokesman said
that the boy wondered why AJ had no hair on his spear. The Indian boys all
seemed very curious about our blackbirds leading me to believe that Negros
were a rarity to them as well, although not to the degree that Asians
were. And they were fascinated by the blond hair that some of our boys
sported between their legs.

I was particularly interested in our train crew boys since until then they
were also unknowns. The youngest of the crew, Cain had an age appropriate
cock, 3 inches or so with a very faint smattering of blond hairs at the
base of it, his balls nicely dropped and hairless. James wasn't too much
different in size and of course had a little nest of hairs the color of wet
sand. His balls too, were hairless. Dalton on the other hand was even more
of a hunk naked than clothes. The kid was built, his upper chest shoulders
and arms bulging with muscle. Every single muscle all the way to his calves
were bulging and defined. His cock was a nice girth, easily 6 or so soft
inches which, when hard, would likely make a formidable weapon.

Everyone had to take the time check each other out. The 2 youngest of the
Indian's starting to bone up as did Mathias and Frankie but to everyone's
credit no one commented on it. So we headed into the river, the dogs
joining us but staying closer to the shore. It seemed that we were in a
crook of the running water and thus out of the main flow of it. It got deep
enough fairly quickly so that 15 feet from shore the largest of us were
neck deep. Once we discovered our boundaries we moved back toward shore and
began the cleansing process trading off the soap bars. Our new friends were
curious about that so we shared with them, much to their delight.

Since we were all mixed in together and boys offered to wash each other's
backs, race and culture weren't barriers so there was total mix of who
washed who. I was doing Frankie, massaging his shoulders causing the boy to
groan loudly which got everyone's attention. It wouldn't do but when my boy
stepped aside the youngest Indian boy indicated that he would like me to
wash him thusly.

He backed up to me and I began working on his shoulders and back and the
boy groaned loudly. His friends smiled and nodded their heads and some of
my older boys offered to do the same for them which ended up with boys
being paired off with whoever was closest to them, including my crew boys.

As I washed him, the young boy's hand moved back and found my leg then
brazenly moved inward to find my cock and take hold of it and feel me
up. One of his pals saw it and chattered something to him which the boy
answered with a grin.

"Boy say he liked you have very big spear," their young leader translated
as he stood next to me working Mathias' back. I looked to the boy with a
raised eye brow.

"This is allowed," I asked him and he smiled and nodded his head,

"Yes, is very allowed, is," and he paused looking for the correct word then
said, "is wanted." That said the boy reached around Matty's front and ran
his soapy hand down the boys' belly and onto his cock while his other hand
washed our boys' tender little butt. The Indian boy had turned sideways to
me and I saw that his cock was better than half way hard.  Glancing around
I saw that everybody was engaged in similar behavior. Boys will be boys no
matter their culture. I imagined that Indian boys probably used this place
for plenty of boy play.

My boy stepped away from and took the soap and began washing my torso. I
could see that his little brown cocklet was fully hardened, stand proudly
in front of his taut little belly. He wasted no time in soaping my cock and
my balls and chattered as he did so.

"Boy says your apples must give much milk."

"Lucian's balls make tons of milk," Mathias said cheerily as our Indian
friend washed the little blonde boy's tiny butt. That got more chattering
among our guests and their leader, with a glint in his eyes said,

"They wish to see that; if you might give, uhm, show. They would all be so
too."

"Is he saying they all want to jack off Lucian," Willy asked.

"That's my take on it," AJ responded. I was glad to see that those two were
choosing to play with others and not be locked onto each other.

The boy came around front and began to rinse my crotch off, a smile on his
smooth brown face when he saw that I was half way hard. Once he was
satisfied that the soap was gone he got to his knees and gently rubbed my
rising cock alongside his face then placed his mouth over the end and began
sucking me off. Next to me his ersatz leader chuckled,

"Boy like suck spear," he said. "You like?" I nodded my head.

"Very like," I replied. Around us everybody else was pretty much doing the
same thing. Matthias began sucking the oldest Indian boy with a vengeance
and judging from the expression on the teen's face, my little blonde boy
was doing a credible job, which I already knew.

James had cornered AJ, while Jamon and Frankie were double teaming the
second oldest Indian boy. Jessie and Tobias had snagged an Indian
boy. Dalton and Xiou had cornered another Indian boy and my Chinese boy was
sucking Daltons now fully hardened cock. The last Indian boy had been
approached by Gideon who was all but overwhelmed by the presence of the
native boys and as I said before, the Indian boys were taken with the black
boys as well. Edward had joined them making it a trio.

Cain approached me and asked if he could join us so I nodded my head and
lowered my upper body, offering my mouth to him. The boy took it greedily,
wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me with a vengeance. My little
Indian boy continued to suckle, moaning softly as he skinned my foreskin
back and worked on the head.

"I wanted to be with you the first day I saw you," Cain whispered to me. "I
hope that's okay." I gently rubbed his face and told him it was more than
okay. Our Indian companion chose that moment to stand up, working his jaw
in the manner that indicated it was a little sore. Cain didn't miss a beat
but dropped down and took over where my little friend had left off. The boy
indicated that he wanted me to lift him up, which wasn't a problem in the
least so I did and as soon as he was in my arms, his little butt resting on
them, his legs went around my waist and his arms around my neck.

He moved his face close to mine and worked his lips in a mime of kissing so
I put my mouth against his. Clearly it was a concept that he had no
experience with, didn't understand but he'd he seen Cain do it and wanted
to try it. I pursed my lips to show him what to do then kissed his arm so
that he could see what i did. I did series of little kisses then turned to
face him again and he mimicked me perfectly.

I stopped him and showed him a more open mouthed kiss and he mimicked
that. All of this took barely a minute to accomplish. From there I kept my
mouth against his and when I gently opened it, he opened his mouth. It
didn't take the kid long to get it and a moment later it was a head
tilting, mouth open, lips moving kiss. He tried to grind his cocklet
against me and had some success at it.

Movement around me caught my attention and turning, I saw that our boys
were teaching the native boys how to kiss and all of them had a boy working
their hard cocks at the same time.

"Are we gonna be able to fuck," Mathias asked. "I'd like this boys' cock in
my ass Lucian. My boy continued to grind against me, pushing his little
boner against my flesh. His leader couldn't help but notice and chuckled.

"Boy want ride wild pony by you," he said. The expression on my face told
him that I wasn't sure about what he was saying although I really did. At
that the older boy moved his hips to indicate fucking then pointed to me
first and then the boy. The meaning was quite clear. I nodded my head.

"First we make milk," he said. Mathias asked what he meant, although not to
the boy but in general. The teen understood Matty's question and gave us
the universal gesture for jacking off.

"Yeah a group jack off," Mathias cried out excitedly. The group gravitated
closer together, forming a loose circle. My boys were already stroking
their boners and within seconds everybody was engaged in the millennia old
practice of a circle jerk.

The Indian boys watched attentively as they worked their own raging brown
cocks. Like any other boy they tugged on their balls, rubbed on their flat
bellies or simply rested their fingers on their inner thigh right alongside
their balls. The one with the largest cock looked to be a good 7 inches,
close to Dalton's and Jessie's size. I wondered briefly if he would
consider stuffing his native grown cock up my ass.

"Eager little fuckers aren't they," AJ said to me in French and I replied
that they were. Still speaking French he asked if we could maybe hang out
for the next 24 hours; maybe invite our new friends to a fuck party. I
responded that I thought that to be a splendid idea.

"C'est aussi ce que je pense," Jessie chirped in using. Both AJ and I were
shocked and the hung young thing laughed. He had said "So do I."

"Oh fuck," Frankie cried out and we all watched his knees sag and his eyes
roll back in his pretty little head. The Indian boys chattered. The
youngest one had stayed next to me and reached behind me to rub on my ass
as her worked his little boner like a boy with plenty of experience.

Tobias was the first to shoot his sperm, a nice little single stream that
ended quickly. One of the Indian boys chattered something that was probably
an announcement of his cumming and a second later he shot out a glob of
sperm that broke into bits before hitting the water. From there the white
gooey boy goodness oozed out of his cock and down over his fingers. The boy
didn't hesitate to bring his hand to his mouth to lick his young sperm off
of it.

Edward went next firing a couple of jets of sperm and our new friends
chattered excitedly. The youngling beside me had his dry cum and before he
was finished Matty cried out that he was cumming. The second young native
boy fired, not much more than his companion. James made his announcement
and before the words were out of his mouth Cain said he was too. The boys
shot about the same time, Cain's offering fairly meager while James' shot
was similar to Tobias.

Willy fired next and some of his sperm went sideways and hit the Indian boy
on his left, landing on the boys' knee. The kid chattered then turned
slightly and shot his young sperm onto Willy's hip. They too went into
oozing mode and when it was done Willy scooped his cum off the boy and ate
it. It wouldn't do but his new friend went to one knee and licked his sperm
from Willy's hip and as he did so felt up Willy's smooth young balls. That
got a round of applause.

"Here goes," Jamon said and even the native boys knew what he was
saying. Our hung young blackbird gave the best showing so far; 3 solid jets
of thick white sperm blasting out of his chocolate skinned boy prong. The
Indians chattered quite a bit at that then their leader said something
which probably was I'm cumming. He slowed his stroke and a long stream of
cum flew out into the water. The boy groaned as he fired, legs bent at the
knees, and we all watched 2 more jets erupt from his cock head before he
went into oozing mode and there was even a fair amount of that.

The Indian boy with the big cock, which I have to say was close to Jamon in
size, chattered. At that Frankie quickly dropped to his knees in front of
the boy who aimed his brown skinned boner at our boys' face. He had no
sooner done it that the kid erupted and began blasting Frankie's face with
large globs of Indian boy sperm. Everybody clapped and cheered as our boy
got hit on the cheek and then the nose. Frankie opened his mouth and a 3rd
jet went right inside. Before the boy shot again Frankie planted his mouth
over the end and got the rest of boys' offering. The boy moaned as his cock
was sucked, tugged on his balls, and let his head roll backwards from the
intensity of the feeling.

That left me, AJ and Dalton and as we worked our cocks the boys started
chanting "cum, cum, cum." The Indian boys picked up the word quickly,
particularly the leader. Interestingly enough all 3 of his hit within
seconds of each other.

It turned out that Dalton was a shooter to match both AJ and me. We got
lots of laughter and praise as the three of began going off like so many
fire hoses. It was like tugboats in a harbor welcoming a big ship into
port. Each of us had a solid5 to 6 ropey jets of sperm, most of which went
18 inches or more from our cock heads to drop into the river. Like always
it was over too fast. The youngest of our new friends chattered off
something and the rest of them laughed.

"Little Grouse say his hole will leak for a day from so much milk," their
young leader said with a laugh. I looked at the boy then pointed to me and
said Lucian, which he pronounced fairly well. He pointed to himself
"Kwiana," although he pronounced it in Comanche first. The boy with the
largest cock was addressed as Pony boy although Kwiana made it clear that
only the boys of their tribe called him that. A rushing along the trail and
a hurried calling of my name stopped all conversation. A moment later
Gregory came into view.

"We may have trouble Lucian. Gus can see a group of riders headed this
way. They don't appear to be in a hurry. He said to tell you it could a
gang of bandits."

"The Texas Boys," Kwiana said in perfectly clear English. He immediately
issued commands to his boys who were already on the move. To me he said,
"Lucian, please get you and AJ and the boys into your rail car. The Texas
Boys are indeed a group of bandits that frequently rob private trains as
well as mail trains. They haven't been known to kill anyone but have caused
serious injury. We will hide our horses and fade into the trees and watch
carefully. Do not be shocked if you see arrows fly." Clearly I was stunned
by the clarity of the boys' speech and he could see that.

"Yes, I know, I will explain it later but you must hurry." AJ was already
getting the boys dressed and the Indian were done and headed up the
trail. As Kwiana and I strode quickly up the trail he suggested that I have
my men put their rifles away but keep their side arms. "Only 2 of them
should be visible but the other including you be armed. They will most
likely demand to see the owner of the train which I assume is you."

At the train Gus was already on the ground and Max was nowhere in
sight. Neither were our Indians, their horses or their pack not to be
seen. Jesus I thought to myself, those boys were damned well trained.

"Who is the toughest man here," Kwiana asked and we pointed to Gregory. "At
least one man will try to enter the train, do not allow that. If it comes
to a fight, fight him but do it outside the train. These boys love a good
knock down drag out and while they will watch they will not interfere
unless their man is losing, then they will stop it. Have no fear, we will
take of things from there." He turned to leave but turned back.

"Have faith in me," he said. The big surprise was that he said it in
perfect French. "Lucian, do not come out until you are asked to," Kwiana
called out before disappearing into the trees.

AJ got the boys all into the car and along with Jenkins was armed. Darius
refused to have anything to do with guns. "I'm very good with a knife," my
chef said, brandishing a 6 inch fillet knife made of German steel and which
I knew firsthand to be razor sharp.

Max had disappeared somewhere but I was pretty sure he was able to watch
how things progressed and was prepared to step in as needed. Dalton
strapped on an old Colt Peacemaker while the two younger boys stood off to
the side. I waited by the door to the car, Gregory right behind me so that
when I exited he would be there to greet any trespasser.

"Well what have we here boys," I heard a deep throated voice say. "What's
your name man, and what's your business here?"

"My name is Gus and this is a private train. We're loading water."

"Well Gus, I suggest that you unbuckle that pistol and set it to the side,"
the voice said, "you too boy."

"Not gonna do that mister," Gus said, "Neither will we draw down. It would
only get us killed." The voice agreed that was true.

"Boy, go get your master," the voice said and a moment later Cain was in
the doorway, visibly shaking from fear.

"That one looks good enough to fuck Tucker," another voice said and I heard
some agreement from others. I told Cain to come into the rail car and stay
put while I stepped out and down the steps to face a group of armed men
some 30 feet away.

"Get your city slicker ass up her," a grizzled coot on horseback
commanded. As I started to walk toward them the man directed a couple of
his men to go search the car that I'd just vacated. Things were going to
get interesting very fast. The two men pushed by me, even though they
didn't need to bump me they did. I stopped and watched as they started up
the steps. The second man was just taking a step up when the first came
flying out backwards, slamming into his friend's upper body and knocking
him flat, and continuing past him. Gregory was down the steps before flying
man hit the ground.

As soon as he hit the dirt Gregory kicked the first man in the head
knocking him out cold and headed straight for the second man some 4 feet
away. Meanwhile the rest of the crew were whooping and hollering at the
prospect of a fight.

Gregory waited patiently for his adversary to get up, which the man did and
to his credit the man didn't go for the gun at his hip. He charged Gregory
who simply side stepped the man and slammed an elbow into his cheek as he
went by. The crack was audible. The man lay in the dirt for a moment then
got back to his feet albeit wobbly. This time he went for his gun and
before his hand touched it one of the dogs came from nowhere and latched
tightly to the man's gun arm, taking him to the ground screaming.

"What the..." I heard a voice call out followed by 2 screams. I turned to
see arrows sticking in the thigh of another man, the pommel of the leader's
saddle, and another one sticking out of the forearm of yet a third man. The
others were scrambling when their leader bellowed them to stop and not move
a muscle.

"Shit Kwiana, where the fuck are you," the man called out, looking
around. Part of his problem was that arrows had come from 3 different
directions.

"In my sights Tucker you shit eating prick," I heard Kwiana call out. The
man called Tucker let his head drop and shook it. As he raised it he called
out,

"I owe you for Sam and Cody."

"Don't worry about it; you don't owe me a thing, I was glad to do it."

"Didn't have to kill them in cold blood Kwiana," Tucker answered.

"They raped a woman and her child and left them for dead Tucker; they
deserved what they got. Pack your wounded up and get out of here."

"Not sure I can do that Kwiana." Tucker's cowboy had flew off his head,
taking flight by an arrow that pierced it.

"Are you sure of that? I think you better get to it you rat bastard."

The dog had let go of his man but stood close by snarling while the men
that Gregory had kicked had gotten up and started to move toward the man
and an arrow appeared stuck in the ground between his feet before his
second step hit the dirt.

"Come on boys let's ride."

"Tucker," Kwiana called out," I want my arrows back."

"Jesus Kwiana I gotta take some time with that. They could bleed to death."
Tucker wasn't giving an inch. Neither was the Indian boy.

"Either you do it or I take them out of dead men. Your choice Tucker. I can
live with it either way."  The two men by me started walking toward their
horses in a rather groggy manner, the one clutching a bleeding
arm. Meanwhile a couple of other men had dismounted and helped removed the
arrows from the men that had been hit which they did by jerking the arrows
out causing their victims to scream bloody murder.

"Tucker." The man answered with a weary "what". Kwiana continued. "I'll be
setting a picket a mile out. Any man I catch will be staked out, their
balls cut off and left to die." As the men started to ride out arrows hit 4
of the horses on the rump, startling the beasts causing them to rear up and
tear off. I saw that the arrows were not flint or steel tipped but padded
practice arrows.

"Let the boys come out please Gregory," I said. As soon as our antagonists
were gone the Indian boys came out of the trees and it seemed to me as they
came out that they had been in plain sight, we just didn't see them. Kwiana
strode out and picked up his arrows from where Tucker had tossed them. The
other boys each retrieved at least 1each and it was then that I noticed a
different colored band at the end just in front of the fletching.

Our boys were all gathered around whooping and hollering except Cain who
came up next to me and snuggled in close. "I was scared to death Lucian,"
he said, the boy still shivering slightly. I hugged him and said it was
perfectly natural.

Kwiana issued some commands to his boys who immediately unloaded their pack
horse again. The teen approached me. "I was taught English and French by
the missionaries who frequented our village since before I was born. I tend
not to let white people know that, although I would have let you all
know. I hope you can accept my apology," the boy said sincerely. I told him
that I certainly did.

"What was that all about," I asked him.

"Tucker and his band of miscreants are murders and thieves. I've had some
minor scrapes with him before. With the depression he's had quite a bit of
free reign and of course justice out here is slow in coming. About 3 months
ago two of his gang did rape a woman and her 10 year old son and left them
for dead. My people found them shortly after it had happened and the woman
identified who had done it. I tracked them down and killed them and I did
it slowly. Tucker knows that I meant what I said so he doesn't want to
tangle with me, unless of course he has a distinct and thus, unfair,
advantage which I won't give him."

"Would he have killed us," Frankie asked.

"Hard to say," our savior said. "But given how well armed you guys are and
how tough," he nodded to Gregory, "I don't think that would have happened."
Little Grouse chattered at Kwiana who answered back then turned back toward
us.

"What are your immediate plans Lucian?" I told him we had only stopped for
water and to swim and bathe and would probably be continuing our journey.

"Well, my friends and I were planning on camping here for a few days. If
you aren't in a big hurry we would enjoy sharing a campfire and wild game
with you." That got a rousing cheer from all of our boys. I turned to Gus
and Max, the latter having come from wherever he'd been watching.

"It's your call Lucian. We aren't on a serious time schedule and I know
that the crew and I both would enjoy a day or two down time."

"Well I guess it's settled then." Once again there was plenty of loud
celebration as Kwiana told his crew what the decision was. Little Grouse
walked right up to me. The young boy pointed to me and then himself and
with a big smile said,

"We ride wild pony."