Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2002 11:10:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Cabbage Patch Cowboy Part 7"

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CABBAGE PATCH COWBOY PART 7


While he was at the Claymore's Waddie continued to sleep in Buck's big bed.
He missed his buddy but he knew his life was about to change as well as
Buck's.  He realized that Buck's place was with his wife.  He knew all that
but, hell, he was only six years old. Ten months of having that big,
hulking, loving, compassionate, protective, all encompassing, painfully
funny, huge man's body keeping him warm and comfortable every night,
instantly taken away, was taking it's toll on him.

He tried like hell to be magnanimous but the more he tried the greater he
began to suffer `big-cowboy-buddy' withdrawal symptoms.  It's a horrible
condition of being separated from the major cowperson in your life.  Modern
medicine has recognized it for years (puer-bos abrumpo) but little is
written about it.  It can be terminal if a patient has a bad enough
case. It simply breaks the heart into two halves. Waddie was sure his heart
had stopped a couple of times all ready.  It was not a mild case.  The only
cure, once addicted, is another big ole West Texas cowboy buddy but where
the hell was a six year old going to find one.

It was the worst feeling of loneliness he ever felt.  Even worse than the
emptiness that sent him to that dead end closet. There's a difference
between being empty and lonely; pining your heart away for your buddy.
Waddie named the condition `the screaming blue meanies' because it made him
feel blue and so low he wanted to scream.  A couple of nights he cried
himself to sleep.

One night he didn't remember going to sleep and woke up thinking he was
back in Buck's arms.  He was deeply touched to turn his head and see Pa
Claymore laying there in the all together holding him like Buck did.  Pa
Claymore awakened, pulled him closer, stole a kiss, and told him to go back
to sleep.  He would help him through the night. It was sweet of him and
Waddie drifted off into a most comfortable, peaceful sleep.

Waddie made Ma and Pa Claymore swear that they wouldn't tell Buck nor Linda
Sue.  He would get over it. It was time for him to grow up and stop being a
baby, he told them. He would be six next weekfor cries sake!  High time he
acted his age!  He loved his Uncle Buck and Aunt Linda Sue and didn't want
them concerned. His crying at night got to Ma and Pa Claymore until they
made an emergency call to a friend they knew would help.

Waddie lay there in bed finally exhausted from crying his heart out and
once again he felt as if he were enfolded in Buck's big arms and was
floating on the most peaceful river of sleep. He even felt wonderful the
next morning when he felt a kiss on his forehead.  He opened his eyes to a
beautiful, handsome cowboy.

His buddy Quinton had given up his Friday night to come spend it with a
needy buddy. Waddie couldn't have been more happy to see Quinton if he had
ridden up on a hard charging, black stallion.  Waddie was so move he cried
in Quinton's arms.  He didn't have to say a word to Quinton.  Quinton knew.
Quinton just held him tight and let him get it out.

Quinton begged him to come stay with him and his parents; they loved him,
too.  He would sleep with him every night like he was his little brother.
He was free to hold on to any part of Quinton he wanted to.  Quinton
wouldn't care but he just couldn't stand to see the little buddy he loved
be that blue. He knew what Buck's larger than life personality could to do
to a man.  He had longed to feel Buck's arms around him for years.

It was that morning, Waddie formed a deep love for Quinton as a close and
dear friend and has loved him all these fifty-six years. Waddie always
considered Quinton one of the major treasures of his life. Still does!  At
eighty-two Waddie still can't take his eyes off the man.

Waddie took desperate measures to combat this
disease. (i.e. big-cowboy-withdrawal syndrome) He would go into Buck's
closet and find the dirtiest, most worn, old pair of Buck's cowboy boots
and bring them to bed with him.  They were so big his entire head would fit
into one.  He would put one over his head and sleep with the smells of his
uncle going into his lungs and find comfort for a while.  When he couldn't
get anymore smells from that one he'd pull the other over his head and
sleep with it.  (Doctors usually recommend only one boot per night but
Waddie had it bad.!)

He found an old jock strap in a paper bag with some gym shorts and some old
dirty socks.  The jock strap was old but it had several large yellow stains
that was obviously his uncle's piss or pre-come.  It was so big he thought
it might double as a picnic basket. When he got it over his head, it came
alive and make his dick instantly hard.  He had to jack off.  In fact it
prompted several jack off sessions that were the heaviest orgasms he'd had
so far. Then he slept the entire night with it covering his little
face. But at best, his trying to be inventive only managed to keep the
lonely wolf away from the door just so long until he realized,...he'd been
thrown out of paradise and he didn't know why.

He tried to think good thoughts about his mom and dad having their life
together.  If he could only be with them he knew Buck would find time for
him. They had a nice, big, comfortable, old farm house with several extra
bedrooms upstairs but they hadn't said anything to him about coming to live
with them.  He didn't know if he wanted to now.  It was almost like they
didn't want him getting in the way.

`Why should he feel bad about that,' he thought, `you've lived your whole
life being given just enough to tempt you to try to reach out and grab it
only to have it snatched away at the last minute.  This is no different,
it's just these folks think they're sincere.  They try to be but they don't
really mean it.  They're just trying to make themselves feel good by being
nice to the poor kid for a while; then, when they get tired of him, or get
a better offer, they go their own way.  Well, what did you expect?  You
knew Buck had to live with Linda Sue after he married her and it ain't like
he dumped you for a woman.  She ain't even a wicked step-mother, for cries
sake?  She's your mother!  Buck did you a hell of a favor by marrying Miss
Davenport.  You're legal now!  You're no longer a bastard.

Well, they don't know I'm their real kid so I don't get invited to live
with `em.  When they find out, are you gonna' punish them by not going to
live with them `cause they turned their backs on you now?  I might! I just
might!  I'm only six years old, for cries sake, what do you want from me?
The answer to world peace?  Where am I gonna' get answers to major
questions like that?  Hell, I still have a tough time getting though the
night without wetting the bed.'

Buck tried his damnedest to be what Waddie needed.  He had to admit dealing
with a kid like Waddie who was, intelligent, quick, sensitive, loving,
wanting to trust, easily wounded, wasn't a cakewalk for an old, rough
talking, West Texas cowboy. Buck felt like a stranger in a strange land.
He was a believer but Buck wasn't a real go-to-church-every-Sunday
religious man; however, he found himself, hitting his knees, talking to
God, asking his help and guidance with Waddie.

Buck sent more `talks,' as he called them, to heaven about Waddie than he
ever had on his own behalf during the war.  Because he did love the little
man so much, Buck felt he needed help, big time, and he was hoping the Big
Man would take pity on him and give him a hand.  Buck thought his love
alone would be the balm that would float Waddie above the hurts of the
world but he could feel the boy slowly withdrawing from him.

He was still Waddie but the closeness was gone.  He was withdrawn and
quiet.  He'd respond politely if spoken to directly but there was little
spontaneity.  Buck included Waddie in almost everything he and Linda Sue
did during the day and hoped he might express an interest in coming to live
with them.  Buck, Waddie and Linda Sue spent most of their days the rest of
the summer together, either at the farm house Buck and Linda Sue rented or
at the Claymore's, the Davenport's, the Lovejoy's or the Justin's.

It was July tenth, Waddie's birthday.  Like Christmas he hadn't mentioned a
thing he wanted.  He told everyone he didn't want nothing but to be with
the people he loved all day.  Truth was, he didn't know how to accept gifts
from people and felt embarrassed when anyone gave him anything.  He didn't
think he deserved it.  He really couldn't figure out why they would do it.
It was okay for him to do or give of himself to other people but he didn't
expect anything in return. He never had gotten anything in return for any
reason so why now?  Especially from folks he didn't even know real well.

The Justins decided to celebrate the boy's birthday on the tenth and the
following year on the eleventh.  Waddie, Linda Sue and Buck rode in Bertie
May to the Justin's.  Buck hadn't cleaned out the back of Bertie May.  His
tools and junk from the construction projects with Dan were still in there.
He had an old oil cloth tarp he kept thrown over the mess to protect it
from the rain.

Waddie never had a birthday party.  He didn't know what you did at a
birthday party.  He never had a cake made for him.  When they pulled up in
the truck everyone came to greet them.  Waddie was shocked.  There were
cars and pickup trucks, buggies with horses, there must of been forty to
fifty people that he had met one time or another and their kids were there
as well.  More kids than he'd ever seen. The main kid he wanted to see came
up, hugged him, kissed him an told him he loved him.  Waddie did the same
and knew he was home with his brother.

They played all sorts of games and had a good time. Waddie and Gip won a
lot.  They were bigger, faster and more well coordinated than the other
kids their age.  Then they figured since it was their party it would be
better to let some of the other kids win. They'd mess up on purpose and
someone else would win.  Buck and Dan watched them and knew exactly what
they were doing and were proud of them.

Gip didn't know any of the kids.  Waddie knew a few and introduced them to
Gip.  They were all Waddie and Gip's age and would be starting school with
them in the fall.  Almost everyone that would be in the first grade class
was there. That wasn't a lot. About twelve kids. It was reported to be the
biggest class of kids entering first grade in years.  They called them the
`war babies' whatever that meant.

There was one kid that kept picking on some of the smaller kids.  His dad
scolded him three or four times but he just ignored his old man.  Finally
he hurt a pretty little girl name Jannie and made her cry. He was pretty
rough with her, too.  Waddie went to her immediately, took her in his arms
and held her to comfort her.  Gip wasn't gonna' stand for anymore of the
kid's bull shit.  It was his and Waddie's party and he felt he had the
right to say what went on.  Besides, Jannie was sweet.  She didn't deserve
what he did to her.

Gip wasn't as big as the kid but he got right in his face and told the kid
in no uncertain terms he damn well better back off if he didn't want his
ugly face looking like a like a plate of spaghetti with extra sauce the kid
better damn well listen to him!  He warned him to leave the girls and small
kids alone. The little ones had as much right to have a good time as he did
without worrying whether he was gonna' cause `em grief.  Several adults
including Buck and Dan were watching.  Buck was gonna' step in but Dan
grabbed him.

"Let's see how this plays out, Buck; my kid standing up to a bigger kid.  I
want to see how this goes."

The bigger kid looked surprised at Gip's challenge but he could tell Gip
wasn't backing down.  He thought he was big enough to call Gip's bluff.

"Yeah, and who's gonna' make me?"  Waddie walked up behind the big kid and
tapped him on the shoulder.  The kid turned and his eyes got real big as he
looked up at Waddie.  The kid watched Waddie slowly push his cowboy hat
back on his head.

"Pardner,...you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life.  My
brother, here, will clean your fuck'n clock!  He's a mean ass som' bitch
and you don't even want to fuck with him.  He'll kick your pansy ass so far
up between you shoulder blades you'll have to stand on your head to take a
shit!  Then when he gets through with you,...I'll pick your Goddamn bones!"

Waddie didn't yell at the kid.  He spoke quietly and forcefully but there
was no doubt in anyone's mind he meant every word.  Waddie was half a foot
taller than the kid, much more muscular, and out weighed him by almost
fifteen pounds.  The bully changed his mind real quick and didn't want to
fuck with them especially if they were brothers.

"Okay, I won't bother `em no more."  The kid's dad came over and pulled him
away telling him he told him not to pick on those little kids.  He's lucky
Gip and Waddie didn't kick his ass.

"You don't know what you're messing with boy.  Them ole boys is young
cowboys.  You fuck with `em they're gonna' stomp your butt.  You be nice to
`em; they'll be nice to you."

Waddie stuck his hand out to Gip.  Gip took it and pulled Waddie to him in
a hug.

"Thanks brother."

"That's what a brother's for, Gip."  The little kids came up and hugged
Waddie and Gip as their heros. Jannie gave Waddie and Gip a big kiss.  They
both blushed and the crowd went, "awwww."

Waddie spoke softly so the adults couldn't hear what he was saying, "Listen
kids, we're all gonna' start school this fall together.  If we stick
together we ain't got nothing to be afraid of.  If anyone of you gets
picked on or pushed around by anybody you come get my brother Gip or me,
we'll try to help.  Understand?"

"Yes Waddie.  Thank you, Waddie.  That makes us feel a lot better about
going.  We're all afraid."

"No more'n I am, guys.  How `bout you, Gip?"

"Me too, guys.  But listen to what my brother tells you; you get into
trouble, you come to us.  If'n we stick together nobody can harm us."  They
all thought that was a wonderful idea and once again crowded around Gip and
Waddie to thank them.  No kid there was afraid after that and Waddie and
Gip encouraged them.

"We love you, Gip.  We love you, Waddie."

"We love you, too, and we're glad y'all came. Now, let's have a good time."

Of course the kids ran immediately to their parents and told them they
weren't afraid of going to school any more, `cause Gip and Waddie promised
to look after them if they got into trouble.

After handling the bully with no fighting, Dan had to turn away he was
laughing so hard he was crying at the same time.  He wasn't alone.  Buck
had his arm draped over his shoulder and was laughing just as hard as tears
ran down his face.

"Son of a bitch!"  Buck said laughing, "Glad you stopped me, Dan. Wouldn't
of missed that for the world. Where the hell did Waddie hear that?  He sure
as hell didn't hear it from me. I think he made that up right on the spot.
It damn sure would've put the fear of God in me!  I'll tell you that!"
Buck hooted and continued laughing.

"Did you see the look on that damn kid's face when he turned and saw Waddie
standing behind him? He didn't know whether to shit or go blind.  If I live
to be a hundred I'll never forget that look. I wonder if he shit his
pants?"

"Stop Dan! Goddamn it! Stop it!!  I can't stop laughing now!  Didn't I tell
you tell ten months ago?  Didn't I tell you?  Those two were gonna' be
unbelievable together?

Everybody had cake and ice cream.  Waddie had only had ice cream a couple
of times in his life but this was different.  It was homemade, hand
cranked, fresh peach ice cream.  They had vanilla too and strawberry. It
was the best damn stuff he ever put in his mouth.  The kid that was the
bully apologized to Jannie Anderson then came up to Gip and Waddie and
apologized.  They shook his hand and told him to forget about it.  Have
some ice cream and cake.

They told him what they told the other kid's applied to him as well.  If he
needed help `cause someone was pushing him around to come to them and
between the three of `em they could see it doesn't happen again.  He saw
wisdom in that and never again picked on smaller kids.  In fact he became
one of the four boys that looked out for the smaller ones all the way
through school.  Dan and Buck never talked to the boys about that, they
came to that decision on their own.

Most of the folks had brought small gifts and Waddie and Gip opened them
and graciously thanked the person who gave it to them.  Waddie opened one
gift from the Davenports that really made his eyes light up.  A Gilbert
Junior Chemistry Set.  Waddie didn't have any idea what chemistry was but
it looked awesome.

He and Gip all ready knew how to read.  Gip's parents taught him and the
Claymore's taught Waddie.  Then Waddie and Gip read to each other all their
children's book and each one could read them back.  By first grade they
were reading pretty hard stuff.  Waddie quietly showed it to Gip and they
started giggling.  Buck saw that exchange, looked at Dan, raised both
eyebrows and looked to heaven.

"Poor Willie."  was all Buck said shaking his head in mock concern.  Once
again they had to turn away they were laughing so hard. Buck and Dan
enjoyed each other's company and they found something funny about most
every thing.  After a day's non-stop work with Buck, Dan would complain to
is wife, Jimmy Sue, his sides hurt.  She told him he was working too hard.
He told her it wasn't the work, it was that damn Buck.  He'd never laughed
with someone as much and as hard as with Buck.

When all the gifts were opened, Waddie went out of his way to thank
everyone that gave him a gift. Gip did too.  He took his cue from his
brother much to Dan's delight.  He'd never seen Gip so social and mannerly.
Waddie got up on one of the picnic tables.

"Folks!!  We really appreciate everyone being here today.  My brother Gip
and I wanna' thank you all for coming to our birthday party.  We tried to
thank everyone that gave us such nice gifts but if we forgot anyone or left
anyone out, please come tell us so we can thank you properly.  We do
appreciate all ya'll's wonderful gifts.  Thanks so much."  Everyone
applauded and Buck beamed at Waddie and gave him the thumbs up sign.  They
didn't miss thanking anyone.

Dan knew he and Buck picked the right gifts for their boys.  He and Buck
went together to get the boy's special gifts.  They walked down to the new
barn and let two young colts out into the coral with their momma.  They
were identical twin colts. Waddie and Gip hadn't seen them before and ran
to look. The other kids followed with most of the adults. Everyone was
standing around the corral admiring the two young ponies.

Everybody was going on over how pretty they were.  They were pinto roping
ponies with the exact same patterns on them.  Gip and Waddie were talking
to each other about how beautiful they were and bet they'd make great
roping ponies.  Dan and Buck walked up behind them and put their hands on
the boy's shoulder.

"What do you think of Buck and my new roping ponies, Son, Waddie?"

"Damn fine looking ponies, Dad Dan. Y'all should be real proud of
those. They sure are pretty. I hope to have one like `em some day."

"Well, they're your's, boys.  Happy birthday!"

"No way!" said Gip to his dad. His dad smiled and shook his head, `yes.'

"Holy shit!"  was all Waddie could get out. "Awww, their just joshing with
us, Gip."

"I don't think they are, Waddie."

"You'd believe me wouldn't you, Waddie?"  Buck asked him.

"You know it, Uncle Buck.  That don't mean I don't believe Dad Dan, I just
thought he might be kidding."

"Their your's and Gip's.  Your own roping ponies.  Dad Dan was serious.  So
am I.  Happy birthday, Son."  Buck hugged Waddie and he hugged him back.
Then Waddie ran to Dad Dan and just held him for the longest time, then he
quietly thanked him.  Dan had to swallow hard to choke the tears back.

"Yep, they're a gift from me and your Uncle Buck.  Your's too, Gip.  You
got Buck to thank for half of it."  The boys were all over Dan and Buck.
Kissing, hugging thanking them. They couldn't believe it. Then they hugged
each other.  All the kids were happy for them and came up and hugged them,
too.  Especially, Jannie.  She thought Gip and Waddie were about the best
looking young cowpokes she'd ever seen and they had rescued a damsel in
distress.  She spoke of how gentle and understanding Waddie tried to be,
apologized for the bully and how sorry Waddie was he hurt her.  Not to
worry, his brother Gip and he would see to it that it didn't happen again..

All your grandparents, Momma Sue's parents, the Davenports, the Lovejoys,
the Claymores, Quinton and his parents, Dr. Dyer and his wife, and Morgan
went together to get you something special too.  Morgan's working today so
he couldn't be here but you can thank him later. Your presents are in the
back of Buck's truck.

The boys walked with Dan and Buck to his truck and Buck threw back the
tarp.  There were two identical junior saddles.  Just the right size for
the boys to learn to ride with.  They were hand tooled and well made by a
local saddle maker.  Gip and Waddie didn't even look at the saddles they
ran first to the Claymores `cause they were the nearest and thanked them,
the Davenports were next, the Lovejoys and finally Gip's only set of
grandparents on Jimmy Sue's side.  They hit the Dyer's next and wouldn't
have anything but a hug from both of them.  Gip followed suit.  They
thanked them and thanked them. Then the two boys ran as fast as they could
to Quinton who grabbed one up in each arm and they had their arms around
his neck, hugging and kissing him.

"Hey Gip!" Waddie looked at Gip and smiled a wicked smile while Quinton was
holding them,

"What'shu wanna' bet Quinton went in on this thing for the hugs and
kisses?"

"My momma didn't raise no dummy, Kid!"  Quinton shot back, "Of course I
did!  Now, shut up and gimme' my money's worth!"  The boys just roared with
laughter at Quinton and gave him his money's worth and more. They got down
and hugged and kissed his parents.  They loved Quinton's parents.

They grabbed Quinton's hand and dragged him back to Buck's pickup to
inspect the saddles with them.  Dan was so proud of the two boys for
thanking all the folks first before they got involved with the saddles he
could've burst with pride.  Buck wasn't far behind him.  When the boys came
back they thanked Buck and Dan again.  Buck had never felt such love in his
life and Dan was in his element.  All they had to do was look at each other
and fall out laughing.  They were in love with two boys.  Two good boys
they were proud to be a part of.  Two separate lonely boys who came
together to form a friendship that was bigger than both of them and touched
everyone they knew.

All the kids at the party remembered that party for years but they most
remembered the love that flowed back and forth with ease between the two
boys.  Most grew up with them and never saw them angry with each other.  It
became an accepted fact where you found Waddie you'd find Gip and if you
saw Gip you knew Waddie wasn't far behind.  The boys kept their word.
Anytime one of them got picked on if they went to Waddie and Gip, it never
happened again.  They stuck together.  They were similar to the way Buck
and Morgan had been except they did things their own way.  They constantly
had six to twelve kids running along behind them most of the time.  Either
at Gip's and sometimes at Morgan's with Waddie.  They like to have driven
Judy nuts.  Waddie didn't give a shit.  She deserved it, far as he was
concerned.  She did a lot worse to him.

Buck and Dan were even more impressed by all the parents that came to them
individually to thank them for inviting their little boy or girl to their
party.  They're not afraid to go to school now because of Gip and Waddie,
in fact, they're looking forward to it.  Then they told Buck and Dan what
Gip and Waddie had told the kids.  The two men couldn't stop slapping each
other on the back they were so proud. They went around to all their family
members and told them. Linda Sue and Jimmy Sue shed a tear or two.

The boys insisted on carrying their own saddles to the tack room that Buck
and Dan built off the new barn.  It was really nice and could hold a lot of
tack and saddles.  It smelled wonderful of saddle soap and leather.  Waddie
and Gip would laugh for years.  They both got boners every time they walked
into Dad Dan's tack room.

The day came to an end and Gip wanted Waddie to stay over but his Uncle
Buck insisted he go with them he had one other small present for Waddie.
Waddie was tired and almost went to sleep on the way back to his Uncle
Buck's and Aunt Linda's.  Waddie didn't ask where this special present was.
Hell, he'd gotten enough for the day to last him thirty birthdays, he
thought.  They went into the house for a few minutes and his Uncle Buck
hugged and kissed his aunt.  Then she hugged and kissed Waddie and wished
him a happy birthday.  He kissed her back and told her he loved her.  Then
Uncle Buck was gonna' take him home to the Claymore's.

They arrived at the Claymores and Waddie was quiet.  For all the joy he
experienced that day he hated to let go of his uncle again.  Ma and Pa
Claymore came and greeted them and again wished him a happy
birthday. Waddie thanked them again for their wonderful present.  Buck
grabbed him and carried him up stairs.

"Woah, Cowboy! I could swear you were considerably lighter ten months ago.
Another six months and Uncle Buck ain't gonna' be picking you up no more.
You're getting big, Son."

"Guess I didn't appreciate it as much as I do now, Uncle Buck.  Makes me
feel special when you pick me up and carry me.  Better get it in while you
can.  Six more months ought a' do it."  Buck laughed remembering Waddie's
first night in the house with him picking him up like this and carrying him
upstairs.

"Tired, Buckaroo?"  asked Buck.

"A little, Uncle Buck."  Waddie answered resigned to losing his uncle one
more time.

"You haven't ask me about my present."

"Aww, Uncle Buck, I don't need no more presents.  You're enough for me,
just having you here for a little bit, talking to you is all I need. I'm
grateful for that."

"Well, it really isn't a present it's more like a personal gift."

"Okay, but I got enough stuff today.  Don't need no more stuff."

"If you could have anything you wanted tonight, what would it be?"

"Another you to sleep with me and hold me."

"Miss me that bad, Cowboy?"

"Powerful bad, Uncle Buck."  Waddie leaned against his uncle and Buck put
his arm around him.

"What if you could have the real thing tonight?"

"That'ud be the best birthday present I got all day.  I'd trade that pony
and saddle for that, Uncle Buck."  Buck wasn't counting on that response
and almost lost it.

"We'll that's your gift for tonight, Cowboy.  I'm gonna' stay the night
with you. It was your Aunt Linda's idea. She thought her two men needed a
night together."

Waddie jumped up and grabbed Buck around the neck and started crying.

"I try so hard to not be selfish Uncle Buck but I miss you so damn much.  I
love Gip and Dad Dan but they ain't my Uncle Buck. I know I'm with you and
Aunt Linda most every day and it's selfish of me to want more but something
in me can't help it.  I don't know what it is. Whatever it is, I can't seem
to turn it off.  I'm so happy you're gonna' stay the night Uncle Buck.  I
love you so much."

"No more'n I love you, Cowboy.  I've missed you, too.  I lay awake at
night, tossing and turning, feeling empty `cause I don't have my little
buddy in my arms and your Aunt Linda will tell me she knows I'm hurting for
my buddy.  Why don't you come over there and live with us?  We got a couple
of extra bedrooms and we could fix one up for you. I couldn't sleep with
you every night but we'd be closer to each other.  We'd be living together.
I wouldn't have to take you home every evening."

"You sure I wouldn't be in the way?"

"You're never in the way, Little Man.  You're the center of our lives,
Waddie.  Your aunt and I came back from our honeymoon three days early
`cause we missed you.  We'd love to have you.  We've wondered why you
haven't ask before now.  We hoped you might wanna' come live with us."

"I didn't know I was suppose to ask, Uncle Buck.  Hell, I'm only six years
old.  I don't know what I'm suppose to do.  Do you have any idea how scared
I was today?  I was so afraid I'd do something wrong to make you, Aunt
Linda Sue, Dad Dan and Momma Sue and most of all my buddy ashamed of me."

"You didn't.  We were very proud of you.  Dan thinks you're the greatest
thing since sliced bread.  You did all the leading today and Gip followed.
He was smart enough to trust his buddy's instincts and you couldn't of made
Dan and me more proud.  But, you're right, Cowboy.  Honestly, sometimes the
way you think and the ideas you come up with are pretty damn good.  Who was
it got the idea in their head for me to run for sheriff?  Weren't no grown
up.  I forget sometimes that you're only six years old.  I talk to you like
you're one of my buddies.  When you're with me you're just my buddy.  You
don't have an age.  I forget, Cowboy. That's my fault and I apologize. I'm
sorry.

We should have done the asking but I'm doing it now.  You don't have to
make up your mind right away. Think about it. Let's sleep on it
tonight. Then whatever you decide, I'll go along with but I want you to
know this, if'n you do decided to come live with us you'd make one old
buckaroo awful damn happy.  I know a pretty lady you'd make very happy,
too.  Your Aunt Linda has bugged me for two weeks to ask you why you don't
want to come stay with us.

Dumb me!  I was waiting for it to be your idea like I told you to do with
Gip.  Now I realize that's altogether different than asking someone to come
live with you.  That don't take no warming up to.  Reaching down between
another man's legs and grabbing a big old handful,... well, that's another
thing.  Let's shower and get ready for bed and your Uncle Buck ain't gonna'
let loose of you all night."

They showered together but Buck couldn't get the spirit out of Waddie he
had before.  He was more quiet, serious and didn't care to joke too
much. The couple of wise cracks Buck made to test the water fell flat.
Buck had seen this before but not for a long time.  He was afraid Waddie
was starting to give up again.  He couldn't get him to talk about anything.

For a kid who had just gotten a roping pony and a brand new saddle he
seemed awfully low.  But Buck realized that `things' didn't mean as much to
Waddie as they did other folks.  Waddie invested in people and Buck was
afraid he was beginning to feel short changed.  He kept telling Buck he was
fine.  He was just tired; he'd be okay in the morning.  Not to be upset, he
was glad Buck was there.  More than glad!  He was thrilled Buck was there.

They got into bed, Buck pulled Waddie close and held him.  Waddie didn't
reach up to kiss Buck like he usually did and Buck didn't know what to do.
He was about to panic when Waddie spoke.

"It's good to feel you next to me again, Uncle Buck.  This is the best
present of all."

"Well, then, is there a possibility I could get a kiss from my cowboy?"

"Sure, Uncle Buck, I'm sorry.  I was thinking about other things, I guess."
Waddie reached up and kissed his uncle gently and once again melted with
the gentleness of the big man's kiss."

"Happy birthday, Buckaroo.  Seems like the world is weighing heavy on your
heart tonight, Cowboy," Buck said softly as he stole another kiss from
Waddie, "Don't shut me out, Darlin,' you're breaking your old uncle's
heart.  I thought we could tell each other anything?  What's bothering you,
Sweet baby?"

"Oh, I don't know, Uncle Buck, I guess I just began to see life today as
one big `takeaway.'  I should be really happy but it's hard for me to look
at getting things the way other kids do.  Gip is thrilled but I look at
them as just something else to be taken away from me.  Just when I think
it's okay to feel safe I get something I love taken away and I wonder why
Mr. Urial didn't tell me about that part of life.  I don't think I would've
come back, Uncle Buck, if I knew how hard that part was gonna' be."

"You mean you feel I've being taken away from you?"

"Think about it, Uncle Buck.  Going from laying next to your every night
for ten months like this, knowing if I woke up in the night I could feel
you close to me.  I'd feel safe, secure and loved. Something I ain't never
had before in my life `til you came along.  To go from that to sleeping by
myself again was harder than I thought it would be.  But it's not your
fault.  It's just the way life is!

I lost all trust before and I'm almost to the point I don't wanna' trust
anything or anyone anymore because of how life is.  I know that ain't
really fair to you `cause all our lives change and go on but those things
seem harder for me than they do other folks and I don't understand why.
You're older and know about these things. It's like everyone else in the
pool knows how to swim and I don't.

It just seems like life is one disappointment after another.  I thought
that was all behind me when I decided to come back.  If I come over there
and live with you and Aunt Linda the both of you are gonna' be taken away
from me in September when I have to go back to that hell hole of Morgan's."

"You don't have to.  He said he wouldn't force you.  He'd let you live with
Linda and I."

"You don't understand, Uncle Buck.  I have to go back to Morgan's. I don't
have a choice, Mr. Urial said I had to go back.  He came and appeared to
Gip and me the night you and Aunt Linda left on your honeymoon. Like ta'
scared the shit out a' Gip."

"What did he tell you this time?"

"He wanted to meet Gip and tell me God said it was all right to share with
Gip some of the things he told me was gonna' happen.  He told Gip some
things too."

"Is there something about you I don't know, Waddie?"

"Yes Sir."  Waddie said softly.

"And,...you can't tell me?"

"No Sir."

"But now Gip knows?"

"Yes Sir.  Don't ask me no more questions, Uncle Buck. You no I won't lie
to you and I don't want to refuse to answer you because that ain't right
either.

"Then I get the idea that you have to live according to the way you were
suppose to live if you didn't know what you know?"

"Yes Sir."  Waddie surprised Buck by answering that question.

"Then why did Urial tell you in the first place?  Seems to me that was a
lot to ask of a five or six year old boy."

"He knew I wouldn't come back if he didn't. His Boss told him to tell me.
I thought I was trapped at Morgan's for the rest of my life and, right now,
I'd choose to go back to God if I had no hope of escaping those son's of
bitches. It was part of the agreement if I came back.  It's something I
wanted to live for.  Gip was a big part of that and his parents, too.  I
guess I'm just feeling down because I feel like I did when I saw the only
way out of that closet at Morgan's was to die and now I'm asking myself if
it's all really worth it?  I still have to go through a bunch more beatings
from Morgan for shit I didn't do.  The thing that hurts the worst is he's
never doubted those three son of bitches he has living in that house."

"Waddie, you shouldn't say something like that about your ma."

"Do you really think a mother would throw out all her kids clothes and toys
when he was recovering in the hospital.  You look at me and tell me from
the honesty of your heart, Uncle Buck, does she deserve my respect as a
mother?  Has it ever occurred to you that she just may not- Oh, never
mind."  Buck just hung his head. He knew the kid was right.  Buck tried to
figured out what the rest of Waddie's sentence and wondered why he didn't
finish.

"Okay, that's a prime example of why I don't think of you as a six year
old.  You've thought this whole thing out and you make more sense than most
adults.  Have to be honest, though, sometimes I think you're fudging with a
little divine guidance.  I agree Judy doesn't deserve your respect but,
Waddie, don't push me out. Other than Gip, I'm your best buddy.  I'm your
God father for cries sake!  You know you can share anything with me and it
won't go no further.  I'll never put you down for talking to me about
anything.  Might tell you I don't agree with something and you better
seriously re-think it for your own good.  Even then I won't tell you what
to do nor beat you when you make a small mistake.  I know it can't be like
before but maybe if you came and lived the rest of the summer with Linda
Sue and I it would help.  You have to know we both love you, Sweet baby."

"I know, Uncle Buck, but if a man ain't never tasted ice cream he won't
miss it if he never had it, right?"

"Right."

"Well,... if I don't get use to living with you and Aunt Linda then it
won't be hard for me to give up to go back to Morgan's."

"Okay, I understand, that makes sense.  Don't you love your dad, anymore."

"You know I do, Uncle Buck, but he's going to kill my love for him over
time. Just something else I'll have taken away from me."

"Would it help if I came over and spent one night a week with you?"

"It would and it wouldn't, Uncle Buck."

"Lemme' see if I can get this one.  You'd love to have me come stay one
night a week but it's only gonna' be tougher when you go back to Morgan's.

"You know, I tell folks my Uncle Buck's a smart man."  It was the first
giggle Buck had gotten out of Waddie all evening.  He saw hope.

"So, you'd rather gut it out without me, huh, Cowboy?"

"Oh hell, no, Uncle Buck!  I'm weak!  You ain't dealing with a six year old
hero here.  I'll take what I can get.  Getting a little of you is better
than none at all and you can tell Aunt Linda it's only for a little while.
Until the first of September.  I'd be grateful to you and Aunt Linda for
one night a week.  Gimme' something to look forward to.  I ain't trying to
come in between you and Aunt Linda and I'll be happy to tell you why."

"Why, Cowboy?"

"I come to realize what you told me at the wedding was true."

"What's `at?"

"I always did love her more'n you."

Buck walked right into that one with his guard down. He didn't see it
coming. The kid was getting good!  Then Waddie really did start to giggle.
He didn't get one by his uncle too often but when he did, they were lethal
and he felt he had the right to enjoy it.  His uncle tickled him and made
him giggle more. They wrestled around the big bed and Waddie finally
hollered `calf rope' for Buck to stop. He settled down and looked at his
uncle.  It was a look of the purest love Buck had ever seen on a human face
in his life and it shook him to his foundation. The thought crossed his
mind, `God and Morgan forgive me!  I want this child for my own.'

Buck did something he'd never done before with Waddie.  They were looking
at each other in the moonlight, he slowly leaned down and kissed Waddie on
the mouth; not with a goodnight kiss they usually gave each other but the
kiss of a man deeply in love with another.  Waddie didn't push him away,
nor feel the least bashful about receiving this new kiss from his uncle.
He knew where it was coming from and he responded just enough to let Buck
know it was all right with him, he understood.  He was comfortable with it
and Buck was welcome.

Buck took Waddie in his huge arms and cradled him continuing the kiss.  It
was what Waddie needed at that moment and Buck sensed it.  He needed Buck's
deep love reaffirmed and poured into him.  Before he had received it in
bulk.  Now he understood he would receive it in quality moments, but it
would be different.  It would be like the difference in regular gas and
premium.  For ten months his engine had been running on regular now his
uncle was pouring into him premium.  It was considerably more powerful in
it's get up and go.  It surely must have been leaded `cause it made both
their dicks rock hard.

Buck continued to make love to Waddie with all the passion of a lover but
without the touching and other foreplay.  It wasn't a prelude to sex and
Waddie knew it.  Buck never intended it to be more than what it was and
Waddie had no misunderstanding about it.  Buck stopped and took his hand to
push away the hair on Waddie's forehead and looked at him.

"Thanks, Uncle Buck.  That helped heaps.  Don't worry none, you've got your
sweet baby back again.  And yes, if Aunt Linda could give you up one night
a week `til the first of September I would love it.  Now, let's get some
sleep. We gotta' go out there and help them clean up tomorrow."

They lay down in their usual position with Waddie's backside pulled up
tight to Bucks front.  Buck's old dick was still stiff as a board.  Waddie
reached around behind him and shoved it between his little legs and closed
his legs around it to keep it warm. It still stuck out in front of Waddie a
good six inches.  It was exactly the same length sticking through his legs
as his was hard.  The heads came right together and Waddie's rested on top
of Buck's.

"Thank you, Sweet baby, that'll keep that old thing warm all night.
Probably keep it hard all night, too."  He added then they both giggled.
Waddie turned his head up and they exchanged their usual gentle, loving,
nightly kiss.  But it was different that night.  They both felt it and knew
it.  Waddie had reached a new plateau in his development.  He learned he
could count on those he loved but he had to stand on his own two feet.  He
couldn't always depend on Uncle Buck to be there every time his nose needed
wiping. He knew he had to let his uncle go and he was ready but Buck had
saved the day by letting him know he would never desert him. Waddie
realized he had to let his uncle go so his uncle could become his dad.

"Dad Dan and I was so proud of you and Gip.  All those families came and
told us what you and Gip told those kids.  That was really special and I
know you meant it.  You know what it's like to live with fear and you don't
want them to have to.  It's like I told you before, when you start thinking
about other folks instead of yourself then you know you're growing up.
You're growing up fast, Cowboy.  I love you."

"I love you too, Dad."


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The next morning things looked a little brighter for Waddie and he felt
wonderful.  His uncle was very attentive to him to see what kind of mood he
was in.  Waddie knew it and played with Buck.

"Quit looking at me like I'm a member of the lollipop guild."  Buck
laughed.  He never knew what was coming out of that mouth.  "I'm better
this morning.  After a night sleeping with my buddy I'm ready to leap
buildings with a single bound.  I was tired last night and you being here
got me feeling sorry for myself and I apologize.  I won't deny when I'm
tired or down I don't think of those things but I try hard not too.

If I was to be real honest with you I guess I was hurt `cause you and Aunt
Linda didn't ask me to stay with you.  I don't know no better and I want to
try to push people away that I feel hurt me whether it's real or I imagined
it.  Does that make any sense to you, Uncle Buck?"

"Makes a hell of a lot of sense and you're not alone, Cowboy.  I do the
same damn thing.  I try hard not to but I'll get my feelings hurt about
something and I have a tendency to want to cut that person out or punish
them by not responding to them like I usually do.  Look, Waddie, don't be
so damn hard on yourself.  This wasn't your fault.  I accept full
responsibility for not asking you to stay with us before now.  I thought
I'd give you the choice but now I think, `how stupid can I be'?  If you
don't give the kid a choice to begin with, he doesn't have a choice to
make.'  I didn't give you a choice I just waited to see if you'd ask to
come stay with us.  I should have known better, Baby, `cause I'm an adult
and suppose to know about these things.  But, Waddie, when it comes to
matters of the heart, you got this old boy beat by a country mile.  You
have a direct line on how the heart's suppose to work and you want to know
why when it doesn't.  That's only one of the reasons I love you."

"Is the offer still open, Uncle Buck?"

"Of course it is, you know it is.  Linda Sue would be all over you if you
decided to stay the rest of the summer with us and I couldn't be happier."

"Well, it doesn't make sense taking you away from Aunt Linda one night a
week when I could have the both of you in the same house with me.  If you
don't think I'd be in the way, I'd love to."

"Great!  I'll tell mom to pack your things and later today you can pick out
your room and we'll get it set up for you."  Buck hugged Waddie, "Uncle's
make mistakes, too, Darlin.' I'm just glad you're a forgiving little cuss
and can try to overlook my stupidity."

"It'll be a stretch, Uncle Buck, but I think I can do it."  Waddie giggled
and Buck tickled him to get him really going.  Waddie looked at him again
with the same love he had the night before,

"Maybe your uncle makes mistakes, mine damn sure don't, and the last thing
my uncle is, is stupid.  I got me the smartest, best looking, Goddamn uncle
in the state of Texas; bar none!"

"Gimme' a kiss, buddy.  We'll seal this deal!"  He didn't have to beg his
nephew.  It was as good or better kiss than the night before.  They broke
apart and held each other for the longest time.

"That makes it a lot better, Uncle Buck. You're a great deal sealer.  You
can seal any deal I make, pardner.  I love you, Uncle Buck."

"You gotta' know I love you, Cowboy, with all my heart."

"I do, but I think too much for my own damn good.  I build up things in my
mind that maybe don't exist and end up hurting myself.  I haven't had a lot
of experience loving and being loved, Uncle Buck, I'm a' shoot'n from the
hip, pardner."

"You got a pretty deadly aim, pardner.  You got me and your Aunt Linda
right through the heart."  Buck pretended he'd been shot and fell over on
the bed.  Waddie giggled with glee at his uncle's silliness. "I don't know
what you did to Aunt Agatha but I think you unloaded both barrels on her.
Damn, that woman fell for you, big time.  We got a bus ticket in the mail
for you for the last week in July, if you still want to go."

"I do, Uncle Buck.  Maybe Aunt Agatha can help me with some or these
things; help me understand better."

"Somehow, Cowboy, I have no doubt that lady could.  Do you good to get away
and take a trip by yourself.  You're old enough to make the trip by
yourself."

"I think I'd like that, Uncle Buck."

"Come'mon, Cowboy.  Let's pick up Aunt Linda, head `em up an move `em out
to the ranch to report for clean up duty.  We can get a good look at your
new pony, too."

Buck told Ma Claymore they'd be back for Waddie's things later that day.
Could she pack a few things and they'd pick up the rest as she had time to
get them together.  Waddie was coming to stay with his uncle and aunt.  Ma
Claymore shed a tear as she hugged, Waddie.

"Oh Lord, Son.  I'm gonna' miss you but I know I'll see you again.  I'm so
happy for you."

"Don't cry Ma Claymore.  I love you and Pa Claymore more'n anything.  It
was Uncle Buck!  He said he'd put me over his knee if'n I didn't come stay
with them."  Ma Claymore laughed, she knew better.

"That's right, Cowboy.  Make me the heavy.  Truth is Ma I got down on my
knees and begged him to come stay with us.  He told me he was happy right
here with Ma and Pa Claymore."

"That's right, Ma Claymore."

"Oh, you two...."  Ma Claymore wave her apron at her two boys, "get on with
ya' and say `hello' to Linda Sue for me."

"We will Ma.  Love ya'" Buck allowed as he kissed her on the cheek.

"You boys have fun, now, ya' hear."

"Will will Ma. See ya' later, Sweet heart" Buck waved as they went out the
door.


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That day was more like a birthday to Waddie.  Gip told him the same
thing. They even got to eat more ice cream and cake.  It didn't take them
any time to clean up from the party and then the boys got to inspect the
colts closely.  Dad Dan said they should be gelded soon `cause geldings
make smarter and more gentle roping ponies.  Most times they don't grow so
large either.  Gip and Waddie inspected the ponies closely and couldn't
find anything different on them. They were to choose which one they wanted
but there had to be a distinguishing mark to tell them apart.

On one of them's hind quarter the brown patch went up more to a point than
the other. It was rounded off on the other.  They all could see it and tell
the difference.  That was the only thing and it wasn't that noticeable
unless you really looked and studied them like the boys did.  Now they
could tell them apart instantly.

Waddie let Gip choose the one he wanted.  Gip didn't like that idea.  He
wanted Buck to flip a quarter.  If it was heads he took the pointed one if
it was tails he took the rounded one and Waddie took the other.  Waddie
like that and agreed.  Buck flipped a quarter and it was heads.  Gip took
the pointed patch.  Waddie was just as happy to have the other.  He kinda
like it better anyway.  It seemed to like him best and he was beginning to
communicate with it mentally.

"What are you gonna' name `em.  Thought about that?" Dan asked.

"Yes Sir.  Let me talk to my brother for a minute, Dad." Gip replied.

Gip put his arm around Waddie with his hand resting lightly on his shoulder
as the two boys walked away from the men.  Buck smiled real big at Dan and
he just shook his head.  They both chuckled at the boys in conference.
They knew something unusual but right would coming out of this meeting of
the minds. They could barely stand the suspense.

"You thought of any names, Buddy?"  Gip asked Waddie.

"I thought about it but I couldn't come up with much of anything.  I did
think about the

"Wizard of Oz" and calling `em `Scarecrow and Tin Man.'

"I like that, Waddie.  All I came up with was two Indian Chief names,
`Geronimo and Cochise.'

"Oh fuck! I like that a hell of a lot better'n what I came up with.  That's
it!  Which name do you want little brother?"

"Buck's quarter?"  They shook hands and headed back to Buck and Dan "Heads
you get Geronimo, tails you get Cochise." Gip whispered to Waddie.  He
agreed.

"Flip your quarter Uncle Buck, please."  asked Gip.  It came up heads.

"Waddie's is `Geronimo' and mine's `Chochise.'" Gip announced to the two
men.

Dan looked at Buck and both their mouths dropped open, then they
congratulated the two boys on their choice of names.  The men like those
names a lot.

"Don't think I could've come up with better, you Buck?"

"Perfect names for `em.  Two great Chiefs. No, I wouldn't have thought of
that."

Dan said they could start walking them getting them use to bridle and bit
but he didn't want them saddled until after they were gelded.  That was
fine with the boys. They wanted to really get to know the ponies before
they even attempted to saddle them.  They walked those ponies by the hour.
They even started getting them to come to them by calling their name.

Waddie used a little whistle he could make and taught Gip how to do it.
They could make them come by their individual whistles. And they spoiled
them rotten.  Every time they went out there they'd hide and apple of
carrot on them and those ponies would pester the shit out of them until
they found their treat.  Once in a while one of the boys would have teeth
marks on his butt `cause he couldn't get the apple out of his back pocket
fast enough and the pony took pocket and all.

Dan asked Waddie if he wanted to keep his pony at Morgan's with Buck's.
Waddie asked Dad Dan if he could leave it with them.  Dan was happy to keep
his colt but wanted to give him the option.  Waddie felt if they were going
to be a team they shouldn't be broken up.  Dan agreed.  That wasn't the
only reason and Gip and the two men knew Waddie's fears.  He knew Willie
wouldn't harm Buck's ponies because he probably would be skinned alive if
he did.  Buck was a good man but he did have a reputation around town of
being his own justice.  It was just easier and much safer to be Buck's
friend.


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Buck and Linda Sue fixed up the largest room upstairs that had its own bath
with a shower stall.  It was unusual to find such modern conveniences in an
old farm house but who ever lived there before put some money in the
bathrooms.  It truly was a luxury in an older home.  Waddie was thrilled.
Buck and Linda Sue couldn't have been happier to have him there.  He tried
to stay out of their way as much as possible and give them their space.  He
stayed in his room and read or played with some of the games he got for his
birthday.

Linda Sue or Buck usually had to get him to be with them in the evening.
He was finding it hard to work them into his schedule.  Waddie was either
going to the Justins to work with his pony or Gip and he were together.  He
stayed a lot with the Justins and he and Gip would walk over to Morgan's
barn and take care of Buck's ponies when Morgan was on his train runs. He
and Gip were becoming closer.  Gip idolized Waddie and Waddie worked hard
to be the brother and buddy Gip needed.  He didn't have to work too hard.
Loving Gip came so easy for him he would become anything Gip wanted him to
be.


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The last week in July came and he boarded a bus to go to Dallas to visit
Aunt Agatha. It was a long trip but he looked at a magazine he brought
along and looked at the scenery.  He decided to take a nap and was still
asleep when the bus pulled into the Dallas station.  When he didn't get off
the bus Aunt Agatha asked the driver if he had pickup a young boy traveling
by himself.

"Yes Ma'am, didn't he get off?"

"No sir. Would you check for me, please?"  The driver walked back and found
him sound asleep.

"Wake up, young man, were in Dallas."  Waddie woke up and rubbed his eyes
and got off the bus into Aunt Agatha's waiting arms.  He apologized for
being asleep and she thought that was amusing.  Aunt Agatha was so glad to
see him and her daughter Zelma drove him and Aunt Agatha to her home. They
had the guest bedroom all ready for him and Aunt Agatha unpacked his small
bag and put his things away.  Aunt Agatha was alone with him in his room
and she sat on his bed to talk to him briefly.

"I'm so glad you came, Waddie.  Let me tell you about my daughters.  We
will have dinner with them tonight.  They're cooking for us tonight a
special welcome dinner for you.  They know nothing.  I didn't know how much
you wanted me to share with anyone so I haven't shared anything with
anyone.  They just know that you're Mr. Claymore's God son.  I know you
will be guarded with them and I advise you to be careful.  While they
appear to be gracious and charming they pick up on the slightest thing.
They've been after me all month why I wanted you to visit and I've told
them I find you a bright, intelligent, well mannered and a charming young
man.  Which I do, Waddie, so I haven't lied to them.  They just don't know
what you and I know and they don't need to.  I have no fears, I know you'll
do fine and have them eating out of your hand before the evenings over.
Then you and I can chat for a while.  In the meantime we have a few
minutes.  Tell me how you've been?"

"Good Aunt Agatha.  Better now that I'm living with Uncle Buck and Aunt
Linda."

"That's good, Waddie . . . that's good that you refer to them as uncle and
aunt.  It won't help the girls any."  Then she giggled like a school girl
and she was so joyful Waddie had to laugh with her.

"I've been busy with my brother and his family. I spend a lot of time with
them and I try to give Uncle Buck and Aunt Linda their space and privacy.
I don't want to get in the way or become a nuisance to them."

"I doubt seriously you would ever become a nuisance to them, child.  I
watched your uncle pick you up in the wedding to make a special effort to
show you love to make you feel included.  I also saw the look in my niece's
eyes when you spoke to her and there was nothing but love.  I think they
both adore you.  Linda Sue goes on and on about you.  One day she ask me
about the coincidence of your birthday being the same as her baby's.  I
assured her it was just that.  Only a coincidence and it occurred to me as
well.  I told her I wasn't positive but I believe Mr. Lovejoy said Waddie
was born in Waco where his wife has relatives.  I didn't lie because I told
her I wasn't positive."  They both laughed at her deception.

"I appreciate that Aunt Agatha.  I was concerned she might become
suspicious but I think she's sort of given up hope of ever seeing her boy
again.  I think it would never occur to her, she was holding him in her
arms.  I don't look anything like my dad Lovejoy but people tell me I look
a lot like my Uncle Buck. In fact a lot of people in town call me Buck Jr."
There came a quiet knock at the door.

"Yes?"  Aunt Agatha asked.  The door slowly opened just a bit and Clara
spoke to them.

"We have dinner ready, Mother."

"Fine. Thank you, Clara, we'll be along in a minute.  Well, Waddie, I'll
leave you to wash up for dinner.  The bath is right there and you'll find
towels laid out for you.  Give Aunt Agatha a hug and a kiss.  I'm so glad
you're here, my love, we'll talk more after dinner.  I have a feeling you
have some things to ask me."

"I sure do, Aunt Agatha, and I've been looking forward to visiting with you
to ask your guidance in some things.  My angel confirmed that he had indeed
sent you to me.  I'll tell you all about that."  Waddie hugged and kissed
his Aunt and she left.  He washed his face and hands real well and went in
to join them for dinner.

They had a wonderful dinner and he politely answered all the sister's
questions with no free giveaways.  He mainly talked about his and his
brother's birthday party and the wonderful gifts his brother's dad, Dad
Dan, and his Uncle Buck gave them; the two roping ponies and the junior
saddles.

Waddie went on and on about training the ponies and Aunt Agatha was quite
enchanted with his knowledge of horses and the influence of Gip's dad and
Buck on the boy.  The sisters only saw it as boring cowboy talk about
animals and tuned out most of it.  Aunt Agatha thought it was funny and
would ask him intelligent question about his interest in roping.

After dessert, Waddie graciously thanked both the ladies for an especially
wonderful meal and he hadn't eaten better prepared food anywhere. It was
very good.  Aunt Agatha beamed at him.  She knew exactly what he was doing
and was proud of him.  The two women melted under his charms and were all
aglow.  He gave each a hug in thanks.  That did it!  Now they knew exactly
why their mother had the boy visit.  He's a delight.  She was quite right.
They will have a great time together and they did!

After dinner, Aunt Agatha invited Waddie into her parlor and sewing room.
The girls had left her a little pot of tea.  The sisters said their
goodnights and left them alone.  Aunt Agatha drank a bit of her tea and
reached under her sewing cabinet and pulled out two small glasses on small
stems and a dark, square bottle.  She poured two small glasses of a deep
red colored liquid and handed Waddie one.  She told him to wait before he
tried it.

"This is our secret.  The girls don't know I have this.  I make it about
twice a year.  It's my grandmother's recipe for cherry cordial.  You are
not to tell anyone you had this with me.  It has a bit of alcohol in it but
a small amount won't hurt you and will make you have the most peaceful
sleep.  Sip it slowly to enjoy it."

She clicked his small glass in toast and Waddie took a sip. It was sweet
and delicious but it had an after burn that made him warm as it went down
his throat.  He sat his aside and told her it was wonderful and thanked her
for sharing her secret and the cordial.  She smiled.

Waddie told her about Mr. Urial's visit to him and Gip the night of his
uncle's and aunt's wedding to confirm that Aunt Agatha had indeed been sent
to help him.  The angel wanted to meet his brother Gip and because Gip was
willing to understand why Waddie couldn't tell him about what Aunt Agatha
knew about his birthmark, God told the angel to give him permission to tell
Gip so he would have a close friend at home to help him.

Aunt Agatha was agog.  She knew he was telling her the truth especially
when he said the angel told Gip, since he would know what Aunt Agatha all
ready knew he could come with Waddie to visit if his parents would allow
him to.  Gip asked his parents and they felt next time maybe but that
Waddie should have his first visit alone with his aunt.

"They are wise and good people, Waddie, I could tell by their son.  He has
a good heart and a strong soul.  You couldn't have a finer young man for a
friend and brother."

"I'm glad I have this opportunity to be alone with you because there are
some things that Gip doesn't know and maybe doesn't need to know that I
need to share with you.  Things you would understand and give me advise."

"I don't make it a habit of giving advise.  I usually discuss options a
person might have and expect them to choose the best option for themselves.
I have no doubt you will choose the right options for you.  What sort of
thing do you have to share with me, Dear."

"One isn't nice Aunt Agatha and you're going to be disappointed when I tell
you.  Perhaps, even cry but it's all right, I'll understand."  Agatha
looked at her great nephew with great love in her eyes at his innocent
compassion for her.

"What could be so bad, Child?"

"Aunt Linda won't be able to have any more children."

"Oh Lord in heaven!  Dear God!  You're so right, my Dear," Aunt Agatha
spoke as she wiped a tear away, " that is devastating news and it will be
so painful to her but eventually she'll have you.  Do you think this is
God's punishment for going against her husband's wishes?  Has anything been
said, Waddie?"

"No Ma'am.  But I get the feeling that God wants all her devotion and Uncle
Buck's as well to be given to me and my brother. It also has something to
do with them playing a larger role in the community as understanding people
who wanted something out of life and was only got it as a miracle.  I
didn't ask for that Aunt Agatha."  Waddie looked down.

"Of course you didn't, Dear, I know you didn't!  It's not your fault. We
may never know the reason but it's not ours to question."

"I'd love to have a little brother or sister but in a way, I will have
anyway."

"You mean with your brother?"

"No Ma'am.  My dad Morgan Lovejoy's wife who hates me will have two
children my tenth and eleventh year, a boy and a girl, and they can't be by
my dad because he can't have children."

"Oh my Lord, Child, does it get any worse?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Don't tell me anymore for right now.  We have lots of time to go into
other things but lets take a couple at a time and discuss how you feel and
what you anticipate will happen."

Aunt Agatha and Waddie talked for several hours.  Waddie made sure he only
sipped a tiny bit of the cherry cordial at a time.  It had it's desired
effect he could barely hold his eyes open.  Aunt Agatha took him to his
bedroom and asked him it he needed help getting into bed.  Waddie was so
loose he decided it might be a pretty good idea.

He had no inhibitions and Aunt Agatha seemed to revel in taking care of
him.  The little boy in him secretly enjoyed Aunt Agatha's attention.  He
even showed Aunt Agatha his cowboy boot birthmark.  She was impressed that
it really did look just like a cowboy boot.  When Aunt Agatha got a look at
his not so little pee-pee she chuckled.

"According to my niece and certain intimate details she's shared with me
about her husband, I'd say you are definitely your father's son, young
man."  They giggled together.  Aunt Agatha tucked him in and gave him a
kiss on his forehead.

"Sleep well, Dear.  I'm so glad you came.  We have a big day ahead of us
tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Aunt Agatha."

She had each day scheduled with entertainment and it was always different.
The next to last day she surprised Waddie. Told him to put on his cowboy
clothes they were going someplace special.  Matronly Aunt Agatha took her
nephew, with her two bored daughters, to the Ft. Worth Rodeo and stock
show.  Waddie explained a lot of things to Aunt Agatha and helped make her
taking him all the more enjoyable for her.

"Am I going to come to this rodeo someday and see you and your brother walk
away with the prize, young man?"

"If God has it in mind for us to do, I sure would like to, Aunt Agatha, and
with you to pray for me we've almost won all ready."  That got Waddie and
extra hug and a kiss.  It was all the thanks Aunt Agatha needed for taking
him to the rodeo.

He spent a wonderful week with Aunt Agatha and talked through many things.
She didn't tell him what to do.  She discussed every possibility with him
and left him with a number of options for each situation.  Agatha became so
enamored of Waddie she did something she only allowed one other child in
her life to do.  She told Waddie it would please here very much if he
wished to call her Auntie Boo.

Waddie returned home with much to tell of the fun and good times with his
aunt.  He was careful not to use the pet name he'd graciously been allowed
to call Agatha around his Aunt Linda Sue.  She had many question and ask
how he liked her Auntie Boo.  Buck , Linda Sue, Dad Dan, and Momma Sue
marveled at his maturity after his visit with Aunt Agatha.  It was like
Waddie had been transformed.

Buck had his little buddy back again and Waddie began to pour his love back
into the six people he loved most in his world.  Buck, Linda Sue, Gip, Dad
Dan, Momma Sue and Morgan; oh, yes, and Quinton too.  He knew that no
matter what happened he had a rock out there that he could call collect and
talk with anytime he pleased.  He didn't call often but when he did, his
Auntie Boo was overjoyed to hear from him.  God had sent him a beacon in
the night, a rock to tether his heart and soul to, a close friend and
confidant, his Auntie Boo.

He didn't tell anyone, except Gip, Agatha gave him permission to tell only
him, about the small glass of cherry cordial she allowed him every evening
after dinner.  He loved it and thought it was like a secret club initiation
right.  It bonded the two of them in a personal troth of friendship.  It
also made Waddie have some of the nastiest dreams about his brother and
Quinton.

One evening he shared with Gip what he dreamed that they did to poor
Quinton and Gip had to jack off twice while he told him his dream again.
Waddie let his brother jack him off as he told it one last time.  Gip
remembered that dream for years.  He made Waddie tell it to him many times
as they jacked each other off. He begged Waddie for them to do to Quinton
what he dreamed.

Waddie loved and respected Quinton but there came a day that Quinton
stepped over the line and the boys snapped.  Gip finally got to realize
Waddie's dream but it was not for ten years after the dream.  It happened
as a spontaneous thing that was not planned.  It was a gut reaction to
Quinton crossing the line of the boy's patience.


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


WADDIE'S DREAM

(Let your mind skip ahead to 1957 for this anecdote. The year of the
classic finned Chevy Belaire. The story will return to the 1940's beginning
the next chapter.  Don't worry, you'll be reminded)


The boys were sophomores in high school.  They had won every damn thing
there was to win in the junior rodeo competitions and they were so good
they wouldn't let them compete anymore.  So they were having to ride with
the big guns.  Uncle Quinton had become their roping coach.  He drilled
those boys by the hour. Day after day after day until they had major saddle
sores on their butts that really hurt.

"Goddamn it!  If you two want to be the best you got to practice `til you
get it right.  I don't want to hear about your damn saddle sores!  Real
cowboys wouldn't complain about a little ole saddle sore. They'd be out
there, rain or shine, round'n up them dogies.  Now, let's do it
again. Let's do it right this time.  You! Gip!  Trust your pony, he's got
more savvy `bout them cows than you or Waddie ever will. Waddie!  You!
Don't crowd your brother when make your catch, it only makes it harder on
him to make his catch."

Despite Quinton's put downs, Waddie and Gip had indeed become buckaroos by
that time.  They were long suffering, without complaining and took and took
Quinton's harassing and haranguing stoically. Quinton love them and if they
wanted to be first place, then, by God, he was going to push them until
they were.  He was the cowboy world's answer to a `stage door mother.'  But
pushy times ten!

Buck and Dan both tried to warn him.  "We know those boys, Quinton!
They'll take and take but there comes a time when they won't take
anymore. If you ever see Waddie turn to his brother and he looks like he's
trying to suck something out of his teeth,...run-for- your-Goddamn life!!
That's their signal to each other, "Get him!" and brother you don't even
want to be `gotten' by those two.  They won't hurt you but they'll sure as
hell put you to the test.

"Aww, they're good boys.  They tell me how much they appreciate me pushing
`em.  They love me. They wouldn't do nothing to me." Quinton boasted.

Buck slapped his leg and he and Dan were holding each other laughing at
Quinton.

"Quinton, you son of a bitch, we're trying to warn you. You're pushing
those boys too damn hard! You're my deputy and I want you at work come
Monday morning."  Buck told him still laughing, "We've seen `em in action
and take it from me I wouldn't push `em so hard if I were you.  You better
listen to Dan and me. You got `em right on the breaking point.  We know our
boys!  We've watched it happen to a lot bigger men than you."  Buck added
still laughing his ass off knowing what was going to happen. Quinton wasn't
going to listen to them.  They might as we'll be pissing in the wind.  Buck
just looked at Dan and shrugged his shoulders.

"He'll learn the hard way."  Dan said still laughing.  "Hope we're around
`cause they never plan it, it just snaps in `em.  I've seen that disgusted
look come over Waddie's face and him turn to Gip and barely smile, then
look like he's sucking something out of his tooth and whoever they're after
don't stand a snow ball's chance of get'n away."

Buck and Dan made sure they were around for the next several
afternoons. They knew what was coming and wouldn't miss it for the world.
The boys, Quinton, Morgan, Buck and Dan built Dan a complete new barn down
the other way from his other two barns.  They built a complete rodeo arena
and had bleachers on the side.  They actually held several rodeos there.
It was perfect for the boys to practice. The far end of the arena was the
back end of the barn.

It was a hot West Texas afternoon and Waddie and Gip were both wet from
sweating.  Their shirts were so wet it was keeping them cool.  Quinton was
in the middle of the arena flailing his arms about to make a point.  The
boys were on their ponies leaning on the saddle horns listening to same
lecture they'd heard over and over and over again.  Quinton was going on
and on and on. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, ...blah!

Slowly,...ever so slowly,...Waddie turned to Gip with the most disgusted
look on his face and just a hint of a smile.  Gip looked at Waddie, smiled
and waited.  He watched Waddie try to suck something out of his tooth.
Quinton saw this brief exchange and remembered all too late what Buck and
Dan had warned him several times about.

Quinton got a look or horror on his face, turned and started to run.  That
was his first mistake.  The ponys were so trained to chase anything running
Waddie was on top of Quinton in nothing flat.  Riding header he dropped his
rope around Quinton's shoulders, dallied his rope and Geronimo backed up
pulling the rope tight.  Gip didn't miss either.

He roped as heeler and caught both of Quinton's legs.  Cochise started
backing up and pulled Quinton off his feet.  Quinton couldn't move `cause
the ponies just kept backing up and tightening the ropes.  The boys jumped
off their ponies and ran to Quinton.  Waddie just nodded to his brother and
Gip had Quinton's feet tied.  It took Waddie only a few minutes more to tie
his hands.  Quinton was yelling at the top of his voice.

"You ungrateful little bastards!  You better turn me loose.  When your two
dads come out here and find you doing this to me their gonna' bust your
butts.  Lemme' loose and we'll just call it quits for today. Listen men,
maybe I was pushin' just a little too hard.  Let's talk about this.  You
really don't want to do this Uncle Quinton.  You know I love both you guys.
How could you do this to your uncle?  Come'mon guys you've had your laugh
now undo me an let me up."  Then he understood that this wasn't
playtime. These boys were serious.  He reacted as any man might that didn't
know exactly what his future was to be. "H...E...L...P!!  D...A...N!
B...U...C...K!"

Waddie just held out his hand to his brother and Gip knew exactly what he
wanted.  He took his big red bandana out of his back pocket and Waddie
waded it up to shut Quinton up. Quinton kept his mouth closed tight.  Gip
reached down and grabbed his balls through his jeans and applied pressure.
Quinton howled in pain and Waddie plugged his mouth.  Waddie took another
tether and tied it in place at the back of Quinton's head so he couldn't
spit it out.

Meanwhile, Buck and Dan heard the commotion and were laughing as they ran
to corner of the barn to look in the arena.  They knew it happened.

Waddie got back on Geronimo nodded to Gip and he took his catch rope off
Quinton's feet.  Then Gip ran to open the two big barn doors.  Buck and Dan
watched as Waddie slowly dragged Quinton into the barn behind Geronimo.
Dan wanted to rush right in an watch.

"No! No! Let's give `em a few minutes.  We can watch though these knot
holes.  Then after they get underway they won't care if we walk in and sit
down.  Hell, they wouldn't care if fifty people walked in; you wouldn't get
`em to stop no ways. The boys didn't see Dan nor Buck when they dragged
Quinton into the barn.  They wouldn't have cared anyway. They figured
Quinton had been duly warned.  He pushed it past their limit.  Now Quinton
was going to pay.

"There now.  That ought a' gentle our love pig down a might.  Don'cha
think, Brother?"

"I'd say you were a pretty damn good wrangler when it comes to handling a
big ornery porker like this one.  What are we gonna' name our new pig,
Brother?"

How `bout "Passion Flower?"

"Passion Flower!  I like that a lot, Brother." Gip laughed, he couldn't
help himself.  They were being so disrespectful to poor Quinton. Gip
couldn't help giggling he thought that name was so funny. "You think we'uns
could get any passion out a' this big boar."  Waddie broke up over Gip's
pun.

"Good one, Bro.  Damn good!"  Waddie laughed, "We can sure give it the old
cowboy try, Bro."

They strung Quinton up to a big hook the boys had installed in the barn
months before for just such an occasion.  It was high enough Quinton was
stretched but not uncomfortable

Then the boys took great delight in taking Quinton's boots off.  They'd
stand right in front of him passing each boot back and forth as they
sniffed deep and long into the shaft of his boot.  They weren't the least
bit embarrassed nor shy about their love for leather and boots.  Both were
wearing latigo leather working chaps. Waddie looked and pointed out the
snake in Quinton's pants.

"Damn Bro! That little green snake is just a' wiggling trying to get out of
them tight jeans.  You think he buy's `em that tight or puts `em on and
sits in a tub of hot water to make `em shrink?"  asked Waddie.

"Hell, I thought they sprayed `em on him.  Ain't never seen a passionate
pig with pants as tight as our Passion Flower wears `em.  He's got every
cunt in town dripping and them buns of his is enough to make any cowboy cry
in his bunk at night.  They look just ripe for eaten."  Gip pinched one
cheek and then the other to make Quinton jump twice. "See!  Bro?  They's
just be ripe enough!  Wanna' see that again?"

"Sure Bro!  He won't mind."  Gip pinched Quinton again on each ass cheek.
Quinton jumped a foot. "Damn Brother!  I'd say he was ripe enough." Waddie
was laughing at Gip pinching Quinton's ass, "The way that pig jumped,
Brother, I'd say he's very ripe!" Waddie pointed to Quinton's crotch.

"Damn Bro.  Look at that som'bitch!  Look how it's growing and wiggling to
get out."

The boys took his other boot off and did the same with it, except this time
they sniffed it together and look right in Quinton's eyes as they're doing
it.  Quinton is writhing making moaning sounds.

"Now, just you settle down`nair, Passion Flower, us pig wranglers'll take
care of you in a minute.  Us buckaroos know how to take care of a big
boar."

Gip broke up every time Waddie called Quinton, Passion Flower.  He thought
Waddie couldn't have picked a better name!

They flipped a coin to see who got to take his pants off.  Gip won the toss
and walked up to Quinton, undid his turkey platter, rodeo, belt buckle,
undid his jeans and quickly lowers them to his knees.  Then he pulls them
off.  Gip brings them around to Waddie and the two boys enjoy sniffing
Quinton's man smells from his fresh, hot pair of jeans. Right in front of
Quinton they cover both their heads with his jeans and breathe deeply.
Quinton watches as Waddie and Gip embrace for a good long, hot, passionate
kiss with Quinton's pants still over their heads.  Quinton suddenly felt
cheated.  He didn't know why.

Quinton's watching them sniff and smell everything.  His eyes keep getting
bigger and bigger.  Gip even sucks some of the pre-come from the crotch or
Quinton's pants.  Quinton see's this and his eyes go crazy as the boys
watch his dick grow to maximum salute.

The boys pay his dick no attention.  Gip goes around behind Quinton, turns
around with his back to Quinton's back. Reaches down and pulls his left leg
up between Gip's legs like a farrier about to shoe his pony.  Waddie hands
him one of Quinton's boots and Gip puts it back on.  Waddie does the same
with the other foot as Gip hands him Quinton's other boot.

Waddie takes his big blue bandana and ties it tight around Quinton's eyes
so's he can't see.  Quinton struggles and looks at Waddie with a look so
meant if it were a knife would cut Waddie's throat.  Then it turned to a
pleading look.  Waddie smiles at Quinton, puts the bandana over his eyes to
tie it in the back in a bow knot.  Waddie rams his tongue in Quinton's ear.
He tries to pull his head to the side away from Waddie.  Waddie grabs his
head in both hands and plants a big kiss right on his cheek. Quinton tries
to pull away again but Waddie has a hold of his head.

Waddie turns and sees Dad Dan and Buck standing in the side door of the
barn.  He motions for them to have a seat and puts his forefinger to his
lips for them to be quite.  The men sit on bails of hay but are laughing
their ass's off silently.

"Gip! Look who's here.  You folks wanna' take a seat.  Come on!  Come on!
We got room for all of you.  Just pick you out a bail of hay there.  Nice
to see you folks!  We're about to take care of a big bore.  He's a wrangler
that decided he wanted to become us buckaroo's love pig for the afternoon."
Waddie's trying to make Quinton think there are a number of people in the
barn.  Buck and Dan are going nuts. Waddie tells them they can laugh out
loud now.

"Can you folks back there in back see okay?"  Waddie asks the imaginary
crowd. "Stand on some hay bails if'n you can't see...that's right...that's
good."  Gip is going nuts.  Tears are rolling down his face. But he walks
up behind Quinton and with the flat of his hand smacks him one, really
hard, on his right butt cheek.  Quinton jumps again and moans real loud.

"Well, folks, my brother and me have named our passionate pig here, who is
really a big boar,..." much laugher from the two men, "We've named him
`Passion Flower.'  Buck slaps his leg and the four of them are doubled up
with laughter. Gip then slaps Quinton's other ass cheek pretty hard.
"Smack!"

"How many times we begged this big boar to give us a little taste, Bother?"
Waddie spoke loudly to Gip.

"I lost count at a dozen, Bro."  Gip giggled.

"Don't seem fair to me, a buckaroo's good looking as Passion Flower here
should be so damn stingy with his goodies.  Do you think, Brother?"  Waddie
asked Gip.

"I've been seeing that ass being waved in front of me as long's I can
remember.  It makes my mouth water sometimes just a' looking at it.  We've
both begged him over and over for a little taste of that butt...but, folks,
do you think he'd give us just a little taste?  No...he's saving it up for
some reason.  I think it's about time to take us what we want!  Right,
Brother?"

"I'd sure like a taste of that deputy pig dick, Brother."  Gip laughed.

"Deputy pig dick!  I like that, Brother.  Somehow it just fits our Passion
Flower.  You think we can make him whistle like a pig, Brother?"

"He ain't too good at whistling, Bro, but I've heard him grunt when he's
eating.  You'd swear it's a big ole hog sitting next to ya.'  We should
just get him a tough."  Waddie and Gip are having a good time while
Quinton's dick is rock hard.  Buck and Dan can't believe Quinton.  He has
to be enjoying this or he wouldn't be excited.

The support beams in the barn were just far enough apart to get a nice
spread on a buckaroo's legs so his legs would be spread apart just enough
to get to his back door with ease.  They tied one of Quinton's boots to
each post then stood back, looked, and admired their handy work.

"Now, Brother, we got our new love pig shoed you want to have the honor of
taming Passion Flower down a bit.  Maybe taking a little of the spunk out
of him."

The boys flip and Waddie won the toss.  Waddie gets on his knees in front
and Gip kneels down behind Quinton.  They both lean forward and meet right
under Quinton's crotch.  His dick and balls are laying on Waddie's brush
cut and he and his brother kiss each other in a passionate kiss.

Waddie starts to tease Quinton's dick with kisses and his tongue.  Up and
down and around.  He moves to his balls and starts to clean, kiss and make
love to the front.  Gip shoves his head right in the crack of Quinton's ass
almost lifting him off his feet.  He holds him suspended there as he joins
his brother in licking Quinton's balls from behind.  Quinton is about to go
out of his mind and is whimpering like a child. They continue until he has
tears rolling down his face.

Waddie stops and grabs Quinton's ass from behind and pulls forward to
expose his ass to maximum for his brother.  Gip licks and cleans the area
between Quinton's balls and his ass hold.  All around, kissing and
cleaning.  Quinton has calmed down a bit until he feels Gip gently kiss his
ass hole.  His body goes limp as Gip begins to suck, kiss and thoroughly
clean Quinton's hole.  He stops.  Waddie stands in front of Quinton.

We're gonna' torture you like this until we hear you grunting like a real
pig, Passion Flower.  My brother and I will judge whether you sound enough
like a pig as to whether we're going to give you any relief.  Got that,
Buckaroo?  The sooner you start sounding like a pig, the quicker you get
down from there."  Quinton didn't respond and Waddie laughed.  Gip laughed
too.

"Hey Brother!  You wanna' taste of deputy pig dick?  Might be to your
liking.  I always heard pigs got little dicks but Passion Flower, here, our
boar, he's got a right nice mouth full.  It taste a little like pork." the
boys laugh.  Buck and Dan are going nuts laughing at boys having their fun
with poor Quinton.

"Yeah.  I kinda like pork roll, Brother, let me taste a little of the
deputy pig dick.  You wanna' get yourself a taste to this stingy pig's
butt?"

"Believe I might, Son. Like to get me a big ole taste of that stingy
buckaroo butt, pardner.  Thanks for the offer.  Wonder when we're gonna'
hear him grunt like a pig?"

Waddie was making love to Quinton's ass and really getting into it.  The
more he did the more Quinton tried to get away from his unrelenting mouth
and tongue.  Gip was teasing Quinton's shaft.  It didn't take too long
before the boys thought they heard Quinton to trying to grunt like a pig.

"Did you hear something that resembled a pig grunting, Brother?"

Waddie laughed and looked around Quinton to smile at Dan and Buck, who were
enjoying the show.  Buck pulled his dick out and was playing with it.  When
Dan saw Buck playing with his dick he couldn't get his out fast enough.
They laughed at each other.

"Why no, Brother, sounded more like a wounded turkey to me."

Then the boys went go back to their torture only to hear Quinton trying
harder to grunt like a pig.

"I could've sworn that one sounded a little like a pig but I'm not real
sure.  I'm not quite satisfied that it came from the heart, how `bout you,
Brother."

"Couldn't agree more with you, Brother, what I'd like to hear is a big old
sow just a' knowing she was about to get fucked by big boar.  But it has to
be with a great deal of heart, Brother.  She has to really convince us
she's in love and really wants that big boar's dick."  The boys giggle like
crazy.

After they had poor Quinton about to go out of his skull the boys decide to
change back with Waddie in front of Quinton and Gip in the back.  They'd go
back to sucking and kissing until Quinton's crying and really trying to
sound like a sow in heat about ready to get mounted.  A deep, gutteral
sound. Buck and Dan are laughing their ass's off at Quinton grunting like a
pig.  They warned him.

Waddie reaches up and undoes the bandana over Quinton's eyes. Quinton sees
Dan and Buck laughing like crazy and jacking off.  His eyes roll back in
his head as he turns the deepest shade of red.

"Waddie gave Gip the sign and Gip ran his tongue as far up Quinton's hole
as he could get it.  Waddie took Quinton all the way down his throat until
Quinton's pubes were against his lips.  He held it down as Quinton shoved
back against Gip's tongue once, twice, and the third time tried to bite
Gip's tongue off with his ass as he began to shoot into Waddie's mouth his
pent up load.  They kept it up until Quinton went limp.

Gip came from behind and Waddie took him in his embrace and released about
half of Quinton's come to him.  Quinton watched as Waddie withdrew from
Gip's mouth so Quinton could see his stolen come drop into Gip's mouth.

"Hey guys, save a little for me."  Hollered Buck"

"Me too!" said Dad Dan.

Waddie walked to Dad Dan with a smile on his face and shared a little with
him.  Gip went to Buck and shared his with him.  Then they roared with
laughed at the boys and poor Quinton strung up like a porker.

The boys let Quinton down and held him as he collapsed into their arms.
They took the rag from his mouth but he didn't say a word as they lay there
making love to him.  Gip cleaned his dick up while Waddie was letting
Quinton drink deeply of his love.  Gip moved back up to be held in
Quinton's other arm and traded places with Waddie as Waddie undid Quinton's
hands.

Quinton put his arms around them and pulled them into him as close as he
could get them.  Buck and Dan shot their loads all over the place. Quinton
finally spoke.

"You lovable little bastards!  If I wasn't so drained and satisfied, I'd
bend both of you over my knee and spank you good."

"We were kinda hoping you would, Cowboy."  Gip told him laughing and
nibbling Quinton behind his ear.  Buck only laughed harder.  Dan couldn't
laugh any more he was sore he'd laughed so much.

"Yeah, Uncle Quinton, take your time, catch your breath, make a little more
love, and I just know you can find it in your heart to punish a couple of
young cowboys for making you their afternoon love pig."  Waddie roared with
laughter.

"Fuck no!  If I punish you.  You might not do it again." was Quinton's
reply.


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Gip and Waddie did some terrible things to that poor man over the years.
Once, at big rodeo Gip found a plastic cup full of kerosene, poured it down
the back of Quinton's jeans and Waddie touched him off.  You never saw a
buckaroo get out of a tight pair of jeans faster in your life.  Poor
Quinton was standing stark naked in front of hundreds of people chasing
Waddie and Gip around the arena waving his flaming pants about threatening
them with their lives.  The crowd thought it was all part of the show.

Even though the boys pulled some awful practical jokes on the man he had a
heart of eighteen carat gold and loved those boys without conditions.  They
returned his love in kind.  There was no man they loved more than their
Uncle Quinton.


End of Part 7
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