Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2014 20:31:25 -0400
From: Mack Lane <macklanestory@gmail.com>
Subject: Wrestling Boys Chapter 5 and 6

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Chapter 5-6 in Wrestling Boys

Chapter 5

	It was early in the morning when Joe woke up.  The sun had just
lightened the sky.  He was awoken by a boy wearing boxers. Johnny said,
"Get up.  How was your big night?"

	Joe stretched out, still on top of Palmer.  He had a ragging
morning wood as he worked himself away from Palmer's grip.  Johnny saw that
and said, "I see, that well, you are still wet from last night."

	Joe smiled back, being too shy to say anything.  He didn't want to
admit, but he had an incredible night with Palmer.  Johnny continued,
"Bring a fresh set of clothes and underwear and follow me."

	Joe gathered some clothes as he followed Johnny out of the tent.
He did not have to follow him that far, as he saw a hole that Johnny had
dug during last night or early this morning.  Joe saw that it was very
cloudy, and it looked like it was going to rain for most of the day.  The
hole that Johnny dug had plastic surrounding it, and it was near the creek.
Joe asked, "Why did you dig that hole?"

	"Because you smell!"  Johnny said

	Joe had barely noticed until he smelt himself.  The salt water,
sweat, and the cum from last night did make him smell.  Johnny responded,
"You need a bath."

	Johnny had a bottle of perfume, and he dumped some of it, into the
water.  While Johnny was going to the fire, Joe started to strip down to
his birthday suit.  Joe looked over his body.  His mother was going to
freak out.  Half of his body was still heavily bruised, while the other
half looked like it some very nasty cuts on it that looked like they had
gotten worse.  When Johnny had returned, he threw in stones that he had
gotten from the fire.  Johnny poured in another bottle, while explaining,
"This is medicine that will help your body recover.  I learned it from my
grandparents.  It will take care of those infections that you have."

	Joe got into the water to be surprised how hot it was.  Johnny
laughed.  Joe looked a little further down to find that there was another
pit, already full of water.  He asked, "What is that for?"

	"That would be for the rest of us.  Terry and I have already taken
our baths; here come Palmer now to take his."

	Joe wondering, "Why do I get one myself?"

	Johnny answered, "That is because you have those infections, so I
was thinking that fresh water would be best for you.  Plus you don't need
to be spreading germs to others or getting some from us."

	Joe asked, "Why did you dig one just for me?  I am thankful,
because that must have been a lot of work.  Why not make me dig one?"

	"It's faster if I done it myself Second, you have been driving
ragged during the last couple of days.  I thought you would like if I did
something for you.  I have oatmeal on the fire.  I will bring you some here
a second, let the water soak."

	Within a minute Johnny had come back with Palmer and a bowl of
oatmeal.  All Joe could do was sit there and wait for his bath to get over
with.  In the meantime he decided that he might as well eat.  After he was
done with his first bowl of oatmeal, he got out of the water and put on
some clean clothes.  He knew that today was going to be another hard day of
hiking.  At least he was going to smell good for once.  In fact he wouldn't
be surprised in anyone couldn't smell in Neah Bay.

	After breakfast, Joe was use to the routine, where he would go to
his tent, tear it down, and pack it into Palmer's bag.  He then would go to
where his bath was and fill up the hole that Johnny had made.  In about an
hour he was ready to go.  Today they were going south.  According to
Johnny, they had about a ten hours hike, within that time, they hoped to
cover about 6 miles, and cross the Ozette River before the high tide had
come in for the day.

	Hiking was a quite affair for the most part.  The boys kept to
themselves today.  The scenery was not as spectacular as it had been.
There were on the beach for the day with only a dune to their left and the
ocean to their right.  Rain had also sat in once again right after they had
taken off.  There was something peaceful that hiking in the rain that Joe
had gotten use to.  He saw that the birds were still flying, and the sea
was still roaring.  He was thankful for the waterproof hiking boots that
his father had giving him.  He had been mainly wearing them non-stop.

	They made camp when they made it to the Ozette River.  They decided
to ford the river since it was only going to get higher due to the rain.
Joe was use to getting wet, so he didn't complain.  They sat up camp and
the next day, they departed on what was going to be their last day of
hiking.  As they were making their way south, several things donned on Joe.
First, he hadn't bothered once to call his father or mother.  How would
they react when they saw him?  How will the react to the bruises and
scratches he had obtained.  They were still finally starting to heal, but
still, they looked nasty.

	Another thing was what he was going to do with himself for the rest
of spring break?  What were the others in the club going to think of him,
when Palmer or Johnny finally introduced him to the others?

	The boys finally turned into the woods.  The hike ended up the same
way it started, accept of going down a cliff, they went up a steep hill
just too slowly descend back down.  The only difference was they went
through a swamp.  But when they got to the actual camp ground, at Ozette,
it was in the middle of a dense forest on a board walk.

	Joe heard his mother yelling.  She ran up to him in shock.  She was
hysterical.  "Why didn't you call us?  I thought you were in trouble.  I
was worried about you."

	She continued as she started to smother him, "You could have died
out there, look at yourself?  Honey, look, he is all bruised; I knew he was
not strong enough to do this.  Look at his head, Oh my, what did you hit
your head on?"

	Mr. Belinsky said, "Suzanne, calm down.  He is fine.  Did you have
fun?"

	Joe said, "Can I do something like this again?"

	Johnny parents were also there along with Palmer's Parents and
Terry's parents.  They were all looking at Joe and everyone else.  Joe
could tell that Johnny and his parents were in a deep conversation, about
what, they be didn't know, the same with Palmer.  His mother replied, "I
don't think so, you are just not ready."

	His father whispered so that his mother couldn't hear, "She missed
you.  You'll be able to go.  How did you get all these bruises?"

	He replied, "I fell off a cliff on the first day."

	Joe's father said, "That is what Johnny's parents said.  They were
worried about you also.  It seemed that you made an impression on them.
They were asking me if you wanted to go rafting this summer.  I said if you
were okay with it, I would let you go."

	Joe asked, "When?"

	His father said, "I am not sure, it will be in the summer.  I am
glad to see that you are making some friends outside of school.  What did
you like the best?"

	Joe talked about his experience when he went swimming and went
along the reef.  He left out the parts where he almost passed out or that
Johnny and Palmer had to help him.  Palmer came up to him and said, "Joe, I
like you to meet my parents."

	They all introduce each other.  Finally Joe's father said, "Well,
we got food for you all."

	That was all that Joe needed to hear as he went rushing over to the
picnic tables.  It was loaded with hamburgers, hotdogs, and normal eatable
food.  Joe quickly started to eat everything in sight with the other boys.
After they had eaten dinner, they all departed on their own ways.

Chapter 6

	It was the start of May.  Joe was looking forward to the end of the
school year, slowly counting down the days when he would have absolute
freedom.  His track and field season has been going fairly well for a 6th
grader.  He wasn't winning many races, but he was staying up with the
leaders until the end, which his coaches kept reminding him that it was a
good thing.  He thought that his best race was the 1600, although many
people thought it was the 800.

	There was lasting effect from the trip.  Many people saw him as
someone who was at least a little tougher than first thought.  Joe was not
afraid to be more physical with others any longer; although he ended up on
the ground a lot more times then he ended up being successful.  His mother
seemed to be a lot more careful around Joe, at least what she said.  She
seemed to be careful not to use words as `weak' or `not ready.'  His father
thought that maybe his son's life was finally heading in the right
direction.

	There was a lot more to the club than just wrestling and trying to
get a hand job.  As Joe found out there were a total of seven members, one
in each grade from sixth to twelfth.  There would be many issues that he
would vote on, with him owning a vote.  Terry owned 3 votes, while Palmer
owned 6 votes with Johnny owning seven votes.  They slowly formed an
alliance with each other, and since they owned 21 votes, they got anything
they wanted.  This did not stop Joe from voicing his concerns nor did it
stop him from voting with the others at times.

	He figured out that the club had somehow acquired a million
dollars.  Anytime he tried to figure out how it had occurred, no one would
tell him.  However for the last three years, the club had been losing
money.  Apparently the club also had territories, which included the
Northwestern Part of Jefferson County.  This at least confirmed to Joe that
the club was much bigger.  But he later learned that his club actually
splintered away for a time being due to reasons unknown to him.  As Johnny
would say, they were in a state of war.  Joe had no idea what that meant,
well that was until he got into a fight with an eighth grader from Port
Angles, trying to take over part of the territory.

	The fight occurred right outside the museum that Neah Bay had.  It
appeared that the entire group had come to try to steal some artifacts.  At
least the thought was that if they stole these artifacts, then they would
be able to force them back into the national program.  Joe managed to
actually foil the plan, although it cost him a black eye, a bloody nose,
and a fat lip.  But he forced the boy to cum twice, and made the boy submit
to him.  Everyone from both sides was there to witness it.  After that, the
unknown war came to the end for Joe, not even know what it was about.

	Johnny assured Joe that these types of battles don't occur that
often, but they were sometimes needed to make a point.  Joe wanted to know
why he was used, but Johnny would not answer the question.  It appeared
that Johnny got what he wanted.  Joe also learned that the club, whatever
they were, and whatever they did, it was much bigger, in fact it was
nationwide.  Them winning the war had its perks.  Another club from Port
Angles came to wrestle with them, about once or twice a month.  Joe won his
match that he was supposed to, although neither boy cummed.  He once again
made the boy submit to him.

	The biggest debate that they had during this time was rather or not
to add two additional members to the club.  Due to them winning the war,
they had established sole control of the Washington Coast line from Neah
Bay to Ozette Lake.  According to Johnny there was money to be made if they
did it correctly.  Joe wondered if this whole war was not a land grab.
Johnny told him that it wasn't, it was fought for a different reason, this
just happened to be a positive side effect to having such a war.  Joe
started to figure out that their hiking trip was not a trip.  Rather it was
to see what they were going to get and to see if it was worth getting it.

	The problems were how were they going to get two boys to where they
needed to be at?  Other problems included how were they going to build a
livable place for them to live at such as a house or tent for them to
survive without being caught by the National Park Service, how they were
going to go for long periods of time without being missed.  There were
several other problems such as food, and water.

	The huge advantage was that if they could get this established, the
national club thought that it could generate up to five hundred thousand
dollars without any issues.  At the end, they thought that they needed to
go after boys that weren't cared for such as orphans, and boys that were
abused, so when they went missing, they won't be missed.  As Palmer said,
"Go after boys that no longer have any value in society."

	Joe thought that this was the most idiotic idea possible, well
until Johnny took him on a tour in the Indian reservation.  Within minutes,
Joe saw that there were indeed a lot of homeless people around, and some
were boys, many of them just looking for a place to belong.  Joe wondered
how such an injustice could occur.  Johnny said, "It has gone on for many
years.  Nobody cares to notice really.  They are too focused on their own
lives to see what is happening around them."

	Joe asked, "Are these where the boys are going to come from?"

	Johnny said, "Maybe, we want ideal candidates.  We also want to
keep them from being discovered, yet at the same time they will have to be
cared for. We want candidates like you to be truthful."

	At the end, if they decided that they were going to expand the club
by five.  One for Shi Shi Beach, which would become a northern check point,
One at Cape Alva, a southern checkpoint, and one at Ozette.  There was
going to be an additional two that could offer tours.  In addition, the
club decided that they were going to teach Joe, how to build a boat, so
that there was a means of transportation.  This would allow food and other
essential supplies.  They club gave Johnny the task of teaching Joe how to
build the boat since his tribe has a rich history of building boats.

	This now gets us to the month of May, where Joe was in a black
suite, and a black tie.  His club was hosting a dinner at the Museum that
was owned by Johnny's tribe.  He was still sporting what was left of a
black and blue eye, on his left side.  There were many adults there.  Joe
was thankful that his advertising campaign had actually worked.  The room
was full of guest eating a traditional Native American meal which included
whale, fish, berries, and bread.  Many guest had giving over a hundred and
thirty dollars a plate, and there were many coming up for seconds or
thirds.

	The idea of the fundraiser was to give them the club he was in some
money to start to put the infrastructure that would be needed to make the
expansion plans become a success.  They decided that they were going to
mostly live underground, but still, they needed a way to get clean water,
power and additional items, which was all going to take money.  They were
however going to keep the money separate from the main club, with the idea
being that would not be part of a normal budget.  As he learned, his club
would remain dependent on the Museum and what tours they could offer.

	Johnny asked, "Joe, can you make sure that the tour that we are
going to be giving is ready to go?"

	Sure enough Joe went down the hallway to where the exhibits were
going to be at.  All of the boys had been practicing for the last several
days about the history and culture of the Makah Tribe.  Joe went first to
where a boat was.  He made sure that the props were there, which included
fishing net, several spears that were used for whale hunting, and crab
traps.  After seeing that was all in order, he went down a little further
where there were several traditional huts, which were constructed out of
elk hides.  Joe made sure that a fire place, pots and pans were sat up.  He
also opened one of the tents up, to show how a normal family arrangement
would be.

	He heard a noise that sounded strange.  No one was supposed to be
here, so he went to where the source of the noise was at.  He found it
strange that the door leading to all the artifacts that were newly
discovered or were being closely examined was opened.  Every time he was
here, he found the door to be locked.  He figured he had better go in and
have a look.  As he went in, he saw a fairly large main, well over six
feet, and over two hundred pounds with red hair obviously searching for
something.  The man had a red beard and was in all black.  Joe asked, "What
are you doing here?

	The man replied while advancing on Joe, "I am sorry you had to see
me.  I guess you discovered that I have been the one stealing the artifacts
from the Indians"

	Johnny had been talking a lot about artifacts becoming missing, but
Joe was really not paying attention or was just not interested in it.  It
wasn't his culture that was being stolen, so why should he care.  Joe
asked, "What are you been looking for?"

	The man said, "Well, it really doesn't matter, so I'll tell you
what I am looking for.  You look weak enough for me to kill within seconds.
I have been looking for a very valuable stick, a stick that a medicine man
has used in this tribe.  It is worth millions if I sell it to the right
people."

	Joe challenged, "Well, I am afraid you are going to come up short"

	"Who is going to stop me?  You and what army?"  The man sneered
back.

	Joe uncertainly said, "Well, I will stop you."

	The man started to laugh.  Joe thought that this man was really
deranged.  The man said, "You will, and your mighty boner?  Yeah I see it
twitching from here.  It is much smaller than mine if you must know."

	Joe said, "At least I have got one."

	The man said while standing right in front of Joe, "Enough of this
small talk."

	The man looked to the side, where there was an old Indian shield.
He used both hands to grab it to Joe's surprise.  He put all of his force
behind it.  It hit Joe on his head and shoulder has Joe went flying into a
glass case.  He crushed into it, obtaining a lot of small cuts.  His entire
upper body was covered in blood within second as blood started to come out
of the cuts of his suits.  What made it even worse was that the class case
then crashed into him, and the artifacts fell on top of him.  Joe somehow
lifted the glass case back off of him and stood up now shaking, fearing for
his life.  He retorted, "It's going to take more than that to get me."

	The man ran toward Joe and crushed Joe into the wall.  Joe wind was
knocked out of him as he crumpled to the floor.  The man then grabbed Joe
by the legs and dragged him to the middle of the room.  He separated Joe
legs, and with all of his force, stumped on Joe's balls.  Joe started to
yell in pain as the man pulled as hard as possible on Joe's legs.  The man
was now laughing, as Joe heard a pop.  Pain erupted from his left leg.  Joe
screamed even harder.

	Joe being desperate, used his right leg, and aimed it for one of
the man legs.  It was a direct hit as the man fell right on top of Joe.
The man delivered two hard hits to Joe's face, insuring more blood would
come out of his eyes, while blackening them.  The main punched Joe in the
mouth, and nose, by then tons of blood was coming out.  It was getting all
over Joe and the man.  Joe was desperate.  He was losing rather quickly
now.  He yelled for help, but it seemed that none was going to come.  Joe
then used a move that Palmer had taught him.  He held the man in a grip as
tight as possible.  Joe pulled on the man's neck, trying to keeping him
down.  The man now tried to separate himself from Joe.  Joe kept holding
on, although it was costing him everything in strength, but his life seemed
dependent on this move.

	The man rolled Joe over so that all of his weight was on Joe's left
leg.  Joe screamed even more, and started to cry.  He was determined not to
let go of the man.  The man then lifted Joe up, and body slammed him to the
floor.  Joe heard several people running in, Johnny included in them, as
his life was being suffocated from him.  His world went black as the man
was now desperate. He was turning Joe's neck to break it.

	A few minutes later, Joe had awoken up.  He was lying with glass
swards surrounding him.  His shirt had been taking off of him already.  He
felt that his entire chest was wet from blood.  There were several people
working on him as far as he could tell.  He heard someone saying, "He is
going to bleed to death."

	Johnny said, "Here comes the medicine man."

	The room was loud as several people were talking "He has got a
broken leg, his entire body is covered in glass."

	The medicine man said calmly, "Quite!"

	The room fell silent.  The man came to Joe who was still withering
in pain.  The man said in a surprising young voice, "How old are you?  What
is your name?"

	Joe weakly replied, "I'm Joe and I am in sixth grade."

	The man replied, "Everyone, I need you all not to panic.  Joe will
be fine if we work together while not panicking.  I know some of you are
trying to figure out what is missing or what has been damage.  That can be
done later.  Right now I want you and you to stay with me.  Everyone else
go."

	Johnny said, "I'm staying here, he is a friend of mine?"

	The medicine replied, "Maybe it is best you do stay here.  Everyone
else, please go."

	Johnny asked, "Why aren't you doing anything?  Look at him, he is
dying!"

	He replied back, "I know how hard this is for you.  If you want to
help him out, listen to me.  How did you find him?"

	"Well, he was fighting another man" Johnny said, wondering how this
could even possibly be relevant."

	"I mean how did you find him?  The man that he was fighting is he
tied up."

	He heard a third, but very old voice, "The man who is responsible
for this unwarranted destruction is captured.  We have him tied up waiting
for the State Police to collect him."

	Johnny said, "Joe was on the bottom, he was holding onto the man
while trying to get free.  He looked like he could not move a leg, he was
screaming in pain."

	Joe felt that the medicine man was near him.  He started to look
over Joe really carefully, not asking too many questions.  Joe was still in
pain so that he kept blacking out from it from time to time.  He was
wondering what possible way this main is going to help.  Joe felt even more
pain as the man was pulling out shards of glass.  The medicine man finally
said, "Joe, you are going to be fine.  I know this looks and feels much
worse than what it actually is.  You left leg is dislocated.  None of your
cuts are deep.  How did you get all cut up?

      "He slammed me into the glass class."  Joe said while coughing.

      "What you need most is rest.  I removed all the glass that was in
your body.  It is a miracle that they weren't deeper.  I guess you suit
protected you.  However, this is beyond my skill level.  I have only been
practicing medicine for four years.  You need to go to Port Angles.  There
is an ambulance on the way.  Until then, I am going to fix your leg.  It
will still need to be x-rayed, but it is not broken.  The x-ray will make
sure that it has been adjusted correctly.  When I count to three, I am
going to force your leg back into the hips."  The medicine man explained.

      Joe felt pain exploding as he felt a couple of people lifting his
legs up.

      The medicine man said, "One, two"

      On two, Joe heard another crack.  Pain exploded again, from his legs.
The pain was too much for him as he blacked out.  When he had awoken, he
felt vibrations.  He was tied down in a bed, as the ambulance was bumping
up and down the high way.  He was still in pain, but not as much.  There
was a needle stuck in his arm which he figured was to be the IV.  He saw
that the Medicine man was still with him.  He said, "Welcome back Joe, how
are you feeling?"

      Joe replied a lot stronger then what he thought he was going to, "I
am still in a lot of pain.  I, I seem to be feeling better.  Where is my
mom?"

      Joe started to become horrified at the idea that they may not even
know yet.  The man replied, "They are right behind us.  You have nothing to
fear.  We are a couple of minutes out from the hospital."

      Sure enough within a minute, Joe saw himself being rolled into the
hospital.  There was a state police officer right there.  He asked, "Is
this the kid who was assaulted?"

      The medicine man said, "Yes, his name is Joe."

      The officer said, "Can I question him?  What tribe are you associated
with?"

      Joe asked, "How do you know if he is an Indian?"

      The officer replied, "He is in his native garment"

      Joe looked over to see that he was in a single leather outfit, with a
brown all around him.  The man said, "I am Steven, I know an American name,
I am with the Makah Tribe in Neah Bay."

      The officer said, "Right, I heard you have been doing good work up
there."

      Steven said, "Thank you, right now my concern is with Joe."

      The officer said, "Of course, can he talk now?"

      Steven replied, "I don't see why not."

      It seemed like an hour, but the officer asked a lot of questions,
wanting to know all what transpired, and what led Joe to try to capture
this man.  The other doctors wanted the questions to stop, but Joe actually
found it nice getting everything out in the open.  Plus it help kept the
time moving as they were getting x-rays, MRI's and other things.  The
doctors were able to confirm that Steven's diagnosis was right for the most
part.  As they came in, they asked him, "Joe, are you in any sports?"

      Joe answered, "Yes, why?"

      The doctor informed him, "You will not be able to do them until you
are cleared by a doctor.  The MRI has shown that you are currently going
through a concussion."

      Joe responded, "But I don't feel anything yet.  I feel fine, expect
for the leg."

      The doctor said, "You will have a full blown headache in progress by
tomorrow morning.  Sometimes the effects are delayed a bit.  Considering
what you went through tonight, I am not surprised.  You will need to be
cleared by a doctor.  Steven has agreed to clear you at no charge when it
is over with.  We are also going to keep you in overnight just to make sure
that everything is good.  You lost a good bit a blood and considering you
weight, we would like to keep an eye on you for the night to make sure
there are no complications.  We are going to give you a prescription to
help with the headache.  Are we allowed to inform your parents of this?"

      Joe asked, "Why are you asking?"

      "By the State of Washington, you have the right for your parents not
to know what happened."

      Joe said, "You better tell them."

      The doctor said, "Get some rest now."

      The doctors walked out. Joe could hear what was happening outside of
his door.  He heard his mother franticly saying, "How is he, he is so weak,
I knew I should have put a stop to this, how long is he going to be in
there?"

      The doctor firmly said, "Mrs. Bielinsky, you need to calm down.
Second, maybe this is any of my business, but you need to stop calling him
weak.  That will not help him recover from what must have been a traumatic
event for him.  From what I have heard and seen tonight, it sounds like
your son can take care of himself.

      She furiously replied back, "Don't you see how underweight he is?"

      "Who is happy and healthy?  From his very think medical file, you
seen not to be able to accept the fact that nothing is wrong with him.
There is nothing wrong with him physically besides the injuries he has
sustained tonight.  He being underweight does not equate to him being weak.
As I have said, if anything he has proven he can take care of himself quite
fine.  I have a son that is in wrestling, so I understand it is very
frightening and scary to watch your own son take some very big hits.  You
know what, I hate the seeing my son take those same type of hits.  I wonder
how in the world is he going to make it through a match or through a day
sometimes.  It seems like every match, my son is being destroyed, but he
wins most of the time.  But even if he loses, I see him get up and smile,
proving at least to himself that he was at least able to compete.  It seems
like your son likes it a little of the rough side, doesn't he?

      She responded, "He was all beaten up and blooded the month, first it
was a hiking trip, then it was a fight with a kid out of town, now this?"

      He asked, "How did he respond?"

      "Well, he loved the hiking trip, and he loved the fight it seemed
like."  She said.

      The doctor said, "As long as he is happy, don't worry."

      "How about his weight?"  She asked

      "Just keep an eye on it.  Steven I hear is a very capable doctor,
have him check up on him from time to time." The doctor said.

      The doctor explained what happened to Joe and what the results were.
The doctor informed his mother that he was not going to allow them to see
him tonight, that it would be better for him to rest.  Joe fell asleep
before the doctor was done explaining the diagnosis.

      The next day he woke up with the pounding headache his doctors had
promised.  He really didn't care, he was ready to leave the hospital and
return to school, and at least try to keep the day somewhat normal.  When
he got into his mother's van, they rode back quietly.  He was afraid that
his mother was going to lecture him, but she didn't.  She asked when they
rolled into Neah Bay, "Honey, do you want to go to school today?"

      He responded, "Yeah, I want to get this over with."

      She said, "You don't have to do this today."

      He replied, "I know, I just want to be done with this that is all."

      She drove him up to the school and dropped him off.  When he got to
the school, everyone gawked at him like he knew they would.  At the same
time, no one spoke to him.  It became apparent to him that they already
knew what had happened.  A few of his friends said nothing to him at first.
As the rest of the day wore on, a few started to talk to him, but it was
not about the fight.  It was about his most hated subject, girls.

      He tried to go to track and field practice, knowing that he had a
huge meet the next day, but they did not allow him.  He even went to Steven
to try to be cleared, but he wouldn't clear him until the medicine was gone
and the headache was done.  Since he was now going to miss the big meet, he
started to withdraw from everyone.

      He had become down on himself.  He stopped hanging out with Johnny
and Palmer, he stopped running, stopped walking with his friends.  He would
go to school, do his school work, and then come home, lock himself in his
room, and repeat as often for a week.

      The weather was starting to break for Neah Bay as the weather was
going into the lower 70's.  On one of those days, Joe saw Johnny running
toward him.  Joe started to run away from him again.  He all a suddenly
tripped, and landed on the road.  Palmer said, "It is funny, everyone
always looks behind wishing they had done something different but they
never looks forward to what the future might hold for them.  ."

      Palmer picked Joe up and started to head toward the hills that Neah
Bay had. Joe had pretended not to acknowledge Palmer.  Johnny said, "This
is for you own good Joe, this is an intervention."

      Joe decided to ignore Johnny also.  He had hoped by not paying
attention to them that they would decide that he was no longer worth it.
He had hoped that they would have decided that he was not their boy after
all.  Within twenty minutes they were on a hill and Palmer threw him down
onto the ground.  Johnny said, "I still don't know if this is going to
work.  I would prefer that if I do it."

      Palmer strong suggested, "We have tried your way, it wasn't work, we
are going to do things my way now.  Joe you have two choices.  A, you start
to wrestle with me now, or b, I throw you off the hill."

      Joe thought that Palmer was surely joking.  He wouldn't do that.  Joe
decided to continue to ignore Palmer.  Palmer picked him up.  Joe did not
resist.  Then Palmer threw him off a four hundred foot hill.  Joe of course
acquired once again new bumps, bruises, scratches.  Joe was sick of this.
If they wanted a response, they were going to get one.  He started to run
away until Johnny tripped him up.  He picked him up and within five
minutes, Joe was back on top of the hill.  Palmer said, "You wrestle me
now, or I will throw you off the hill again."

      Joe sat there and did nothing.  Palmer picked Joe up again, but this
time, Joe started to resist.  He started to try to do anything to prevent
Palmer from throwing him off.  It hurt the last time he did it.  Palmer
tried to throw him off, but Joe did not allow him.  So instead he threw Joe
aside this time.  He forcefully said, "You will fight or be thrown off,
choice is yours."

      Joe bellowed back, "I will not fight you, I am sick of you.  I am
sick of Johnny, I am sick of the club.  I am sick of being picked on.  Go
suck on yourself."

      Joe got up, walked toward Palmer, and started to try to punch Palmer
anywhere he could.  Palmer blocked each punch with relative ease.  He
picked up Joe and body slammed him into the hard ground.  Palmer asked
kindly, "What is wrong with you?"

      Joe tearfully said, "Because of you guys, I didn't run at my meet.
The doctor didn't clear me until two days ago.  Since I have joined this
club, I have been beating up, picked on..."

      Palmer said, "Is this about what happened at the museum?"

      Joe said, "Yes, why..."

      Palmer interrupted, "You were brilliant.  I don't think I would have
thought to do what you did."

      "But I got creamed.  I got destroyed, I went to the hospital."  Joe
replied.

      Palmer said, "And the thief got put in jail by you, a sixth grader
that was three times smaller than him.  If you don't mind me saying, while
it didn't look like you won the battle, is sure looks like you won the
war."

      Joe said, "You didn't fight him!"

      "No I did not, you did, but if you think I am going to let you run to
your house every day now, you are wrong.  I am sorry, but your head is so
far up your butt, that you can taste your own crap.  Get it out!"  Palmer
challenged.

      Joe responded by trying to throw Palmer down to the ground.  Instead,
Palmer threw him down to the ground, and started to pin him.  Joe was
putting everything into the fight.  There was no way that Palmer was going
to pin him.  He was going to use anything possible, which included getting
Palmer hard and making him cum if need be. He continued to fight Palmer for
about fifteen minutes until he was out of breath.  He got up while
breathing heavily once again.  His hands were on his knees and he was
bending down.  Johnny came up to him and said, "Nice to have you back."

      Joe said, "I don't want to be in your stupid club."

      Palmer said, "Yes you do."

      Joe yelled, "No I don't! I am not fighting any longer!"

      Johnny pointed out, "You're fighting right now!"

      Joe wanted to kick Johnny as hard as possible.  Joe hated when Johnny
was right.  Palmer said, "Finally, we got him fighting again and being
stubborn.  I thought this was going to be much harder.  Joe, do not
interrupt, you have spoken enough on this subject.  Here is what you are
going to do.  We are going to have dinner at Johnny's house tonight with
your parents.  You are going to stop feeling sorry for yourself.  Your
fought a man's fight.  You have nothing to be ashamed of.  You don't ever
have to tell how you got put into jail by an eighty five pound sixth grader
that had no muscles! Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.  You won, were
it pretty, no, but as I have told you, being pretty is not your style.

      Palmer poked his finger into Joe's chest to infusive, "It was
effective.  Get over it!  You got hurt, everyone gets hurt.  Why should you
be different?"

      Joe responded, "Fine, I'll get over it, I'll..."

      Joe only got angrier; the truth was sitting in front of him.  He got
hurt, and he didn't want to.  He wanted to look like a hero who had
everything under control.  Instead, he looked like a zero who was barely
able to handle his own affairs that had to be rescued at the end of the
day.  Joe entered into another match with Palmer, this time being
successful slamming Palmer down to the ground.  Palmer retaliated, but
putting Joe into a choke hold.  Joe got out of that with ease once again.
They continued to body slam each other and put each other in moves that
would inflict the most pain.  When they both got up, Palmer panting said,
"We can continue this all night if you want."

      Joe said, "How's come you don't care how you look?  Look at you!  You
are now bruised up; you're bleeding in several places."

      Palmer said, "I don't care about the price it takes to get you back!
I'll break my arm for you if need be."

      Joe continued to wrestle with Palmer, but the nature of the match was
changing.  It stopped becoming a grudge match and started to become a match
where Joe's energy was being burnt out.  He was no longer interested in
hurting Palmer, but more interested in pinning him.  This continued for
another twenty minutes until he got pinned.  Right after he got pinned,
Palmer helped him up.  It was the first time in over a week that he was
wearing a smile.

      Palmer asked, "Are you feeling better?"

      Joe said while out of breath, "Yeah."

      Palmer said, "It is okay to be asking for help, you know.

      Joe said, "I think I am going to be sore tomorrow."

      Palmer said, "So am I, let's get to Johnny's house.  It is a mile
that away."

      It took them about twenty minutes; most of the walk was downhill.
Joe started to be himself once again, which everyone enjoyed.  When they
got to Johnny's house, the Chief of the Makah tribe was there.  He wanted
to thank Joe in person for preventing the thief of the medicine stick.
They all also like that Joe was smiling, being himself once again.  Even
his mother asked if he had fun today and for once did not ask how he got
scrapped.