Date: Mon, 07 Nov 2005 15:06:01 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 11

Tales for Bentonville, Chapter 11
By David Lee

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Disclaimer:
This story is completely fictional.  Most of the places mentioned, and none
of the characters exist in real life.  Some may possess physical or
personality characteristics of people I know or have known.  But if you see
yourself in this story, your imagination is better than mine!

"Tales from Bentonville" is a romantic story centering on the lives of high
school kids.  Lovers of other ages may appear, but not normally in a
cross-generational sense.  References to sex with under-age kids may be made
for the sake of the story line.  However, I feel that child molestation is a
crime and should not be glorified or tolerated.

This is my fifth attempt at writing fiction.  My other stories on Nifty
include: "Zeke" (August 29, 2005), "Always and Forever" (March 25, 2004)
under High School, "Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip" (April 23, 2004) under
Camping, and "Jacob and Jacques" (May 5, 2004) under High School.  Some
characters from previous stories may have cameo roles in this one.  However,
you need not read them first.


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Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 11

The July 4th celebrations in small-town Iowa aren't as grand as those in
bigger places like Cosgrove.  In Bentonville, the firemen had a big
fund-raising breakfast to start the day.  There was always a small carnival
at the county fairgrounds to provide some entertainment for the rural folks.
  Some of the town's people predicted that this would be the last year for
this type of celebration because everyone would go off to bigger towns with
bigger entertainment.  However, the crowd was actually larger than the year
before.  People from other towns were coming to Bentonville because of the
more laid-back, rustic atmosphere.

Probably every kid from age five and up was at the carnival.  There wasn't
anything else going on in town.  Trent called Dane to see if he and Colt
wanted to go.  Of course, they did.  He said that he would call Sara to see
if some of the girls would like to go too.  It would all be Dutch treat;
this wasn't a date as such, just a group of friends hanging out together.

When the boys met up at the appointed spot in the early evening, Sara and
Carrie were there.  They had called Leah, but she was going with someone
else.  (She and her friend would have joined them, but she was still miffed
about Colton's not wanting to go steady.)

The Ferris wheel wasn't anything like the one Dane had been on at Navy Pier
in Chicago, but it was better than nothing.  From the top, a person could
see the tower of the courthouse half a mile away.  The kids had fun eating
cotton candy and funnel cakes as well as going on the rides.  No one seemed
to care that there was an extra guy in the group.  They were just a bunch of
friends hanging out and having fun.

Colton tried most of the rides, but balked at the notion of riding on one in
particular.  This was one that had small tub-like cars that spun around
while they went up and down like a small rollercoaster over an oval track.
He was sure that he would disgrace himself by "urping-up" his second funnel
cake.  So he elected to sit that one out while the other four shared a car.

Dane made it a point to wave at Colt each time they passed near the bench
where he was sitting.  On the third pass, Dane froze in place as he saw
Robert, Colt's stepfather, standing next to Colt.  Dane knew this would be
trouble.

On the next pass, Dane watched helplessly as Robert walked behind Colt
nudging him toward the woods at the edge of the fairgrounds.  The ride was
slowing down, so Dane jumped from the car and headed in the direction his
boyfriend was going.  He barely heard the ride operator swearing at him as
he picked up speed.

Trent told the girls to find a security officer as he too ran toward the
trees.

As Dane got closer, he moved more slowly and quietly.  He could hear the
snapping of twigs and rustle of old leaves ahead.  Then he heard Robert's
voice.

"Tell me what I want to know and I won't cut you.  All I want is your
mother's address."

"I don't know where she is!" Colt responded loudly.  "She didn't tell me
where she was going after she left Sioux City.  She was afraid that I might
let it slip and you would find out."

(Colton could sense that someone was moving in the shadows behind Robert.
By talking loudly, he hoped to cover any noise that person might make.)

"Don't give me that shit!  You have to know where she is.  How do you get in
touch with her?"

"We only e-mail."

"Okay, you little bastard, you had your chance."

Robert tossed the switchblade knife from hand to hand.  The blade gleamed in
a shaft of moonlight that shone through the trees.  Colton readied himself
for evasive action.  He wished that he hadn't let Robert force him so far
from the crowd, but that knife against his back had been a powerful
motivator.  At this remote place, even if he screamed as loud as he could,
no one would hear him.

Robert lunged, but Colt's reflexes were quicker and he managed to dodge the
blade.  His plan to run back toward the carnival was thwarted by a dead
branch that tripped him up.  Robert laughed at his plight.  But his
advantage was cut short by another piece of dead limb that crashed against
his skull.  The knife went flying and Robert fell to the ground in an
unconscious heap.

Colt jumped up and ran toward Dane who dropped the branch in order to hold
his lover.  Trent came forward to pick up the piece of wood to strike Robert
again if he tried anything.  He wasn't taking any chances.

In the distance the boys could hear the voices of Sara and Carrie.

"The last we saw of them, they were coming this direction."

"We're back here," Trent called.

Seconds later, Deputy Saunders shined his flashlight on the boys.  He
quickly assessed the situation and handcuffed the semi-conscious Robert.

"Wow, Trent, you pack a real wallop!" he exclaimed as he looked at the tear
in Robert's scalp.

"Not me," Trent said.  "Dane is the one who laid him out.  The bastard was
going after Colton with a knife.  It's here on the ground somewhere."

The deputy's light soon picked up the glint of the steel blade.  He pulled a
handkerchief out of his pocked and picked it up carefully so as not to put
his fingerprints on it.  As Saunders was doing that, Robert stood up and
made a run for it.

Trent threw the stick (that he was still holding) toward Robert's feet to
trip him.  Deputy Saunders straightened up and pulled out his gun.

"Robert Crider, why don't you try that again?  It would give me great
pleasure to have to shoot your sorry ass."

This time, Robert didn't move.

"Okay, I'm reading you your rights.  You are under arrest.  You have the
right to remain silent.  If you refuse that right..."

The deputy then used his walkie-talkie to contact another officer who was on
duty at the carnival.

"I should have done that in the first place.  I really didn't think he was
stupid enough to try to get away in handcuffs!"

After Deputy Anders arrived, they all went back to the bright lights and
noise of the celebration.  The fireworks display was beginning at the other
end of the fairgrounds.  The beauty of the pyrotechnics seemed surreal
juxtaposed against the recent terror in the woods.

Although Robert was carted away to jail, the kids didn't want to stay.
Their evening had been spoiled beyond reclamation.  Deputy Saunders got a
part-time security man to drive them to their houses.  He didn't want them
to be left alone to walk home after their scary experience.

Sara was dropped off first.  Trent decided to stay with her at her house for
awhile.  Next, Carrie was taken home.  Dane saw her to the door making sure
that her family was there.  Finally, Dane and Colt got to grandma's house.

Greta was home alone when they arrived.  From the pale look of both, she
knew something was wrong.  It didn't take any prodding on her part for the
whole story to come out.  She hugged them saying how proud she was of how
they had handled the deadly situation.  Then she made them some hot
chocolate.  Despite that fact that it was a warm evening, the hot beverage
felt comforting -- possibly because it was made as an act of love.

Finally, the boys decided to go upstairs to bed.  As they left, Greta held
Dane back for a second.

"Hold him close tonight.  He's going to need you." She whispered.

Dane nodded as he ascended the steps.  He did hold Colt close that night.
There was no desire for sex, just the desire for intimacy.  Colt felt secure
as long has he had Dane with him.  Together, they could face anything.

About 3:00 a.m., Colton's screams awakened the household.  Dane held him and
talked to him as he stroked his back.

"It's okay, Baby, I'm here.  I'll take care of you.  You're safe in bed with
me."

DJ came hopping up the stairs and into the room to see if he could help.  He
saw that Dane had pretty much taken care of it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked Colton.

Colt nodded.  What he described would have made Stephen King shudder.  The
scene was filled with blood.  Colt's mother, Sharon, lay dying and Colt's
guts were spilled out on the floor.  To add to the horror, Dane was lying
beside him, his life ebbing as his blood seeped into the carpet.

DJ wrapped his arms around both boys.  He held them tightly for a long time.

"I'm with you, guys.  What you feel is almost like what a guy feels in a war
zone.  I know your pain, Colton.  Believe me, I know."

Colton buried his head in his uncle's chest.  The warmth and scent of a
strong man was comforting to him.  When the boys had settled down enough to
rest, if not sleep, DJ hobbled toward the stairs.

"Thanks," Colt called out.

"Any time," DJ responded.

The next morning, both boys went for a session with the psychiatrist.  Dr.
Klein talked with them a length about their experience and how to deal with
it.  He told them that most adults would probably not have been able to do
what they did.

"How did you have the guts to sneak up and brain the bugger?" he asked of
Dane.

The boys laughed at his choice of words.  He was glad to see that they still
had a sense of humor.  He was sure that they would ultimately come through
this with few, if any, emotional scars.

"Can I tell him?" Dane asked Colt.

"Sure," Colt replied as he reached for Dane's hand to hold it.

"I love this guy with all of my heart.  If something happened to him, I
would die too."

"I guess that I might be able to do that if someone were threatening my
wife," Klein said.  "Yes, despite the fact that I don't like violence, I
could kill to save someone I love."

"You didn't say anything about us being gay," Dane commented.  "Aren't you
going to try to cure us?"

"Okay, here goes.  Congratulations for knowing yourselves and for finding
someone to love.  Have you told your families?"

"My dad knows," Colt spoke up, "and Grandma.  But we haven't told Dane's
parents.  They've had enough to deal with, with DJ's injury in the war and
all.  We want to wait until things get back to normal."

Dr. Klein nodded.

"Just be careful that you don't use every new event as an excuse not to tell
them.  I know your grandmother.  I am sure that she will stick by you."

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DJ went back to the routine of taking the boys with him to work out at the
health club after his day at the office.  He arranged to have an earlier
schedule at Rockwell so that they could do this before dinner.  Despite the
cost of gas, DJ felt that the boys and he needed to bond by exercising
together.

It was on one of these trips that DJ took the boys out to eat after their
workout.  Ellen had a doctor's appointment in Cosgrove and she and Greta
would meet them at the little Italian restaurant where Greta had taken the
boys before.

Dane had been worried about his mother.  She had never been ill in her life
that he could remember.  That Greta was taking her to see a specialist in
Cosgrove had given Dane some nights of fitful sleep.  Luckily Colt was there
to hold him as he had been there for Colt.

The guys arrived first and secured a good table.  DJ had a glass of red wine
and the boys had cokes as they waited for the women.  When the ladies came
in they were both beaming.  DJ jumped up and hugged his wife who whispered
in his ear.  His smile spread almost literally from ear to ear.

"Twins!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, the doctor detected two distinct heartbeats.  Here I thought that I
might be having some abdominal tumor and it turns out that I'm pregnant.  I
can't believe it has happened after all of the years of trying without
success.

The boys got up and joined DJ and Ellen in a hug.  The patrons at other
tables began to clap.  It was then that the Johnson family realized that
they were creating a scene.  Fortunately it was a joyful one.

DJ was going to order a bottle of wine to celebrate until Greta reminded him
that Ellen couldn't have any.  He decided that he was nearly drunk with joy
and didn't really need any additional alcohol.  Since the boys were
under-age, it didn't make sense to make the expenditure.

On the drive home, the boys were split up, but for good reason.  Colt drove
home with his grandmother beside him and Dane drove home with his dad next
to him.  It was more road experience for both.

Naturally, they wanted to tell the world.  DJ dialed up Wade from Greta's
speaker phone so that all could get in on the conversation.  They talked
forever.  Wade and Roger were nearly as elated as the happy couple.

In the next several days, DJ and Ellen made plans to buy a home of their
own.  Because Ellen had been thrifty, they had been able to live okay
without touching very much of the equity they had gotten out of their other
house.  Since property in Bentonville was a fraction of the cost of places
in the suburbs and DJ had a good, well-paying job, they would be able to
afford something pretty nice.

Dane was of two minds about that.  He knew that with an expanding family,
they would need more room.  He knew that they couldn't live with grandma
forever, but he hated to give up the arrangement that he and Colt had.  He
let that slip in conversation with Greta one afternoon.  She just smiled.

"I have already told your parents that you two are welcome to live with me
for as long as you want.  I know that eventually you will go to college and
may move away, but I would keep you boys here forever if I had my choice."

Needless to say, Dane felt relieved.  It was great to know that he would
always be welcome in this house, whatever happened.

As if by magic, the Victorian house on the lot behind Greta's property came
on the market.  It hadn't been lived in for three years since old Mrs.
Carter went to the nursing home.  Its decline had come several years earlier
since she was not able to keep it up by herself.  She was survived by a
nephew of her husband's and he had no desire to keep or fix it up.  The
realtor thought that they would let it go for a song.

It wasn't a huge house by Victorian standards, but it had four bedrooms and
was filled with beautiful, if shabby, old furniture.  Nothing in it had been
changed in probably 50 years.  Despite its moderate proportions, it had all
of the gingerbread trim and gracious air that made houses of that era
desirable.

There was also a large garage that had been converted from a stable.  And,
there was a graceful gazebo in the backyard.  These were in pretty good
shape other than needing painting and some detail work.

DJ put a low bid on it immediately.  The nephew countered with a much higher
price.  DJ put in a second bid raising his offer by $2,000 and specifying
that all of the furnishings and contents of the house be included in the
sale.  Since there was no other interest in the house, the heir decided to
let it go for the price that DJ offered.  The family pictures and keepsakes
had been removed already shortly after the old lady's death so there was
nothing left that the nephew treasured.  His taste ran to modern furniture
anyway.

So, the Johnson's were able to purchase it with all of its contents at a
very modest price.  Some of the pieces were antiques worthy of a museum
setting.  A few needed to be repaired and refinished, but some were usable
with only cleaning and polishing.

DJ was elated with the house.  The place was structurally sound, but needed
a new roof and lots of updating.  Many of the things that needed doing could
be done by DJ and the boys over a period of time.  There were various people
in the community with the necessary skills to do the work that the family
couldn't handle.

Once they got possession, they went into action to get it ready for the
coming winter.  DJ's colleague, Craig, from Rockwell listened to the
enthusiastic review of the new house.  He told DJ that he would be happy to
volunteer some time in redoing the roof.  Since DJ didn't feel that his
prosthesis would allow him to climb around safely, Craig would take it on.

"I will check with my son and his partner to see if they might be available
too.  They are first-rate craftsmen.  We might be able to give you a weekend
pretty soon."

Craig conferred with Zeke and Bryan who accompanied him to Bentonville one
evening later in the week.  They wanted to look it over to decide on how
many squares of shingles to order.  Dane and Colt were overjoyed when they
found out who was coming to help.  When the group from Cosgrove arrived, the
boys all hugged each other in greeting.  Craig and DJ were both surprised
that they were already acquainted.

The younger boys insisted that they could help with the tear-off and that
they could also learn to put on new shingles.  DJ agreed after Craig told
him about using ropes tied around the chimney to keep the guys from falling
to the ground if they lost their footing.  He and the older boys would do
the same.

The following Saturday morning, Craig arrived in his minivan with not two,
but four young men.  Trevor and Marc had the weekend off and insisted on
helping.  If they had a large crew, it could be done in a shorter time.
Dane immediately called Trent to come and help too.  He wanted him to have a
chance to see his brother.

Armed with scoop-shovels, the young men made short work of the existing
roofing.  They pieced in new plywood sheets in places where leaks had rotted
the roof.  Then they applied new drip-edge and tarpaper.  While the older
ones were doing that, Dane and Colton were picking up the rubble and placing
it into a large dumpster that DJ had obtained from the garbage company.

DJ had also hired a crane operator to lift the bundles of shingles up to the
roof.  There was no way that he would allow the men to carry the 80 pound
bundles up an extension ladder to that height.

By noon, the new shingles were being laid.  A halt was called for lunch.
Ellen and Greta had prepared a huge amount of food for the workers.  It was
served on a picnic table in Greta's backyard.  The young men all did justice
to what was served and to a couple of gallons of iced tea and lemonade.
When they had rested a bit to allow the food to digest, they climbed back up
to continue.

When it got close to dinner time, the work stopped for the day.  The guys
from Cosgrove promised to be back the next afternoon to finish.  The main
part of the house was already done and the lower part started.   The rest
would take only a few more hours to complete.

That night, a tired but happy pair of boys climbed the stairs to their
bedroom at Grandma Johnson's house.  Their muscles ached, but they felt like
men.  They had worked hard and not failed to keep up with the older guys.
It did wonders for their self-images.

After their shower, they climbed naked into bed.

"Are you too tired?" Dane asked.

"For what?" Colt snickered.

"You know." Dane countered.

"No." Colt said.

"No, what?"

"No, I'm not too tired."

In the next few minutes, both boys rose to the occasion proving that they
were young men in every sense of the word.  They had remembered to shut the
door at the foot of the stairs so that the rest of the family remained
unaware of their love-making.

It may have started gently, but it soon escalated into a white-hot passion.
The experience of working like real men might have heightened their
testosterone or possibly it was just their lust.  No one's tonsils got
injured in the process, but both ended up with mouths that felt "used."  It
was by mutual consent and wasn't necessarily a bad thing.  In fact, they
were both very much turned on by it.

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By early afternoon on Sunday, the house roof was finished and the garage and
gazebo were stripped and prepared for shingling.  Dane, Colton, and Trent
were going to finish those in the next couple of days.  They were proud that
DJ trusted them to do it.  Once again, they felt like they were being
treated as equals in an adult world.

After the roofing was done, DJ hired contractors to put in a new furnace and
an air conditioner.  He had the whole place rewired at the same time.

Then came the installation of new thermal-pane windows and lots of
insulation.  DJ found a source for windows that would look authentic.  He
decided that the expense of replacing them would be recouped in energy
savings in the next few years.  He stopped short of having vinyl or aluminum
siding put on the house.  Not only was the cost prohibitive, but he felt
that too many modern materials would change the look of the place for the
worse.  Since Craig and his team wouldn't accept any money for their labor,
DJ could stretch his resources further, but not that far.

While the contractors were working on the outside and on remodeling the
kitchen, DJ and the boys were working on other rooms on the inside.  The old
varnished woodwork was still unpainted and began to look fine after it was
scrubbed clean and polished.  Then the walls received new paint.  Some of
them had to be primed with stain-hiding paint before the finish coats were
applied.  The boys spent lots of time painting, but their grandmother made
sure that they also took off time to play at the town swimming pool.  She
told them that she wanted to get her money's worth out of the family pass,
but they knew she was trying to get them to relax.

The house project was good for all of them.  It was a kind of therapy.
Creating and restoring things helped to give them a sense of fulfillment and
chase away some of the demons that lurked in their heads.  It was as true
for Colton as for DJ.

Colton's nightmares began to subside again.  The sessions with Dr. Klein
helped him immensely.  His cuddling sessions with Dane were also essential
to his wellbeing.  He was beginning to smile regularly.  When he was feeling
good, his sense of humor showed.  His teen antics brought smiles to the
faces of the rest of the family as well.

As rooms began to take shape, the furniture was again placed in the house.
Greta had paid for the reupholstering of the settee and the chairs that
matched it.  They were something to behold when they were finished.

The dining room was equally stunning with the new upholstery on the chairs.
The dark, heavy pieces were appropriate in the large room.  Mrs. Carter
would have been pleased to see them restored to their original beauty.

All of the improvements cost money, but the family had paid cash for them.
They had used up most of the equity from their former house on the down
payment and improvements, but with interest rates at an all-time low, the
family could easily afford the mortgage on this one.  DJ and Ellen were
being careful not to get themselves into the financial bind they had been in
when living in the suburbs.

The major part of the restoration project was done before school started.
The painting of the exterior was begun, but would take a few weeks because
of moving the scaffolding around.   However, as soon as the master bedroom
and bath were completed, Ellen and DJ moved in.  Dane and Colt remained with
Grandma.  She was pleased.

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Author's note: You might want to check out a site at story@storylover.us
which is featuring some good authors.  Readers Jon (Matt and Jon) and Paul
(Sad Song for a Gay Teen) are posted there.  My saga (Zeke) is also being
rerun.  There are other people's work on there too that you may not have
found elsewhere.

This week, I heard from Kevin, Joah, "Footer", Joe, Jim C., Basil, Paul, Ed
C., Vanyel, Daniel B., Tom H., Lance, Roger Y, Andrew, Bob, CJ, and Rad.
Thanks guys, I can always use the "lift" of finding your e-mail in my
in-box.

Rad's fairly long letter was especially welcome.  He is such a joy!