Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 19:53:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Cabbage Patch Cowboy Part 9"

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CABBAGE PATCH COWBOY PART 9

A couple of months passed and the holidays were upon them with
Thanksgiving/Christmas break for the kids from school.  Waddie and Gip
settled down into a routine.  They'd get off the bus every afternoon. Go in
the house give Momma Sue a hug and a kiss and Dad Dan if he was inside.
They'd have something to drink and a couple of cookies or a brownie Momma
Sue made.  They'd do their homework around the kitchen table.  They always
waited for the other if one wasn't through.

They'd put their books away and run to the barns to find out what Dad Dan
was doing and if they could help.  Usually he had something for them to do
and they'd work their butts off `til Momma Sue called them for dinner.
Waddie had gained back the weight he lost and then some.  He was growing up
fast.  That year he shot up almost a third bigger than Gip.

Gip was to get his growth later but Waddie was the largest kid in grades
one though three.  All the little kids loved and adored Waddie and Gip
because they protected them, included them in everything and wouldn't let
anyone put them down.  They encouraged them and when it was Waddie or Gip's
turn at bat they all went nuts screaming and yelling for their heros to put
it away.

When Morgan was home Waddie stayed there at his place to be with him in the
evenings.  Morgan got some stock `cause Waddie agreed to take care of them
for him and help him.  Waddie was good to his word.  He and Morgan grew
closer because of a common interest.  He couldn't even get Willie to take a
look at them.  He told Morgan he wasn't no damn farmer.  Waddie stayed with
the Justins and sometime he and Gip stayed a Friday or Saturday night in
town with the new sheriff and his lovely wife.

Gip couldn't believe how Waddie could know that Buck and Linda Sue were his
dad and mom and not go to pieces.  Gip's strength began to come through.
It wasn't as easy on Waddie as it appeared on the surface.  He was being
eaten up inside wanting to love Buck and Linda Sue as his mom and dad.
They were proud of every accomplishment of both boys but it just wasn't the
same. There's always that fine line of belonging and the conundrum for
Waddie was he still deeply loved Morgan.


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"Waddie do you know why your Aunt Linda is going to see Dr. Dyer?" Gip
asked in private.

"Yes Gip, I do.  I didn't tell you a couple of things `cause I didn't know
how you'd take them.  She's going `cause she can't understand why she can't
get pregnant.  Lord knows Uncle Buck is filling her full enough."

Gip giggled.  The boys had heard them going at it hot and heavy many nights
and got so turned on they had to jack each other off.  Their Uncle Buck was
not a quiet lover and their Aunt Linda had gotten to be just as bad as he
was.  Gip and Waddie would giggle at them carrying on.  They never said a
word to Buck nor Linda Sue.  They wouldn't if their lives depended on it.
That was something that just wasn't talked nor joked about.

"She's not gonna' be able to have any more kids, is she, Waddie?"

"I'm not just saying this `cause you're my brother and I love you, but
you're one of the sharpest damn kids I ever met.  Nobody in that school
picks up on things faster than you do, Gip.  Yes, you figured it out."

"I'm glad you didn't tell me.  It makes me very sad, `cause I love Aunt
Linda and I'm not as good at hiding my feelings as you are.  My dad can
take one look at me and know what I'm thinking."

"To me that just means you're so close, like you and me, that your dad
feels like you feel. Better that, Brother, than having a cold, distant dad,
who doesn't know who you are and isn't particularly interested in finding
out!"

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"You've had a child before, Mrs. Claymore."  Dr. Dyer told Linda Sue.  Buck
was not present.

"Yes Doctor Dyer but I gave him up for adoption. I did a terrible thing. My
husband and I had intercourse before he went to war.  He didn't want me to
get pregnant because he didn't want me to have to raise his child by myself
if he didn't come back.  He used a condom..."  Dr. Dyer held up his hand.

"And you took some of his sperm and impregnated yourself.  You don't know
how many times I've heard that story.  Then gave the child up `cause if he
came back and was angry with you he might not marry you.  Is that right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Well, is there anyway you can find that child?  Do you know who adopted
it?"

"No Sir. Why Doctor?  What do you have to tell me?"

"I don't think you're going to be able to have anymore children,
Mrs. Claymore."  Linda Sue broke into tears and the Doctor comforted her.

"Are you sure, Doctor?"

"As sure as any doctor can be but I suggest you have your husband take you
to Temple, Texas to a couple of young doctors there that specialize in
obstetrics.  There names are Dr. Scott and Dr. White.  I would recommend
you get their opinion."

"Oh my Lord!  God's punishing me for disobeying my husband."  Linda Sue
wailed.

"We aren't living in biblical times, Mrs. Claymore.  I doubt seriously God
would do that to you for making a mistake.  Tell me, did you get to see the
child before they took him away?"  Linda Sue nodded.

"Was it a boy or a girl?"

"He was a beautiful boy."

"Did you notice any distinguishing features?"

"Yes Sir.  He had mole on his left big toe in the very center just above
the toenail and he had a reddish, wine colored looking birthmark on his
left leg near his groin that was a perfect `cowboy boot.'

Dr. Dryer dropped his clip board on the floor and stared off into space.
Bells went off in his head, sirens, flags and he was desperately trying to
think which child had- ? Oh my God!  It came to him but a voice told him
not to say anything until he investigated.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Claymore.  I became befuddled when I dropped my clip
board. I've been having trouble with my grip lately and drop a lot of
things."  Linda Sue nodded her head she understood.

"Do you plan to tell your husband, Mrs. Claymore?"

"I don't know yet.  I have to think about it."

"I'll be discrete.  If he asks, I'll tell him I referred you to Dr. Scott
and Dr. White in Temple because I'm unable to made a firm diagnosis.  Which
is true.  There is a margin of error in any doctor's diagnosis.  To be
honest, I hope that was a day I was sick in medical school and didn't learn
enough to diagnosis you properly.  I know how you must feel.  My wife can't
have children either.

I've known your husband since grade school.  He's one of the finest men
I've ever known. I'm so thrilled he got elected sheriff and I was so
honored to be included in his bachelor party.  I wouldn't have missed it
for the world!  Was one of the best times I've ever had in my life!  My
point is, I have faith in Buck Claymore.  He will not turn away from you if
you're honest with him, even now.  He's a man of great commitment and we're
just lucky to have him as sheriff."

"Thank you, doctor for those kind words and I think you're right."

"Don't give up hope. Knowing Buck like I do. He will find your boy."  "Good
to see you again, doctor."  Linda Sue turned to walk away.

"Oh by the way, Mrs. Claymore, is the Lovejoy boy still living with you and
Mr. Claymore?"

"No Sir.  I wish he were, we love him like he was our own.  He's back with
his father but he's spends as much time with us and the Justins than he
does Mr. Lovejoy's house.  We worry about him but he has people who love
him that look out for him constantly."

"I need to do a follow up on him at no charge to anyone. It's required by
state law because there was some suspicion of child abuse.  Could you bring
him in the next time he's over, it won't take very long?"

"He's in the car with my husband, is now okay?"

"Sure!  That would be fine.  If you and Mr. Claymore have the time to wait
for him. I promise I won't be more than fifteen or twenty minutes.  I'll
wait for him here, just send him in."  Linda Sue went to the car and told
Waddie, Gip, and Buck the doctor wanted to do a yearly followup on Waddie
at no charge that would take about fifteen minutes.  He's waiting inside
for you.  Is that all right with you, Dear?"

"Oh sure! There's no problem. Don't let `em give you a finger wave,
Honcho."

Waddie laughed as he walk toward the hospital doors.  He saw Dr. Dyer
inside and ran to his open arms.  He picked him up and went, "Oooofff."

"You have grown, young man.  Another month and I won't be able to do that."
He put Waddie down and took him by the hand to an examination room.

"This isn't a check up, is it Doctor?"  Dr. Dyer let out a laugh you
could've heard all over the hospital.

"Why don't you tell me then. I know you can!  I have that much faith in
you.  That angel told you who you had to live for, didn't he Waddie?"
Waddie started crying and Dr. Dyer took him in his arms.

"Shuuu, don't worry I didn't say anything.  I wanted to talk to you
first. I think your angel whispered in my ear. I definitely heard a voice
tell me to investigate before I told your mother anything.  You've known
since you were here in the hospital, haven't you?  That's how you knew
Morgan Lovejoy's wife wasn't your mom. Remember telling me that?"  Waddie
nodded.  "In fact I remember you telling me the angel told you who you had
to live for, but you didn't say."  Waddie nodded.  "Son, you're an amazing
child, but why haven't you told anyone?"

"I can't Dr. Dyer and you can't either.  Would you get my brother, Gip, he
can help me explain."

"That's George Gipson Gentry Justin, right?" the doctor smiled wickedly at
Waddie.  He nodded.

"Alice would you ask the Justin boy to join us?  Please.  He's with the
Claymore's outside."  The nurse walked to the car and brought Gip back with
her.

"I'm going to check you both for mumps."  The nurse left. He sat Gip up
next to Waddie.

"The angel came to Gip and me and told us, I could share with him what I
knew.  He said having my brother know would help me through.  Gip's my
buddy, doctor, but he's more'n that, he's my little brother.  I love him
Dr. Dyer."  the doctor choked back tears and put his arms around the boys
and hugged them both.

"Why can't we tell anybody?"  He asked plaintively.

"Because God gave Mr. Urial permission to tell me who I had to live for.
Before that I didn't know I had other parents.  I thought I was stuck in
that horrible place with no help.  It was my choice to go with the angel or
come back but they knew I wouldn't come back unless they told me these
things. If you remember, my brother Gip is one of the people I returned
for."

"I remember well, young man.  Gip, he told me all about you before he met
you. He knew your full name and the name that he would call you and that
was `Gip.'  All right,--- but you still haven't told me why."  Gip spoke
up.

"Mr. Urial told us that it would upset the balance of the future if they
were to find out before something happens."

"When is this `something' suppose to happen?"

"He didn't say but both of us feel it's going to happen when Waddie's ten
or eleven."

"My Lord!  That's three to four more years. It's been almost two years
since you were in here Waddie.  So you two have known that long?"

"No Sir, the angel told Waddie and I the night of our aunt and uncle's
wedding Waddie could share it with me.  Waddie's great aunt in Dallas put
two and two together when I told her about Waddie's birthmark.  I didn't
know what Waddie's birthmark meant until later that night after the angel
came to us. Then Waddie told me.  His great aunt was sent to him to help
him. She knows almost everything."

"May I call her and speak with her, Waddie?"  Waddie looked to Gip for
guidance.

"I don't see what it would hurt, Waddie, they both know.  Did he find out
about your Aunt Linda?"

"You know about her?  What do you know?" asked the doctor.

"She can't have any more children."  Dr. Dyer stood there and just shook
his head.  Amazed.

"Okay!  You've convinced me. You told me something no one could have known
about my daughter, Waddie, and I believed you then.  I believe both of you
now.  I won't say a word but I would like to talk with your aunt to let her
know she has someone that she can contact that cares about the two of you.
She could probably give me some advice."

"She's a wise and good lady doctor and we both love her.  Here's her name,
address and phone number.  Aunt Agatha won't know for sure that you talked
with me. Tell her Waddie said that she would believe you if you told her
his special name for her is Auntie Boo and our secret pass words are
`cherry cordial'" Waddie handed him a small square of paper.  Dr. Dyer
quickly copied it down on his clip board.  He wrote the secret name and the
two passwords."

"I'll walk you out to the car, but first I get a hug from both of you!"
The boys gladly gave him a hug and thanked him again for their saddles.  He
walked them out to the car.  Buck got out and shook his hand.

"Good to see you, Buck, as always.  I just wanted to check the both of `em
for signs of mumps.  It's going around.  If there's any swelling under
their jaws or in their groin area don't wait a minute get them in here
immediately. Don't wait over night to see if it goes away. If I'm not on
duty you have them call me, if they won't here's my card and one for the
Justins.  Please tell `em I checked Gip out and he shows no signs.  Tell
them the same thing I'm telling you.  You call me, day or night!  They
checked out okay.  I thought since you had his brother here I'd check him
too.  Another thing, Buck.  If either of these boys gets hurt in anyway, if
you have to get them to the hospital in an hurry call to make sure I'm on
duty or call my home. If I'm not home my wife will know where I am and get
in touch with me. I'll be here when you get here."

"Thank you, Doctor, but you know they're not real brothers don't you."

"I don't agree.  Trust me Buck, they're brothers.  I don't care that they
had separate parents. They are brothers.  Just like you and Morgan all
those years.  He's still your brother, Buck. Do your best to help him!
He's a good man, but he's lost and he needs to be separated from those
people."

"I try doctor and I'll keep on trying."

"Haven't seen you since you won the election, Sheriff. My deepest
congratulations and our community will be better for it.  I'll have my wife
give your wife a call; we'd love to have you and the Justins over for
dinner some evening; be sure and bring the boys."

"Great Dr. Dyer we'll look forward to it.  And thanks for checking out the
boys."

"My pleasure."

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Thanksgiving proved to be rather unusual.  Dan had invited a cousin to
Thanksgiving dinner with him and his family.  According to Dan she'd been
sort of ostracized by the rest of the Justin family because of her sexual
"preferences" and because she looked more like a man than a woman.  Her
name was Enid and she arrived in a pickup truck with a cattle rack on the
back loaded with small boxes.  She brought western boots for the boys and
the whole damn family.  Seems she broke away from the main family of boot
makers and formed her own company. She met a man that showed her he could
make a pair of boots out of splitting one hide thereby doubling the
productivity with less material cost.  She believed in him and invested
heavily the money her family bought her out with.

She was on her way to being a wealthy woman; although you really couldn't
tell, whether she was wealthy or a woman.  She wore her hair shorter than
most men.  She wore men's cowboy boots, smoke cigars, and cussed like a
truck driver. She loved to laugh and tell outrageous stories to the men.

Who should she most enjoy and who would most enjoy her?  You guessed it!
New elected, Sheriff Buck Claymore.  They got along famously.  Buck treated
her just like one of the guys; a buddy! Buck was quick to offer her a pull
off his hip flask of Southern Comfort he carried with him everywhere and
she saw that as fine gesture of comradery; of being accepted. (Buck told
everybody Southern Comfort was medicinal- he got laughed at a lot, too!)

  Buck had her eating out of his hand.  Not purposely but rather
unwittingly. Buck was Buck.  He was the same to all people.  She needed
that feeling of belonging. She loved Buck for providing it and he did with
gentility and sincerity.  It made her feel welcome and included.  She
pulled out the best in Morgan, and Dan was her baby.  She was so thrilled
that of all the family, he thought enough of her to invite her for
Thanksgiving.

She was thrilled that Buck was the new sheriff.  She heard Buck had become
sheriff and was all congratulations. She'd met Buck on several occasions
and heard him speak about the war. Like everyone else that was exposed to
Buck Claymore, he won her heart.  For years after when she came to visit
`her boys' her first stop would be the sheriff's office.  All business
would stop and she'd have new boots for all the men. She knew everybody's
boot size. Quinton always got a couple pair.  He loved her, too. Buck
always got three or four pair.  Well, after all, he was the sheriff.

 The rest of the families, the Claymores, the Davenports, the Tates, Ma and
Pa Lovejoy, and Dr. and Mrs. Dyer were good country folk that accepted her
as readily as anyone else because she was a Justin and part of Dan's
family.  They could see underneath her need for masculine bravado beat a
good and generous heart.  All she wanted was to be loved and accepted for
who she was.  The men of that county, Buck, Dan, Quinton, Morgan made her
feel welcome and she loved them in return.  She and Buck would sit for
hours in his office, smoke cigars, swap pulls off his hip flask, and have a
grand time.

She charmed Waddie and Gip. To them she was a female Uncle Buck.  They
started calling her Uncle Enid and she loved it!  She outfitted them with
four beautiful pair of boots each.  Waddie and Gip were agog and couldn't
thank her enough. She told `em she'd make damn sure her cowboys wore the
finest Justin boots available and they were indeed a fine pair of boots.
She got Gip and Waddie off by themselves.

"You men been knocking boots?" she asked.

The boys looked at each other and Waddie finally figured out what she meant
and started laughing.  He leaned over to Gip and whispered in his ear and
then Gip started laughing, too. They'd never heard that term before and
thought it was a riot.

"Yes Uncle Enid, Gip and I been knocking boots.  Every chance we get.  It
ain't the same as grown men but it sure as hell feels good to us! We ain't
never had it, so we don't know what we're missing but thanks to you we'll
have more boots to be knock'n in!"  Waddie put his arm around Gip pulled
him close and kissed him on the cheek.  They were both still laughing and
Uncle Enid thought Waddie's gesture to his brother was wonderful.  They
weren't embarrassed around her a bit.

She roared with laughter and hugged both of them.  She loved the boys and
they had the best looking boots of any kids in school all the way through
high school.  Hell, they gave away almost as many pair as they got.  Some
kid would admire a pair of boots they were wearing and if they wore the
same size they'd take them off right there and give them to him.  They'd
walk around in their bare feet the rest of the day.  Everyone knew, Gip or
Waddie had given away another pair of their boots.

The boys couldn't wait to tell Dan and Buck about knocking boots. They
laughed with the boys until they cried.  They'd never heard that term
before either.  Dan didn't know about inviting her anymore and the boys
were ready to boycott Thanksgiving if he didn't.  They thought she was
wonderful.  Buck, too, he had three, new, handsome, expensive, pairs of
Justin boots. She gave Dan five pair.  Buck told him he was crazy not to
invite her.  Everybody liked her.  She became a regular Thanksgiving and
Christmas guest. She'd taken on a hard shell but she had a soft heart.  She
always said she wanted to be buried face down so the rest of the world
could kiss her ass.

She met a lady that she fell in love with that mellowed her somewhat but
she was still a pistol with Waddie and Gip.  Enid Justin was a very giving
and big hearted woman. She was especially generous with the boys, with the
lawmen of the county and her cousin, Dan, and they loved her in return.
The boys would not allow anyone to say a discouraging word about their
Uncle Enid.

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Waddie got a call from Aunt Agatha on Thanksgiving.  She called to the
Justins because that's where all the family had gathered for Thanksgiving
dinner.  She called under the guise of speaking to her niece but she didn't
fool anyone.  The person she wanted to talk to was Waddie.  He was so glad
to hear her voice he broke down and cried on the phone.  Agatha was so
touched by that she asked if he would like it if she and the girls drove
down for a day or two at Christmas.  Waddie made her promise she would.

"Oh by the way, young man, that was terribly clever of you to give your
doctor our secret pass words. I knew I could trust him after that and our
secret is still a secret."  She giggled like a school girl and Waddie
laughed with her.  He seems like a fine young doctor, gave me his address
and phone numbers, at the hospital and his personal number.  He said to
call him if we needed anything or there was anything he could do.  Not
including myself, I'm far too modest, you have some wonderful people
looking out for you."

"I put you at the top of the list Aunt Agatha.  I can't wait for Christmas
I need to see my Aunt Agatha again.  Things are going better than I
expected, Auntie Boo.  Aunt Linda went outside so I can speak freely.  I
love you, Auntie Boo.  I'm sorry I haven't called but I feel funny about
calling collect.  I promise if I'm in trouble you'll be the first I call
but it's so wonderful hearing your voice.  Gip's here and sends his love
too."  Agatha could barely speak she was so taken with Waddie's genuine
sincerity for her.  She told him she would make arrangements to stay with
her niece and his uncle at Christmas and looked forward to seeing him
again.

"What do you want for Christmas, young man?"

"You, Auntie Boo. Only you!  That will be Christmas enough for me."

After goodbyes were said, Agatha hung up the phone and she was shattered.
Shattered to her core. `How could any child have that much love in them?'
she thought. Her heart was full of love. No wonder God placed his hand on
the boy.  He was indeed special. She did something she hadn't allowed
herself to do in years.  She sat there, had a second glass of `cordial' and
had herself a good cry.  Not tears of regret but tears of love, joy,
thankfulness and forgiveness.  Agatha's felt her cup, truly runneth over.


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Aunt Agatha came for Christmas with her two daughters.  Linda Sue and Buck
had plenty of room for them. Waddie spent a great deal of time with his
great aunt at Christmas.  Most times they included Gip and Agatha fell in
love with him as well as Waddie and marveled at the love that passed
between the two boys.  She even gave Gip the honor of calling her Auntie
Boo in private.  Gip was thrilled, he didn't have a great aunt.

Christmas that year was a little different for Waddie. He knew more of what
to expect. He did tell his uncle he didn't want anymore toys.  He didn't
have time to play with the ones he had. They were carefully put away when
he went back to Morgan's and he hadn't played with them since.  He told
Buck he would appreciate a couple of good books to read.

Well he got his books and more than he could imagine.  He didn't spend much
time at Morgan's because he had no intention of spending Christmas around
Judy and her kids.  Morgan didn't really have much to say about it `cause
he didn't want to be there either. Besides that Waddie had become such an
integral part of a larger family that Morgan somewhat turned his back on
because of Judy and her two.  He walked over to the Justin's where everyone
of both families were invited to come spend Christmas day.  Waddie spent
the night with Gip and they were up early Christmas morning helping Momma
Sue, Aunt Linda Sue, Aunt Agatha and her two daughters, and Ma Claymore in
the kitchen.  The boys had taken on clean up duty and any time a bowl was
left empty and used it was whisked away and washed.

There was more folk in the kitchen than any other place.  It was the first
Christmas that Waddie got to participate and began to appreciate the joy of
the season with family and friends.  Buck and Linda Sue got a huge
Christmas tree.  Waddie and Gip, Dad Dan, Momma Sue, Buck and Linda Sue
decorated it.  Couple of nights later they were invited to the Claymores
and helped decorate their tree.  They went to the Davenports, Ma and Pa
Lovejoys, and the Tates.  Quinton was thrilled to have them all and
especially the boys.  Waddie didn't known such joy and love was possible
between people. It was a new world for him and he was participating as a
valued member of this extended family.  He couldn't have been happier.

Lastly, Buck, Linda Sue, Waddie helped the Justins decorate their tree.
Waddie and Gip allowed it was the prettiest of all.  Morgan was invited but
was on another run.  He spent as much time as he could with Waddie and the
other folks.  Judy and her kids were always invited.  Jimmy Sue would call
and make a special effort to invite them.  They never came.  Morgan never
had to apologize.  They knew but were glad he could spend time with them.

Uncle Enid came for Christmas and brought more boots and gifts for
everyone.  She bought the boys a pair of matched `bat wing' rodeo chaps.
They were beautiful.  They were black with red and white trim.  Each boy's
initials in big white letters and the bottom of each chap. For some strange
reason Waddie's initials were W. C. on his chaps.  Uncle Enid apologized to
him.

"Cowboy, I'm sorry. It's my damn fault.  I thought you were Buck's boy.
Shit! You look just like him!  I didn't know your last name but I
remembered Buck's.  Got it written down.  So I thought your last name was
same as Buck's. I'll take `em back and have it changed for you."

"No, no!  Not necessary, Uncle Enid.  My middle name is the same as Uncle
Buck's.  It's Claymore.  Same's his.  So that's fine with me.  It'll bring
me luck.  Don't wanna' start messing around with luck."

"That's for damn sure!" replied Uncle Enid.  Waddie hugged and thanked her
again.

"If'n anybody asks me what W.C. stands for, I'll tell `em `wild cowboy!'

You could could've heard Uncle Enid hoot for a mile.  She thought that was
priceless.

"Well, there goes our gift!"said Buck and bellowed with laughter.

He and Linda Sue got the boys a beautiful pair of, hand tooled, latigo
leather working chaps.  They were every bit as handsome as the pair Uncle
Enid gave them. The boys went nuts.  Aunt Agatha gave the boys five books
each and some wonderful western shirts. Every book was different so they
could trade.  Aunt Agatha got along splendidly with Uncle Enid and she was
enchanted with Aunt Agatha.  They had several long talks together and would
laugh in joy with each other.

Waddie didn't know what to expect before Christmas a year ago and now here
he was part of the most remarkable family anyone could hope to have.  He
impressed on Aunt Agatha that her coming for Christmas was the highlight of
his holiday.  He even loved and appreciated Clara and Zelma for coming with
her and was not stingy with his love to them.  They thought Waddie was
wonderful.  Aunt Agatha met Dr.  Dyer and Waddie soon noticed them having a
nice long chat under one of the huge oak trees on the property in some lawn
chairs.  Agatha was pleased and thrilled to have another adult confidant
about Waddie's secret.  The holidays ended with lots of tears, hugging,
promises to visit and keep in touch.  It was a wonderful time but the boys
were looking forward to getting back to school.


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Buck had been all ready installed as sheriff.  The old sheriff was due to
serve out his term until January first but he was so angry he lost, he
refused to serve out his term.  The town came to Buck and begged him to
take over and he did.  First thing Buck did was fire four of the five
deputies that worked for the old Sheriff.

Buck hired four local buddies of his that really wanted the job.  He
offered Morgan a job.  He was the first man Buck contacted and asked if he
wanted to come work for him.  Morgan graciously declined as he was making
good money with the railroad and it would mean a small cut in salary.

One man Buck hired, Lyle Rawlings, was an older man Buck admired and
appreciated his horse sense.  He made him his chief deputy.  They all were
learning to be lawmen by the seat of their pants.  They were pretty lenient
on folks for the first six months of Buck's administration.  Buck was
taking some classes at the nearby college. Sort of a crash course for newly
elected lawmen.  His other men were taking it with him including his chief
deputy.  They went different afternoons and evenings so there would always
be someone on duty.

Quinton came in one afternoon with his hat in his hand with his
resignation.  He figured with the others being fired he'd just resign.
Quinton walked in and handed his resignation to Buck.  Buck took a look at
it a looked at Quinton in surprise.

"What the fuck it this?  You resigning?"

"Well Sheriff Claymore.  I figured if the others got fired you probably
wanted to start with a clean slate.  Since we're friends I didn't want you
to have to fire me, I thought I'd just resign."

Buck took Quinton's resignation and tore it right down the middle and threw
it back at him.

"That's what I think of your damn resignation.  You think too Goddamn much
Quinton that's why you lose at poker.  Besides that, who the hell told you
we were friends?"  Buck just howled with laugher, came around the desk and
put his arms around Quinton. He offered Quinton a pull of his hip flask and
Quinton gladly accepted.  Buck had a little snort as well.

"How the fuck you think I'm gonna' run this place without you, Darlin?'
Besides, I gotta' keep you around.  I like looking at that tight little
butt of yours.  Damn Quinton!  I been want'n to get into that thing since
we been in high school."  Buck joked with Quinton.

"Do you know how many times I've jacked off dreaming of you fucking me,
Buck?"  Buck looked at Quinton, stunned.  He thought Quinton was kidding
him.

"You're shit'n me!"  Quinton smiled at Buck walked over to his desk, undid
his pants, dropped `em to the floor and bent over Buck's big desk.

"Think I'm kidding ya'?  I'm calling your bluff, Sheriff.  You want it?
Take it!  It's yours!"

"Quinton!  Now Goddamn it! Don't be fool'n with me like that!  You all
ready got me horny enough just walking around here in that tight uniform
with your buns sticking in my face.  If'n you don't get up from that desk
you're gonna' get fucked."  Buck grabbed his dick in his pants to show
Quinton it was hard as a rock.

Quinton smiled, turned his butt towards Buck, reached back with both hands
and spread his ass cheeks as a further invitation for Buck to take him.
Buck rolled his eyes toward heaven and sucked in air.

"Sweet Jesus! Forgive me!  I'm weak, Lord!  That's got to be the prettiest
hole I've seen in years.  I just knew it'ud be that pretty.  Pretty man,
pretty hole.  Son of a bitch!!"

Buck headed for the door, stuck his head out and told the men they could
take off early if they wanted.  It was getting near Christmas and he knew
the men wanted to spend time with their families. Only two had to be around
tonight and it was gonna' be Buck and the chief deputy, Mr. Rawlings.  Buck
had hired Rawlings for several reasons. The last being he'd always looked
up to the man but was the only man in town that was near Buck's size and
the only man he'd had fantasies about fucking him.  Lyle Rawlings was a
good looking man.  He wasn't handsome nor pretty like Quinton but he had
some animal quality about him that made Buck's bung hole drip.  He was one
those men who was born with a five o'clock shadow.  He had a perpetual one
due to his black facial hair.  By the sixth grade he was shaving twice a
day.

The other three deputies headed for the door.  Buck told Mr. Rawlings he'd
be interviewing Deputy Tate for about half an hour.  If Mr. Rawlings wanted
to get a bite to eat he was welcome to.  Mr. Rawlings thanked him and said
he might.  Buck locked the big oak door and took one look at Quinton's ass
and damn near pissed his pants.  Buck didn't have too much on his desk and
moved the phone and everything else to the floor.

Buck told Quinton to remove his clothes but keep his boots on.  Quinton
quickly shucked off his uniform as the Sheriff ordered. Then he leaned back
over the desk.  Buck dropped his khaki pants and they slipped easily over
his boots.  He almost tore the rest of his clothes off.  He was so ready to
get a piece of Quinton's ass.  Buck stood there bouncing his hard cock in
his hand looking at Quinton watch him.

"Last chance, Sweet baby!  Quinton, you know our friendship goes beyond
buddies.  You know I love you like a brother.  You don't have to do this
for the job.  You got the job, Darlin.' You sure you wanna' do this?"

"It'll be like a wet dream come true, Buck.  Of course I want it!  Are you
crazy?!  I want it bad! I've wanted to feel you fill me up for so long and
I even keep my ass clean in case something like this might happen.  I
promise you, you won't get nothing on your dick and I don't want you to
cheat me none neither like you do at cards."  Quinton giggled.  Buck was
indignant.

"I've never cheated you and I have no intention of cheating you now,
Cowboy.  That's one ass that's been crying out for old Buck's dick.  You're
gonna' feel old Buck's belly slapping against those tight little buns. We
gonna' sink that sucker so far in you it's gonna' tickle your tonsils.  But
first there's something I gotta do I been dying to do ever since I laid
eyes on you, Cowboy.  I'm gonna' eat me a big ole help'n of buckaroo butt."
Buck knelt down behind Quinton and grabbed his balls hanging down.  Quinton
stiffened.

"Easy there, Cowboy.  I ain't gonna' squeeze `em.  Just gonna' hang on to
them to pull you back to on my tongue when you start squirming away."

Buck took a deep breath.  Quinton's butt smell fresh and clean but still
had his unique odor.  Buck started between Quinton's ass and his balls.  He
licked and kissed very inch. He move down to Quinton's balls and held them
up with his hand to suck each orb into his mouth and roll it around with
his tongue.  Quinton was starting to moan and writhe.  Buck knew what he
was doing and Quinton let him know it.

"Oh damn, sheriff, your tongue on my balls is unbelievably good. Oh, fuck!
Oh! Ooooooh!"

Buck moved back up and gently kissed Quinton's rose bud.  Then Buck pulled
back gently on Quinton's balls and started licking and kissing all around
Quinton's hole.  He started sucking on it while kissing it then he started
ramming his tongue deep into Quinton.

"Damn, Sheriff!  Where'd ju' learn the eat ass like that!  Fuck! Oh! Oh!
God! I've never had anyone eat my ass out like that, Buck!  Damn."

"Put both hands back here, Sweet baby, and spread it wide for the Sheriff.
Yeah! Pull that little hole open so's I can get my tongue in side of your
real deep.  `At's it!  `At's it!  Yeah!"

Buck dived back into Quinton's hole like a champ.  He was getting some of
the good deep fucking with his tongue. `Lot a' good eat'n in an ass that
pretty.' Buck thought to himself.  Quinton started trying to squirm away
buy Buck held his balls a little tighter to let him know he wasn't going
anywhere until he finished his feast.

"Oh Buck!  God, Sheriff Claymore!  That's too good!  Shit I can't take much
more of that I'm about to shoot my wad, Buck!"

Buck backed off.  He'd had his fill anyway.

"Just hold your ass up there like that, Son."

Buck went around back of his desk and got a tube of lubricant.  He returned
to Quinton's hole.  He reached into a side drawer and got something out of
it.  Quinton didn't look.  Buck applied lubricant and finger fucked Quinton
to his moans and groans.

"Don't get too loud, Darlin,' nobody's here right now but we don't want
nobody to hear us.  Is that start'n to loosen you up a little?  Damn,
you're tight!  You're gonna' be a good fuck, Sweet baby, I can tell the way
you're eating my fingers.  Got three of `em in there so far."

Buck fucked him a good while with his three fingers and then four.  Finally
he was moving half his hand into Quinton's hole.  Quinton was right!  He
was clean as a whistle.  Buck took his hand out and slowly inserted a hard
rubber cow utter stall.  They fit over a cow's utter that's had an injury
or sometimes to wean a calf quicker. Quinton felt it and groaned deeply.

"At feel good to you, Darlin'?"

"Oh fuck, yes, Buck.  Let me put it up there for you."

Quinton arched his back and put his ass up higher for Buck to work it with
the rubber stall.  He worked and worked on Quinton until he thought he was
ready. All the time Buck's talking to him soothingly, telling him to open
that sweet little hole so's he can give the sheriff a good ride.  Finally,
Buck was satisfied.  He removed the hard red rubber stall and put it on a
towel in the drawer.

He lubed up his roaring hard dick, positioned it at Quinton's back door
then lay himself over on top of Quinton.  He put his big arms under
Quinton's chest and held him tight in a bear hug.  All the time Quinton is
going crazy with his ass trying to get Buck into him.

"Easy there, Stud!  You let the sheriff do the fucking.  Your job is just
keep it up there for him.  You ready, Sweet baby?  There ain't no backing
out from this point on."

"Take me, Sheriff!  I ain't back'n out.  I've waited too damn long for
this!  Go for it, Buck!"

Buck's dick was torpedo shaped.  It didn't have a huge head but it was
perfect for making entries easier for his partner with minimum discomfort.
He pressed forward and the head easily popped in.  He let Quinton get use
to the size and fucked him gently a few strokes to help stretch the muscle.
Quinton took a little more.  Before Buck realized what was happening,
Quinton push up and back, hard, sinking Buck's big dick to the base.  It
took Buck's breath away. Buck pulled Quinton to a standing position and
kissed him behind his ear.

"Damn Cowboy, now that's the way to mount a man's horse!  Got that sucker
almost all the way in there! How's it feel, Baby?"

"Oh fuck, Buck!  Better than I dreamed.  Damn, you're one big fucking
cowboy, Sheriff.  You sure as hell fill my tank."

"You've still got another inch and a half to go, Cowboy.  You want it now
or you want me to work it in?"

"I told'ju not to cheat me none, Sheriff.  I want it all, right now!"
Quinton pushed back and Buck responed by giving him the rest.  Now Quinton
couldn't say the sheriff was cheating him.  He had all ten and a half
inches of cowboy dick up his butt.

"Okay, now lay back down on the desk and let's get some good, slow gentle
fucking in until we get you good'n loose.  Then we'll do us some good hard
riding.  You sure feel good, Cowboy."

Quinton lay back down but Buck still held him in a bear lock with his arms.
He started gently fucking Quinton taking ever increasingly long deep
strokes until he was really riding Quinton's ass with no problem.  Quinton
was putting it up for him to receive every thrust of the man's big cock.

"Damn Sheriff!  When you slide that big thing in me it's like I got a
telephone pole up my butt. Shit! That feels so damn good, Buck.  Oh yeah!
Fuck me with that big thing!  Feel good to you, Sheriff?"

"Oh, Sweet baby, you gotta' know it's feeling good to this old cowpoke.
We're gonna' ride off into the sunset together.  I'm gonna' pull out and I
want you on your back!"

"Yes, Sir, Sheriff Claymore!"  Quinton loved calling Buck sheriff and know
he's getting fucked by the sheriff; the most powerful man in the county.
At twenty-eight years of age, Buck Claymore became the ultimate `daddy'
figure to all the men in that community.

"Hold your legs up there, Cowboy.  At's right!  You want it slow and
gentle, Sweet baby, or you want it all at once."

"Don't wanna' wait, Sheriff!  Give it all to me!--- Ooooofff!  Damn that's
good, Sheriff!"

Buck leaned over and stole him a kiss from his handsome cowboy with his
boots in the air.

"Feel's like it fits in there, Cowboy.  Rest you're legs on my shoulders.
There!  At's a little better. You ready for some good fuck'n, pardner?"

"Oh hell, yes, Sheriff!  Take all you want.  Unload that big cowboy dick in
me.  Ride me, cowboy!  Oh yeah!  Oh Damn, Buck, fuck that ass!  It's all
your's!"

"That ass is so sweet,---- ain't gonna' take old Buck---- too long to fill
it.  Gimme' another kiss, Sweet baby."

Buck fucked Quinton every which was for about half and hour and then
decided it was time to ride his pony to the barn.

"Ride me Sheriff! Oh God, fuck me, Buck!  Fuck me!  Fuck me! Fuuuuuck
meeee!  Oh God!  I don't know how much longer I can hold it, Buck!  You're
hitting something in there that,...that, ...Oh, oh... Goawd Daaaamnn, Buck!
Aaaarrrrrggggg!

"`At's it!  `At's it!  Try to bite old Buck's dick off with your tight
little ass, Cowboy, old Buck's filling you up...Oh,...oh,... damn!  Oh!
Feel that, Cowboy, old Buck's filling you with his come.  Damn, I shot
again.  Hold it up there for me, I got another one for you, Sweet baby.
Oh!  Aaaaawwwww!  Shit!" Buck collapses on top of Quinton breathing
heavily.

"Sure as hell glad you weren't wearing spurs, Cowboy."  Buck told Quinton.
Quinton started laughing.

"Damn, that was good!  Thanks, Buck!  I needed that."

"Listen, Cowboy, you didn't need it anymore'n I did.  Gimme' another kiss!"
Buck was still way up in side Quinton and they kissed passionately.  Then
Buck broke it off with a gentle kiss and kissed Quinton around his face.

"I hate for you to take it out, Sheriff."

"No more'n I do, Sweet baby, but I gotta' get on patrol out there.  You run
in there and clean yourself and then I will."

He withdrew from Quinton slowly with Quinton whimpering like he was gonna'
miss feeling that big thing in him.  He sat up, stood up and again Buck
grabbed him and kissed him passionately.

"Thanks for giving that beautiful little ass up to me, Quinton. I love you
for that."

"What's a buddy for if you can't fuck him now and then?"

They laughed, Quinton cleaned himself and got dressed and waited for Buck.
Buck offered Quinton another pull off his hip flash and Quinton took a
swig.  So did Buck.

"Oh, by the way, Deputy Tate, you can report to work tomorrow but I'm
afraid we're gonna' have to interview you regularly until you get it right.
That okay with you, Son?"

"Thank you, Sheriff Claymore, I'll look forward to working with you. I'll
damn sure look forward to our interviews."

Buck winked at him and the two men shook hands.  They walked out into the
main office and Mr. Rawlings was waiting in his cubical.  Buck told Quinton
goodnight and walked him to the door.

"See you tomorrow, Deputy."

"Thank's Sheriff, I appreciate you keeping me on."

Buck returned and walked over to Lyle Rawlings cubicle.

"J'eet yet, Mr. Rawlings?"

"No, I thought I'd wait and see if you wanted to go down the diner for a
bite."

"Fine with me, Chief Deputy.  Let's go."

Buck wrote on the blackboard sign they always left in the front window.
"Diner" The two men drove to the diner and had a good meal.  Buck was
surprised because Lyle Rawlings was letting Buck see parts of his
personality he'd always hidden behind a quiet, stoic, facade.  Buck felt he
had indeed hired the right man for the job.  He, in fact, did hire the
right man.  Lyle Rawlings stayed with him as his Chief Deputy Sheriff right
along with Buck and retired about five years before Buck.  Buck's leaving
office was reminiscent of Oedipus at Colonus.  The town folk wept bitter
tears when he stepped down.

It was a quite night on patrol and since they had no dispatcher in those
days, they'd cruised around town until around midnight; later in the summer
than winter.  It was a bitter cold night in December and the men kept the
heater going in the old Ford patrol car. If the town seemed quiet the men
knocked off around midnight and went home.  They'd covered the town twice.
Buck was really getting to like Lyle Rawlings.

Mr. Rawlings asked Buck to call him Lyle in private.  Buck told him to be
informal and call him Buck when they were in private.  Lyle Rawlings
insisted he and the deputies under him refer to Buck as Sheriff Claymore in
respect for the office and his position.  Buck in turn insisted on calling
all his deputies by Deputy and their last name when in public. Buck would
call Lyle, Deputy Rawlings when they were in public. If there was no one
else in the office Buck never cared if the men were informal with each
other or him.

Lyle was more relaxed than Buck ever found him to be and for once Buck
didn't seem nervous or intimidated by the good looking, older man.  He
wasn't that much older than Buck.  He was about six years older.  Buck
thought the uniform and gun belt was made for Lyle Rawlings to wear.  Buck
thought he looked so fucking hot in it and knew other's had to think so.
He later got the boys and Dan's seal of approval of his choice not only as
a good man but one of the sexiest deputies they'd had in years; other than
Quinton, of course.  If they had to be arrested please send Lyle Rawlings
to do the job.  Lyle Rawlings looked like he should be a lawman.  The town
grew to love and respect Mr. Rawlings as much as Buck.  He was fair, tried
to help when he could but wouldn't put up with shit from no man.

On the outskirts of town was a small road side park where the kids would
pull up and park overlooking the lights of the town and make out like kid's
have done since the beginning of time.  There was no one there because it
was a bitter cold night.  During the summer they'd have to chase the kids
out after midnight. Buck pulled the patrol car up and stopped.

"Just thought we'd stop for a minute and look at the lights. With all the
Christmas lights our little town sparkles like a jewel, don't it Lyle?"

"Sure does, Sheriff!  I'm proud of our little town and the whole county for
that matter, rallying behind you to vote you in as sheriff.  Everyone knew
you were an answer to a lot of folks prayers to get rid of Johnson.  You
started late but I never saw people gather around a candidate like they did
you.  I'm proud to be working with you Buck and for you.  I'll try to do
the best job I can and never let you down."

"Damn, Lyle!  That's a nice thing to say.  I feel the same way about you.
I've always admired you and you were the first man that came to mind for
Chief Deputy."

"I appreciate that, Buck, but there's one thing I'd like to know?"

"What's `at, Lyle?"

"Why didn't I get the same interview you gave Deputy Tate?"

"I don't follow, Lyle."

"Your intercom was on the whole time you were `interviewing' Deputy Tate."

"Oh God!" Buck started laughing, "And what did you do, Lyle?"

"Turned the lights off, shut the door to my cubical and jacked off."

Someone on other side of town nearly five miles away could've sworn they
heard Sheriff Claymore's and Chief Deputy Rawlings' laugher from high above
the town. The two men laughed `til they couldn't laugh anymore.  Buck
started the car and spoke to Lyle.

"Hell, Chief Deputy Rawlings, it's a quite night.  Let's go back and go
home to our families."

"Sounds good to me, Sheriff Claymore."

Nothing further was ever said but about six months later Lyle Rawlings
started having coffee every Thursday night with Quinton Tate after they
were off duty.  Then they'd disappear to Buck's cabin on the lake that
Quinton had keys to.  Lyle and Buck would sometimes knock off early and
play hide the little green snake.

Lyle could always tell went the Sheriff needed a little relaxing with
Lyle's big dick up his butt.  It was usually after a nerve frazzling week
where all hell broke loose.  After the day was over the Sheriff would offer
Lyle a pull off his hip flack.  That always let Lyle know the Sheriff
needed his help. He was asking for Lyle's, personal, one on one, in depth
therapy.

Because of his status and power in the community Buck has a certain
reputation to uphold.  Only three men in town he could relax with and get
his itch scratched.  Morgan, Dan and Lyle Rawlings.  They all could tell
when their buddy, the sheriff, needed their help and he always got it. Lyle
Rawlings was the sheriff's relief valve.  Buck thought Lyle Rawlings gave
him the best fuckings he'd ever had..  Buck claimed they were like his
Southern Comfort; sweet, strong and medicinal.

Lyle would fuck the big man slow and deep for an hour or more.  He was a
man that loved to fuck. He'd never thought about fucking a man until that
evening listening to Buck and Quinton.  Their enthusiasm and the sounds of
their sexual rutting got him hotter than hell and he had to jack off. He
thought if that made him so hot he wondered what that sweet looking ass of
Quinton's would feel like wrapped around his fuck stick.  He found out.
Lyle and Buck fucked Quinton regularly for almost forty years.  Even after
Quinton got married and had six kids.  After fucking Quinton for six months
Lyle was more than willing to help the Sheriff out.

It didn't happen too often between Buck and Lyle Rawlings.  Maybe once
every three or four months.  The Sheriff would start looking at him a
certain way and Lyle knew it wouldn't be long.  Lyle never said `no' to the
sheriff.  After Lyle fucked Buck for hour or more he'd unload in Buck's ass
and he could feel the Sheriff trying to bite his cock off as he shot his
pent-up load.  That always sent Lyle Rawlings over the hill.  He would
shoot and shoot into Buck's ass.

For the next month or so Buck was a mellow, easy going and a happy man.  He
was good to Lyle Rawlings and treated him with respect.  He backed him up
with any decision he made concerning his deputies.  Lyle Rawlings didn't
make a snap decision without weighing it heavily but when he did it was
God's holy word as far as Sheriff Claymore was concerned.  Most times he'd
talk it over with Buck.  Nine times out of ten Buck would tell him to make
the decision and he would back him.  Buck never let Lyle down and Lyle was
always there for his sheriff.  Buck was, indeed, Lyle's Sheriff.  Buck
jokingly told Lyle one night he was gonna' have to re-write his job
description, "Chief Deputy in charge of taking care of the Sheriff to make
sure he doesn't go crazy."  He didn't have to, but every year at Christmas
Buck remembered Lyle Rawlings handsomely just to say, `thanks.'

Buck ripped out the damn intercom altogether and left his door open most of
the time. If it was shut his secretary had a secret knock if it was really,
really important.  Otherwise, if his door was shut and locked he was not to
be disturbed.  To get to the Sheriff when his door was closed you had to go
through each deputy, the Chief Deputy, and his secretary.

The secretary worked for the office for years.  She was little Jannie
Anderson's mother, Carol Anderson.  Mrs. Anderson was raising Jannie by
herself.  Her husband, didn't come back from the war.  Rather than gifts
the men always took up a collection for her at Christmas and Buck gave her
a Christmas bonus as well. They were good to her. They looked out for her
and Jannie and wouldn't let any man talk foul or suggestive in front of
her.  When the deputies were at work they were expected to be gentlemen and
if they weren't they didn't last long.  Lyle got rid of them.

Buck didn't find out until later she was also first cousin to Lyle
Rawlings.  Her name had been Rawlings before she married her husband.  Buck
would've hired her anyway.  She was the most qualified and needed the job
more than any other woman that applied.  She was always on time unless
Jannie was sick and even then she had her mother to stay with Jannie.  She
would make it in to work.  Buck could tell she was worried and if it was
slow he'd sent her home with no dock in pay.  She became fiercely loyal to
the lawmen.

She guarded Buck's privacy like Cerberus, the seven headed dog at the gates
of hell.  She knew everything that went on in that office but loved and
respected all the men.  Especially Lyle and Buck.  She never would say a
word to anyone if her life depended on it about the men's extracurricular
activities.  She was so grateful she had Buck's God son and Dan Justin's
boy looking out for her little girl.  Jannie would come home and tell her
mom about some guy that was picking on her and if Gip or Waddie saw him he
never did it again.  If he did and she had to go to them as a last resort,
God help the boy. Carol Anderson thanked God every night for her greater
family.  The men considered her as family, too.


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Oatie Trent (pronounced: Oat'-E)


Waddie and Gip were breezing through school.  The end of the second year
there were four top students in their class. Jannie Anderson, Waddie, Gip
and a small boy named Oatie Trent. He moved to their town from another
small town where he went through the first grade.  But he seemed so
unprepared for his second year.  The kid got picked on all the time because
not only was he was small, effeminate but also because of his real name;
Othal Trent.  It was unusual and cause for much childish derision.

He was afraid to go to the bathroom because the times he tried some kid
would make fun of him or worse hit him.  So, he just didn't go and for the
first two weeks he messed in his pants almost everyday and they'd have to
send him home.  That only gave the other kids more fuel for cruelty.  He
was withdrawn and didn't have a clue how to interrelate with other kids.
He was so shy he wouldn't even play with the girls.  He would come to
school with cuts and bruises, his clothes torn and in a general mess.  Some
kid would've beaten him up on the way to school.  He was almost flunking in
every subject because he was so traumatized he couldn't learn nor think.

Many days he would be so horrified that he had to face this trauma everyday
he'd run out of the class room and run home.  No one would see him for the
rest of the day.  Gip didn't like that a bit and he and Waddie tried their
damnedest to help the kid.  They told him to come to them if he was being
picked on and needed help and they would help him.  He did several times
but so many were picking on him Gip and Waddie spent all their time trying
to see that Othel had at least part of a good day. It was beginning to take
it's toll on the boys.  Dan and Buck could sense something because Waddie
and Gip talked among themselves a lot more than usual and seemed concerned
about something.

Finally, they told Dad Dan what was happening and asked his advice. What
could they do for the kid?  He was a small, good looking kid but was
helpless and inept. He seemed incapable of understanding how or why he
found himself in an environment he was totally unprepared for.  For all of
that, there was something about him they both felt drawn to.  Was God
telling them to help this kid?

"Well, it would seem to me you offered to help him but it wasn't enough.
He obviously needs more.  Have you men considered what you might have to
invest to get this boy on the road to some kind of normal life.  It isn't
your fault he's in the shape he's in.  It's someone else's.  Chances are
they don't know the situation they've put him into nor are they capable of
helping him.  Perhaps, they just don't care.  Have you considered what a
commitment to get him on the road to self help might take?  However, and
this is a big `however' have you considered the possible rewards a
commitment like that might bring you?

Now, I'm not talking money or personal gain, I'm talking in your heart and
soul how much you might gain.  I don't want to influence you in anyway but
you men have some talking to do to agree how far you want to go and how
much of yourselves you want to invest.  There comes a time in every man's
life when he has to reach out and go the limit for his fellow man. That's
exactly what your Uncle Buck did by going off to war.  He was insuring the
future for you boys that you might continue to live in a free country.  He
put his life on the line for what he believed in. That's what takes man out
of the realm of the animal world and raises us to what God intended man to
become, a little higher than the angels.

Now those are mighty pretty words but I didn't say them first.  I read them
somewhere.  I just happen to agree with them.  My dad never did a damn
thing in his life that I know of for another man unless he was assured of
getting something in return.  He died an embittered, resentful, selfish,
hateful old man. He died by himself because he never invested anything in
another human being and he burned all his bridges behind him.  Now, before
you take on this project, find out something about him. Visit his home. Go
knock on the door and tell whoever answers you're Othel's friends from
school may we come in and visit him.

Another thing, I want you to talk with my brother, the Sheriff of our
county.  For all his joking and sense of fun there is a very serious,
sensitive, intelligent, loving man underneath.  I don't think I really need
to tell the two of you that.  You know you can tell that big man anything
and he'll never love you less.  Ask him if he knows anything about the
boy's family and how you might go about helping the kid.

If you decide you want to help him I think you might be surprised that the
other kids might follow your lead and try to help him, too.  I know your
family will and by that you know I meant all of us.  If you decide not to,
I'm not gonna' think less of you.  Don't fool yourselves, it's a big
job. You might decide it's just too much for you; because, you will, in
effect, become responsible for another person's life.  Are you ready to do
that?  On the other hand, somewhere, someday, every man has to draw a line
in the sand, step across, and say, `I care about my brother.'"

The boys talked long and serious.  They got a legal pad and made notes as
to what they thought they might have to do, how much from their lives it
would take, and were they ready to make that commitment.  Dan and Jimmy Sue
were proud of their boys.  They didn't make a snap decision and weighed all
the factors.  They talked to the Sheriff and he was very serious with them
and told them Dad Dan's words were gold.  He backed him up a hundred
percent.

Buck was able to supply a little information.  Buck called the sheriff in
the small town in central Texas they moved from.  His mom and dad were
killed in a plane crash when he was two years old and there was no one in
the family that would take a child that young.  Two old maid aunts took him
and raised him as a girl for the first five years of his life.  Why?  Well,
the old ladies weren't mean spirited.  They meant well, but they were old
maids and didn't know anything about children let alone how to raise a boy.

They had no idea what he needed. They were women, they knew about women, so
they raised him as a girl.  He never wore a pair of pants until he went to
school.  He never had a haircut until he started school.  He never knew he
wasn't a girl until a year ago.  They dressed him in dresses and kept his
hair long and gave him lots of dolls to play with. He barely passed first
grade in the school he was in. He just couldn't fit in. All this time he
thought he was a girl and then he woke up one morning and his aunt's told
him, "Now you have to go to school and be a boy."

Waddie's heart went out to the boy.  He knew the language of confusion, he
spoke rejection fluently, he also knew the pain of needing someone, anyone
to love him enough to get him off the floor of that Goddamn closet.
Waddie's mind was made up after hearing that but he wanted Gip to make up
his own mind.

Waddie didn't react at all to Buck's news. He waited for Gip's reaction.
Gip was quiet.  Was he waiting for Waddie to take the lead?  Waddie wasn't
going to this time. If he was to agree and commit to this boy he had to
have Gip's full support or he couldn't do it with the rest of his world in
chaos.

"There's one other person I want us to talk to, Brother." Gip announced to
Waddie.

"Dr. Dyer?"  asked Waddie.  Gip smiled at his brother.

"Yeah, Dr. Dyer.  Damned if ya' ain't reading my mind again, Bro."  Gip
laughed.

"Ain't hard when you love some one as much as I do you, Gip."

"Guess that's why I finish your sentences for ya,'" Gip paused, "but
there's a confused, frightened little man out there that will never have
the chance to find love like you and I have unless someone cares enough to
show him the way.  I want Dr. Dyer's advice more than influencing the way I
vote.  My minds all ready made up."  Tears came to Waddie's eyes.

"I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for your love, Gip.  Knowing that I
was gonna' have you and your strength beside me was the main reason I came
back.  That kid is on the bottom of my closet without anyone to love him
enough to get him out.  I don't have a choice, Gip,.  I have to commit to
helping him."

"I do too, Waddie.  I was lost and seriously considered killing myself.  I
prayed for God to send me a special person, a buddy, to love and the next
day a handsome young cowboy took me in his arms and told me he loved me.
You don't know how much I needed to hear someone say that other than my
parents.  You not only wanted me for your buddy you loved me enough to give
me my name.  A name I'll be proud to answer to the rest of my life.  I
don't have a choice either, Brother, but I do want advise from Dr. Dyer.
We need all the help we can get."

Buck and Linda Sue were listening to this and both split in opposite
directions to find tissues to blow their noses.  Buck came back and was
visibly shaken. Linda Sue was still crying.

"You boys never cease to amaze the four adults in your family.  I think you
made the right decision not only for the boy but for you.  We'll all
probably gain as much as he will.  Just go slow, take your time and don't
frighten him."

Dr. Dyer was only too happy to talk with the boys and he was familiar with
Othel.  He agreed with the boys, it was an awful name.  He was helpful and
encouraged them.  He offered counseling free of charge to the boys any time
they wanted to come by.  He'd squeeze them in somewhere.  He wanted them to
know he thought their resolve to help the boy was heroic and they could
count on his help.  That made them feel a lot better.

The boys planned how they were going to do it and their plan made a lot of
sense. They went by to visit Othel and he was happy to see them because
they'd been nice to him and tried to help him. He was so afraid.  Waddie
and Gip could tell his two aunts had no clue what their nephew was going
through. Waddie wanted to get him away from his aunts to talk to him.  He
called Buck and asked if he could bring their buddy O.T. to dinner.  Buck
picked them up and met Oatie's aunts. They were impressed that their nephew
was having dinner with the sheriff of the county, his wife and two nephews.
They were all agog.  Linda Sue was thrilled to have the boy's new buddy
over.

At first, Buck's size scared the boy but when he found out that underneath
this mountain of a man was a big kid that liked to play kissing bandit he
wouldn't get three feet away from him. Waddie knew how he felt. He found
love in the biggest mountain of a man he could imagine and he felt safe.
O.T. crawled over Buck all evening and Buck had the kid giggling and
squealing for joy.

Buck fell in love with him, he was a cute little boy. Linda Sue was
captivated.  He was pleasant, well mannered and thoughtful.  He never
questioned Gip or Waddie calling him O.T.  He knew it was his initials but
he liked the sound of the name so he spelled it Oatie.  And from that night
on he went by that name and later in life had his name officially changed
to Oatie.

Waddie and Gip started having Oatie hang around with them to protect him.
Nobody bothered him then.  They'd even go to the boys room with him when he
needed so's not to get beaten up because some bigger boy demanded Oatie
flush the toilet with his head in it.

After a while the teachers could see what Waddie and Gip were trying to do
for the boy and never called him by his real name again.  He was on their
records as Oatie Trent.

Gip and Waddie kept him close and watched out for him.  His grades
skyrocketed.  He wouldn't try any sport because he never had anyone to
teach him those things.  He was tiny compared to the rest of the boys.  He
refused to take part in any kind of sports. It was too rough for him.
Waddie and Gip weren't gonna' have that.  They told him he was their buddy
and if he wasn't gonna' participate then they weren't either.  Gip and
Waddie were the class's best team players at everything and the kids would
go nuts trying to get them to play.

"No!  If our buddy Oatie don't play.  We don't play."  That lasted all of
two days and Oatie caved. All the kids were begging him to play so his
buddies would play.

"Come on, Oatie!  We'll teach you.  No one's gonna' hurt you.  We'll watch
out for you."

The kids were good to their word.  Oatie got better and better until he was
always within the first four or five kids picked for a team.  He improved
by the month.  Gip and Waddie had discovered a small but natural athlete
with God given talent no one suspected. Waddie and Gip talked him into
getting rid of the dresses and dolls.  When his aunts were gone the boys
quickly carried the stuff out to the incinerator, doused it good with
kerosene and touched it off.  Surprisingly, Oatie didn't shed a tear.  From
then on he wouldn't wear anything his aunts tried to buy him that was
feminine.  When they were gone he'd immediately take it to the incinerator
and burn it. It was almost like he was burning the fears of his past.

He ran around a lot with Waddie and Gip.  He loved to come to the Justins
and spend a weekend. Dan Justin's heart went out to him and so did Buck's.
They had another son.  Oatie would talk to Dan or Buck for hours asking
them all sorts of questions his aunts wouldn't answer. They were never so
busy they couldn't find time for Oatie.  Oatie trusted Dan and knew he and
the sheriff would never lie to him.  He could tell them anything, and did!
He loved Sheriff Claymore and was so impressed to have Sunday dinner with
the Claymore's, Waddie and Gip.  He would cry tears of joy and happiness
when the Sheriff would come in wearing his gun and uniform, pick Oatie up,
hug him and kiss him and asked him how his boy was doing today.  Buck would
hold him until he got it all out.  He'd apologize and Buck would gently
chide him.

"I thought we was buddies, Oatie!"

"We are, Sheriff Claymore.  Honest, we are!"

"Then buddies don't apologize for shedding a few tears on their buddy's
shoulders.  Now do they?"

"You're right Sheriff!"  then he'd whisper, "I love you, Sheriff."

"No, no!  You proud you love me, Oatie?"

"Oh yes, Sheriff, you know I am!"

"Listen up everybody!" Buck would call everyone's attention, Dan, Momma
Sue, Aunt Linda, the two boys, "This, here's, my buddy Oatie.  We're
buddies and I love him!  Your turn, Son."

"Sheriff Claymore's my buddy and I love him, too."

Everyone would applaud and Oatie would beam with love and joy. He never
experienced male love before in his life and he was drinking it in faster
every day.  Waddie knew how he felt. Gip and Waddie were proud to share
their dads with Oatie.  According to Gip and Waddie, Buck's big arms were
medicinal. Buck would steal another kiss and Oatie would giggle.  Oatie's
aunts began to realize what the boys, the Sheriff, the Justins and
eventually a lot more people were trying to do for their nephew.  They
didn't stand in their way and allowed Oatie to become a boy and a man. Like
Waddie and Gip, Oatie became a child of the community.  Everyone knew who
he was and loved him.

During the summer Oatie spent almost every day with the boys.  They came to
love him and found out he had the quickest wit of any kid in school and
kept everyone laughing. He could take the simplest of stories and turn it
into an outrageous tale.  The more he ran with Gip and Waddie the more
outrageous tales Oatie had to tell.  He was no longer shy and retiring.
He'd have fifteen kids mesmerized listening to his story.

One day in early summer, the three boys, Dan and Buck were working all
morning in the heat and were exhausted. They knocked off work about eleven
to clean up for lunch.  It was so hot Dan and Buck were afraid for the boys
to continue in the heat.  Dad Dan declared the rest of the afternoon a
holiday.  It was just too damn hot. There was a portion of an old creek
that ran through a small section of Dan's property.  It was the old
limestone quarry where they the cut limestone for the court house.  It had
the clearest water and you could see all the way to the bottom.  You could
see fishes swimming around.  The five drove down in Bertie May and still
had all their clothes on.  Momma Sue gave them old towels.  Buck parked
under the shade of a huge cottonwood tree.

Oatie was shy and didn't want to take his clothes off.  Buck told the rest
of `em to go on he wanted to talk to Oatie.  Dan and the boys shucked their
clothes off faster that you could say strip.

"Oatie, Darlin', we love you.  We want you to feel comfortable.  I can
understand you not wanting to take your clothes off.  Do you have underwear
on?"

"Yes Sir."

"What if you strip down to that?  Would that be all right?"

"I don't know, Sheriff.  Ain't never done nothing like that before."

"Nobody can see much when you're in the water anyway.  What if we strip
down and I hold you up against me until we get in.  That way, nobody can
see you."

"Would you do that for me?"

"Of course, Oatie.  I'm your buddy, ain't I?"

"Yes Sir."  Buck was in levis and a old western shirt with the sleeves cut
out.

"Will you help me undress, Oatie?" asked Buck.  He thought if he could get
Oatie to undress him Oatie wouldn't be so afraid for Buck to undress him.

"Sure, Sheriff."

Buck stood him up on the tailgate. Buck told him to unbutton his shirt.
Otie did, helped Buck off with it and neatly laid it aside.  Buck ask him
to unbutton his jeans.  Oatie did.  Buck ask him to pull them down.  Oatie
did but wasn't prepared for Buck's big dick to flop out in his face.  He
thought the sheriff of all people would be wearing underwear.  Rather than
be upset Oatie giggled.

Buck sat on the tail gate and ask Oatie to help him with his boots.  The
boy did.  Buck raised his feet and asked Oatie to pull his jeans off and he
did.  Buck stood up and watched as Oatie drank in the Sheriff who was
standing not three in front of him buck ass naked.  Oatie's mouth fell open
as he looked Buck up and down.  He finally stopped at Buck's dick, was
aware he was staring but couldn't take his eyes away.  He froze like a
frightened animal about to be eaten by his prey.  He couldn't move and was
so frustrated he just started crying.  Buck picked him up to quiet him and
held him. Of course Buck stole several kisses.

"Did I scare you, Sweet baby?"

"Oh no, Sheriff.  I've never seen another man or boy naked before. I didn't
look at Gip, Waddie, or Dad Dan.  I didn't want to embarrass them.  I was
embarrassed because I wanted to run up and put my hands on you and I didn't
know whether that was right or not.  I wanted to so badly but I was frozen
so the best I could do was cry.  I won't apologize."

"Good! What's wrong with wanting to run up and touch me?  I wouldn't care
if you wanted to run up and touch me, but the rules are, anyplace you touch
me gives me the right to do that to you.  If we're buddies we can do that
without embarrassment or shame.  Do you want to touch me?"

"Sure do, Sheriff!"

"Ah, but you can't until you have your clothes off, can you?  Cause
anything you want to touch on me I get to touch on you.  The boys and Dan
are the same way.  If you want to touch them asked them they'll let
you. Then they have that right, too. You want me to help you undress?"

"Yes Sir."

Buck stood Oatie on the tail gate and slowly took off his clothes.  He got
to his underwear and asked Oatie if he could remove them or did he want to
leave them on?

"I wouldn't get to touch you if you can't touch me, right, Sheriff?"

"Them's the rules."

"Do it, Sheriff!  I wanna' touch you."

Buck pulled Oatie to him in a hug and kissed him behind the ear.  Oatie
giggled.

"You do it, Son.  You're a man now!"

Oatie didn't waste anytime.  When he dropped his underwear Buck's legs
almost went out from under him and he damn near fell to his knees in front
of the child.  He tried not to but he couldn't help but giggle when he saw
the size of Oatie's dick.  It had to be the biggest, damn dick on a kid
he'd ever seen in his life. Buck thought the kid was shy because he might
not have as much as his peers.  Oatie was the only man or boy that ever
made Buck feel inadequate.

"That's all right, Sheriff, you can go ahead laugh.  That's why I didn't
want to undress.  I'm a freak.  My aunts told me so.  That's why they
raised me as a girl until I went to school. They were ashamed of me." (His
aunts had actually taken him to doctors to see if they could reduce the
size of his penis.)  Buck almost lost it he felt the boy's confusion and
pain.  He didn't understand.  How could they do that?  They did!

"You!  ain't!  no!  freak!, Oatie!  Look down at me!"  Oatie did.

"You're bigger'n me, Sheriff!  Much bigger!  Can I feel it?"

"Grab yourself a big ole handful, Oatie!"  Buck smiled.

Oatie grabbed Buck's dick and he started to get hard.  Buck grabbed Oatie's
and it started to get hard.

"Why does our pee-pee's do that, Sheriff?"

"Because you love me and I love you.  It's normal, Oatie!  You're normal!"

Oatie put his arms around Buck's neck and hugged him.

"Carry me into the water like this, Sheriff?"  Oatie asked.

"Be proud to, Son! Hang on tight!"

Buck picked up Oatie and slowly walked to the water and into it.  Buck sat
down with Oatie and eased him under the water next to him.  The boys came
over with Dan and they sat around Buck and Oatie.  They were telling him
how happy they were he decided to join them. Waddie reached over and
grabbed his uncle's dick.

"Watch this, Oatie."

Buck knew what Waddie was up to and grabbed a mouth full of water.  Waddie
took Buck's dick in both hands and pumped it up and down.  Buck threw back
his head and expelled the water like Waddie was pumping it out of him.
Oatie squealed with delight. He thought that was the funniest and best
thing he'd ever seen.  Oatie had to try it.  In his excitement, Oatie
forgot about being naked and stood up in front of the boys and Dan.  The
three of them audibly gasped and almost drowned when they caught sight of
Oatie's dick.  Buck was laughing his ass off at their reaction.

"Holy mother of God!  Where was I when the dicks were passed out?"  Dan
cried.

The boys were laughing at Dan and Buck almost choked to death.  Poor Oatie
didn't know what to do. Dan held his arms out to Oatie.

"Come'mer Oatie."  Dan almost made it a demand but a loving one.

Oatie went to Dad Dan and Dan held him close.  We're not laughing at you,
Son. We're laughing at us because we wish we had the equipment between our
legs that you have between your's.  God gave you a gift, Oattie.  A gift
that all men wish they could be blessed with.  Someday you'll be very proud
of your dick.  If people laugh it's because it's unusual to see a boy your
age with that large a dick.  Did you ever hear the story of the ugly
duckling that grew up to be a beautiful swan?"

"Yes Sir."

"You're not ugly by any stretch but my point is one day what you're shy
about, now, is going to be a beautiful part of you.  If you ask the boys,
I'm sure they'll be happy show you how to use it."

"You mean it's not just for pee-peeing?  There's other things you can do
with it?"

"Oooooh, yes, Oatie!  Be patient and some evening the boys will show you
what else you can do with it.  Right, guys?"

"Sure.  Oatie's our brother.  Brother's do that for each other, right Gip?"

"They sure do.  You'd be surprised what you can do with it, Oatie.  Why,
I'll bet you could put out a five alarm fire by yourself with that damn
thing."

Dan and Buck laughed with the boys.  Oatie still wanted to pump Buck's
dick.  Buck grabbed a mouthful and let Oatie pump it out of him.  Oatie
squealed with glee again.  He thought that was wonderful. Dan looked at
Buck.

"I wouldn't mind some of that action myself, Cowboy."

Buck splash water in Dan's face. They both broke up.  For two grown men,
Buck and Dan spent more time laughing together than anything else.  They
really enjoyed each other.

Gip and Waddie were having too much fun for Oatie to be shy.  Something in
him snapped and he didn't give a shit anymore.  He came out of his shell in
a big way.  The boys complimented him on his dick, he let them feel it and
he felt theirs.  He even ask Dad Dan if he could feel his balls.  Dan told
him sure, just be gentle `cause they were easily hurt.  Oatie was very
gentle and thanked Dad Dan.

After that day Oatie never had a problem running around buck ass naked with
the boys or the men. It got so bad at the mere mention of going swimming,
Oatie's clothes were flying everywhere and Gip or Waddie would have to
tackle him on his way out the barn door naked as a jay bird.

Once in a while the men would have a `rooster party.'  It was an all night
affair, usually in Buck's old room at the Claymore's.  Buck's bed in that
house was enormous and would sleep Dan, Buck and the three boys
comfortably.  Buck would have one of his naked poker parties and the boys
would run around naked and have a ball.  Dan held on to one of Quinton's
arms and Buck took the other the first time he saw Oatie's dick.  Quinton
damn near fainted and he couldn't take his eyes off Oatie's dick.

Of course Deputy Tate shows up with gun, badge and uniform.  Gip and Waddie
were both so taken with Quinton the first time they saw him, they were
nervous to be around him naked.  Not so with Oatie!  Oatie ran up to
Quinton, jumped in his arms and kissed him dead on the lips. Quinton
jokingly ask Oatie if he would marry him in fifteen years.  Oatie's dick
was a wonder to behold. Buck named it the eighth wonder of the civilized
world and damn near the fourth in the animal kingdom. At that party they
had a new man to break in; Lyle Rawlings.

The boys forgot about Quinton immediately when Chief Deputy Rawlings walked
in.  Waddie spoke to Gip and Oatie quietly.

"There, gentlemen, is a man!"

Oatie's mouth fell open. He'd never seen such good looking men in his life
and to have them hug and kiss him while naked was a form of male bonding he
would get nowhere else. Lyle Rawlings had been warned and wasn't exempt
from Oatie's exuberant displays of affection.  Lyle saw this little blur
running towards him but got his arms open just in time to receive
Oatie. Oatie had his arms around Lyle's neck, hugging and kissing him.
Lyle had the biggest damn smile on his face.  You couldn't meet Oatie and
not love him.

Lyle Rawlings fell in love with all three boys but especially Oatie.  He
thought Oatie was the cutest kid God put on the face of the Earth.  Oatie
didn't think Lyle Rawlings was too shabby either.  Lyle had less problems
and felt more comfortable without his clothes that any of them.  He didn't
put Oatie down but two or three times all evening.  He sat him on his lap
to play poker.

Oatie was sitting in Lyle's lap and it was pinching Lyle's dick and balls
someway.  Oatie could feel his discomfort, reached his little hand down,
brought Lyle's big dick up between Oatie's legs and he closed them gently
so it would hold Lyle's dick up and keep it from being pinched.  Lyle
scooted forward just a bit and they were both very comfortable.  Then
Lyle's dick started getting hard and Oatie could feel it. Because of what
Buck told him, Oatie innocently leaned back and told Lyle,

"I'm so glad you love me, too."  Lyle didn't know what he meant and turned
beet red. Leave it to Buck to say the damndest thing at the wrong time.

"When you two men are though playing hide the little green snake, let us
know, and we'll play poker?"  Oatie thought that was the funniest thing
he'd ever heard and got the giggles.

"Never you mind!" said Lyle, "You're big but with no uniform, you ain't
sheriff here.  Oatie and me are doing just fine, and `yes', Oatie, I do
love you."  He stole a kiss from Oatie.  Oatie was in heaven.

No one told Oatie the rules of the game. He sat quietly watching intently
for about an hour. He never asked a question.  Lyle went to play a card and
Oatie shook his head.  Oatie just pointed to two cards the others he waved
away.

"I'll have three cards."  Lyle said to Quinton the dealer.

"Three it is."  said Quinton.  Lyle picked up the cards and spread them and
had a straight flush. He kissed Oatie behind the ear.  Oatie just giggled.
He and Oatie wiped them out.  They weren't even fun to play with anymore.
Funny thing was Oatie was so subtle in his recommendations to Lyle, none of
the men picked up on it. They were a team.  Waddie and Gip did and giggled
with Oatie after Lyle had gone.  Buck, Dan and Quinton were going on and on
about how great a poker player Lyle Rawlings was.

"He must've thought Oatie brought him good luck." said Dan.

"He did! I saw him slip Oatie a five dollar bill." said Quinton.  The boys
just giggled.

"You guys got the giggles tonight.  You been giggling all evening.  What's
gotten into you guys?  Wait a minute.  You guys know something we don't."
said Buck. The boys were rolling on the bed laughing.

"All right! There's three men here, Quinton, Dad Dan and me.  If somebody
don't talk soon three little boys are gonna' be submitted to tickle
torture.  What's it gonna' be gentleman: talk or torture?"

They weren't going tell.  Buck went for Oatie. Dan went for Waddie and
Quinton grabbed Gip and there was an explosion of giggling boys until all
three were hollering `calf rope.'

"It weren't Lyle Rawlings who beat you at poker."  blurted out Gip.

The three men looked at Oatie and Oatie had this look of horror on his face
like he'd just been caught robbing a bank.  Dan and Buck knew better than
to doubt the boys but Quinton was still learning.

"I don't believe it." said Quinton.

"Oh ye of little faith."  said Dan to Quinton.  Buck howled.

"Get the cards Waddie."  Buck said to Waddie.  Waddie got the cards and
Waddie and Gip played the fourth hand.  Oatie sat in Quinton's lap and
proceeded to wipe everyone out again.  Even though Oatie was sitting in
Quinton lap and subtly telling him every card to play, Quinton still
couldn't believe it.  Dan and Buck laughed `til they were sore.  Oatie was
a phenomenon at games.  He could grasp the mathematical probability of any
game of chance and beat it.

The guys were going on about how comfortable Lyle seemed without his
clothes.

"That's because most animals aren't accustom to wearing clothes."  allowed
Oatie as an adroit toss off.

Waddie and Gip fell out laughing, but it took the men a couple of minutes
to realize what Oatie had said and they fell on the floor laughing at
Oatie.  He'd hit the nail on the head.  It said what they were all
thinking.  Lyle Rawlings was, indeed, an animal but a very fine looking
one.

The boys taught Oatie to ride their ponies and any free time they had they
were playing ball. He would help and work as hard as the boys on any
project Dan or Buck had going around the place.  They even helped Morgan
repair his barn.  Oatie started growing and by the end of second grade he
wasn't the smallest boy in the class anymore. He had confidence, brains and
had learned from the boys the value of friendship.  No one picked on Oatie
anymore unless they wanted a fat lip.


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In the second grade Morgan's beatings of Waddie started in again.  He began
to believe the other three over Waddie.  Waddie wasn't home enough to break
anything but Morgan was too blind to put two and two together.  Whatever
happened, happened when Morgan was on a run.  Never when he was home. Then
Morgan would carry Waddie to the barn and beat him almost senseless to get
him to cry and admit he had done what he was accused of.  Waddie refused
and found the most miraculous thing happened.

Waddie never felt a one of Morgan's blows to his ass.  It would get red,
sometimes bleed and Waddie would pass out but he never let out a cry, moan,
nor move his ass when he was struck.  Morgan couldn't believe the boy would
put it up higher taunting him to take his best shot.  When Morgan was so
tired he couldn't swing his arms anymore or after Waddie passed out, he
would tell Waddie that was enough.  Morgan would've come in his pants.
Waddie would walk up to his dad without a tear in his eye, kiss him
passionately on the lips and speak.

"I love you, Dad.  I forgive you for beating me unjustly, but I refuse to
lie for you anymore!  I told you I didn't do it and God as my witness, I
didn't!  You didn't get me to admit I did it!  Because I didn't!  You lost,
Dad!  And you know Dad, I do owe you an apology about something.  You
weren't lying when you said this hurt you more than it did me!  This hurts
you a hell of a lot more than it does me.  You're losing your son, Dad.  Is
it worth the price? "  Morgan was defeated.  He was no longer in control.
His son had the strength to take that control away from him without raising
a hand in anger. Waddie could hear Morgan sobbing, gut wrenching sobs as he
left.  Morgan would call after him but he wouldn't return.

"Waddie,--- don't go!  Don't leave me, Son.  I had to do that because I
love you!  I have to punish you to correct you!  To keep you from lying!
Come back!  Please, Waddie,--- I need you!"

Waddie would turn, walk to the Justin's and cry his heart out in Dan
Justin's arms.  He would never let Dan or Buck see his ass until it healed
although they could see the blood soaked through his levis.  Gip and Oatie
became his medics.  He made Buck and Dan promise they wouldn't do nor say
anything to Morgan about it.  Buck called Dr. Dyer and told him what was
going on.  Dr. Dyer would drive to the Justin's to examine Waddie but
Waddie wouldn't let him.  They tried to get Gip and Oatie to tell them and
they wouldn't.  Neither boy would lie, they just couldn't get anything out
of them.  If they persisted all the boys would do was break into tears and
put their head in their hands.

Waddie never stopped doing his chores for Morgan, although he would be
hurting so bad sometimes, Gip and Oatie would have to help him get through.
They didn't mind they were there for their brother. He never stopped doing
his chores for Buck.  Buck would watch him grab his ass every now and then
and walk like a ninety year old cowboy.  The big man would go in the house
and cry in his wife's arms and she would in his.

The boys always devised some devilish scheme to get back at Willie.  They
sent off for some itching powder and lightly dusted all of Willie's clothes
with it, including his prized band uniform.  They even lightly dusted his
bed sheets and pillows.  Poor Willie itched for two months.

There were three beatings during the second year of school.  Never one
during the summer because Waddie was away from the house or was with Gip
and Oatie.  He had too good an alibi for Willie to frame him.  The third
year there were four beatings and that year saw one of Waddie the
Merciless's greatest triumphs.


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One evening while Waddie was having supper with the Justins, Momma Sue
began to tell about her new houseplant she bought from a nursery in Austin.

"It's a foliage plant and it's called a `Dieffenbachia.' You guys think it
looks nice in that corner?"

The three men knew when to agree with Momma Sue and complemented her on her
choice of corners. They all thought it was a lovely plant.  She had good
taste.

"You know, it's the strangest thing.  It's also called the `dumb cane.'
You boys be careful you don't accidently swallow any of it or get any of
it's juices in your mouth. It'll temporarily paralyze your vocal cords.
They use to call mute people "dumb." It was a horrible thing to call a deaf
person who couldn't speak `deaf and dumb.'  Many can't speak but they're
far from being dumb. In fact, most are extremely bright."

Waddie immediately took an interest in Momma Sue's horticultural pursuits.
Waddie raved over how beautiful the plant was and how proud she must be of
it.  Several weeks later she divided it and asked Waddie if he'd like to
try his hand at growing one for his room.  Would he?  He'd be
thrilled. Momma Sue potted him up a goodly chunk of the plant and sent it
home with him.  He watered it, fed it and it flourished.  He remembered to
thank Momma Sue every time he thought of it as it was a nice addition to
his stark room. Months went by and everyone forgot about it.

Aside from striving to be an asshole Willie was also a budding musician.
He played clarinet in the marching band in high school.  He would practice
in his room almost every afternoon and drive Waddie crazy.  That's when
Waddie would go out to the barn to do his chores and take care of the
ponies.

Waddie, Gip and Oatie always had an assortment of critters they were trying
to heal.  Sick or injured animals would somehow find their way to Waddie,
Gip, or Oatie and they'd do their best to give them a place to rest,
recuperate and heal.  The boys `infirmary' was in a corner of Dan Justin's
old barn about fifty yards from Morgan's newer barn.

The boy's got Dan's permission to keep their sick critters there.  Waddie
would take care of them in the evenings.  Sometimes they had as many as
fifteen or twenty critters they were taking care of.  They were highly
successful and Oatie kept accurate records of successes and failures. They
named all the critters and showed the date they found them, where they
found them, and what they thought might be wrong with them.  Dan casually
mentioned the boys critter hospital in the old barn when Dr. Dyer and his
wife came for dinner one evening.

Dr. Dyer wanted to see their operation and walked down to the barn with the
boys.  He was astounded when he reviewed their records. The boys had a
twenty percent greater success ratio than the hospital.  He couldn't
believe it.  He would come out and check the boys progress regularly.  He
was amazed. He followed the progress of several animals and couldn't
believe the swift recovery some of them made. He called Agatha and told her
what he found and was astounded.  She was too.  His question for her was,
did she think it possible there was a higher power involved in the healing
ratio of these animals? Agatha didn't stop to think.  Her answer was an
unqualified `yes!'

"Both boys and their friend have been touched by God's hand and he's
sending those sick critters to them.  Of course you'll tell them to be
careful of wounded animals and rabies?"

Dr. Dyer assured her he would.  They didn't talk long but she was thrilled
he called and shared that with her.  She knew what books to get next time.


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Waddie took a nice healthy piece of his Dieffenbachia plant and chopped it
up real fine and when no one was home he put it in an old pot, ran some
water over it and boiled it down to a thick white goo.  Then he climbed in
through the window to Willie's room, carefully opened his clarinet case and
took all of his reeds out.  He took them back to his room and carefully
painted each reed with the goo from his rue.  He dried them in his widow in
the late afternoon sun and carefully returned them to Willie's clarinet
case.  Willie didn't practice that night but took his clarinet to school
with him for band practice the next day.

That afternoon all hell broke loose when a high school student, Willie
Devers, suddenly came down with some unknown throat infection that left him
unable to speak for several days.  The doctor's were baffled.  Everyone
felt so bad for Willie.  No one could figure out what was wrong with him.

It was a Monday and Jimmy Sue's day to water and feed her houseplants.  She
got her beautiful Dieffenbachia and took it to the sink to water and feed
it.  As she was soaking it in the feed solution she wondered how Waddie's
Dieffenbachia was...the lights came on in Jimmy Sue's head and she realized
immediately what Waddie had done.  She was laughing uncontrollably.  She
was laughing so hard she actually was crying.

Dan came in from the barn and thought she was crying and took her in his
arms to comfort her.  All she could manage was to shake her head point to
the plant in the sink and get a few words out.

"Dumb cane...Willie...Waddie....!"

Dan knew instantly why she was laughing.  He didn't know how but he knew
the boys had figured out a way to get the dumb cane in Willie and that was
enough for him.  The two of them held each other and roared.  They laughed
together until they couldn't laugh anymore. They called Buck and couldn't
tell him because every time Dan started they both would fall out laughing.

"Come out for dinner and we'll tell you.  We can't tell you on the
phone. It's just too damn funny."

Buck and Linda Sue drove out and had some idea it had to be something the
boys did.  What could be so funny?  When the Justin's finally got it out.
Buck and Linda Sue could have been heard all the way to town laughing.
Buck was proud of the boys.  He couldn't stop laughing. It got all over the
damn county but it never got back to, Morgan, Willie or his ma.

Waddie, Gip, and Oatie decided that if it was a disease as the doctor's
thought, then the boys should make sure it was contagious.  They dipped
Judy's and Dorothy's tooth brushes in the goo and they, too, couldn't speak
for two weeks.  Waddie would find food in the fridge that he knew they'd
eat before Morgan got home and laced it with a little `dummy-goo.'
`Dummy-goo' is what Oatie named it.

Poor Willie kept playing in the band but his condition didn't seem to be
getting any better.  He was going on six weeks not being able to utter a
sound.  Which was strange because Judy and Dorothy slowly got better.
Waddie, Gip and Oatie were beside themselves but they managed to keep a
straight face around Morgan and Willie.

After two months of silence from Willie one doctor suggested that Willie
might be reinfecting himself from the reeds in his clarinet.  Willie got a
new reed and within a week and a half he was able to utter several
sentences.  He was so proud of himself.  He was thrilled.

Waddie waited about a week and painted the new reed.  Poor Willie couldn't
talk for another month.  He was really distraught.  He thought he was going
to be speechless the rest of his life.  Waddie didn't think that was such a
bad idea at all.  If he had anything to say about it Willie would remain
speechless the rest of his life.

Waddie kept asking Judy if Willie was still `dumb.'  He explained that's
what they call a person that can't speak, `dumb.'

"Ain't cha never heard of `Deaf and Dumb?"

Willie got the bright idea of washing his reeds to sterilize them.  It
washed most of the dumb rue off but there was still enough he had to talk
like a whiskey tenor for months.  Then, just for sport, Waddie would
repaint all of Willies's reeds and he'd be unable to speak for another
month.

>From then own when Willie got a little to big for his britches, Waddie
would doctor something else he put in his mouth.  His toothbrush.  Put a
little in his mouthwash.  Dipped the ends of all his pencils and pens in
it.  Waddie even found some hard candy Willie had stolen and lightly
painted each piece.  Poor Willie just couldn't understand why this rare
disease wouldn't go away.  Willie remained silent for a little better than
six months.

Dr. Dyer heard about the story one evening at dinner with the Justin's and
the Claymore's.  Buck could barely get the story out because he was
laughing so hard as he told it.  Dr. Dyer and his wife thought that was the
funniest thing they'd ever heard.  He examined Willie first and was
stumped.  He never would have suspected a paralyzing agent.  It's so
simple, and almost elegant, people look for something more difficult.

He made sure after that he was far too busy to see Willie and let the new
intern at the hospital look at him.  The young doctor had no idea what was
wrong with Willie.  Dr. Dyer knew his job was to heal the sick but Willie
wasn't sick.  He knew Willie would miraculously recover when Waddie, Gip
and Oattie decided to let him.  He giggled every time he thought about it.

Buck finally had to sit on top of Waddie, Gip and Oatie to get them to stop
before they were discovered.  Buck tried to talk like a mature adult to the
two boys as Lyle Rawlings and Dan Justin stood listening with their hands
over their mouths unable to control themselves.  Buck turned to them and
gave them a look that would've put the fear of God in most any other men
but only succeeded in breaking them up more.

Buck couldn't hold it any longer either.  He slapped his leg and the three
grown men were holding each other laughing their ass's off with tears
rolling down their faces at the antics of the boys.  Buck laughed so hard
at the three boys exploits tormenting poor Willie, they thought he was
going to have a stroke. All the other deputies in the other room knew what
was going on and they didn't help any.  They all had tears running down
their faces from laughing so hard.  Even Mrs. Anderson thought it was
hilarious.

Then Buck told Dan Justin to `go the fuck home' and he'd bring Gip, Waddie
and Oatie to their place after having dinner with him and Linda Sue.  He
then managed to seriously council the boys and told them the trick of doing
something like that and having it remain a mystery was to know when to
quit.  They took the hint from Buck and no one ever knew.  At least it
never got back to any of the Lovejoy household.

Even Ma and Pa Lovejoy heard the story and almost suffered heart attacks
from laughing so hard.  They never let on to Morgan they had a clue.  Hell,
the whole damn county knew about it and Waddie, Gip and Oatie became
legends in their own time.  The three boys would walk around the square.
People on all sides of the square would wave at them and break up laughing.
The boys knew they'd heard about it.  The town placed bets on the next
trauma Willie had to suffer at the hands of the boys.  He hadn't seen the
last of Waddie's terrible troika. (soon to be a fierce-some foursome)
Willie Lump-Lump was about to go down in flames and he didn't have a
parachute.


End Part 9 ~
Cabbage Patch Cowboy
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