Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 16:32:53 -0600
From: Jim 002 <jim002@outlook.com>
Subject: Golden Eagle and His Brothers

                  Golden Eagle and His Brothers
                      By jim002@outlook.com
              Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com

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                               Two
   "Dakotas!"
   "Yes. That is what he said, Dan."
   "He don't know nothing about prospectin'!"
   "It isn't so unusual, Dan. And after all, he had no family to
keep him here," Mr. Garrison said, sarcastically. The Wessons
disgusted him. They spent John's whole life pretending the boy
was not one of them. There were rumors--ugly rumors--about the
Wessons, especially about Richard.
   "How long ago did he leave?"
   "What difference does it make? Are you going prospecting?"
   Dan glared at Mr. Garrison. Mike Garrison saw no point in
telling any of the Wessons that John had been heading south.
Every one of the Wessons was rotten. John was better off far away
from them.
   "He's my son."
   "No, he isn't."
   "What? Why?"
   "Your father denied he was a Wesson to my face. I'm sure if
John was his grandson, he wouldn't have denied it."
   Dan hit the wall with his fist.
   "I will ask you once to not do that," Mike Garrison said,
with fire in his eyes.
   Mike Garrison was beginning to see why John had left so
quickly. The Indian must have found out the Wesson brothers were
coming for John. But why did the Indian care? An Indian woman
worked for Richard Wesson. Was he her son? Everybody knew he
wasn't full Indian. Was one of the Wessons his father, too? That
made the Indian John's brother or maybe uncle. It also could give
him reason to hate the other Wessons. Especially if his mother
had been raped. He could see the rage in Dan's face. It was a
very good thing John was gone.
   "Shame about your father."
   Mike almost laughed at the expression on Dan's face. No one
was sorry Richard Wesson was dead. Not even his own sons.
Everyone in town figured he killed his wife. She told a friend
she was leaving him and the next thing folks knew, Richard was
bringing in her body for burial. There weren't any marks on her
body, so everyone assumed he smothered her. Mike had been a kid
at the time, but folks still talked about it. In fact, they
talked about it every time a Wesson came to town. There would be
plenty more to talk about now!
   "He's gone!" Dan said to his brother Ned.
   "What do you mean, gone?"
   "He up and left town! Said he was goin' to the Dakotas."
   "When did he leave? Maybe we can catch him."
   "I don't know."
   "Well, go ask!" Ned told him.

   We washed each other in the stream.
   "I want to make you mine here, but the Wessons could find us.
They like this spot, too."
   "I'm yours, Golden Eagle. You don't need to worry. I was half
in love with you before you spoke to me."
   He smiled.
   "Let's go home. I want to be in your bed."
   We dressed and I was very disappointed when I could no longer
see his stiff, proud pecker.
   He laughed.
   "Don't worry. We will spend the next week making love."
   I was pleased to hear that.
   "Can I ride with you?" I asked him?
   He looked at me for a moment and then nodded.
   "Behind me or in front?"
   "They both sound great. But I won't be able to hold you if I
am in front."
   He smiled and jumped on his horse. I handed him the reins of
the other. Then I climbed on the other side of the horse. I
wrapped my arms around him.
   "Much better!" I said.
   He chuckled.
   "I agree."
   We took off and got back on the trail.
   I pushed my hand inside his buckskin and held his stiff
pecker.
   "Much, much better."
   "At first I thought you wanted to ride the same horse to
confuse the Wessons. I did not think they would notice."
   "No. I wanted to play with your pecker. I love it."
   He laughed.
   "I am very glad, my love."
   He told me about his ranch as we entered the foothills of the
mountains. He had a few head of cattle, four horses, and a lot of
chickens. He had planted a few vegetables. We would need more
with two of us. Fortunately, it was spring and we had plenty of
time to plant.
   "How do you get hard cash? Doesn't sound like you have enough
to sell."
   "My mother and I got money from Richard Wesson when I settled
there."
   "Oh."
   "It is enough for both of us."
   I never had understood Pa Wesson-Richard. He was dead and I
realized I never would. I sighed. I was glad Golden Eagle came
for me before the others for another reason. I didn't want to be
around them while they were grieving for rotten Richard Wesson. I
couldn't pretend to be upset. I figured I would just get mad.
Maybe Richard was the reason the Wesson brothers wouldn't speak
to me, or even wave at me, but that didn't make me want to spend
time with them. I could pity them from a distance. If Dan came me
and kissed me the way Golden Eagle had, I think I would have
fallen in love with him. And everyone knew there wasn't anything
as bad as a one sided love. I could get to know my father slowly.
   I kissed the back of Golden Eagle's neck.
   "I love you, John."
   "I love you. Thank you for coming for me."
   "I could do nothing else. I knew since the first time I saw
you that our spirits were connected. The connection will grow
stronger and stronger.
   The movement of the horse put me to sleep.
   I woke to the sound of Golden Eagle's voice.
   "This is where my land begins."
   We passed two large rocks next to the trail.
   I expected a fence or markers, but didn't see anything but
the two rocks.
   "My property line runs along with those trees," he said,
pointing. "On the other side of the trail, the land runs from
that rock to that red ridge." He pointed at a rock formation.
   We crossed a beautiful stream with aspens growing along its
banks. I saw a large fish leap.
   "I smoke fish for the winter."
   I hugged him.
   "It's beautiful!"
   "Yes, it is. There is no gold on my land, though."
   "Is there any on the Wessons' land?"
   "Yes. That is fine, though. I have a little money and there
is plenty of wildlife if the crops fail or the cattle or chickens
die. My people live off this land and they are never hungry."
   I could believe that. I saw ducks and geese. I heard turkeys
and there were plenty of deer and squirrels. We passed a pond
with many noisy ducks and hundreds of blackbirds perched on
cattails along its banks. I could see a beaver dam.
   "Do you know how to tan fur?" I asked.
   "Of course."
   A beaver coat was very warm, and it looked nice, too.
   "Am I going to hide from my father?"
   I heard Golden Eagle let out a sigh.
   "That won't be possible. We will see each other all the time.
The minute they find you, they will want to have sex with you.
The fact that you are with me will not matter."
   "Well, I won't have sex with them."
   "John, I have had sex with them many times. You can, too.
They will keep after you until you do. If you don't want to,
don't. You told me you thought about it. If you do want to have
sex with them, I will not stop you."
   "Do you still have sex with them?"
   "I had sex with them four days ago."
   "Do you want to continue to have sex with them?"
   "That is something we need to decide. I don't know how you
feel about such things. Actually, I will let you decide for both
of us. With them, it is just sex. I was having sex with them
because there were no other males I could have. They don't want
my love and they won't want yours. But sex is very pleasant.
Having sex with them will not mean you won't have sex with me. It
will just be more sex. Which one did you want most?"
   "I thought of Ned the most."
   "If you would like him to fuck you, he would do it in an
instant."
   "Do you think I should have sex with them?"
   Golden Eagle groaned.
   "No and yes. Yes and no. If you don't, they will keep after
you. They will never stop trying. Never! It is what they did to
me, and they want you even more. Why spend so much effort not
having sex? Especially if you might enjoy it. I refused for two
years. Then I did and I enjoyed it. I never regretted it and it
did bring us closer together. I can only see that as a good
thing. Of course, I would have enjoyed it more if we loved each
other."
   "Maybe you can kiss me while my pa breeds me." Golden Eagle
chuckled. "Or would it make you angry to watch."
   "I am not happy to admit that thought of you under your
father makes me very hard. It would not make me angry. Do you
like the idea?"
   I looked down. I was ashamed to admit it. He reached behind
him and found my very hard pecker.
   "I can feel that you do. It is all right, John. It will make
him happy."
   I nodded my head.
   "That's not a bad thing."
   "No, it isn't. You need more than that, but I can give you
what he cannot."
   "John, you should not feel ashamed around me. We must be
honest with each other. They are family. I would be upset if you
had sex with one of the men from the saloon. I will not be upset
about sex with the Wessons. You want to be with your father and
he wants it. It will bring the two of you closer together, and
that is a good thing, too."
   "Could I maybe."
   "What?"
   "Could I take you in my mouth while he breeds me?"
   "I would like that very much."
   "Good!"
   "I must warn you though, that even though they will kiss you,
there will be no love in the kisses. That will hurt you. It hurt
me. But you can come to me. I will ease the pain. I will give you
kisses full of love."
   I smiled.
   I looked around at the beautiful scenery. There were flowers
everywhere.
   "Did you ever love them?"
   "Yes. It hurt when they did not love me back. I suppose, I
still do love them, at least when I am not hating them. I wish
them happiness. I sorrow for their pain. I hope that they will
find happiness now that Richard Wesson is dead. He beat the love
out of them. You will see the scars on their bodies. I was never
beaten. I cried when I saw some of the scars. I have never wanted
to ask what he did to cause them. I might have killed him, if I
knew. Maybe they will learn to love now that he is gone. That
would be wonderful for all of us."
   I nodded. If I loved my father, would it help him learn to
love me? I wondered.
   "What happened to their mother?"
   "She died. Why is not known. The people in town think Richard
killed her because she was going to leave him. The boys were
outside. When they went into the house, Richard told them she was
dead."
   "Had she been sick?"
   "Richard said she was. The boys didn't remember her being
sick."
   That was so horrible! I cried for a little while.
   "Do you think we could teach them love?"
   "I don't know. We could try. I couldn't do it alone, but
Richard was alive. It might be possible now. That would be a very
good thing."
   "Maybe with two of us. You know, watching us love each other.
Seein' what it's like."
   "Yes, it would be a good thing."
   We topped a hill and I saw a small cabin.
   "Is that our place?"
   "It is."
   We rode up to it. Two horses in a corral on the side of the
house seemed to be happy to see Golden Eagle. They whinnied and
jumped a little. I saw a hen house behind the cabin. There was a
very large oak tree on the far side of the house. We would have
plenty of acorns if we ran out of wheat flour come winter. I
smiled as I saw a squirrel jump out of the tree onto the roof of
the cabin. It was followed by another squirrel who was chasing
him--or maybe her.
   We stopped the horses in front of the cabin. I climbed off
mine and Golden Eagle took both horses to the corral next to the
house. He came back grinning. He shook his head.
   "Why are you shaking your head?"
   "I can't believe I finally have you! This is the happiest day
of my life."
   "Gosh, Golden Eagle. I'm not anybody important."
   "You are wrong. I told you our spirits are connected. You are
the most important person alive to me."
   How could I help loving him?
   I hugged him tightly.
   "I love you! I love you!"
   He pressed his mouth to mine and we kissed. While we kissed,
I pushed his buckskins down. I held his beautiful pecker in my
hands. It was leaking.
   I pulled away and smiled at him.
   "We need to get that pretty thing inside me."
   He grinned.
   "We do. I need to make you mine. I'll show you around later.
But you must be hungry."
   "Well, I am a little. But I can wait."
   Then my stomach growled.
   We both laughed.
   "Maybe a piece of bread or some cheese."
   He nodded.
   "Yes. Then sex."
   He laughed. I could tell he was just happy. I felt the same
way.
   "I have not had anyone to love since my mother died."
   "Now you do."
   "And you love me?"
   "I do!"
   "You want me?"
   "I do!"
   "You want this?" he asked, shaking his stiff pecker.
   "More than anything."
   "First a little food, then it is time for you to get it."
   He stepped out of his buckskins. I couldn't take my eyes of
his rod. It was wonderful and I loved it. It started dripping
while I looked at it. He laughed.
   "He loves you, John."
   "I sure do love him!"
   Golden Eagle opened the cabin door we walked inside. The
cabin was very nice. Nicer than I expected, actually. And larger,
too. But I remembered that Golden Eagle and his mother had lived
there. There were two fireplaces, one at each end. It would be
warm in the winter. The furniture was nice, too. It was
definitely store-bought. There was a stove. There were two beds.
One bed was separated from the main cabin with curtains that ran
from the ceiling to the floor. It gave it a little privacy. I
guessed the bed with the curtains had been his mother's.
   "I don't know how to cook," I told him.
   "I do. I will teach you."
   I grinned at him.
   "First I want you to teach me how to shoot."
   "Really?"
   "Him," I said, pointing at his pecker.
   Golden Eagle laughed.
   "He is about ready to go off."
   "Let's get him inside me, quick!"
   "Be patient just a little longer."
   He cut two slices of bread and two slices of cheese. He
handed half to me and he began eating the rest. We sat on his
bed, eating and grinning at each other.
   "Can you make bread?" I asked him between bites. I was
hungrier than I thought.
   "Yes. My mother taught me how. I will teach you. Ned taught
her how to make it. Ned had watched his mother make it many
times."
   "I don't know anything about farming. If you want, I will do
the cooking," I said to him.
   "That will be just fine. Sometimes after working outside all
day, I am too tired to cook anything."
   I nodded. He was doing everything. Now there were two of us.
   We finished eating and I got undressed. I lay down on his
bed.
   He took a jar of something. Bacon drippings from the smell.
He rubbed some onto his pecker. He got on the bed and took some
more of the drippings on his fingers.
   "Pull your legs up and back."
   I did. I felt his greasy fingers at my hole. He pushed a
finger inside me. I smiled at him. I was finally getting what I
wanted most--a man inside me.
   "Make me your woman, Golden Eagle."
   "That is a white man way of thinking. I will make you my man.
I will make you mine."
   "I like the sound of that better, anyway."
   "Yes."
   He moved his finger inside me. I sighed.
   "Relax and enjoy, I will stretch you to take my cock."
   I closed my eyes and lay there. After a while, Golden Eagle
pulled his finger out. I opened my eyes, wondering if he was
ready to fuck me. He was applying more grease. He pushed two
fingers inside me. I leaned back and closed my eyes. While he was
moving his two fingers inside me, I felt his hand on my pecker.
He began stroking it with his greasy hand. I groaned and looked
at him.
   "Just enjoy it. I plan to make you shoot many times. Do not
worry when you do. Just enjoy it."
   "I've never felt anything so wonderful."
   "Now you know what our evenings will be like. And many of our
days, during the winter. When the snow is deep, we will spend the
days making love."
   "Oh, Lord! Why did you wait so long?"
   "Pa Wesson. I could not have hid you here. He came by often."
   I knew that was true. I needed to stop thinking the Wesson
sons didn't want to speak to me. They were afraid to speak to me.
Their father might have actually killed them for it.
   His stroking hand and his fingers inside me had me ready to
shoot. I cried out as I did.
   "Yes, John. Come for me. Shoot. Enjoy."
   I did. I never experienced pleasure as intense. Golden
Eagle's fingers were hitting something inside me that seemed to
intensify it. I panted after it ended. I opened my eyes shocked
as Golden Eagle licked my seed off my chest, belly and neck.
   He lifted his head.
   "Your milk is delicious."
   "It is?"
   "Yes. It tastes much better than my brothers'."
   "You've eaten theirs?"
   "And Dan and Ben have eaten mine. Ned doesn't like the taste
of man milk, although he likes to have his eaten."
   "I didn't know you could eat it."
   "I will teach you many things."
   "I hope they all involve your pecker."
   He laughed and I joined in.
   "Many of them do."
   "Good! I want to taste yours--your milk."
   Golden Eagle grinned.
   "Then you will, Often, I hope."
   I reached out for his balls.
   "I bet your nuts make a tasty milk."
   He smiled at me. "Ben is particularly fond of it. You must
tell me if you want me to save it for you."
   "I will."
   "You may be like Ned and not like it. You do not need to eat
mine if you do not. It would not make me happy for you to do
something you do not enjoy."
   I groaned in pleasure. Golden Eagle never stopped stroking me
and I was hard. When I stroked myself, I got soft after I shot.
With him stroking me, I was still hard as a rock. He pulled his
fingers out of me. He applied more grease to three fingers. Then
he pushed them very slowly inside me. It hurt, but I liked it. I
loved having him inside me, even if it was just his fingers.
   I realized lying there, while he stroked my pecker and his
fingers moved inside me, that I was now his. I had given myself
to him.
   "You are my mate," I said.
   "Yes. You are mine, now. You have given yourself to me. I
will treasure you above all else, and I will always love you."
   I began crying. I was so happy.
   "No tears. It is time."
   Golden Eagle pulled his fingers out of me and let go of my
pecker. He got on the bed between my legs. He applied more
drippings to his pecker.
   "Are you ready?"
   I smiled at him.
   "Yes!"
   "It may hurt the first time."
   I nodded.
   He placed his rod at my hole and pushed slightly. Nothing
happened. It just stayed there. Then, slowly, I felt myself
stretching. He was entering me.
   "Faster!"
   He laughed.
   "Faster will hurt."
   "Maybe a little faster?"
   He chuckled. He didn't move any faster. There was some pain
as part of him slipped inside. I figured it was the head of his
pecker.
   "Does it hurt?"
   "Just a tiny bit."
   "That is good. That is what I hoped and why I stretched you
with my fingers."
   I nodded.
   "You are so handsome," I told him.
   "Are you sure you like the beard?"
   "I like it. I like everything about you."
   I ran my hands over his chest.
   "I like this hair."
   "Good."
   He started sliding in faster. It hurt, but not enough to
bother me. Finally, his body was pressed up against mine.
   "You are mine, little one."
   "Yes. Forever."
   "Do you wish to have a name among my people?"
   "An Indian name?"
   "Yes."
   "I don't know. If you think I should, then yes."
   "I will give it some thought."
   He pulled slowly out of me and then thrust all the way in.
   "Oh!"
   He grinned at me. He repeated it. Then he began fucking me.
His body slapped against mine. It was like nothing else. I didn't
get much pleasure out of it; there was some pain. But I got a
great deal of satisfaction. I wanted him fucking me. I felt it
was where he was meant to be. On me. In me. A man was taking his
pleasure in my body. That was something I had wanted for years. I
ran my hands over his body.
   "Yes, John!"
   I felt him. I caressed him. He leaned down and kissed me. I
took his tongue into my body. It belonged inside me, too. I could
smell his maleness. Suddenly my pecker got stiff, I hadn't
realized it had softened. Kissing him did it.
   He pulled away. He was sweating. He had a strange expression
on his face.
   "Mine!"
   "Yes, Golden Eagle!"
   He groaned and pushed hard against me. He stopped thrusting.
I knew he was shooting deep inside me. He cried out. I looked
into his beautiful face. I could tell how happy he was. He
grinned at me.
   "That was even better than I imagined."
   "I'm glad."
   He stayed inside me. He was still hard. He took some grease
and wrapped his hand around my pecker. He started stroking me. I
moaned. It felt wonderful having someone else stroke me.
   "I love having you inside me."
   He smiled. "I do, too. I feel my cock is where it belongs."
   I nodded.
   He stroked me.
   "I want to taste more of your seed, John."
   "I want to taste yours."
   "You will, then."
   "I want to taste your pecker. I wanted it ever since Bill
Jennings asked me to suck on him."
   "Do you want to suck me now?"
   "Yes."
   Golden Eagle pulled out of me. He stood and took my hand. I
climbed out of bed. My rear felt funny. It felt wet.
   "Am I bleeding back there?"
   Golden Eagle looked alarmed. He got behind me. He pulled my
cheeks apart. I turned my head around. He was smiling.
   "Is it blood?"
   "No. It is my seed. I shot so much, it is leaking out of your
body."
   He pushed a finger inside me.
   "Are you going to do it again?"
   "Not now. I pushed some of it back inside you."
   "Good," I said. I was glad. He was my man and his seed
belonged in me.
   "I agree."
   "Now, I believe you need some in your mouth."
   "I think I do."
   He held my hand as he walked to the door. He opened it and we
walked outside.
   "We will bathe and then we can suck each other."
   I grinned at him and he laughed.
   "I love him!" he shouted at the sky.
   "I love him right back!" I shouted.
   "You said you had sex with your brothers. Has there been
anyone else?" I asked him. I was curious about my Indian.
   "I have only had sex with Wessons."
   "Like me," I said.
   He grinned. "Yes."
   "When did you first start wanting me?"
   "It was twelve years ago when I saw you for the first time.
You were far too young, but I felt our connection and I hoped
that someday you would be mine. I told you our spirits are
connected. Every time I looked at you, you knew it."
   I nodded. I didn't say it, but I knew when the Wessons were
looking at me, too. Was I connected to them, too?
   "Your someday is today," I said to him.
   He grinned. "It is."
   There was a small smokehouse behind the cabin. His mother's
grave wasn't far from the smokehouse. Spring flowers were
blooming on her grave. He led me past it to a stream. We washed
in the cold water. I started shivering.
   "You are used to bathing indoors."
   "I am."
   He washed his cock until it wasn't greasy. We lay in the sun
to dry.
   Golden Eagle looked so handsome. I ran my hand over his
chest.
   "I can't believe you are mine," I told him.
   "I have been yours for years, you just didn't know."
   "Well, I did think of you as 'my Indian'."
   He grinned at me.
   "And you were right to think of me that way."
   He took me in his arms and we kissed.
   I heard a noise and pulled away. I looked around and saw a
bear. It didn't look full grown. That meant its mother might be
around.
   "Do not worry about him. He and I are friends," Golden Eagle
said. "He will come to the stream to drink and then leave."
   Sure enough, that's just what he did. I was relieved Golden
Eagle didn't try to introduce us.
   "I was afraid his mother would come after him."
   "I think she died. I found him half-starved and have been
leaving food for him."
   I lay there in the sun, holding his hand.
   "That was dumb of me to say I was going to the Dakotas."
   "You can just say you changed your mind. No one will think
anything of it. Gold fever comes and goes. I have seen it."
   "Around here?"
   "Yes. Richard Wesson would catch it every couple of years. He
would be outside in all weather, panning for it. There is not a
lot of it on his land and you have to work hard to find it. If
you worked at nothing else for twenty years, you might become
wealthy, but working all day and finding nothing is discouraging.
And that is what most days are like."
   "Yeah. I can see how it would be. Are you sure there is none
on your land?"
   "No. I spent two days looking and didn't find any. I lost
interest. I have little use for money."
   I looked at his pecker.
   "I couldn't go a whole day without him."
   Golden Eagle laughed. "I am glad you feel that way. If we
ever do need money, we can look. There is one stream I did not
check at all, although I wouldn't expect anything. You won't be
disappointed."
   "Was Richard always crazy?"
   "I have no idea. If he wasn't, it was before Ned was born.
Ned is oldest and he doesn't remember his father being any
different. Things were better for my brothers because their
mother protected them from Richard. Once she was dead, it got
very bad."
   "I'm surprised they didn't just shoot the man."
   "We talked about it often. But none of us are killers."
   I nodded.
   "What does man milk taste like?"
   "Are you talking about anyone in particular?"
   I looked at his face and he was grinning.
   "Ned's, for instance."
   He laughed.
   "Do not tell me you were looking at my cock and thinking of
Ned's milk!"
   "Uh. I wasn't."
   He laughed.
   "Does all of the Wesson's milk taste the same?"
   "I have never tried mine, but as I told you, Ben likes it
very much. He comes by often for a drink. I think Dan's--your
father's is the tastiest of my three brothers."
   "Ben just stops by and sucks your pecker?"
   "Yes."
   "So if you are working in the field, and I want a drink."
   Golden Eagle grinned at me. "I work bare most of the time in
the summer. You won't even have to pull my pants down." He
reached out and rubbed my bottom lip. "There isn't anything
better, John. I enjoyed it when Ben came for a drink, and he
doesn't love me. With you." Golden Eagle smiled and shook his
head.
   I smiled at him. "You might like it?"
   He laughed.
   I got to thinking about Dan. I knew I should be thinking
about Golden Eagle, but I couldn't help it. I was glad he was my
father and not the others. I had often wondered which one of them
was my father. I always figured it was Ned. I thought I looked
more like him. Mostly I didn't care, as long as Pa Wesson wasn't
my father. But Dan always seemed to be a little happier than the
others. I saw him smile a few times, anyway.
   "Your mind is far away. Tell me your thoughts, John. You do
not need to hide anything, not even your sexual thoughts from
me."
   "Do you think Dan is glad I'm his son?"
   Golden Eagle looked like he was thinking.
   "That is a good question. I don't know. I think we will be
able to tell when he comes looking for you. Are you sorry he is
your father?"
   "No. He always seemed to be in a better mood than Ned or Ben
when I saw them."
   "I would say that he is glad, then. I never noticed him being
happier than his brothers. If he seemed happier when he was
looking at you."
   I nodded. That was true. I smiled. "I want him to be happy."
   "They can't be truly happy until they learn to love, but we
can try to help them do it."
   I nodded.
   "I don't want you to think they are cold. They aren't. They
aren't bad. They have always been friendly with me. I've never
even gotten in an argument with them. We have disagreed
sometimes, but they back down so quickly-I assume out of
fear-that I try to avoid disagreeing. They have nothing to fear
from me, but they have only known fear."
   I broke down and cried. Golden Eagle took me in his arms.
   "Things will be better now."
   After a while, I wiped my eyes. I nodded.


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