Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2003 08:39:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Booger Red & Cowboy Chapter 25"

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BOOGER RED & COWBOY
By Waddie Greywolf


CHAPTER 25


A female elephant broke away from a small traveling circus and found it's
way to the ranch. Dad, Uncle Joe, Ben Jr., Big Ben, Mrs. Russell, Tim and
Master Ben, Master Earl, Boots and Sonny, Bull and Charlie, Beryl and
Blaine, Master Zack, Cal and Steve, Ben, Tim and old Lester were all there
with several other family members.  We watched the huge elephant coming
down the main road at a pretty good clip, looking over her shoulder to see
if she was being followed. You could tell she was upset and distressed.
People would drive by her slowly looking at the unusual sight of a huge
elephant almost running down the side of the blacktop.

"Who wants to bet me she turns and comes down the road to the ranch?"  Dan
put it to the folks that gathered around to watch. No one wanted to take
his bet.  Sure enough, she didn't even hesitate but turned immediately into
the gravel road to the ranch and increased her speed still looking over her
shoulder to see if she was being followed.

Griz came lumbering up from the barn and waved to her.  Dan looked at me
and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Watch her," Dan said quietly to everyone assembled, "bet the deed to this
ranch she'll go directly to Griz like he was her long lost friend.  Any
takers?"  There were no takers.  Most had seen or heard what Griz could do
with animals.

The huge creature went directly to Griz and acted like he was an old friend
she hadn't seen for years and she couldn't be happier to see him.  She
wouldn't let go of him. She rapped her big trunk around his neck and pulled
him close to her as if she were trying to hug and kiss him.  He petted her,
soothed her, called her by name and told her not to worry she was safe now;
he wouldn't let nothing bad happen to her.  Her whole demeanor changed in
an instant. She relaxed and listened to Griz.  She took hold of his flannel
shirt in the rear and followed him.  Griz walked over to us and according
to Master Beryl,

"We didn't know whether to run or just stand there and shit in our pants."

"Folks, Master Dan, Master Billy," Griz announced, "this, here, lady's
Ms. Sophie.  My Friend showed her the way to the ranch.  He told her to
come to the ranch, find me and I'd help her.  The people at the circus
mistreat her.  They beat her and they starve her.  She wouldn't mind so
much,---but you see, Ms. Sophie's,--well, you know,---!"  The big man
turned beet red.

"Is she pregnant, Griz?"  I asked as I walked toward Griz and Ms. Sophie.

"Yes, Sir, Master Billy,--how'd ju' know?"

"I guess I've been around you too long, Big Bear. I've learned to speak and
interpret the Bear language."  Griz threw back his head and laughed.
Ms. Sophie let go of Griz's shirt and gently wrapped her trunk around my
neck and pulled me to her.  Then she put her trunk down around my waist and
held me close like she wanted my love.  I spoke softly to her and petted
her.  I had an apple in my pocket I was going to give one of the ponies.  I
got it out and gave it to her.

Ms. Sophie took it immediately and ate it.  Then she lovingly put her big
trunk back around me.  I petted her some more and spoke gently to her.  Our
family was having a field day of funny remarks, being silly and generally
going nuts, laughing their ass's off watching me make love to the big
beast.  Didn't bother me a bit,-I was experienced at making love to big,
ugly beasts and reminded them of that fact.  I thanked God I was.  There
was much hooting and laughter from our family.

"Ms. Sophie, Dear heart, I'll bet you're thirsty. It's a hot day, isn't it,
my Lady? Would you like some refreshments? A beverage, perhaps? Hum'? Griz
and I will be happy to take you to the tank for a big gulp and then to the
barn to get you some nice hay to munch.  Let me go, Sweetheart, and we'll
show you the way.  That's a good girl.  Now take hold of Griz's shirt.
That's good.  Come on, Ms. Sophie."  Off we went.  She'd do anything Griz
or I asked of her.

When we got to the tank Ms. Sophie got into the water and drank and drank.
Then she waded all the way in and had a ball.  She had a twinkle in her
eye.  She'd get a snoot full and spray Griz and me; much to the delight of
all the folks gathered to watch. Griz told me she was being nice to us like
she would another elephant by sharing her water with them.  That was sweet
of her but we were soaked. What the hell,---it was a hot Tucson day and
Griz and I probably needed a shower anyway.

Our family followed us.  Some grabbed their cameras and took pictures. Dan
took videos. Everyone was having a ball laughing at Griz and me.  There
were some wickedly funny one liners coming from our audience.  They were
having great fun with such an unusual happening; however, with Griz and me,
they'd come to expect it.  Nothing would surprise them.

We took her to the barn and she immediately went into one of the end stalls
at the far end of the barn well away from the front.  She was, in effect,
hidden from sight.  Anyone driving into the property and up to the house
couldn't see her.  Griz seemed to know exactly what she needed to eat.  He
gave her some fresh hay and some oats.  He told me she needed fruits of all
kinds.  Of course that caused a great deal of laughter from our family.
Dan went to the house to contact the sheriff to tell him about Ms. Sophie.

"How'd ju' know her name, Mr. Yates?"

"You mean that's really her name?"  Dan asked in surprise. Dan knew better
but sometimes Griz was hard to believe.  He's never wrong.  You'd think
we'd learn.  He still amazes us today.

"Well, yes Sir.  That's the name the circus people gave us; said she's
dangerous; tried to kill her handler."

"I wouldn't doubt it Sheriff from the condition she's in.  She was just
trying to protect her baby."

"She has a baby with her?"

"No, Sheriff, she's pregnant."

"They never said nothing `bout her being pregnant."

"They probably don't know."

"How do you,...Oh,....Griz?"

"Yes, Sir, Griz."

"She came directly to Griz, Mr. Yates?"

"Yes, Sir, Sheriff."

"And,... that's how you know her name?"

"Right again, Sheriff."

"You remember several years ago, Mr. Yates,... Griz nursed my favorite mare
back to health when the vets wanted to shoot her?  Remember, they laughed
at me for wanting to bring her to Griz?  Well, you know, thanks to that big
man, I still have my favorite mare.  She's given me three young'uns since
then.  Why, she's healthy as..."

"A horse, Sheriff Lake?"  the sheriff laughed, Dan continued, "Yes
Sir,... I remember it well, Sheriff Lake. I'm glad Griz could help."

"That critter came to Griz for a reason and I ain't about to go against
that.  That man may not be the brightest bulb in the marquee but he's got a
direct line to somebody pretty darn powerful who would tell that elephant
to go to him. As far as I'm concerned, that's a much higher judge and court
of law than anything we got down here.  Can you folks keep her for a while
and let me see what I can find out.  If anyone comes looking for her just
tell them to see me, okay?"

"I'm with you, Sheriff Lake, if'n God sent her to Griz, and I have no doubt
he did, we'll be happy to take care of her.  Griz and Cowboy are feeding
her right now.  I wanted to call so you'd know she ain't out causing
mayhem.  Didn't know what you'd want to do about her but we'll be happy to
help any way we can."

"You, Cowboy, Griz and the Gunn boys are good men Mr. Yates and I know
she's safe there.  Thanks for your help.  I'll get back to you either this
evening or tomorrow morning.  Thanks for letting us know."

"You're welcome, Sheriff.  We'll wait to hear from you."

Dan came walking into the barn with a big smile on his face and was
chuckling to himself.

"Folks, her name really is Ms. Sophie.  The Sheriff confirmed it.  Griz, I
apologize for seeming to doubt you."

"That's all right, Master Dan, you know I love you."

"I love you, too, Big Man, proud to call you my slave and my friend."

"Here, here!"  agreed all the others.

"Sheriff Lake wants us to keep her for a while, says he'll let us know this
evening or tomorrow what should be done with her."

"Would you consider letting Cowboy and me help her, Master Dan?"

"We may not be able to, Big Guy, if the Sheriff says she has to be returned
to the circus."

"He won't, Master Dan, my other Master done told me he's taking care of
that."

"Okay, Griz, I promise, I'll never doubt you again.  If that's what the Big
Man told you then we'll take good care of her. We'll make sure she has her
baby safely."  Dan was leaning over the stall fence. Ms. Sophie turned to
him put her trunk around his shoulders and gently hugged him.  Our Master
got tears in his eyes and we all had a good laugh at his soft heart.

"You're welcome, Ms. Sophie.  Welcome to the zoo.  With all these other
animals around here you'll be right at home."  Everyone cheered and hooted
at Dan's joke.  He'd become a true member of our family.

Griz was right.  His Friend took care of the circus folks.  The sheriff
asked us to keep her a while longer.  We did and the circus left, went bust
financially, disbanded and we never heard another thing from them.  The
sheriff comes out regularly to rodeo with us, brings his wife and kids to
see Ms. Sophie and Griz.

The kids climb all over Gris.  At any given time, he's got two in one arm
and two in the other.  They must think he's a `jungle gym' just for them to
climb on.  I put that thought to our Master and he smiled,

"Why should that shock you?  We love to climb around on him every now and
then ourselves."  I had to laugh. I couldn't gainsay that.

Griz is the first one Sheriff Lake calls when he has a sick animal.  Hell,
if we let him he'd bring his damn kids to Griz when they got sick.  Sheriff
Lake asked if we wanted to keep Ms. Sophie.  Dan knew Griz did without
asking.  Besides, he promised Griz and Ms. Sophie we'd see her through
having her baby.  He kept his word.

Griz took wonderful care of her.  She gained weight, became the most docile
animal on the ranch, and began to earn her keep.  She loved to work for us
and up `til about a month before her calf was due she wouldn't let Griz,
Dan or me pick up anything heavy.  She'd gently move us aside with her
trunk and carry the load where ever we asked her.  She quickly became loved
by everyone and began to trust and love everybody in return.  She never
failed to show appreciation to me and Dan.

Approximately a year and a half later Ms. Sophie gave birth to her baby
girl.  That baby elephant was the cutest damn thing.  It was perfect in
every way.  Ms. Sophie was so proud of her.  We thought she'd be very
protective of the baby but she wasn't.  The little thing got to know
everyone and would run up to us to be petted. It knew we always had a treat
for her and she would pester the shit out of you `til she got it.  You
didn't dare go to the barn without a treat for her if you didn't want your
clothes torn off.

She was born with a twinkle in her eye.  She quickly developed a sense of
humor.  She was mischievous as hell and was all the time getting into
trouble. One of her favorite targets was Big Beryl; however, she decided
Dan was to be her surrogate dad.  (Gris and I told her she had good taste.)
She would run up behind Dan when he wasn't looking and run her little trunk
between his legs and up his front to pull him to a stop. When she had him
stopped she'd move her little trunk around to make it look like it was
Dan's dick.  She's blow a stream of water out her snoot that looked just
like Dan taking a piss.  She'd shake it, just like a man does to get the
last drops out before putting it back in his pants.  Then she'd let it go
limp and hang to the ground.  She was hilarious.  Dan would laugh and blush
beet red every time she did it.  Our family really got a laugh out of that.
Of course, that only encouraged her.

You couldn't get mad at her.  She was too damn cute.  Griz said Ms. Sophie
wanted to name her Grace because it was God that directed her to to Griz,
Cowboy, and Master Dan.  It was by His grace that her baby was saved and
born healthy.  When she came to Griz she was very close to miscarriage.

Well, Dan started calling her `Gracie' and it stuck.  Ms. Sophie told Griz
that was fine with her.  We jokingly sent out notice of impending birth of
Ms. Sophie's baby girl, `Gracie.'  How did we know she was going to have a
female?  She told Griz.  No one doubted her baby would be female.  Our
little joke backfired on us.  We had three entire family groups camped out
around our place, Big Ben and Ben Jr. flew down for the occasion.
Bulldogger Dave, his mate Ken, and old Barn drove all the way for Gracie's
birth.  There must have been four or five hundred motorcycles there.  It
made Strugis look like a Sunday poker run.  Master Ben, Tim, Keshan and
Harry flew in to be with us.  Ben's dad called from Los Angeles and asked
if it would be all right if he came. I spoke to him and told him we'd be
honored to have him.

The local newspaper, Phoenix, Dallas, Los Angeles, Houston , Denver, and
Las Vegas had reporters that wanted to cover the story.  They were `on
call.'  When Griz announced today was the day, almost the entire sheriff's
station's personnel were there. Many of the Tucson Fire department and
Police were there.  There must have been a thousand people at the ranch
that day.  It was a party atmosphere and everyone shared.  Dan and I called
three caterers and told them to hurry.  We sent some of the family for
beer, sodas, ice and coffee for the crowd.  I handed Big Jim a thousand
dollar bill.  He looked at it shook his head and put it in his pocket.
They wiped out two supermarkets.

Master Beryl told us he was going to shit his pants if he saw three wise
men riding up on camels.

Ms. Sophie took it all in stride.  She knew the folks were there to welcome
her new baby.  She didn't want Griz to leave her though.  We had to take
his meals to the barn for him and he slept on a blanket and some hay in the
next stall.  If he went up to his den she'd come to the base of the stairs
and call for him.  He was supremely patient and understanding with her.
She couldn't have had a better mid-wife than Griz. Ms. Sophie and her baby
were doing fine.

We had, what seemed like, an endless line of raunchy, mean ass looking
bikers, town people, sheriffs, reporters and our family passed by with
their hats in their hands to see and congratulate Ms. Sophie.  No one got
out of hand and when the people went passed they whispered and made as
little noise as possible.  They respected Ms. Sophie's privacy.

The little girl was all ready up and running around her mother looking out
at all the folks passing by.  Ms. Sophie wasn't concerned.  Griz told us
she was so relieved at having a successful delivery that she was in a
mellow mood.  Said she didn't mind the people taking a look at her baby as
long as they were respectful and Griz was there to make sure they were.
Dan and I relieved Griz every now and then so he could eat and use the
facilities.  The visitors were thoughtful and considerate of Ms. Sophie's
privacy.

Came time for spring round up and Gracie was about three months old.  Every
man on the ranch participated in the round up including Griz. The first
day, Griz got Wilma saddled up and was getting ready to join us but
Ms. Sophie wouldn't stay in the barn.  She wanted to go with Griz.  He
finally explained to her about the round up and she and the baby had to
stay in the barn.  We made camp way back on part of the ranch that was so
far away from anything you couldn't see a road, house, or vehicle for
miles.  We were awakened early the next morning by Ms. Sophie and her
imp-child, Gracie.

Gracie found her favorite target, Big Beryl, got on her knees, ran her
trunk all the way down his bed roll and pinched him right on the butt.  You
never saw a big man get out of a sleeping bag so fast in your life.  There
he was standing stark naked in front of the camp, cursing and laughing his
ass off at Gracie.  She got a crush on Master Beryl and loved being around
him. Whenever we served food out doors Gracie would alway be right behind
big Beryl picking choice bits of food off his plate for herself.  If Beryl
started to complain or get on her case she'd grab something and shove it in
Beryl's mouth.  He finally gave up and would just get two plates of food,
one for him and one for his girlfriend, Gracie.

Sometime Beryl would let out a whoop that could be heard all over the
ranch.  Gracie delighted in pinching him on the butt.  Once she found out
she could make him holler she'd chase poor Beryl all around the ranch.
Beryl would be running for dear life trying to get to a fence before Gracie
could catch up with him.  He'd have his cowboy hat in his hand in case she
got to close to swat her away.

"Goddamn it, Gracie!"  he'd yell at her, "I ain't a' gonna' let you pinch
my butt no more.  I was black and blue for a fuck'n month after my last
visit to this ranch and I'm just too damn old for your shenanigans.  Go
away, leave me be!  Go pester Griz.  I ain't gonna' let you eat off'n my
plate no more, ya' hear."  Beryl got almost as good as Griz at reading
them.  Gracie would promise to be good and the next thing we'd see is Beryl
walking back across the compound with Gracie holding on to his flannel
shirt.  He'd get her a treat of some kind, she'd graciously accept, and all
would be forgiven. She was a lady in love.  'Course Big Beryl had a couple
more names for her.

She tormented the holy hell out of Beryl.  He became the brunt of some of
her worst pranks but he'd laugh good naturedly.  He loved her but always
kept an eye out for her.  He never knew when she was going to come around a
corner and do something awful to him.  He told Gracie stories around the
campfires many nights that would have the family rolling on the ground in
agony from laughing so hard.  Those that didn't know about Gracie thought
he was bull shitting and making it all up.  Several of the men would come
to his defense and tell them he wasn't lying. They were there, they saw it
happen. Every word was true and furthermore we had videos to prove it.

Sophie tracked us all that way into the back country. Dan wasn't upset with
her but he was disappointed that Griz would have to take her and her baby
all the way back.  It didn't turn out that way.  Griz came to Dan and I and
told us Ms. Sophie wanted to know why the hell she couldn't help with the
round up?  Hell, those critters weren't near as smart as she was.  For some
reason it struck Dan funny. He started laughing and laughed so hard he had
everyone else laughing with him. Even Ms. Sophie trumpeted.

"A elephant buckaroo?"  he asked all of us and then shrugged his shoulders.
We all fell out laughing with him.  The idea was ludicrous.

"Would you call her a cow-lephant?" I asked.

"More like a bovinepachyderm?"  laughed my dad.

"Nope!  A cowgirl."  stated Big Beryl.  Needless to say the round up was a
little late getting started that morning.

The damnedest thing happened.  Mr. Sophie began riding with us and started
rounding up the strays better than us buckaroos.  There weren't nary a cow,
no matter how big their damn horns, that wanted to argue with Ms. Sophie.
If one came too near her or Gracie, she'd trumpet a sound that would make
them turn away instantly. Put the fear of God in a couple of cowboys,
too. We finished that round up in record time thanks to Ms. Sophie.  Gracie
was right behind her every step of the way.  Dan, once again, had his video
camera and we have videos of Ms. Sophie and Gracie working them damn cows
better'n any buckaroo.  We've shown it to hundreds of people, some of whom
claim it just couldn't happen.

Afterwards, Griz, Dan, me, Boots and Sonny would have to take pliers and
pull out the choya cactus hooks before they worked themselves deep.  It
wouldn't take us long.  The trouble was getting Gracie to stand still, or
leave us alone long enough to pull them out.  Ms. Sophie would come to our
rescue and issue her a warning in a low, barely audible, low frequency
sound.  Griz would laugh and thank Ms. Sophie.

"She just told Gracie if she didn't settle down and let us finish, she was
gonna' put her foot on her and hold her down."  We all laughed and told
Gracie she better listen to her momma.  We wouldn't want her holding us
down with her foot.  She settled right down.

Old Beryl, for all his guff, took measurments on Gracie and Ms. Sophie legs
and took them to an upholsterer buddy of his, Bernnie Hoffestler, whom he'd
fucked for years.  He made all of Beryl's leathers for him and was a
supreme leather craftsman.  Many of the family went to him as well,
including Red, Boots, Sonny and I.  Eventually, he had more business by
word of mouth than he could handle.  Beryl drew out an idea on paper and
Bernnie caught on to exactly what he wanted.  That is after he stopped
rolling on the floor from laughter after Beryl showed him a snap-shot of
his two girl friends that the leggings or chaps were for.  Beryl told him
they were for two rather large ladies.

Bernnie got to work and called Beryl after a couple of days to come get his
elephant chaps.  He made them out of a heavy duty canvas sail cloth that
the choya couldn't penetrate yet was flexible enough it wouldn't hinder nor
chafe the ladies.  They were like old WWI military leggings except they
were held on and adjustable with velcro.  Griz told Ms. Sophie and Gracie
what Big Beryl had made for them and they were pleased and grateful that
the big man went out of his way to help protect them against the cactus.

They worked great and at the end of the next roundup we found just a few of
the needles stuck in and around their feet but minimal to what we had to
remove before their 'pachyderm buckaroo chaps.'  It only endeared Beryl to
the two of them more.  They worshiped him and wanted to be near him the
whole time he was at the ranch.  It was sort of a mixed blessing for Beryl
but Gracie did let up on some of her awful pranks.  He was grateful for
that.  They memorized the sound of each bikers Harley and Griz would tell
us hours before someone was to arrive who was coming.  In Beryl's case
they'd both run out to the lot the bikers parked in and stand there for an
hour or more waiting for their friend.

For fun, sometimes we'd take a large piece of cardboard and using a magic
marker pen write welcome to the expected biker.  We'd nail it to the fence
so they would see it as they rode in.  The bikers couldn't figure out how
the hell we always knew they were coming.

As she grew up, Gracie developed her own personality. She'd never been
around people that abused her or tried to force her to do anything.  If she
wanted to help, we let her, if not we didn't get upset with her.  She was
always there wanting to help.  She would pester Griz to death about how
many more days to round up.  She and her Mother loved to work.  They'd
rather be with us helping than back in the barn standing around doing
nothing.  They were very social creatures and always wanted to be were the
family was and watch what was going on.

The first thing the kids who came to the ranch wanted to see was Ms. Sophie
and Gracie.  They would run pell mell towards them to pet them and say
hello.  The two ladies were always gracious and exceptionally gentle with
the kids.  Several quickly how to talk to Ms. Sophie and talk her into
putting them on Gracie's back for an elephant ride.  Gracie would ride
those kids all over the place with slow sure steps so's not to knock one
off.  Ms. Sophie would be right along beside her to catch one if they began
to slip.  Gracie fell in love with Sonny. We have videos of Sonny riding
her all over the ranch.  He wasn't watching what he was doing one time and
fell off.  Before he could hit the ground, Ms. Sophie had him in her trunk
and gently lowered him to safety.  She may have saved his life.

Ms. Sophie and Gracie helped with eight round ups.  By that time Gracie was
almost fully grown and between the two of them it took us no time to round
up the strays.  They earned their keep but they became too much for Griz to
take care of and his Friend told him to have Dan contact the wild animal
park that just opened outside of San Diego. Dan contacted the director of
the park.  They'd heard of Ms. Sophie and Gracie and wanted to come to
Tucson to see them.  They came to the ranch, were really taken with
Ms. Sophie and Gracie and contracted with Dan and Griz to transport them to
the park.

They were so impressed by the health of the animals and the care they'd
been given, they offered Griz a job on the spot.  They wanted him to be
their elephant keeper.  Griz was flattered but he'd never leave Dan and I.
By that time we wouldn't consider letting him go.  Losing Griz would be
like cutting Dan and my hearts out.  We love him that much.  Our family
adored Griz and the ranch just wouldn't be the same without Griz.  There
were too many people that loved and depended on Griz's love in our lives.
To say nothing of a passel of little folks that would form a posse and
lynch Dan and I.

We showed them videos of Ms. Sophie and Gracie rounding up the dogies
wearing their 'choya chaps' and they were dumbstruck.  They couldn't
believe what they were seeing.

"And you never trained them to do that?" one asked.

"No Sir.  First year, Gracie was only three or four months old, Ms. Sophie
tracked us way back on the ranch where we'd spent the night.  She was
pissed `cause we left her behind and asked Griz why the hell she couldn't
help with the round-up?  Said she and Gracie were a hell of a lot smarter
than them critters we were trying to gather up."

"Griz talks to her?"

"Yes Sir, he does."

"Remarkable."  The older one said. "I've heard of people that could
communicate with animals through telepathy.  Is it sort of like that,
Griz?"

"Yes, Sir, I can hear what she's thinking and she has a low frequency
speech you can't hear."

"Can you...?"

"Oh, yes, Sir, it carries for miles.  I can hear her in the barn talking to
Gracie, right now.  She just told her she hopes it ain't as hot today as it
was yesterday."  They fell out laughing.

"I have to believe you, Big Man."  The older one told Griz.  "When
Mr. Yates called us and agreed to let us come see them, I though we were
going to find two miserable, badly kept animals.  We're truly impressed
with the care you've given them.  They're healthier than our elephants and
certainly happy.  We'd be proud to have them."

Ms. Sophie loved Griz, Dan and I dearly and was happy on the ranch. Dan and
I made it a ritual every afternoon to walk out to the barn or pasture to
visit the girls.  We'd both be packing an apple or pear.  They'd see us
coming and no matter where they were they'd start a fast walk back to the
barn.  Believe me, when an elephant wants to move fast, they get that mass
in motion, they can haul ass.  In the round-ups we never saw a steer or
heifer out run Ms. Sophie or Gracie.

Dan and I loved those times with them in the afternoon.  We'd talk to them
and pet them.  Tell them how good they looked today.  They wouldn't let us
just come to the fence.  They wanted us in with them so they could pet and
fondle us as well.  We learned they are very social creatures and enjoyed
touching and feeling exchanges even with humans.

Neither one ever made a move purposely or accidentally to hurt anyone on
the ranch.  That included a lot of little kids, too.  They were always
extremely careful and thoughtful.  We hated to say goodbye to them.  Hell,
they were family.

Who suffered the worse?  Big Beryl.  He and Gracie had become a comedy
team.  We referred to them as 'George and Gracie.'  She learned the sound
of his Harley and could hear him coming miles before any of us even knew he
was on his way.  She'd run out to the front and stand swaying back and
forth waiting for her friend.  Usually he'd have someone with him who never
visited the ranch before.  The first time he brought his new slave Blaine
to the ranch he purposly didn't tell him about Ms. Sophie or Gracie.

They damn near scared the shit out of poor Blaine.  They pulled up out
front only to have an enormous elephant be all over Beryl and Blaine
looking for treats and running her trunk down the back of Blaine's leather
pants to tickle his butt.  If that wasn't bad enough here'd come Ms. Sophie
and almost scared poor Blaine to death.  All you could hear across the yard
was Blaine's screams, "Beryl,---Master,---help me, Master Beryl, for God
sake, help me!"  Beryl couldn't do anything he was so doubled over with
laughter.  Beryl would never warn any visitor he brought to the ranch or
say a word about having two elephants for best friends.  Several men got
the shock of their lives.

Finally Beryl would holler at both of them to come to him and tell him
'hello.'  They'd stop pestering the poor guest and come to Beryl and go
through their elaborate greeting ritual.  They expected to be petted and
made over like they were old friends and how good it was to see them again.

"How you been, Ms. Sophie.  Gracie, Honey, you're look'n great!  Tell me,
Girlfriend, you put on a little wieght?  On you it looks good, Darlin.'
Damn, it's good to see you ladies again.  Come on, let's go up to the house
and old Beryl will get you a treat.  Follow me, Ladies."  They would be all
over Beryl and the guest would run for his life to the house.  Then here'd
come Beryl with an elephant on either side of him up to the house.  He'd go
in and come back with a treat for them.  They were always happy to see
their friend, Beryl.

We think Ms. Sophie realized how much work it was for Griz and us to care
for them.  She reluctantly boarded the trailer but she insisted Griz go
along.  We all went, the whole damn family. There was over two hundred
motorcycles parked outside the entrance to the Wild Animal Park that
day. There was much weeping and touching goodbyes after we got them
settled.  The park was beautiful and Ms. Sophie and Gracie took to the
other elephants right away.  We knew they were going to be happy there.

When we returned home the next evening it was like we were coming home to a
deserted ranch.  Dan, Griz and I sat in the truck for thirty minutes.  We
couldn't get out.  Had we done the right thing?  Thank God, Griz saved the
day.

"Master Dan, Master Cowboy, I want to thank you for allowing Ms. Sophie and
Gracie to stay at the ranch as long as you did but it was time for them to
go.  They'll be a lot happier there and we did the right thing."  Dan and I
both hugged the big man between us and cried on his shoulder. We all ready
missed them.

* * * * * * * * * * *

We go back to the park about three or four times a year and Ms. Sophie and
Gracie go nuts every time we come to visit. They're not satisfied just to
see Gris, Dan and I over the rail.  They want us in the enclosure with them
so they can touch us.  The director gave the keeper permission to let us in
the enclosure when we come.  We walk in and Ms. Sophie and Gracie have a
hold of one of us at all times.  The keeper is amazed because even the
biggest males will come up and pay their respects.  They all know us
because Ms. Sophie and Gracie's told them all about us.

We get permission from the director to bring them favorite treats and we
have a good time seeing them again. The other female elephants will come
over and want treats like their sisters. We usually take three plastic milk
crates filled with seasonal fruits.  Griz talks to all of them and asks
about their health.  About two years ago we were there and one of the
larger females told Griz she had a terrible tooth ache and could he help
her. We told the keeper and he notified the men that came to the ranch for
Ms. Sophie and they went immediately to see.  She wouldn't let any of them
check her but Griz.  Griz had to get in the enclosure with her and calm her
while the vet checked her back molar.  Sure enough it was rotten and stank.

We had to stay over that night because they couldn't have their infirmary
open until the next morning and she insisted Griz be with her.  The zoo was
very hospitable and put us up for the night because we had to be up early
the next morning for Griz to help her into the infirmary.  The men didn't
even question him or us but welcomed us early the next morning.  Griz went
with her handler and she followed Griz back to the infirmary.  They gave
her a mild sedative and had her lay down while they removed the tooth.
Griz was by her side with his hand on her head the whole time.

She thanked Griz and apologized if she inconvenienced him but she was
afraid.  She knew they took care of them well but she'd never had a tooth
removed before.  She was frightened and it helped to have Griz there to
calm her.  Once during the removal she told him she was in pain and they
gave her more sedative.  Griz told them to go ahead and finish the pain had
subsided.  We were there, too.  Beryl and Blaine went with us.  We had to
walk out of the room into the fresh air because that damn tooth stank like
you wouldn't believe.  It was rotten.

It took a while because the vet would work a while, gag, go throw up, take
a break and go back to it.  You don't just yank an elephant's tooth.  The
vet had a hammer and chisels and had to chip the damn thing it out a piece
at a time.  It was a long slow process but it had to be done or she might
have died from infection.  Griz never moved from her side.  I got him a
mask to wear but he wouldn't put it on.  I have to give it to the big man,
none of us could've done what he did.  The staff speak his name with
reverence.

We're on call from four zoos.  When they can't get an animal to cooperate
as a final resort they'll sent for Griz.  He's never failed to calm any
animal and get it to do what they want.  He amazed everyone one day when he
walked right up to a South African white Rhino and put his hand on her.
She was throwing up and wouldn't eat.  She fell in love with Griz right
away and followed him everywhere.  She told him she didn't know what the
fuss was all about.  She was pregnant.  This would be her third calf and
she always got sick the first month. The zoo men laughed.  Sure enough it
was her third calf and when they checked her, she was pregnant.

We have videos of him jumping down into a den of lions and bringing out one
of the fiercest male lions.  It had a degenerative leg condition in it's
hind legs and was in great pain. The handlers were going to dart the big
cat to tranquilize it.  Griz told them no, let him go in and talk to it.
They didn't want him to but we assured them he'd be all right.  His Friend
was right by his side.  We didn't tell them that but we knew.  All the
other cats moved away from him as he slowly walked over to the big cat.  He
knelt by it's side and put his hand on the big cats side.

It reached over and licked his hand.  Then to everyone's amazement the big
cat went limp.  Griz picked up the huge cat and slowly walked to the gate
of the enclosure.  The big cat acted like it was out but we knew it wasn't.
Griz told it to move as little as possible and he would help it.  He sat in
the back of Dan's pickup with the big cat in his lap.  The director of the
zoo got in the front with Dan and I and we slowly drove to the infirmary.

"Never seen anything like that in my life." the zoo director commented
softly as if he were in awe.  My Master looked at him and smiled.

"That's nothing.  We could tell you stories you wouldn't believe.  Then
after we show you the videos, you still won't believe. We have a mountain
lion that brings her cubs every spring to visit Griz 'cause he nursed her
back to health one year."  Dan chuckled to himself.

"Amazing.  I'd believe anything now.  If that man told me he could teach an
elephant to fly, I'd ask him how long a runway he was gonna' need?"  We all
laughed.

The big cat talked to Griz on the way to the infirmary.  It told him
anything, even death, would be better than the pain.  They operated and
implanted two new polystyrene joints.  The operation was a total success.
It healed properly and `Leo,' as the staff named him, got better and was
able to get around pretty well.

The Doctors called and ask if we wanted to come see him released back into
the pen. They later admitted they wanted Griz to ask the big lion if it
still had any pain.  Griz did inquire and assured them the big cat was pain
free and he thanked them very much.  He though they brought him there to
die.  He knew his friend Griz explained that they were going to help him
but he didn't see how.  They were going to put him in a cage and haul him
out to the enclosure.  Griz wouldn't hear of it. The people at the zoo
shook their heads like Griz was crazy but they let him have his way. He
proved over and over again what he could do with animals.

Griz took the old lion by his mane, and he slowly followed Griz like a well
trained dog.  Griz asked Dan to back the pickup to the loading dock.  We
did and the director of the zoo sat up front with Dan and I.  Griz got in
the back, held Leo around his neck, petted him and away we went.  We got
there and the handlers were ready to open the gate.  The old lion came to
the edge of the tale gate and hesitated.  Griz told him he'd help him.
That big man slowly grabbed the huge lion and gently set it's four paws on
the ground.  It looked up at Griz, licked him right in the face, and walked
along without a limp by Griz's side into the enclosure. It turned once and
looked Griz right in the eye, turned and walked away.  We didn't have to
ask.  My heart skipped more than one beat that day.  He's amazed many
people and us as well.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Little Sister got married and we all went to her wedding.  Her first born
was a boy she named Rowley William Birdsong for the two men, next to her
husband, she loved most in her life. He's a handful. He was called
Rowley-Bill from birth.  He was a cowboy from his first breath. His Uncle
Billy taught him to rope and ride by the age of five. He's growing up to be
a carbon copy of his Uncle Rowley right down to way he swaggers when he
walks in his boots. His last name may be Birdsong but he's a Twissleman,
through and through.  He's the apple of Mr. and Mrs. Twissleman's eyes.

By the time he was in junior high school he won every junior championship
rodeo in the area. He had Betty Bob's sense of wonder and the gentle, kind,
loving spirit of his namesake, Uncle Rowley.  He and his brother and two
sisters have spent several summers with us while Mr. and Mrs. Birdsong
traveled Europe as the guest of the Sultan of Bahrain, and we have a ball
with them.

A couple of summers their grandparents Mr. and Mrs. Twissleman have come to
the ranch and been our guest for a week at a time.  Dan and I really love
the Twissleman's.  Their older boy Tollar left home, bought a Harley, and
they haven't seen him but once or twice since then.  They were worried
about him.  What had they done to have him reject them so?  The still loved
him and never knew of any bad feelings between them.  Tollar was like so
many young men.  He didn't want to cause his family pain yet he couldn't go
home and feel he had to live a lie.  So he did like thousands of good men
before him,--nothing.

The year after they confided in Dan and I some members of an associate
family dropped by the ranch for R & R. Who should be riding with them as
road captain with his handsome slave but Tollar Twissleman.  He took one
look at me and was in my arms in a flash.  He didn't know I'd come to live
with Dan Yates.  We see more of him than the Twisslemans do.  The old man
begged me to let him know when I hear from him and how he's doing. With my
Master's approval I do.  Tollar never told us not to and we're not sure he
knows I'm still in touch with his family.

Mr. Twissleman got Dan and I aside one day and asked me to tell his son to
come visit and for God's sake bring his biker family and his slave with
them. They know and understand.  They're all welcome.  Just don't cut them
out of his life, they haven't cut him out of theirs.  They still love him
very much.  Dan and I sat Toller down and told him what his dad said.  He
cried in our arms and thanked us.  He told his family he and his slave were
going home they would catch up with them later.  Dan and I got the
loveliest letter from Mr. and Mrs. Twissleman.  They were so thrilled that
they had their son back and now they had another fine son to love as well.
They added that they would always think of Dan, Griz, Boots, Sonny and I as
their sons as well.  The door is always open. Don't bother to call, come.

Griz was wonderful with kids. They would climb all over him.  We never had
to worry when Griz was in cub patrol mode. We'd sometime lose track of one
or more of them but we didn't worry `cause yonder'd come griz with one
under each big arm carrying `em like sacks of flour, them giggling and
yelling at him the whole time. Nothing would happen to those kids. Griz got
letters from those kids for years.  Still does. They send us pictures of
their kids and bring them to the ranch to crawl all over Griz.

Griz loves the little folk, as he calls them. I've never seen such a big
man be so gentle with kids in my life.  He forever has two or three
climbing over him at any given time.  He communicates with them because no
one ever told the little child inside Griz to grow up.  I thank God every
day no one ever did.

Griz realizes that he and I are Dan's slaves; however, he's also my slave.
That's the way his last Master insisted it be.  As time went on I never
thought much about it until Dan sat me down and talked to me.  He was going
to talk to Griz as well then talk to the two of us together.  He decided
that Griz should start showing me proper respect as his Master.  Dan
explained to me if something should happen to him it would become a more
natural transition for Griz and I if I should have assume complete
responsibility for him.

Our clan family adopted Griz and inducted him into the family with a formal
slave induction ceremony.  I think it was at that time Griz gave up the
idea of becoming a Master.  He knows he's better off being a slave and
particularly, me and Dan's slave. He loves us so much he'd never consider
being anything but our slave.  Griz had no problem with Dan's decision and
occasionally in front of Dan or our family, Griz will pay homage to me.  (I
think he does it sometimes to get a hug and a kiss, but what the hell, it
works for me.)

If Dan should be called home before me, I'll be Griz's Master until one of
us passes. I would never consent to being another man's Master but
Griz's. Our clan family laughs and jokes with us.  Big Beryl and Blaine
tell me they always knew under my willingness to serve beat the heart of a
true Master. Maybe so, I don't know. All I know is, if I have to, I'll do
my damnedest to protect our magnificent beast, the Old Mans's friend, from
the hurts of the world with my dying breath.  Not because the Old Man wants
me to but because of my love for the giant man.

To accept the responsibility for a man like Griz, to be his Master is, in
essence, to be his slave.  Griz has always walked a step behind me, catered
to me like a proper slave should to his Master, paid homage to my boots,
and has never embarrassed me by refusing an order.  `Course, I don't have
to order him to do too much.  He reads my mind most of the time. Then, too,
I never try to humiliate Griz as a slave. I would never ask him to do
something I might find uncomfortable if I were in his position.

The lines between Master and slave haven't blurred over the years. I won't
let them.  Griz needs control. He always has and he probably always will.
Dan and I have talked and think that's why the Old Man wanted us to take
care of him, to control him and keep him from harms way.  When Red told him
about leaving Griz to us, Dan didn't think twice about accepting Griz as
part of our family.  Neither of us has had a moments regret over my
Master's decision.

Dan and I are Griz's undisputed owners and he never fails to introduce me
as his Master as well as Dan. I always introduce him as my slave and
magnificent beast.  Griz's consolation?  He knows he can become Master to
his cowboy in his den; however, he's never failed to resume his slave role
when we've finished our play and I snapped my fingers.  He's on my boots in
a second.  I asked Griz one time if he felt bad that he'd spent his life as
a slave and probably would die a slave to someone.  He mused for a minute
and replied,

"God gave me what I wanted out of life, Master Billy, I don't need no
more."

"What's that, Griz?"

"You, Master Billy. Remember?  I never stopped believing in my dream, I had
faith, I asked God and he gave me to you and Master Dan.  You were right,
Master Billy, I asked him and he did."  I had forgotten what I said to Griz
all those years ago and never remembered until he reminded me. He was
right, God had given him to us.

His Friend still walks along side the big man and talks to him. In the late
afternoon Griz lights up the pasture when his Friend comes to walk with
him.  Dan, Boots, my dad, Ben Jr., Mrs. Russell, Sonny and I will stand and
watch in awe. Many times in the past, behind him would be two large
elephants, fifteen to twenty wild ponies following less than three feet
behind him.  Ms. Sophie would put her trunk over and into the light.  It
would surround the tip of her snoot, tickle her, she'd pull back, look at
the light on the end of her trunk, then like a graceful ballet dancer she
would lower her trunk and bring it back up with the gentlest of motions to
set the light free over Griz's head only to have it settle back into the
whole from which it came.  Then she'd take another small bit on her trunk
but this one she'd set free over her back and it would illuminate the
ponies and settle on them to cause them to glow softly.  Not one of the
ponies spooked when she did it.  They were following their friend that
talks to them, and knew them all by name.  Griz loved them all.  So did the
light that surrounded the big man. They were listening in on a conversation
that we can only imagine.  There wouldn't be a dry eye among the observers.

Dan and I live well and we have no great needs financially.  We aren't
consumers.  We live simply.  We don't have a T.V. in the bedroom.  We have
a large one in the living room we can watch videos on.  Griz never seemed
to want a T.V.  The few times we watch he seems to enjoy it.  T.V. becomes
a low priority when you run a large ranch.  There's always something to do.
We spent our evenings talking with each other.  We'd welcome Griz from his
evening walk.  He never talks about his walks.  Once in a great while he'd
have a message for one of us.  Sometimes they're even funny.

For some reason the ranch kept getting more and more profitable.  At the
end of each year Dan would get this strange look on his face and tell Griz
and I,

"Gentlemen, we doubled last years profits and have been operating at a
higher profit level since you both came to live here." He further narrowed
it down to the year that Ms. Sophie came to us as the first year of truly
major record profits from the ranch.  Was there a connection?  I wasn't
about to ask.  I didn't want to know.  Dan laughed at me and admitted he
didn't either.

We work our ass's off on the ranch but we love it and it's brought us all
closer together.  It was paying off for Dan and the more financially stable
he became, aside from mine and Griz's money, there developed in him a new
assuredness and self-worth.  It translated directly into his strength of
purpose to be a fine Master.  Something clicked in his head and he
blossomed into a Master that was damn near the jack-boot disciplinarian
Griz and I dreamed about.  Here we were, coming upon our tenth year
together and he awakened within his two slaves a dormant treasure of sexual
experiences.

Boots traded Sonny for me one night.  We hadn't done that in a long time.
The next morning Sonny had to sit on a pillow at breakfast his ass was so
sore from Dan's whip and hard fucking.  Boots giggled, shook Dan's hand,
and complemented him.  Sonny got me off by ourselves in the barn later that
day.

"What in the hell happened to your Master?  Last time I went with him
several months ago, he was good sex and I enjoyed it, but NOW, that man
just may surpass our other Master.  You know us Cowboy, a night like that
man gave me last night makes you hungry for more.  He's become a Master to
reckon with.  How is it Cowboy you end up with the best Masters.  Don't
take me wrong, my old man is the only Master for me but a good slave that
can appreciate a fine Master has bragging rights after a night like that."

"I know.  Griz and I are thrilled.  We couldn't be happier.  Dan has always
been wonderful sex. He gave me an `attitude' adjustment the other night
that left a silly smile on my face for damn near a week.  That's why I ate
standing at the bar for two days. He felt so bad about it and told me he
was sorry.  I just told him if he was truly sorry, he'd do it again in a
week or two.  Like you said Brother, it hurts s'damn good.  Every time I'd
think about Dan securing me for his `attitude ` adjustment I get a boner
and almost come in my pants.

He's even insisting that Griz and I have several bottles of `his beer' a
week.  Griz loves it better'n you and I.  If I don't watch him like a hawk
he'll finish mine, too." For the last few years there's been a pattern Griz
and I noticed.  Dan would stay at the same level of intensity for his
slaves for a year or more then throw Griz, Sonny, and I for a loop by
gearing up two more levels.  Come to find out he and Boots would get their
heads together and brainstorm new ideas.  Boots was increasing in intensity
with his slave, too. He'd sometimes keep Sonny in total bondage for two
sometimes three days at a time.  Sonny loved it.

In our tenth year together my Uncle Joe passed away unexpectedly.  He'd
been in robust health but had complained of reoccurring headaches that
would sometime last for a day or two.  He'd take aspirin and go to bed.
They seemed to pass.  One night he felt so bad he went to bed early.  Dad
wasn't worried because Uncle Joe had taken aspirin before and they seemed
to help.  He'd take them at night and the next morning his headache would
be gone.  Dad didn't join him for an hour or so but when he got into bed
next to Uncle Joe, his mate, his slave, his cousin, didn't respond.  All
those years he would roll over into my dad's big arms to let dad hold him
and pet him for a while.  He had a massive stroke and was gone.  My cowboys
had come to take him home.

Dad and Uncle Joe retired and sold the garage the year they decided to ride
the rodeo circuit.  They were the oldest competitors on the circuit that
year but they won everything.  They kept busy going to local rodeos and
teaching kids in the community to rodeo.  Ben, Tim and Dr. Keshan made all
the big city rodeos we competed in and rooted for the old guys.  Dad and
Uncle Joe were thrilled they got such encouragement.

Dad was lost without Uncle Joe.  Lester passed away several years earlier
and that was a big blow to him. Lester's passing was a big blow to all of
us, but Uncle Joe's passing damn near killed my dad.  Everyone rallied to
be there for him and not let him be alone. Junior Romer moved in with his
granddad to be with him and not let him grieve himself to death. He sold
Joe's house and wanted to keep his and still live in Mason. Dan tried to
talk him into coming to live with us but he wanted to stay in Mason.
Walker and Xander begged him to come to Glen Rose and stay with them.

Ben came home for Lester's and Uncle Joe's funeral and kept in touch with
Dad.  Ben had become Sultan of Bahrain after his father passed away and it
limited his trips to the U.S.  He still managed to get to the U.S.  four to
six times a year for extended periods.  My dad was probably the only man in
the world that had a son become a royal head of state in his country that
would pick up the phone, call, and say,

"Hey, Dad, how are you?  This is Ben." He called him two or three times a
week. Ben flew Dad all over the world to meet him and Tim to go
someplace. Ben flew him to Vegas and Reno many times.

Dan and I got dad to come stay with us quite a bit and he loved the ranch.
He loved Griz and came to look upon the big man like we all did.  Dad would
sit and talk to Griz by the hour.  Griz thought my dad was a special person
and delighted in being in my dad's company.  After all it was by my dad's
permission Gris carried the last name of Gunn.  Griz actually thought of
dad as his dad.  Dad loved it when anyone called him 'dad.'

They spent a lot of time together. Griz became the greatest single factor
in my dad's recovery from the loss of Uncle Joe. Griz would ask his Friend
to relay messages.  His Friend told him he had to stop that.  Big Gunn
would never heal if he kept his mate alive.  He told Griz to tell my dad
that Uncle Joe love him but wanted him to go on with his life.  It was
important.  He would soon have someone else to live for.

With both his Master's permission, Griz offered himself to my dad but dad
couldn't do it.  Dan got dad off by himself and wanted to give me to him
for an evening.  He couldn't do it.  He had no interest in sex for almost
two years after Joe died.  He said he wasn't trying to be faithful to Joe,
he simply had no interest.

Ben Stafford and Ben Jr. flew to Tucson regularly to rodeo with us at the
ranch.  We either took the motor coach or flew up a couple of times a year
to visit them. Big Ben and his kid rode the rodeo circuit a couple of years
after Mrs. Stafford passed and we all became close friends.  Big Ben
thought my dad was one of the best men he'd ever met.  He knew dad was
having a hard time letting go of Uncle Joe and going on with his life.  Big
Ben talked to my dad one afternoon sitting on the corral fence watching
some of the kids rodeo.

"Gunn, I know you've been having a tough time letting go of Joe.  I don't
mean to offend or intrude but would you consider an offer?"  Big Ben asked.

"What'd ju' have in mind, Cowboy?"

"Let me send my slave boy to you tonight to serve you.  I've seen you watch
Ben Jr. and he's quite sure you're capable of walking on water; told me so.
He pisses his pants every time you come around.  Heaven forbid you should
put your arm around him.  He's come in his pants twice when you've had your
arm around him.

I'll be honest with you, Gunn, I've only shared my slave with a couple
other Masters but I'd be proud to send him to you for an evening. I've
trained him to be a right good slave.  I think he'd please you.  I knew
better'n to ask but I asked him the other day if he found you attractive.
Ben Jr. rarely expresses interest in another man.  He turned to me and told
me if I was thinking about sharing him with you he would consider it a
great honor; said he found you one of the hottest cowboys he's ever met. He
told me he'd do anything he could to please you."

"Gee, Ben, that's awfully nice of you but I don't know.  I haven't been
interested in sex with anyone nigh on two years. It's not because Joe's
gone; although, I miss him with all my heart.  The old saying about not
realizing what you've got `til it's gone is partially true for me.  I woke
up one morning after being sober for about six months, rolled over in bed,
took Joe in my arms and realized what a treasure I had in my cousin all
these years.  He was so devoted to me for as long as I could remember, was
always there doing for me, I sort of took him for granted.

I immediately had our family draw up a contract and in a small ceremony
made Joe my slave.  He'd been begging me for years to make him my slave.  I
never realized how important it might be to him. Changed my life and I know
it did Joe's.  I started treating him with the love, respect and
consideration a Master should a good and faithful slave.  Our new sobriety
allowed me more time and patience to demand more discipline from Joe.

I worked hard at it after Bud died and Joe couldn't have been happier being
my slave.  The more control I demanded the more he performed and loved me.
I'd was such a fool all those years.  I should've done it earlier.  They
were the best years of our lives.  We never would've won the finals if I
hadn't accepted Joe as my slave.  He became more focused, faster and more
accurate.  He wanted to please his Master, and he did.  How many old farts
our age win the finals?

Nevertheless, I never understood until Joe was gone just how much my
happiness and comfort depended on him.  I never realized how much I loved
him.  I don't know why I haven't been interested in sex, but if it's
subconscious then I'd like to start healing.  Joe would want that for me.
Maybe what I need is to lay next to a good looking slave like your son for
a evening.  If I couldn't do anything do you think it would hurt his
feelings?"

"Oh, hell, no, Gunn!  He understands what you're going through and would
love to serve you for an evening no matter what happens. Shit, my boy's so
taken with you he told me he could die happy to sleep in your arms for one
night."

"Well, if you're sure you don't mind, Ben.  I'll have to admit I find your
boy one of the easiest buckaroos to look at I've seen in a long time.
Often wondered what splitting that sweet ass of his would feel like.  I've
admired the two of you for some time now."

"He'll be at your door cleaned and ready for use at eight o'clock, Gunn!"

"Thanks Ben, I really appreciate it."

"Hell, Gunn, you'd do the same for me.  When Dan and Billy come to Calgary,
Dan and I swap off and I dearly love that kid of yours. He's grown up to be
a carbon copy of Bud.  You done a good thing by having that kid, Gunn.
Cowboy turned out to be probably the greatest thing that could've happen to
you.  Billy loved his Uncle Bud but I have to tell you, Gunn, he worships
you. He's all the time saying,

"Don't make `em no better'n my dad, Mr. Stafford."

"God gave me a good'n when he gave me Cowboy. If'n it hadn't been for him,
his brother Ben, Dan Yates, Junior and most of all Griz, I don't think I
would've made it after Joe died.  Dan offered Cowboy to me several times
since Joe died, and--well, while I appreciated it, I couldn't do it.  Don't
know why.  I love my boy. He's come to my bed many times, but I just can't.
I know it disappointed Cowboy `cause he and I had us some good rodeos.  I
have to be honest, his little butt fucks almost the same as Bud's and that
drives me nuts."

"Damn!  Don't I know it.  I do that boy an injustice because while I'm
aware it's him I'm fucking, sometimes it feels so good, gettin' me some
good stuff way up there, my mind drifts and the next thing I know I'm
fucking Bud.  I'm ashamed to admit it but I let my mind go with it and I'm
back years ago gettin' me a piece of that cowboy's ass I loved so much.
Your boy ain't no dummy neither.  He knows.  Never says a thing but smiles
at me like he understands and it's all right with him.  If you want to know
the truth, I think he loves giving that to me.  He did hit me with a zinger
one evening that made me fall out laughing.  He asked me if I was aware
that I fuck Bud differently than I fuck him?"  Both men roared with
laughter.

"Not too damn much gets by that kid, I guarantee you, Ben.  Tell Ben Jr.,
if nothing else I'd appreciate making a little love to him and holding him
in my arms all night.  Have ta' admit Ben, you gotta' a winner there.  You
did the right thing making him your slave.  That kid never would've been
happy being anything else.  He'll treasure these years with you as his
Master the rest of his life.  We finally convinced Boots to claim Sonny for
his slave.  Red paid for Sonny's slave training before the four of them
left on their trip.  He loved Boots and Sonny as much as I do.  Cowboy told
me it was like Red had two slaves and a Master to train.

According to my boy, Red was in his element.  He fell in love with Sonny
and Boots.  Red and Cowboy's bond was so strong Cowboy had no problem with
sharing his Master with Sonny and Boots.  Of course when Red was putting
Sonny through his paces, Cowboy was getting the B'jesus fucked out of him
by Boots.  Told me Boots fucked him exactly the same way I do."  Ben and my
dad were all over each other laughing.

Ben Jr. did go to my dad.  It was kept private between Ben Jr.'s Master and
my dad.  Ben Jr. never said a word to me, Griz or Sonny. Ben Jr. and I
became close friends.  Seems Ben Jr. jump started my old man's heart and
renewed his interest in life. The next trip Dan, Griz and I made to
Calgary, dad asked if he could tag along.  We didn't think anything of it
and were glad he wanted to join us.  Ben, Tim, Dr. Keshan and a lot of our
family met us there and we had a wonderful time. The next time Big Ben and
his slave came to Tucson they called dad in advance and he was at our ranch
when they arrived.

Dan and I noticed he and Ben Jr. were getting close and the three of them
would be missing for hours at a time. The two, older, fine looking cowboys
would order Ben Stafford's slave between them and Ben Jr. would get both
holes plugged at the same time. Ben Jr. was certain he had died and gone to
heaven.  No one said anything.  They always reappeared with the most
self-satisfied, relaxed smiles on their faces.  Of course Ben Jr. would try
to appear as stone faced as possible, but I knew him too well.

"I've rarely been jealous of anyone, Ben," I told him laughing, "but I have
to say, the thought of you being used by those two old cowboys makes my
face turn green."  he'd just smile real big.  One time he did say
something.  Said it was the closest he could imagine heaven might be like.

"I love my Master, Cowboy, and there's none other for me; however, dad and
I've talked about it and we've both fallen in love with your dad.  He's one
hell of a man."

Three years later, Ben Stafford had a massive stroke and was in the
hospital for several months.  My dad was by Ben Jr.'s side and by Big Ben's
bed as fast as he could get a plane out.  Ben kept getting worse until
finally he realized he wasn't goiing to make it.  My dad never left his or
Ben Jr.'s side during the couple of months Big Ben was in the hospital.
Dad simply took over helping Ben Jr. run the ranch and the rest of the time
they were by Big Ben's side at the hospital.  Ben Stafford told his son to
go to the cafeteria, get himself something to eat, and wait for Gunn to
come get him.  His slave didn't hesitate, excused himself and left the
room.

"Gunn, we both know I've had it.  Just to damn old.  I want you to consider
something.  Now, I ain't gonna' hold you to it or nothing.  I don't believe
in death bed promises.  That ain't the way you treat a friend you love and
loves you.  I wanted to talk to you alone, old friend, `cause,
well,...Gunn, my boy loves you.  I don't know what he would've done without
you here these last few months.  You gotta' know I love and appreciate you
for it, too, but then, I've come to expect that from you.  You've been a
good friend.

Gunn, I'd appreciate it if'n you'd consider taking my boy for your slave.
I've grown to love and admire you. I've seen how you care for and treat
him.  I know you love him, too. I've seen you control him with the
slightest glance. I've seen you demand discipline and respect from him and
he needs that.  I've spoiled him but tried to teach him the fundamentals of
being a slave to a good Master.  I know you'd give him the control he needs
to live a happy life as your slave.  I couldn't imagine another man I'd
rather leave him to than you.

I've left the ranch to him but he can't run it by himself.  My other kids
ain't the least interested in the ranch but they are interested in the
money it represents.  But, like the little red hen that baked her bread and
ate it, too, all those years, I loaded down Ben Jr. with all the chores
around the ranch, they never so much as asked if they could help him.  The
other boy could've helped and taken some of the load off of him.  I made
sure Ben Jr. did all the chores while they played or goofed off.  I knew
one day I could look at them and say,

"I'm sorry kids, the ranch is Ben Jr.'s he's earned it.  You kids never
lifted a hand to help him or me."

I don't care where you two decide to live.  Move to Calgary or help him
sell the ranch and go live with you.  The ranch isn't that important to me,
my boy's happiness is.  Sell the damn thing if'n you two decide that's what
you want.  Maybe buy a small place near Dan and your boy.  Like I say, I
ain't asking a death bed promise from you `cause I don't want you to do
something you might be uncomfortable with."

"Well, Ben,...you're right, I do love Ben Jr.  I was gonna' talk to you in
the near future and lay my cards on the table.  I would never try to come
between you.  I love you both too much for that but I realized I was
falling in love with him.  Sometimes, if you're honest and up front with a
friend, problems that seem big can be made manageable.  I thought maybe I
was seeing too much of you and Ben Jr., but you've both been so generous
with me. I enjoy being around the two of you, and it's hard saying no
sometime.  I was gonna' butt out for a while and leave you guys to
yourselves."

"Oh, hell, Gunn, we couldn't see you enough.  We were gonna' talk to you
about moving up here and living with us.  We love you that much.  I have to
be honest with you, too, Gunn.  I've rarely shared anything that turned me
on more than watching you plow my boy's butt. I see the look on that kid's
face when you're using him, and my kid's a happy slave.  I know if you took
him for your slave he'd be satisfied."

"You know, Ben, I never thought I would love again.  Especially as much as
I loved Joe all those years, but thanks to you, I have.  I don't love your
boy the same way I did Joe `cause they're different people, but I love Ben
Jr. just as much.  I have to admit, old man, most of the wonderful things
about him I love are the same one's I love about you.  He's so much like
you, Ben, and I agree with you, you've trained him well.

Cowboy once told me he picked old Booger out of six or seven good looking
Masters at the Johnson Ranch in Glen Rose because old Red, "Just felt
right!"  That's what I feel when I hold your boy, Ben.  He just feels right
in my arms.  I was beginning to have guilt feelings when I found myself
falling in love with Ben Jr.  I felt like I was betraying my love for Joe.
That's not what Joe would've wanted for me.  He came to me in a dream
recently and told me I had his blessing to love again.  He was my devoted
slave for over thirty-five years.  At's a long time to share a bed with a
man, Ben.

To put your heart at rest, old friend, I would be honored and proud to
accept your boy as my slave.  He's a loving and giving young man.  I talked
with him about what he was gonna' do if the worst happened and he was
honest with me.  Scared me a little but he asked if I would consider taking
him for my slave. At first I dismissed the idea, but the more I thought
about it, the more comfortable I became. Did you have a contract between
you?"

"No, it all fell into place, especially after my wife died, and I didn't
see any need for it.  I realize now I may have been wrong.

"Talk to him Ben...I only have one condition, and....I won't take him for
my slave if he has a problems with it.  I'm not trying to be hard nose or
mean it's for his happiness and mine I require total trust from a slave. If
he has questions I'll be happy to explain my reasons, the pros and possible
cons of such an action.  I expect him to sign a contract without clauses or
conditions.  He must be willing to sign it as is, there won't be any
negotiation.  It will be gone over with him with a third party of his
choosing."

"He'll do what I tell him...but, you know what?  I think I want that to be
his decision.  It's gonna' be a little different for him to be actually
owned by another man.  Of course he knows I own him but I also have a
previous claim to him as his dad.  Make's a difference; however, I doubt
he'll have a problem with it.  I know how badly he wants to become your
slave.  I'll talk to him.

"What would you think if I were to consider slave training for him with Jeb
and Big Jim?"

"Best thing you could do, Gunn,--for him and for you,--but do it
immediately after I'm gone so's you won't get too attached and not want to
let him go.  It'll clear the slate for both of you and won't let him sit
around wasting his life grieving for me.  Jeb and Jim will help him with
that. I know you'll help him.  I know you'll let him lean on you.

I know you'll allow him a time for healthy grieving then demand he start
living to serve you. Slave training sounds perfect. I say do it. It'll give
him something to work for and look forward to becoming your slave.  He has
to make an investment by going through training and it will tell you he's
serious about becoming your slave. Having him recognized by your family is
a great idea.""

"I don't know how many years I have left either, Ben, but to protect him,
when he finishes slave training he'll be recognized first as a slave to our
family.  Then my slave after contracts and oaths. Then, if something should
happen to me his ownership would fall to the family and they would sell him
to another good Master. Once he's trained by Jeb and Jim he can never be
anything else but a man's slave. It will also give me the right to leave
him to some other Master within our family, like Red left Cowboy to Dan
Yates.  I might find a good Master I might want to leave him to."

"I never thought of that but it makes damn good sense to me, Gunn.  Ben
Jr.'s become dependant on me as his Master.  He desperately wanted to
become my slave.  He begged and pleaded with me to train him to be a good
slave.  I didn't want to at first but I remembered talking to Bud about
training Cowboy and it never seemed to do him any harm.  He's one of the
finest slaves and young men I've ever met; love your kid, Gunn.

I worked Ben Jr. pretty hard to get him to start thinking like a slave and
to serve me like I expected.  I don't know if he could adjust to being on
his own with out a good man to serve.  I know he won't be happy unless he
knows he's owned by a Master. He's been trained to never question a
decision I made as his Master.  He never has.

I've talked to him a few times about becoming your slave and he understands
that as his Master you will make all the decisions for your lives.  I told
him at most you might feel him out to see if he has an opinion about
something but the final decision will be yours.  He accepts that.  Like I
say if you're uncomfortable living up here and want to move closer to your
family.  Dump the ranch and take him with you.  It will be your
decision. He understands if he becomes your slave he will have absolutely
no say in the matter.  I'm grateful, Gunn.  I'll rest easy knowing he has
you, Dan, Cowboy, Griz and the family to look after him, and thanks, thanks
for everything, especially being a friend to us.  I love you, Gunn."

"Oh, God! I love you too, Ben. Thank you for leaving me your greatest
treasure. Your boy is worth more than all the gold in the world.  You
gotta' admit, Ben, out of the four, he was your greatest achievement as a
father.  I know you're proud of him and you damn well have reason to be.
He's a fine young man.  If he wants me to be his Master, I'll do my
damnedest to see he's a happy, well trained and contented slave."

Once Big Ben Stafford, one of the major loves of my life, was satisfied his
beloved slave, his son, would be taken care of and have a good Master to
own him, he slowly slipped away.  He passed away shortly after the first of
the year.  My dad was by Ben Jr.'s side the whole time. The family gathered
to support Ben Jr.  His brother and sisters were miffed that his dad left
him the ranch.  They didn't say a word though.  They knew.

It made up for all the times when Ben Jr. was growing up he didn't get the
love from his dad they did. Big Ben bought off the younger kids with
sizable cash inheritances with a clause in his will if any one or all of
them contested his will or tried go against his wishes their inheritance
would be reduced to one dollar.  The rest of the money would go into a
trust fund for the ranch.  He was clever because he had an attorney set up
a living trust in Ben Jr.'s name listing the ranch, all equipment and
livestock. Upon Ben's death it automatically became Ben Jr.'s, tax free.

Dad closed up his house, moved to Calgary to be with Ben Jr. and help him
run the ranch.  Dad made immediate arrangements with Master Jeb and Master
Jim for training for Ben Jr.  Dan had Griz and I drive the motor coach to
Calgary to help dad run the ranch for the three months Ben Jr. would be in
training.  Boots and Sonny wanted to help our dad so they tagged along with
us in the coach.  Dad wanted to be able to go visit Ben Jr. after his first
month of training and leave us in charge.  Those times I sent our Master a
plane ticket to fly up to be with us.

Ben Jr. was a changed man when he returned from slave training.  It was
remarkable.  He was mature, serene, calm, more friendly, more outgoing, and
purposeful.  His only need in life was to serve my dad as his Master.  He
told me that training was the most remarkable, wonderful experience of his
life.  He made me seriously think about asking my Master to consider
sending me.  Many times I wish Red had sent me at the first of our
relationship.

My Dad found a new reason to live and love again.  There couldn't have been
a more perfect slave for my dad than Ben Jr.  He waits on my old man hand
and foot and gives dad comfort in the night. After a year of running that
huge ranch, Dad decided he didn't want to work that hard anymore or be that
far from us and the family.  A ranch isn't a nine to five job.  It's an
eighteen hour a day job and still you don't get everything done.  Dad told
me, he had a wonderful slave he loves and loves him and he can't enjoy him.
By the time they hit the sack, he and Ben Jr. were so tired they'd fall
asleep immediately.

As his Master, Dad made the decision to sell the ranch in Calgary and
bought a smaller ranch near Dan's.  Dad never asked Ben Jr.'s opinion when
he put the ranch on the market. It sold at a good price within days of
being on the market.  Ben Jr. never questioned my dad's decision. He was so
in love with my dad and contented being his slave that he could care less
about where they lived as long as his Master has need of him.

Ben Jr. became my dad's faithful slave and loves my old man so much he
would never consider questioning him even today.  My dad demands his best
from Ben Jr. and makes it quite clear will accept nothing less.  Ben Jr. is
a happy slave. He even got my old man roping again.  Funny thing, Big Ben
and Ben Jr. would win every now and then.  My old man and Ben Jr. were
beating everyone they came up against.  They made a damn good team. Dad is
so much in love with Ben Jr. he always has his arm around him or Ben
Jr. sitting by his feet where dad can touch him.  They make other people in
the family feel good by having them around.

We see them all the time.  Dan jokingly told me he was gonna' miss swapping
slaves with old Ben `cause he, too, had come to love and appreciate Ben Jr.
He shouldn't have worried.  My old man got his second wind loving Ben
Jr. and decided he should start fucking the meanness out of his upstart kid
again.  Dan and he began to swap slaves to everyone's delight.  Ben
Jr. dearly loved Dan Yates and would have done anything for him.  Ben
Jr. treasured the times they spent together.

Dad would loan Ben Jr. out to Griz every now and then. Ben Jr. confided in
Dad he always wondered what an evening in the bear's den would be like.
Dad made sure Ben Jr. wasn't afraid to please the big man and then gave him
to Griz for an evening on Griz's birthday that year. (Griz didn't know when
his birthday was so I gave him one.  I figured the middle of summer was
good.  July 15th) Ben Jr. was like me and Sonny.  He fell in love with the
big man.  Dad began to loan his slave to Griz regularly. Griz has never
asked anyone to bunk it in with him.  It seems to just happen that folks
care about him and most of the Masters that come to the ranch with their
slaves eventually offer Griz their slave.

Ben Jr. kept begging my Dad to join them and Griz did, too.  He had longed
to pleasure my dad for sometime. Finally, one night, dad consented and he
fell in love with the big man all over again.  From that time on, Griz had
two more good looking cowboys in his bed when they could share an evening
with him.  Griz always loved my Dad but the added treat of dad and Ben
Jr. was wonderful for him.

Ben Jr. and Griz bonded closer than anyone might have suspected.  Ben
Jr. was always a quiet man and he and Griz spend hours together, enjoying
each other's company without saying a word.  I knew I would always be
Griz's first love, Dan second but it was a close race between my Dad, Ben
Jr. and Sonny for third.  He loves them all with a passion.

We loaned Griz to them sometimes if they had some big project that needed
man power.  Most times we'd all pitch in to get something done
quicker. Griz is like having your own construction crew rolled into one
giant man.  Griz is always happy to come home though.  Dan and I shower him
with attention when he returns.  We try never to give Griz a reason to
doubt our love for him.

When Sonny completed slave training, the family had a ceremony and he
became Boots' slave.  Neither could have been happier.  They made the
transition from father and son to Master and slave.  Boots turned out to be
one of the finest Masters in our family and is always willing to share his
knowledge and experience with a novice Master.  He remembered well the
patience shown to him one time by a big, ugly Master and felt in some small
way he was repaying him by giving a hand to new Masters.

Dad made arrangements with Boots to swap Ben Jr. for Sonny one evening and
both slaves found new delights.  Ben Jr. confided in me Boots fucked him
same's our old man.  I had to laugh and tell him sometimes I could close my
eyes while Boots was fucking me and swear it was my old man.  We had a good
laugh.  Sonny worships my dad anyway and dad felt the same about his
grandson.  After they spent several evenings together they were even
thicker than before.  The four of them have a really close relationship.

After Mrs. Russell bought her new double wide trailer we moved her old one
down behind the other barn.  Dan came to love Boots and Sonny as much as
everyone else in the family.  He decided to give the old trailer to them
for a place to live when they weren't on the road.  They would have a
permanent base to return to when they wanted.  They loved it and fixed it
up.  When they're here they work their ass's off around the ranch and have
become pretty damn good buckaroos.  They always plan their runs to make
sure they're here for spring round up.  For two weeks from sun up to sun
down we work their ass's off.  It's become a big thing for friends and
family but they know when they come it's not party time, they work.  They
work but they always claim they have more fun and some of the best times of
their lives.  Beryl and Blaine come almost every year.

We can always tell when Boots gets that look in his eye that it won't be
long before he and Sonny hit the road.  However, over the years it's become
longer and longer between trips.  Boots seems to be comfortable living on
the ranch, as long as he knows the gate is always open. Dan puts no demands
on them.

I've grown to love and appreciate Dan more each year.  Our bond is
solid. We never talk about it much, we just know. We never think much about
roles of Master and slave. When I became worried that Dan and I never
seemed to talk about being Master and slave, Master Jeb told me that can
sometimes be the truest test of a fine Master/slave bonding.  It's just
accepted without the need to constantly redefine roles.  I accept Dan as my
Master and he's learned to accept me as his slave.  Dan learned from our
family, Dad, Ben, and of all people, Mrs. Russell's help, I wouldn't be
happy unless Dan accepted me as his slave and treated me as one.

Once I gave my complete person over to Master Red I began to realize I
never wanted to be free again. Red trained me and helped me understand I
would always need to be owned by another man.  I'll always love Red for his
training and continuing my education as a slave after Uncle Bud.

Dan learned quickly and has become a wonderful Master for me and Griz. He's
become the Master any slave would be proud to call `Master.'  My family,
God love them, and my Dad, took Dan under their wing and began to discuss
and train him to become a Master. Big Jim, Master Beryl, Master Jeb, Master
Earl, Master Sam, Master Walker and Master Zack spent hours discussing the
benefits of the Master/slave lifestyle.  They impressed on Dan, he had two
men on his hands that loved him that required him to be their Master.

Of course our clan leader was highly instrumental in Dan's transformation.
He and Master Zack spent hours giving him lessons on how to use a whip and
correct his slaves.  They also gave him lessons for using the whip to keep
his slaves `tuned up' and happy.  Once he began to break Griz and I in on
his whip, neither of us could get enough.  The better our Master got using
his whip the more he enjoyed using it.  Dan found himself with two adoring
slaves at his feet paying homage to their handsome Master.

Dan makes all the decisions for our lives and we never question him. Once
again I have Master Red to thank for that.  He helped me understand if he
or any Master owned me, they had the right to make the decisions for our
life.  If I give myself into slavery to be owned by a Master, I
automatically accepted that my life would become an extension of his.  Red
taught me, for my peace of mind and his success as my Master depended on me
learning never to question his decisions.

When I was first with Red it was difficult because I was young and thought
my opinions should count for something.  Red would ask me how I felt about
something and I would tell him. I didn't realize it at the time but it
probably related to a decision he was thinking about.  He always made it a
point to know how I felt about most things.  As time passed and I could see
the benefit of no hassles, no bickering, no fighting, no jockeying for
position,--no energy was wasted on anger, hard feelings, lost time and left
me with more stamina and interest in loving and pleasing my Master.

Slowly, Master Red, tightened his control over me and the more he did, the
more I wanted him to.  I had to admit the truth of the phrase he kept
repeating over and over: "The only purpose of a slave is for his Master's
use, to pleasure him and serve him."  So it's been with Master Dan.  He's
in complete control of Griz and I.  The more control he demands the more we
gratefully give.

He's stopped asking my opinion; he knows it most of the time anyway.  Dan
wasn't easy with that much control over two men at first but began to see
the benefits for the three of us.  There are no arguments; no fighting for
control.  Our Master makes a decision and Griz and I accept it.  There's no
room for argument in our relationship.  Griz and I wouldn't consider
arguing with our Master.

I perform the ritual for both our benefits and turn on, especially when our
family comes to visit. Within the last five years, Griz and I have been
showing our Master a lot more homage in our private lives because we've
come to love and respect him so much we seem to have a need to show him our
appreciation. Sometimes, I perform the ritual then snap my fingers for Griz
for do the same.  I don't have too, it always turns Griz on to show homage
to our Master same's it does me. Griz is as proud to have Dan for his
Master as I am.  He loves Dan as much as I do.

Dan is always pleased to have us show him homage.  He told us, it's a
wonderful physical reinforcement of our love and need for him as our
Master. It reminded both slave and Master of their positions. Sometimes it
can be the smallest of rituals that bind a society together.

Once in a while he'll surprise Griz and I by snapping his fingers at the
two of us to show him our homage immediately.  Of course, we never fail no
matter where we are or what we're doing.  It impresses our family too! Dan
is one of only two clan family members that owns two slaves. Especially two
devoted slaves that get along as well as Griz and I. The other Master that
owns two slaves is a wonderfully, colorful man named Sarge.  He lives in
the San Diego area with his two slaves and they get along great.  Sarge is
in complete control of his slaves at all times.

Our family marvels at our relationship and Griz takes the lead from me to
give our Master credit.  We impress on our family that Master Dan is a
strong, disciplined, demanding, no nonsense Master that makes his slaves
tow the line.  Dan knows what we're doing, keeps his mouth shut and beams
with pride. Our Master knows in his heart we're devoted to him but when we
go out of our way to show him homage, to honor him, before our family, it
never fails to bring a big, pleased smile to his handsome face; to say
nothing of the sex his two slaves get for weeks afterward.

Funny though, years later Griz and I talked one night about Dan, as our
Master.  We decided he doesn't have to be all those things. Dan is a good
man that demands respect and all the goodness you can bring to a life with
him. Dan is thoughtful, caring, kind, considerate and spoils the two of us
shamelessly; however, he demands our best in all things and we try hard
never to fail him.  Griz and I love Dan so much, we'd take out any man that
might raise a hand to him in anger.

We still get back to Mason every year for the Annual Booger Red Rodeo.  Now
days, most folks don't remember who Booger Red was but it doesn't matter.
Those that know and love me remember. It's become a once a year event that
folks come to from all over the world.  It has become a great money making
tourist attraction for the locals.  Bikers from all across the nation come.
Sometimes there's close to a thousand bikes parked around.  Nobody seems to
get rowdy and everyone loves the rodeo.  Dan and I still rope together.
Phil and I rope together and Dan and Phil rope together.  Dad and Ben
Jr. stomp our butts most of the time.  That kid loves my old man almost as
much as I do. I feel pretty damn lucky to have ended up with five wonderful
brothers; two of them named Ben and three of them named Gunn.

I go out to clean Red's grave every time we're back in Mason.  Don't really
need to, Phil and Wilma Jo go two or three times a year and clean his,
Bro. Red's and Uncle Bud's. Red still roughs me up a little and makes me
cry when I go to the cemetery.  I guess he still wants to know I love him.
I do, I always will. You can't have a love as passionate and as right as
our love was and not carry it in your heart forever.  I'll never again know
the passion I had with that ugly, old, tattooed, battle scarred, hard
living, loving man.

Master Walker told me he would see to Red's headstone and he did.  I hadn't
been back for a while but when I read the epitaph carved into Red's
headstone, it made me smile and then I fell to my knees and cried:

"Here lies a magnificent beast. Cowboy told him so."



THE END

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End Chapter 25~
BOOGER RED & COWBOY
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