7Stars

Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 78

"O CAPTAIN! my Captain! Our fearful trip is done; the ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, while follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, where on the deck my Captain lies, fallen cold and dead.” ~ Walt Whitman (1819~1891) from Leaves of Grass (1900) *

“No mother, I'm fine. Really! Master Billy and his cowboys patched-me-up and took away any pain I felt – almost immediately. It happened so fast I passed out, and didn't come-to until they already done healed my wound. It was just a small nick, but it bled a little. They're taking such good care of me, it's almost embarrassing,” Wilbur said to his mother, Nellie Peterson.

“We watched Billy on the late news on TV talking about his horse having a colt and naming him after one of his heroes, a young, bold, and fearless warrior who was wounded in a recent skirmish. I got so worried when he said, Sir Wilbur, the pure, my blood ran cold. I knew exactly who he was talking about,” Nellie said.

Wilbur laughed, “Sir Wilbur, the pure? A bold and fearless warrior? You got to be kidding me. He really said that?” Wilbur asked and laughed again.

“Yes. He really said it, and he was serious. I don't think he was joking, Son. Master Billy sounded sincere,” Nellie assured him.

“Master Billy is such a joker. I'm far from being pure, bold, brave, or fearless, and he knows it. I held his great sword for him like I was his humble squire while everyone else done the actual fighting. The real heroes of our skirmish was Master Billy's Cowboy-Angels and them Fallen Angels what come to give themselves to him and his cause. Me being brave and pure is just a joke between him and me, Mom,” Wilbur said and laughed again, “I promise, I'm all right, Ma. I'm being seen-to every minute of the day and night by my roommate, who was one of the real heroes of our skirmish, along with our equally fearless and faithful Watcher-Protector, Lemoncello. I'm very fortunate to have a big cowboy with the heart of an Angel taking care of me and seeing to my recovery. Marcus is the next-best thing to a living saint. He sees to my needs, and makes sure I drink every bit of my wonderful healing medicine he feeds me like it was nectar from a god. Now don't you worry yore'self none. I'm gonna' be okay. I'm looking forward to your visit. I'll see you and Gower tomorrow for lunch. I ain't got me no idea what-all Master Billy has planned, but I'm sure it will be spectacular. Him and Doc Oatie check me out several times a day, and if I check out good in the morning, Master Billy promised I could leave my quarters and join in the fun. Aside from my small physical set-back, I got some wonderful news to share with you when you come to the ranch,” Wilbur said with enthusiasm.

“Gower and I have some news for you, too, Sweetheart, but we'll tell you about it tomorrow,” Nellie said.

“If it's what I think it might be, it will be the best news I've heard in a good while. I'm sure it will make me very happy, Mom,” Wilbur said, and he heard his mother let out a deep sigh on the phone.

“No, you know what? Billy Daniels was right, Son, you do have a pure heart, and I've always known you were bold, brave, and fearless,” Nellie said. They shared a laugh, said their goodbyes, and disconnected.

* * * * * * *
“He's in love, Gower,” Nellie said, “I can hear it in his voice,” she added.

“Good on Wilbur. It's the greatest feeling in the world, Sweetheart. I'll bet ma' boots he heard the happiness in your voice. Just don't act surprised if his new love ain't no woman,” Gower said.

“I won't. A mother knows her son. I found his secret stash of muscle building magazines; some of the pages were stuck together from dried semen. They disappeared shortly after he got his first computer. I know when he's looking at gay porn 'cause he always locks the door to his room. I been meaning to take him aside and talk with him to reassure him it's okay with me, but I never did. Like all parents, I put it off as something I'll get around to when the right moment arrives. It never did. I thought I'd have time, but when he took-off to go live with the cowboys at the Daniels ranch, I knew that boat already sailed,” Nellie said.

“He asked me questions about sex several times,” Gower spoke softly, “It was awkward. I didn't know what to tell him. It weren't my place. It was about six months after you took me in. I was just an old burned-out itinerant bum trying to shake off the D.Ts, and I had my own problems. I knew he was looking for answers, so I went directly to the heart of the matter. I asked him point-blank if he thought he might have a hanker'n for men. He never answered, just shook his head in the affirmative, and shed a couple of tears. I let him get it out. Then I told him it t'weren't nothing to worry about. Twenty-five percent, one quarter of the population on our planet's got some sexual variation what don't fall into the standard, one-size-fits-all, male/female standard religious missionary position. I told him some of the best men I ever knew were gay or switch-hitters,” Gower said, “I tried to impress on him h'it t'weren't who he chooses to lie down with and share his love what makes a man; it's how he lives his life, treats his family, and those less fortunate than himself,” Gower added.

“I'm glad I gave you a chance, Gower,” Nellie said.

“Not as glad as I am, Lady,” Gower replied and stole a kiss. Nellie giggled like a school girl.

* * * * * * * *
After turning the British/Hightower situation over to his posse and the four notable ambassadors representing Bubba-7-Stars, Billy and Nick went to the ship to pay a visit with Wilbur and his huge husband Friday morning. They found the men just finishing up from Marcus pumping his healing body-fluids into his mate's gut for the day. Wilbur's usually flat, muscular stomach area was rounded like he was late into his first trimester of pregnancy. The handsome young cowboy was rubbing his hands around on it like he was exceptionally pleased with the noticeable bulge. Wilbur wore a self-satisfied smile on his face, and was totally unashamed to be sporting a roaring erection from his pride before Master Billy and Nick.

“Are we interrupting anything?” Billy asked and grinned. Nick laughed.

“No, no! Not at all, Gentlemen. Come in! Come in! We just finished with my boy's treatment. We have one more step to complete, but we can do that later. There's no rush,” Marcus said as he ushered the men into their apartment.

“Being responsible for my young brave knight's health, and upon an official visit to see to his well-being, may I inquire what further step you might be referring to, sir?” Billy asked.

Marcus blushed a deep red color, turned to look at Wilbur, and nodded his head. “My dad has been taking me after each feeding, Master Billy; something he has never done before with another man. He's embarrassed to talk about it for obvious reasons. While others might consider it common-place within male/male bondings, my husband has been strongly imprinted that the dominant male never becomes the receiver on either end. I fully understood what our roles would be in our relationship when I agreed to accept his offer to become his slave-boy. It's what we both wanted, and I share his concern, sir. Marcus has worked hard to cultivate his image as a strong, no-nonsense but fair leader and construction boss. With that in mind, I agree with my husband, some things should remain within the privacy of our bedroom, sir,” Wilbur said politely.

“Well said, Young Knight. I fully understand and empathize. I couldn't agree more, but I'm more worried about his own health in taking such a bold step. Is that wise? I should think your ejaculate would be poisoned, Cowboy,” Billy said looking at Nick for a backup response. Nick just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head like he couldn't correlate an applicable precedent at the moment.

“It is poisonous, Master Billy, but in much smaller amounts; however, like a poisonous snake handler can immunize himself against being bitten by injecting himself with small amounts of venom regularly over a period of time, so my master is immunizing himself by ingesting my ejaculate. My master's body has doubled and tripled the strength of his antigens he then passes on to me through his urine. Master Aspidistra insisted and assured us it would do little or no harm to my husband, but it would add strength to my recovery. He claimed it would logarithmically increase my provider's antibodies considerably shortening the length of my recovery. At the same time, my master would be immunizing himself against any further encounters with them beasties, and our blood, if compatible with the victim's, could be used as an immediate antidote,” Wilbur explained.

Billy nodded his head he understood the premise, “We ain't had a consultation with Master Aspidistra. We seen each other on the go but never had time to discuss your condition; however, our benefactor in the great golden-ball spaceship expressed high regard for Master Aspidistra's skills in dealing with potions and poisons. His approach makes a great deal of sense to me – you, Pa?” Billy asked Nick.

“A similar situation comes to mind – sort of a Kagoli infection scenario in reverse, to say nothing of your Cowboy-Angel enhancements we bestowed upon them,” Nick replied.

“Exactly, Pa,” Billy agreed, “It even makes me wonder, with you two becoming infected with the Kagoli enzymes, and their DNA living symbiotically within you, if'n it ain't strengthened your immune systems to give you added protection? Thankfully, you've had little or no problems with your recovery so far,” Billy said.

“I'm certain Kagoli DNA saved my bacon a couple of times in the past,” Nick added.

Another knock came at the door, and Marcus hollered for them to enter. Oatie and his husband Jethro, accompanied by the tall, willowy, Sylvan Aspidistra walked into the room. Billy made previous plans for them to join him and Nick for their visit with Marcus and Wilbur in their apartment. After exchanging warm greetings with each other, they began to talk about the news Wilbur and Marcus shared with Billy and Nick.

Oatie Breedlove responded, “I approved Master Aspidistra's suggested treatment for our young warrior, but only if they wished to participate within the framework of their relationship. Neither Master Aspidistra nor I suggested it was a necessary procedure. We weren't sure it was something Master Marcus could bring himself to do, and with that in mind, we assured them we felt confident our originally agreed upon course of treatment would be adequate to rid Wilbur's system of the poison; it would just take longer. We left the final decision up to them and other than ask, we didn't know whether they agreed to the procedure. We ain't conferred with them about the subject since, but I find their decision to heed our suggestion as equally heroic on Master Marcus's part as his mate's original deed. I can further assure you, Gentlemen, not a word of this conversation will ever leave this room,” Oatie said firmly to Marcus and Wilbur knowing Marcus's mindset about such things.

“Hear! Hear!” Nick exclaimed.

“I don't see what I done as heroic. I really didn't have no choice in the matter,” Marcus said, “My track record with the life expectancy of my previous two boys weren't so good. It was a gut-wrenching, soul-depleting experience losing them, compounded by the frustrating and infuriating fact I couldn't protect them adequately. I knew I couldn't go on living should I lose another; especially one I come to love so much as Wilbur. I'm convinced, for whatever I might have done to gain their approval, them Ancients saved the very best-boy for my last, and they were also thoughtful enough to provide me with a better than average chance to protect him. While I respect you gentlemen's medical skills, I just couldn't take the chance you were a hundred percent correct. If taking my boy, the young man I love so dearly, meant it might possibly add-to or hasten his recovery and provide us with an immunity against them beasties, it's what I had to do,” he added.

“Lord knows, there ain't a husband in a bonded-male relationship what don't have his secrets. Welcome to the club, Master Marcus,” Jethro said sincerely.

“The most unexpected part is, I grow'd accustomed to his taste. My boy's flavor is as toothsome, bold, and strong as he is pure and brave, and I don't never want to live without his sweet nectar nor without him by my side,” Marcus said shyly smiling at his beloved mate.

“And once't again, true love conquers them terrible beasties of darkness and chaos,” Billy said softly.

“Hosanna!” Master Aspidistra exclaimed.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” the other men answered.

“Then all we have to do this morning is share a taste of you men's blood, and we can tell how far you've progressed,” Oatie said getting out his sterile instruments. He prepared two small syringes to extract just enough of Wilbur's blood in two vials for him and Billy to taste and a bit more to mix with some chemicals Master Aspidistra brought in small phials with a cork in each.

Billy and Oatie sampled Wilbur's blood first. They looked at each other with blank looks on their faces and each reached for Marcus's blood at the same time, like they wanted to compare and be certain of their findings before they spoke. Master Aspidistra added Wilbur's blood to one phial and then added Marcus blood to the other, corked them, and shook one in each hand like an ancient alchemist might test an arcane recipe for changing mercury into gold.

“Amazing!” Billy exclaimed quietly.

“Remarkable!” Oatie agreed.

“I've seen this happen only once before, but the circumstances were similar,” Master Aspidistra concurred.

“Here! Lemme' have a taste,” Nick insisted and dipped the forefinger of each hand in the small, shallow petri dishes, tasted one, then the other, and smiled. “Talk about joined at the hip, or better yet – separated-chimeras, Kemosabe,” he said and the other men laughed.

“That's the first oxymoron I ever done heard what makes sense, Tonto!” Billy exclaimed.

“What's an 'oxymoron'? I always though it was a non-chlorine bleach for idiots,” Jethro asked.

The men laughed, “Never mind, Buckaroo, I'll explain later,” Oatie said.

Marcus and Wilbur looked from man to man. “Go on, Master Billy, they're your Angels, tell them,” Master Aspidistra urged.

“Not only are you both cured from the demonic poison, you are now completely immune to many other poisons as well, but the most remarkable part, which obviously ain't understood by any of us – you somehow managed to integrate your DNA. With minor differences, which will keep you uniquely yourselves, there's enough genetic bonding going on a good geneticist wouldn't be able to tell Wilbur ain't chore' natural born son, Master Marco,” Billy explained.

“You mean like the good blue-fairy done went and turned Pinocchio into Geppetto's real son, Master Billy?” Wilbur asked.

“Exactly, my pure, brave, and fearless Knight. That's an excellent comparison. Life copying art. It's certainly unusual. It don't happen none too often, but it is within the realm of possibility. It should create some interesting conundrums which you men can have the pleasure of exploring and experiencing for yourselves. I got me a feeling this is another one a them after-factory-extra-add-ons them Ancients bestowed on you men. They wanted you to have the complete bonding package with all the bells and whistles. I don't know how they could have made a more dramatic statement,” Billy added.

“Furthermore, it will be a perfect genealogical camouflage to convince any court, they got the wrong man if anyone should come snooping looking for Marco,” Nick said.

“I'm afraid your not-so-pure Knight is more worried about having to stop my medication treatment if I'm healed,” Wilbur pouted. Everyone laughed at him.

“You don't have to stop right away. Who knows, it quite possibly might be the catalyst what's causing the change. I wouldn't even recommend it at this point. I would say you should continue with your master's medication at least once't a day and leave no step out of the cycle you created for yourselves. Would you gentlemen agree?” Billy replied, and deferred to Oatie and Sylvan's opinion.

“Of course. Continue your medication through the weekend and see how it goes, but you should start drinking Lemond's milk this evening as well, and have a light breakfast in the morning to get your gut back in order. By noon tomorrow you should be able to join us for lunch,” Oatie said and Master Aspidistra agreed.

* * * * * * *
Billy and his men left Marcus, Wilbur, and Lemoncello and headed down to the great dining hall where they would enjoy supper with the rest of the ship. Friday afternoons, before the next day's festivities, was quickly becoming a tradition to have everyone from the big house take the evening meal with them to give the household staff a break in their routine. The whole ranch would be busy enough from early dawn the next day with breakfast and then helping with the Saturday outdoor feed. It was still early afternoon and supper was served at six bells. Billy had a chance to talk with Oatie and Jethro about their midnight trip to England.

“Are you men still planning to be my reps to visit the Hightowers at midnight?” Billy asked.

“We got chu' covered, Brother!” Jethro assured him solidly, and Oatie agreed.

“I'm worried about you men getting any rest,” Billy said.

“Not to worry, Little Brother, we're staying in an extra room in the castle with the rest of our posse. Immediately after supper we will be going up to bed. We'll sleep from seven bells to eleven-thirty. That's four and a half hours. We'll do what we need to do, transport back and hit the sack again until time to gather the Hightowers. That should give us a couple more hours to sleep, but when we bring them back it's gonna' be around six our time and noon their time. They'll be going back in time six hours, but depending on what we have to do, we can divide the time to make our arrival a bit later in the morning to better accommodate them. It may be a mite awkward, but we'll work it out. Trust us, Little Brother, we'll make in happen. Have faith in us. We promise, you'll be proud of us,” Oatie said.

“Hell, I'm already proud of you men. Don't know how much more proud I can be. It would be like carrying coals to Newcastle,” Billy said and smiled at them.

“That's okay. You need a chance to get caught up and rest from the hectic pace you been keeping for the last couple of weeks. There's no telling what's gonna' happen after the crop circle, the streaming live delivery of the Barnyard Concert tomorrow, and the broadcast of your interview with Doug and Wes Sunday night. It'll be like waiting for the other boot to drop,” Jethro allowed.

“Thanks, Men, I really appreciate your help,” Billy said with considerable humility.

* * * * * * *
Billy's immediate family and his family on the ship gathered for supper. Wherever Zeke and his pups Dolly and Pancake went so did his watcher-protector 'Pooh-bear.' The big, hulking watcher was rather plain, but he was totally devoted to Zeke and his animal family. He stayed invisible a lot, but with the other watchers living in close harmony with the other humanoids and enjoying their company, he began to loosen up and appear more regularly. All the four legged critters loved him and encouraged Pooh-bear to travel with them wherever they were going. Molly had a particular fondness for the large watcher and wherever Zeke's family went she was usually close behind.

The other conversant canines were gathered with the family. Daffy and Chloe joined them before their master and caretaker came through a gate. They came early. Jessie and Harlen were busy with social commitments they couldn't waggle out of and made arrangements for their 'children' to stay at the Daniels ranch for the weekend. Their human companions planned to join them the following morning late, just before lunch. The huge dogs were laughing and joking with everyone and having a good time. Billy noticed Molly was rather withdrawn and pensive like she was looking for someone. He sat down on his boot heals and opened his arms for her to come to him. She saw his waiting hands, smiled real big, and ran to him.

Billy grabbed her up into his arms, gave her a big kiss, and stood. “Why are you so pensive, Little Sister? I ain't seen you like this in a good while,” Billy commented.

“I'm waiting for my special guest to arrive, Master Billy. Mistress Clara just came through a gate up to the big house. She will be coming with Mistress Kate and her ladies to have supper with the rest of your family. I guess I am just bit pensive. I can't wait to see her again. It's been a while, and we have much catching up to do,” Molly said.

“Are you falling in love with Ms. Clara Mae, Little One?” Billy asked and smiled.

“No. I already done fell, Master Billy,” Molly replied and giggled. She was so cute she tugged at Billy's heart strings.

“Are you thinking about living with her, Missy?” Billy asked.

“It's crossed my mind, but she ain't ready for a companion right now, Master Billy. I wouldn't want to intrude on her life and become a burden to her. I'm fine right here at the ranch. I love everyone, and I have my brothers and sisters to keep me company. I also like playing the role of nurse and being a mental distraction from fear and apprehension for the young ones. I bring comfort to the small humans you have to work on to restore to health, sir. I think it's become an important position for me to fill,” Molly allowed.

“You won't get no argument from me, Pretty Lady. It's a very important position as far as I'm concerned, and you managed to make it your own. Ain't another one of them canines what have the talent you got for putting a fearful child at ease. You were wonderful with the little Ondine girl earlier today. We were very proud of you. Take it slow, Molly. You have a home here for as long as you want, but if you should decide you and Clara Mae need each other, and she offers you a home with her, you must do what your heart tells you,” Billy said quietly.

“I was originally intended to become Miss Clara's companion, weren't I?” Molly asked Billy.

“I won't never lie to you, Molly. Yes, it's what Doc Oatie and I talked about and thought you and Miss Clara might be perfect for each other – only, neither one of us considered the possibility we might fall in love with you and find it difficult to give you up,” Billy said sincerely. “That's why there ain't nobody pushing you to make a decision. You probably didn't have much of a choice with your first mistress, but things have changed. You have grown into much more than just a faithful pet. You've become a person. A wonderful, sentient, beautiful little creature who knows about companionship and love. Ain't nobody on this ranch what's gonna' insist you do anything. The life you choose for yourself will be your own, but for the sake of those who love you don't jump into any binding relationship without first talking it over with your family,” Billy urged the beautiful pup.

“I promise, I will, Master Billy. Miss Clara will have to understand, I must be allowed to visit the ranch from time to time to keep up my relationships I've developed while I been here. I know every cowboy and cowgirl's name on this property. I'm welcome everywhere I choose to go, and I'm not so naïve to know they love to spoil me. It brings them joy and make me feel wanted,” Molly said.

“You're an amazing little lady, Molly. We love you very much,” Billy said and sat her down.

About that time, the ladies came through a gate into the huge dining hall and Molly ran to her beloved friend, Clara Mae Bastiaen. Clara Mae scooped up Molly and smothered her with hugs and kisses. She shed a couple of tears to see her little friend again.

“Welcome to the ranch, Miss Clara,” Billy hugged Clara and bussed a kiss on her cheek as she was holding Molly.

“I couldn't miss your birthday and a chance to spend a quiet evening with my friend, Molly,” Clara said and returned Billy's kiss on his cheek.

“Did you bring your faithful elbow-horn?” Billy asked and grinned.

“I brought all three. The Anglican elbow, the full-bodied elbow, and my vodee-oh-doe-elbow,” Clara replied, and they shared a laugh, “I'm lousy at singing, but I can play 'happy birthday' on any of my elbows and bring tears to your eyes,” Clara added.

“I'll look forward to it. I ain't got me no clue what we're gonna' do for tomorrow, but Hell, we got us enough native talent around this place to pull out some of our old war horses and put on a decent show,” Billy said.

“I've always said, impromptu programs can sometimes have the greatest surprises, and you're more likely to hear breathtakingly original performances from spontaneous groups which haven't over-rehearsed a piece of music,” Clara declared.

“I fully agree, Miss Clara. I hope you brought us some music to play,” Billy agreed.

“I never travel light,” Clara said, and they shared another laugh.

One of the grooms came into the great hall to collect the four legged critters to take them to the stables and feed them their supper. Clara said goodbye to Molly and put her down to go with her brothers and sisters and promised to find her after supper.

* * * * * * *
Earlier the same day~

“You look different, Brother,” Blondell Ondine said to his younger brother Pierre, “You finally gave up like the rest of your brothers and got implants,” he said like he figured out his brothers difference in appearance over the small computer screen.

“No. You couldn't be more wrong, Brother. These are my teeth. I'm proud to say, every Ondine in Texas has a new set of teeth along with several other rather miraculous changes to our persons,” Pierre Ondine told his brother, “I'm glad you called. I swear on the name of some unknown god, I was just getting ready to call you. We have experienced something of major importance yesterday, Blondell. I don't know where to start. I know what I have to tell you is going to sound like a cross between a science-fiction story and a bad religious fantasy, but it's neither and both,” Pierre told his brother with a frustrated look on his face, “My family has been embraced by a band of Angels, Brother, living in close proximity to us, right here in the Hill Country of Texas. There are no other words to describe what has happened to us. Your boy, René, was the catalyst who grabbed the attention of the leader's younger brother,” Pierre added and tears came to his eyes.

“Calm yourself, Brother. Just start at the beginning and tell me what you know,” Blondell said quietly to calm his youngest brother.

“I'm afraid we did my nephew a great disservice by agreeing to send him home to you, Brother, but if we had not, he wouldn't have captured a video of the small UFOs while flying back to Paris and there would be no connection which caused us to make contact with these people,” Pierre said.

From there the words came tumbling out to Pierre's next older brother with whom he was very close. Blondell would only stop Pierre when he needed a clarification, but for the most part he remained silent for the telling of his younger brother's incredible family experience with Billy Daniels and his family. Pierre was sometimes so moved by his telling of the story he would burst into tears and have to stop for a minute to get himself together. Pierre's brother, Blondell Ondine, was equally moved when his younger brother described in detail how Billy's Cowboy-Angels healed their little Amie Ondine and then rearranged the Ondine men's DNA to rid them of their dreaded genetic flaw. Pierre called for his youngest daughter. Amie came into the room in view of her dad's camera on his laptop and smiled when she saw it was her Uncle Blondell in Paris. “Hello, Uncle,” Amie said and waved to him.

“Oh, my God, Amie! Look at you! You look wonderful, my beloved niece. How do you feel?” her uncle asked.

“Like I've been given a new chance at life, and I will now live to be as old as you and my parents. Perhaps, I will even have grand nieces and nephews for you to bounce on your knee, Uncle,” Amie said and smiled. “You must allow my cousin to return to us as soon as possible, Uncle Blondell. We will take him to Master Billy and ask him kindly to save, René. He will do it for me, I know. He's a kind and generous man full of love. He kissed me and ate my pain from my body to help me get from our house to his ranch,” Amie assured her uncle.

“It cost us a fortune to send him last time,” Blondell cried.

“No, no, Brother. You don't understand. They use an advanced trans-dimensional-transportation portal to quickly move from place to place. The technology is years ahead of anything we have today or it might have been if not suppressed by the fossil fuel industry. Amie and I will come through a gate directly to René's bedroom as soon as you can make the arrangements. We will bring Master Billy's right-hand cowboy brother, Randy Rutherford, a couple of his Cowboy-Angels, and perhaps our Watcher-Protectors. Remember the brouhaha about a young boy being saved from a sure death from a similar genetic disease in a Walmart parking lot in the Hill Country of Texas by a young cowboy they called the Cowboy Jesus?” Pierre asked.

“Yes, we just thought it was those crazy Americans not understanding the basic laws of nature. You mean it was the real thing – a real miracle – not just a spontaneous healing?” Blondell asked.

“Exactly, Brother! Has René said anything to you about his cowboy brother paying him a visit yesterday?” Pierre asked, “Master Randy was with your son while they were healing Amie,” he added.

“No, I just got home a while ago and Angelica was doing volunteer work at the local homeless shelter all day yesterday. She just got home a few minutes ago and is in the library reading. Neither of us has had much time to spend with our boy since he returned. We knew about him videoing the flying saucers. We allowed a local camera crew to come to the house and interview him. You mean he had a visitor yesterday?” Blondell asked.

“Perhaps you should talk with René, Brother, and then get back to us. We will be happy to come get him as soon a you can get him ready. We will gladly bring him back here with us to the ranch. The quicker the better so he may more easily adjust to the time change. If you want your DNA corrected, I will speak with Master Billy on your behalf. We can always arrange that for later, but now, today, is the time to save our talented nephew, Blondell,” Pierre insisted.

“Does this have anything to do with that crop circle picture of a cowboy and his horse which appeared in southern England, at Alton Barns, across from Stonehenge?” Blondell asked.

“Absolutely, Brother. It's a remarkable likeness of Master Billy and his horse Samson. Some other ancient races feel it's time to project Billy Daniels onto the international scene and his Barnyard Concert will be broadcast live on the Internet tomorrow afternoon. We have already accepted his invitation to be his guests and made arrangements to be there. Master Billy's major interview with the press will be Sunday evening and there's no telling where it will take him. Now is the time to act to get our beloved nephew some help so he don't get lost in the crowded demand for Master Billy's time which might happen. Even if you don't believe me or Amie, it will cost you nothing to make the gamble we're telling you the factual truth,” Pierre said firmly.

“Let me talk with Angelica and René, and I'll get back to you. Thanks, Brother, and you, too, Amie,” Blondell said and signed off on his computer.

Blondell walked to the drawing room/library where his wife was reading a novel. She set it aside when her husband walked into the room. “I know that look. Whatever it is, it can't be as bad as the trouble you're wearing on your face, Husband. We've shared too many crises in our time together and whatever it is, we'll weather this one as well,” Angelica said.

“It actually may not be as bad as my countenance conveys, Good Wife,” Blondell said taking a small glass liquor tub from the small bar, removing the top of an ice bucket, picking up a set of silver tongs, dropping two cubes into his glass, and pouring himself four fingers of a fine, imported malt Scotch whiskey. “What do you know about an American Texas cowboy by the name of Billy Daniels?” Blondell asked.

“I know you've been busy, Dear, but how could you have missed hearing about him? He's been all over the news for several months; wild stories about him allegedly saving the life of a young boy with the same or similar genetic degenerative disease which afflicts René and Amie? To say nothing of him and his musical family being the rage and darling of the Internet world. René has asked to buy every one of his concerts, and I have readily agreed. They are priced for mass consumption so they might be available to the poor as well as the more affluent. However, the low price doesn't mean the recording or programming are second rate. It's some of the finest performances I've heard on any continent. René listens to them and watches the videos by the hour. I've encouraged him. At least he's not listening to the modern main-stream twaddle that's out there. The man conducts a symphony orchestra and plays a piano like a god; now a huge golden-ball of a space ship and six tiny ones painted a picture of him and his horse in rapeseed on the side of a hill in southern England yesterday,” Angelica said.

“The boy the cowboy saved, Randy Rutherford, came to our boy yesterday afternoon through a new kind of device; a gate Pierre calls a TDT, a trans-dimensional-transportation gate from the Daniels ranch in the Hill Country of West Central Texas and spent the better part of the afternoon with René. I just got off my computer talking with my brother and they took Amie to Billy Daniels about the same time René was entertaining his visitor. The cowboy, Billy Daniels and his men, not only healed Amie, he corrected my brother and his son's genetic flaws so there won't be anymore problem with them having children. If that wasn't enough, he gave every Ondine a new set of perfect teeth. Pierre and Amie begged me to let René go with them as soon as possible through a trans-dimensional gate and let this man, Master Billy, as they call him, heal our boy. I don't know how he meant it, but Pierre referred to him and his men as Cowboy-Angels,” Blondell said.

“I noticed René has been very quiet and kept to himself since he returned. I don't think he said two words at supper last night, and he asked for his breakfast to be brought to him in his room this morning. I think it's time we paid our son an official parental visit. Do you think he feels betrayed we didn't let him stay in the Hill Country? Like he missed out on being saved from a terrible death?” Angelica asked.

“Perhaps. The mere thought is certainly enough motivation for me to dampen my spirits, but as Pierre pointed out, if we didn't agree to have him come home early to save him from the gut wrenching pain of watching his adored cousin Amie die, he never would have made the video of the UFOs which prompted a connection with those people. Inadvertently, his actions saved his cousin's life and consequently, it just may save his as well. The pieces are fitting together like a great puzzle. It's almost like someone, somewhere, is pulling the strings while making sure two gifted children are snatched from the jaws of death,” Blondell said, “Our doctors haven't given us a bit of hope. They empathize, then tell us to prepare for the inevitable, he added.

“I agree. It does seem strange and almost preordained,” Angelica said, “Do you think René and Amie might have important rolls to play in the future of our world?” she asked her husband.

“Of course! Why go to such convoluted lengths to bring about certain results unless they are of great importance to the balance of the future? Any thoughts of holding back René from taking advantage of a possible recovery from this dread disease is quickly leaving my reason and being replaced by a glimmer of substantial hope,” Blondell replied.

“Then, we are in total agreement, Husband. Any hope is better than none at all. Enough speculation! I want to hear what René has to say. Sometimes his innocent insights can tear down any apprehension we might have. Come, Dear, let me freshen your drink, and bring it with you. We'll storm our son's Bastille together and leave no man standing,” Angelica said with a dramatic flare.

“You reading those period novels again?” Blondell asked and laughed.

“You read one, you read them all, but some are better than others, especially the naughty ones,” Angelica allowed, and they shared a laugh.

Blondell and Angelica always knocked on the door of their son's room to respect his privacy. Their caretaker for René, a large athletic man with great strength and a gentle soul named Bayrum Listrine, a Scotsman, who always wore kilts and spoke French with a Scottish brogue, came to the door and opened it for them. He bowed deeply and bid them enter with a sweep of his hand.

René looked up from his computer and smiled, “Welcome! Come in, Ma-ma! Come in, Pa-pa!” he urged his parents. “I was just showing Mister Bayrum some things I recently videoed before he gets me ready for bed. Won't you join us?” René cordially invited them. (Bayrum: pronounced with a silent 'a' as in By-rum and the second 'i' in his last name pronounced as an 'e'.)

“We would be pleased and honored to join you, Son,” Blondell spoke for them. Angelica and Blondell believed in teaching their son manners by treating him like a respected member of their family on occasion. Other times, they related on a more personal level. Consequently, René developed impeccable manners.

“Is this to be a private family meeting? Should I send my man, Mr. Listrine, to his room?” René asked.

Blondell looked at Angelica and she gave him a quick negative shake of her head. “No, I don't think it will be necessary. Mr. Listrine has been in the employ of our family for years; even before you were born. What we have to discuss indirectly affects him and his continued position,” Blondell replied.

René's apartment consisted of two bedrooms, a study, a living area, and a formal front room which doubled as a music room with an enormous Bösendorfer grand piano. They were gathered in the front room. René invited his parents to have a seat and motioned for Bayrum to sit next to him. René maneuvered his wheelchair to be closer to his caretaker. Over the years, the young boy developed a comfortable fondness for the giant Scotsman and shared many secrets of his young soul with the stalwart man. Bayrum was a rock and would never betray his young charge.

“We understand you had a visitor from Texas yesterday, Son. Would you like to tell us about it?” Blondell asked and smiled.

“As a result of my posting the UFO video, I received the nicest e-mail from a young cowboy in Texas by the name of Randy Rutherford, who also sent me videos of him being healed from the same disease I have. It was done in a parking lot by a handsome cowboy he claims to be an enhanced human. As a result, they bonded as brothers. The cowboy was Billy Daniels. Randy also sent me a video of himself playing the piano at one of their Barnyard Concerts. He suggested we were brothers, created from threads of chance, woven into a whole-cloth, as we share many things in common. His reasoning seemed sound, and I agreed with him.

“We made contact by Skype on our computers, and I knew when Randy addressed me in perfect French with a delightful cowboy twang, he was indeed my brother. Randy asked if he might come visit me in person. I didn't understand how until he told me he could physically transport from place to place through a trans-dimensional-transportation gate. I didn't quite understand the concept, but nevertheless, I gave him the coordinates to the center of my study. I returned to my desk, flipped on my video camera, a gate sprang up, and my new cowboy brother walked through. We spent a wonderful afternoon getting to know each other, and I shed tears of remorse when he left to return to Texas. I felt like a part of my soul left with him, and I was no longer complete,” René said proudly and smiled.

“And where were you during their visit, Mr. Listrine?” Blondell casually asked Bayrum with no tone of accusation in his voice.

“Master René dismissed me earlier to return to my room, and said he wouldn't be needing me until shortly before the evening meal. I set my alarm for the proper time and began to read in my room. I must have dozed off and didn't awaken until I heard the piano being played. I know Master René's playing and recognized the Ravel piece he plays quite often, but then I heard a Bach piece I never heard him practice, which was being played flawlessly. I decided to check it out and discovered a young cowboy about René's age burning up the Bösendorfer with one of the finest interpretations of a Bach Partita I ever heard outside of Glenn Gould. René motioned for me to join them and take a seat.

"The young man was amazing. His playing was brilliant. After he finished and we applauded for him, Master René introduced him as his new cowboy brother, Bossman Randy Rutherford, from the Hill Country of West Central Texas. I was not expecting the young man to speak to me in French, but I'm ashamed to say, Master Randy's was better than mine. I asked how he got into the house without me knowing about it, and they patiently explained to me how he arrived through a trans-dimensional-transportation portal. I didn't believe them until Master Randy open a gate, took me by the hand, and walked me through to his big brother's study in a tower on the top of an enormous ranch house in Texas.

“We could look out the windows at everything in the surrounding country side including the two rivers running together, cattle roaming about, and cowboys on horses working them, the new blue crystal city they're building and much more. I knew I was in Texas. I have relatives who live in a small town called London, Texas, not far from there. I have visited the town many times. Master Randy pointed toward the Southwest and we could see the church steeple from Master Billy's study. We didn't stay long and returned to Master René in his study. The boys made a believer out of me, sir,” Bayrum said.

Blondell leaned forward in his chair, put his hands together on his knees, and spoke, “I believe Mister Listrine's account. What do you have to offer, Young Man?” Blondell asked and smiled at his son.

René returned his dad's smile, picked up a remote control and clicked the huge wall-to-wall HD video screen. A hundred gigabyte memory chip began to play back what René recorded the previous afternoon of Randy arriving through the gate, the boys' conversation, all the way through their performing for each other, including Mr. Listrine joining them, up to the time Randy had to say his tearful goodbyes, hugged Mr. Listrine, his new brother, and returned through the gate to Texas. It was a moving experience for everyone in the room. There was no doubt in Blondell and Angelica's mind the three men they watched in the video bonded with each other.

“I know it's your job, but nevertheless, I'm glad you were here, Bayrum,” Blondell managed in a choked voice like he was trying to swallow his emotions. Blondell used the man's first name as one might addressing a close member of his family. It was a great compliment to their paid servant. Bayrum understood and bowed to them to show his humble thanks.

“I don't mean to sound like an echo, but I agree with my husband, Mr. Listrine,” Angelica said, “We are indeed fortunate to have a man of your caliber looking after our son, sir,” she added, and Bayrum blushed.

“Thank you, ma'am, your kind words are greatly appreciated,” Bayrum said.

“Then you have no fear of walking through the gate?” Blondell asked.

“None whatsoever, Master Ondine. It tickles a little; nothing more,” Bayrum replied.

“Your Uncle Pierre and your beautiful cousin, Amie, begged me to let you come back to Texas and stay the rest of the summer with them. They said they would personally come to get you as soon as possible with Master Randy and three of his guardian Cowboy-Angels, Clyde, Andy, and Balthazar. Are you angry because we insisted you return to Paris?” Blondell asked his son.

“No, sir. My brother, Bossman Randy, explained to me everything happened like it should. He has greater contact with several advanced races of people, ancient societies, who sometimes manipulate situations to achieve certain results they hope to bring about. I gave up the angst and feelings of personal selfishness I gathered from having to return early. I wrongfully entertained the thought Uncle Pierre and Aunt Genevieve didn't want me to participate as a part of their family and share in their grief. I felt rejected, but Randy helped me understand it was foolish and immature of me. I knew Amie was much worse than me, and she would not last long. She shared her wonderful but ugly beast, her secret watcher-protector, Scarbo, with me to drink his sweet healing milk from his breast. I was beginning to improve, but Amie was only getting worse. However, my beloved brother helped me come to realize none of this could have come about were it not for my video of Master Billy's ships over the Atlantic as they were flying to rescue the fallen angels who were placed in stasis thousands of years ago miles beneath Mount Ararat in Turkey,” René explained.

“Do I even want to know about about Fallen Angels, UFOs, and my son feeding from the breast of an ugly beast named Scarbo?” Blondell asked and grinned. He watched his wife roll her eyes and look heavenward like it was all too bizarre for them to handle at the moment. They shared a laugh.

“Better you ask Uncle Pierre and Amie, Papa,” René replied, “The rest will be revealed to you in time. By now Scarbo and his son Le Gibet are bonded members of our Texas Ondine family. I hope to have one of my own someday,” René added sincerely.

“Do you want to return to Texas, Son?” Blondell asked his boy.

“Of course I want to return. I don't think we have a choice if you want me to live. I caught a glimpse of the future, and I know it's going to be exciting and wonderful. I want to live to see it, Papa. I want to become a part of it as a whole boy and man,” René replied almost on the verge of tears.

“Then, I think you should go, but I have one condition,” Blondell said.

“What's that, Papa?” René asked.

“You must agree to allow your caretaker, Mr. Listrine, to accompany you and look after you,” Blondell Ondine said firmly.

“Would you like to gate to Texas with me, my new Cowboy-Brother, and our family in Texas, Mister Listrine?” René asked Bayrum.

“It would be an honor and a pleasure to accompany you, Young Master,” Bayrum replied.

“Good!” Blondell exclaimed, “Then I will return my brother's call immediately and make arrangements for them to come for you as soon as possible. Your uncle and aunt feel terrible about sending you home before the end of summer, but they were not to blame. Your mother and I made the decision. We didn't want you to have to suffer the horror of watching your cousin Amie grow increasingly weak and have to experience what we know as the final destination for the terribly debilitating disease you share. We thought the emotional shock and trauma would only hasten your own demise, and we were selfish to want you for ourselves as long as possible.

Blondell continued, “They want you there as soon as possible – early enough to enjoy the following day at the Daniels Ranch with them. You men gather your things and be ready. I don't know exactly when they planned to come for you. I will know more after I talk with your uncle. You only have a short time to be packed and ready to go. Your uncle said he has already made arrangements, and they will come within an hour of my call. He thinks it will give you a better chance to adjust to the time change, and I agree with him. Go and gather you things, and I'll let you know more after I talk with Pierre,” Blondell said.

“We'll be ready, sir,” Bayrum assured him, “Come, Young Master, we will gather your things first, and while you enjoy your lunch, I will pack. I have far less to worry about,” the big man servant added and smiled.

The arrangements were made between Blondell and his brother Pierre. Pierre notified Randy, whom Billy put in charge of gathering his adopted brother, René. Randy and his favorite Cowboy-Angels, A, B, and C (Andy, Balthazar, and Clyde) came through a gate the young cowboy opened into the Ondine's foyer within minutes of receiving Pierre's call. The entire Ondine family, including Scarbo and Le Gibet, was waiting for Randy and his posse. Amie recognized the three Cowboy-Angels and ran to their waiting arms to give them a big hug and a petite kiss on their cheek. They returned her affection and told her how well she looked.

“Papa is taking us with you. I know it was only yesterday you cared for me, but it's so good and reassuring to have you men join us,” Amie said.

“We're honored to be here, Mistress Amie, and glad to be of service,” Balthazar said.

“Will you show my aunt and uncle your beautiful wings, sir,” Amie asked.

“Bossman Randy is our master for this trip. I'm sure if you ask him nicely, he will have us wing-up for your relatives, ma'am,” Balthazar replied.

“I love your wings, Angel Balthazar,” Amie said sincerely.

“Why, thank you, Miss Amie, I'm proud of them,” Balthazar replied.

“Who have you chosen to go with us, Master Ondine?” Randy asked after shaking hands with Pierre.

“Everyone in our family wants to go to say 'hello' to our relatives. It's been a while since we've seen them, Master Randy. My family insisted on taking Scarbo and Le Gibet with us. After all, they have become a part of our family and will remain so as long as they like. They will remain invisible until we call for them to appear,” Pierre replied and winked at Randy. Randy got his message he wanted to surprise his brother and his wife.

“You realize your nephew can see them even when they're invisible to adults, don't you?” Randy asked.

“I'm betting my nephew won't give us away,” Pierre said wickedly and laughed. The rest of his family laughed with him.

“I'll send him a mental message when we arrive not to let on about them,” Randy said.

“Are you telepathic?” Pierre asked.

“Only in emergencies or to avoid an awkward situation,” Randy said, “I'm as fully enhanced as my big Cowboy-Angel brothers, and so is Amie. She will develop her talents as she grows, but she will have many who will help and guide her; however, we won't grow wings until we reach puberty, sir,” Randy replied.

“My baby girl will become an Angel? But, of course she will! She already 'is' an Angel in our eyes,” Pierre said and laughed. “Will René grow wings as well?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, most certainly, Master Ondine,” Randy replied, “Shall we go then?” Randy asked.

Randy opened a gate using new coordinates René gave his dad to convey to his Uncle Pierre so his new brother could open the gate in the larger living area to more readily accommodate those coming through. It was a good call on René's part because there was a rather large group of people who came walking through the gate. Even though René's parents saw videos of Randy coming and going through a gate, the actual gate surprised them, and they jumped back. René looked at Bayrum and grinned. Bayrum winked at him, and they laughed.

Randy, Amie, and Giles came through first, followed by the older Ondine children, Chantel and Dermont, with their parents Pierre and Genevieve bringing up the rear. Following them were Randy's three big cowboy brothers. Unseen by the adult Ondines and Mr. Listrine, the Ondine watcher-protectors Scarbo and Le Gibet followed the cowboys. Randy sent his message to his brother in his wheelchair not to let on about them. René grinned and nodded he understood.

Randy was wearing his big buckaroo hat but immediately removed it like a gentleman upon entering the Ondine home. His Cowboy-Angels followed suit and removed their hats as well. Randy bowed deeply before Mr. Ondine holding his hat to his side. He returned upright, looked the handsome man in his eyes, offered his hand, and Blondell took the young cowboy's hand in his. In perfect French, Randy spoke to Mr. Ondine, “Good day, Mister Ondine, my name is Randy Rutherford. I'm the Bossman for our family ranch just South of Fredericksbug, Texas. I know I'm young to be Bossman of a ranch, but there are no other males in my family to fill the position. I never knew my dad. He was killed in the Middle East oil-wars before I was born. It is a great honor and privilege to meet the man who sired such a wonderful and talented young man as René. I hope you will excuse my boldness, but in the short time we've known each other, I have come to think on your son as my brother, and I'm hoping our bonding of friendship and brotherhood will last a lifetime, sir,” Randy said.

“Welcome to our home, Young Man. If your playing of Bach is any indication of you sensitivity, your ability to feel empathy, to give and receive love in equal measure, then you and my son have my blessing to bond as brothers,” Blondell said as he shook Randy's hand and smiled at him. “As far as I'm concerned, a man can't have too many brothers, whether they were born under the same roof or not,” Blondell added.

“I am in full agreement, sir. Them three stalwart cowboys I brought with me I think on as my brothers, as well,” Randy replied and smiled.

Randy bowed before Mrs. Ondine and waited for her to offer her hand. Angelica was not used to the custom but felt a need to do so with the young cowboy standing before her. Randy took her hand, bent over and gently kissed it, then returned upright. “It is also a great honor to meet my new brother's mother. René showed me a picture of you and Mr. Ondine, but it did not do justice to your beauty, ma'am. Now I know where my brother got his good looks. I hope we become good friends, Mrs. Ondine,” Randy said politely and Angelica acted like she was stunned by the young cowboy's manners and gentility.

“I'm sure we will, Master Rutherford,” Angelica replied.

Randy bowed again to both adults and turned to walk over to René to greet him and his handsome man, Bayrum. The rest of the Ondine family went to their relatives and exchanged greetings, hugs, and kisses. When they finished, Randy went to his posse and told them to follow him. Randy took them to Blondell and Angelica. “Mr. and Mrs. Ondine, may I present my personal posse of Cowboy-Angels and protectors: Cowboy Andy, Balthazar, and Clyde,” Randy introduced them.

Blondell Ondine shook each man's hand. He was particularly fascinated by the rings through Balthazar and Clyde's noses. “Why are two ringed and Andy isn't?” he asked.

“I've yet to be rewarded by our master with a set of rings; however, after our encounter with the Demons guarding the the Fallen-Angels, I just may be found worthy enough to be ringed by our master. In our world, it is an honor, sir,” Cowboy Andy replied in perfect French.

“Do all you men speak French?” he asked.

“Oui,” they replied.

If they're Angels, where are their wings?” Blondell asked.

“Gentlemen!” Randy exclaimed, “Give me your shirts,” Randy ordered. The three cowboys set their hats on a table, removed their shirts, and handed them to Randy. “Please, wing-up for the Ondines, Gentlemen,” Randy commanded. In a great flash of light the three cowboys disappeared and reappeared just as quickly fully fledged in their beautiful wings. There was a gasp from everyone. The two older Ondine children never saw the cowboys morph as Angels before. Andy, Clyde, and Balthazar were outstandingly handsome in their beautiful wings and heavy leather harnesses covering much of their torso. Randy could see Blondell didn't miss the rings through Clyde and Balthazar's tits. He smiled, but he didn't comment other than to shout at first seeing them.

“Holy merde!” Blondell exclaimed, “You weren't kidding, Brother. They really are Angels,” he gasped.

Amie broke away from her family and walked over to Scarbo and Le Gibet. She took each by the hand and led them to stand before René. René was all smiles as he held out his arms for Scarbo to take him. Suddenly, the young crippled boy in the wheelchair was air-born and appeared to be floating unsupported while sucking on something. Bayrum made a move to grab his young charge, but Amie stepped in front of him and held up her hand in caution. “Easy, Mister Listrine, my cousin René is in no danger. He's feeding from the breast of our family Watcher-Protector, our great and wonderful beast, Scarbo. I'm holding the hand of his young son, Le Gibet. You can't see them, but anyone under the age of puberty can. We didn't want anyone to panic if they came through the gate with us,” Amie explained sweetly.

As soon as Bayrum relaxed a bit, Amie ordered Scarbo and Le Gibet to show themselves and they appeared to the adults. Pierre Ondine and his wife Genevieve laughed at the look on their relation's faces. Not to be outdone, Blondell took one look and grinned, “I thought you said they were ugly beasts, Brother?” he asked, “The big one wears a scar, but they are far from ugly,” Blondell added.

“We agree. We don't think they are ugly, but we prepare folks for the worst should they become frightened of the unknown,” Pierre explained.

“They are magnificent creatures. Welcome Scarbo! Welcome Le Gibet!” Blondell said, “Now I understand why René might want one for a companion. I would want one myself, if I were younger,” he added.

The Ondine family didn't stay long. Randy asked if Blondell and Angelica could attend their afternoon concert the next day. He would open a gate for them. They promised they would download it on their computers, but they had other obligations they must attend to. They thought it was important for René to go with his aunt and uncle's family to complete his vacation away from Paris on his own. They promised they would attend the next Barnyard Concert. Randy helped pile René's stuff in his wheelchair and Bayrum carried his own suitcase. Scarbo carried the young cripple boy back through the gate in his big arms with René sucking away on his big friend's teat. Randy pushed his brother's wheelchair for him. Randy remained by himself for only a moment longer and once again shook Blondell's hand. “It's been a great pleasure to meet you good folks. I'll look forward to seeing you again, soon,” he said in perfect French.

“You're welcome here, anytime, Young Man,” Blondell said. Angelica waved and wiped a tear from her eye.

After they were gone and the gate disappeared, Angelica turned into her husband's big arms, and they comforted each other. “Have we done the right thing, Husband?” she asked quietly.

“How many parents can claim they entrusted their son to the care of Angels while he is still alive, Good Wife?” Blondell asked in reply.

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Randy transported the Ondines back to the foyer of their ranch house. No one was around to see them. Pierre and Angelica made sure the blinds were closed and heavily draped before they left. Randy suggested they further transport René to the Daniels ranch as instructed by his big brother. Billy knew about his little brother's planned sojourn to the sumptuous Ondine estate in Paris and approved it. He insisted when they returned, René should not have to suffer a moment longer than absolutely necessary with his debilitating disease. He also instructed Randy to bring Scarbo and Le Gibet with them.

To keep their party small, Pierre wanted to leave his family behind including their Watcher-Protectors. Only he would accompany René, Bayrum, and Randy to the Daniels ranch, but René insisted his cousin Giles and the Ondine family's watchers join them. The boys were as close as Amie and René because they were nearer each other's age and shared the same affliction. Giles was oldest and good enough to introduce them to his Watcher-Protector so they might share the bounty. Amie and René were terrified of the great scared beast at first, but it was only through Giles example, patience, and encouragement, he convinced them Scarbo was a friend and his delicious milk held magical properties to heal young children.

The two younger children found out for themselves, Giles wasn't blowing smoke up their butts nor was he an evil prankster. They discovered Giles was loving and compassionate and only wanted to help them get better the same way he did from drinking Watcher milk. The more they improved the greater respect they held for their slightly older sibling and cousin; but alas, they didn't start consuming Scarbo's milk as early as Giles did and after a while, they began to backslide. Their guarded clandestine medicinal-milk producing giant-beast became the center of their bold bond. The others seemed to appreciate their bond as an heroic effort to survive, and no one had a problem with Giles joining them. Randy informed Pierre of Billy's request to in include Scarbo and Le Gibet, and he agreed.

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Randy set his coordinates for the great hall on Captain Nick's ship his master gave him when he tickled Billy and told him they arrived at the Ondine ranch and would be transporting to the ship immediately. Everyone was there finishing their supper and eating dessert when a gate opened and Randy's party of Pierre Ondine, his son Giles, Scarbo, who was carrying the small boy, René. Le Gibet walked by his father's side, and René's man, Bayrum Listrine, walked through last.

Billy and Nick got up from their chairs and walked over to them. Randy introduced those whom Pierre and Giles never met before. Everyone in Billy's family was there to meet and greet Randy's party. Pierre recognized a number of the ladies who were so kind and hospitable to him, his wife, and daughter the day before, but there were many others he didn't recognize and was flabbergasted by the variety of critters and humanoids of all shapes and sizes. It was like walking into another world. “Where is this place? It looks like a medieval castle,” Pierre asked.

“It is very similar, Mister Ondine; however, it dates back centuries before the middle ages. You're on board a great space ship which belongs to me and my partner here, Captain Nick. We have supper here every Friday to gather in this great hall as family before we begin our weekend,” Billy explained, “Come! You and your people join us, and we will take care of your nephew as soon as we finish,” Billy added holding his arms out for Scarbo to hand René to him.

“Master Billy!” René exclaimed, “It's so good to meet you in person, sir,” he said.

“I share your pleasure, Master René. It's good to have you here. You and your family are welcome among us,” Billy said in French.

“I see you finally took time to load your language apt,” Randy said snidely.

“Self-defense!” Billy shot back, and they shared a laugh.

“Who are those three giant blue men?” Pierre asked.

“The largest is the head Angel of the Fallen-Angels and his name is Metatron. We rescued him with the rest of them and he's only been with us since Wednesday evening late. The rest of the six hundred Angels we shipped off to two planets in different galaxies for refurbishing and reeducation as to the changes in worlds and galaxies since their forced incarceration into what was meant as permanent stasis. They also will be enhanced with new language apps depending on the planet where they plan to settle down. Metatron's two buddies which are a lighter shade of blue are two gentle giants what are brothers. They are a bonded pair,” Billy explained, “Not to worry, sir, it will come to you quickly and you will come to understand these folks and how they fit into the picture,” Billy added.

“And they are all your slaves?” he asked.

“They're my family, Master Ondine. It is their responsibility to take care of their master and his family, and I allow them to do so. In return, I see to their well-being and take care of them as best I can. They own me, and they have become my life, sir,” Billy said firmly.

“Like your horse owns you?” he asked.

“Exactly, Mister Ondine,” Billy replied.

“I don't fully understand the analogy, but I think I can understand how it might work as a metaphor. It's certainly a creative and open way of looking at your situation,” Pierre said.

“Observe and learn, Mr. Ondine. I will concede it's difficult to comprehend at first, but it will come to you, I promise,” Billy assured him.

Pierre didn't answer but smiled and began to look around the great hall at the more unusual critters; Archie and Edith; two half-pint cowboys, Poly and Cass; several of the Sun Bears either running here and there or flying overhead. Dwarfs, giants, elf like creatures, and large blue warriors. Billy didn't hide any of his and Nick's crew. Leon the Lion man was there; Pan, the Panther-man; Gog, the giant; and Raza, the dragon man. Pierre was fascinated, but he didn't seem to be afraid or frightened.

The young accept diversity more easily than adults. René was having a ball and several of the more exotic of Captain Nick's crew stopped by his chair next to Billy to welcome him to their world. Giles was equally enthralled and captivated by the many different creatures on the ship. The boys' attention was soon captivated by the talking dogs. René and Giles were in heaven petting and talking with them. Giles little sister told him about Molly. Their mother swore his little sister was telling the truth, but he had his doubts until he met Molly himself. He was as taken by her charms as much as Amie.

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After serving their guests some herb tea and a tasty dessert, Billy announced he needed as many fully fledged Cowboy-Angels as he could get to help him with several healings and adjustments he needed to get done that evening. He asked for a show of hands on those who wished to participate. Every qualified hand went up in the room. He thought it was a bit too many when he saw Oatie and his crew bound for England in several hours with their hands up. He smiled. “I thought you men were going up to bed to get some shut-eye before you gate to Alton Barns to hook-up with the Hightowers,” Billy said.

“The more current you draw, the easier and quicker it is to get the job done. You know how much more difficult it is in the ship than in the barns. We won't be losing that much sleep; besides, we's cowboys. We can do without a little sleep,” Oatie said and the others scheduled to go with him agreed and grumbled like a retreating storm.

“Run away, Kemosabe!” Nick said under his breath, and Billy laughed.

“Aww right!” Billy exclaimed, “You men will be a welcome addition. Let's get to the dungeon and begin. Since our guests will be naked, lets don't make them feel self-conscious. Boots and wings only, Gentlemen!” Billy exclaimed.

“Hosanna!” Randy shouted, and everyone replied, “Hosanna, in the highest!”

Billy sent Scarbo and Le Gibet off to another part of the castle to be groomed by four of his new grooms. He insisted they be gated to the ranch at least once a week to be groomed if they plan to live in close proximity to the Ondine family. He stressed he wouldn't ask any more of them than he does his own Watcher-Protectors, but if they were going to be a more ubiquitous part of human society they must change some of their old ways. They would continue to be groomed in the castle on the Daniels ranch until the Ondines could make arrangements for their own grooms.

René was quickly learning who the bulls were within Billy's herd of Cowboy-Angels and of them all, three stood out as his favorites. The first was the Bull of the Hill Country, Elmer Breedlove. The next was old Zeke, and the third was Grover Parsnip. Randy assured his little brother he had excellent taste in Cowboy-Angels.

Those who volunteered to gather the healing ethers from the ethos of the cosmos to help facilitate the improvement of the young boys health were many; starting with the Gumbo-Angels, were Zagan Vine; Orobas Gamagyn; Eligor Bathin; Uzza Forcas; and Gadreel Gaap, better known as Gator Gap. Along with them, from Arizona, was Ipos Kokabiel. Billy came to lump Etienne Beaudreaux, Ray Escobar, David Breedlove, and Cletus Abernathy with the Gumbo-Angels. The Gumbo-Angels announced to Billy earlier in the day they would stay through his birthday celebration, but the following Monday they would be gating back to the swamp. However, every Angel swore they would gate back often for weekends or as they might be needed. Poly and Cass winged up to participate. Young René struck a chord in them, and they wanted to help.

Archie and Edith saw it as a family affair and added their help. For Buck and Hank, is was a duty in which they were proud to participate. Others from Billy's immediate family were his Uncle Nathan, and his mate Tron Garrett; Moss Garrett, and his mate Enoch Redbone; the Sheriff of Mason County, Will Tate, his dad Buster, and his younger brother, Everett. Then there was the Breedlove clan, Elmer, Vox, Oatie, and Jethro. Also Perry Reed and his saddle-buddy Mick Flynn; Bubba Kirkendall, his buddy Jack McCormack, and their friend Grover Parsnip. Enhanced men gathered into the Daniels family included Randy's uncle, Billy Bob Bane; Odin Bluetooth; Thor; Bart Langstrom, Marco Obbligatto, and Wilbur, the pure. Present among the fallen-angels who escaped stasis were, Cowboy Andy; Andrew; Clyde; and Balthazar; Uriel, and his companion, Sandalphon; Macker-el and Garth-el; Slipweasel and Rum-dum; and Gabriel. Also Metatron, Michael, Raphael, Samael. Last but not least, Billy's surrogate pa, Nick, winged up to help add his considerable strength to his master's healing bond.

The men gathered in the dungeon of the great ship. Billy explained to his new guests it used to be a dungeon, but now it was used for emergency purposes and healing special guests. Pierre and Giles knew the drill from the previous evening when Billy took them to the slave processing center in the old barn. Bayrum looked at Pierre for instructions. “Just remove your clothing, Son,” Pierre used the familiar with Bayrum and smiled, “When in Rome, my good man, we do as the Romans do...” Pierre said and Bayrum nodded his understanding. He began to remove his clothing along with the other men. Billy had Randy outfit the three visitors with a handsome, brand new pair of western boots.

Randy was with them and added, “Not to worry, Mr. Listrine, my big brother insists a man is just plumb naked without his boots,” Randy said and winked at the men. They shared a laugh. Bayrum wondered how the big heavy buckaroo boots would look with his kilt. He imagined the combination just might be a winning one. He decided Master Billy was right. He didn't feel quite so naked wearing his boots. Bayrum certainly didn't have anything to feel shy about. He was uncut and hung like a Highland Bull. René wasn't the lest shy about being naked, and found lying on the comfortable black leather padded table as the center of attention was much to his liking. He had his new brother holding one hand and his cousin Giles holding his other on opposite sides, with his man Bayrum and his uncle behind them.

Billy was the last cowboy to wing up, and if the other Cowboy-Angels weren't impressive enough, Bayrum gasped at the beauty of Billy's golden wings. Billy looked around him and realized he had one of the most powerful gatherings of men in one place on the planet and his work for the evening would be swift but sure. He rather liked the idea Oatie volunteered to help and was by his side to make sure he didn't make any mistakes. It was an impressive sight to see when Billy's posse of Cowboy-Angel winged-up at the same time. The rustle of wings was like nothing else they every heard. It suddenly reminded Pierre of an old Hitchcock film he watched years ago in an old movie-art theater, “Les Oiseaux.”

Oatie drew a small amount of blood from René's small arm and released it into a sterile petri dish. He dipped his finger in to taste and passed it to Billy, Nick, and last to Sylvan Aspidistra. Sylvan was not yet enhanced but his heroism in the chamber of the Fallen-Angels was exemplary. Sylvan and his large, massively built Master Jurgen Ironmonger loaded as many of the distressed Angels as anyone, and their bravery in battle with the dark demons was fearless. Billy would not forget the likes of them, Tree Griffin, Tank Barger, and Pete Breedlove. He was keen to keep Sylvan in the healers-loop of information to share equally with him to possibly widen his experience as well as share his own knowledge with them. Nick enthusiastically approved Billy's decision and shared with his master Sylvan Aspidistra's reputation as a healer was gold in several galaxies.

They agreed, René was not as far advanced as Amie and attributed his resistance to the disease to his Watcher-milk therapy with Scarbo. Oatie brought the portable internal scanner and the men looked at each area of the young boy's small body. Rene's legs were withered to the point he couldn't possibly support himself to walk and the gradual wasting of the disease could be seen slowly creeping up his spin to begin a major attack on his liver, spleen, and ultimately his heart and brain. They pointed out the major damage to René's uncle and protector. They shook their heads in wonder the boy could be functioning at all. They could only imagine, through the toughest strength-of-will the young man somehow managed to pull himself together to get through another day. Their admiration for René became boundless and their love and hope for his recovery overwhelmed them.

Billy and Oatie worked on the boy for almost an hour. There was a jovial mood in the room. Billy and Oatie worked like two skilled surgeons repairing and enhancing first one area and then another. René's young emaciated body was beginning to fill out and take on a new bloom of health, and those new to the experience marveled at the wonder of it all. Bayrum stood with tears streaming down his highlander cheeks, but he kept a smile on his face from his joy at seeing the small boy's body come together; a young boy who became his charge from the time René could barely sit up by himself. Blondell and Angelica talked about a nurse, but others urge them to find a good man. They were never sorry they employed Bayrum Listrine. They were not unaware a bond developed between them which bound them by admiration and brotherly love.

When they were finished with eradicating the disease, they set up the mechanism to route it from René's body through his waste. He would neither experience pain nor discomfort from the lost of the failed and distorted tissue. Watcher milk would quickly work to rebuild and replace the missing tissue. It was complete and René would recover, but now came the fun part. Rebuilding his body to a strength it would be strong enough the disease could never return. Part of that was done when they changed and modified René's genetic code to kill the disease. Now they were beefing him up and finally came to his genitals. As his uncle commented to Billy upon his observation René was uncircumcised, “No Ondine man will ever be circumcised in our family,” he said proudly with strength.

Billy grinned and waved his hands over René's cock and balls. They instantly grew larger until several men begin to laugh. “I think all heroes should have brag'n rights. Don't you agree, Brother Ondine?” Billy said, looking Pierre in his eyes, and grinning.

“Mais oui, mon Capitain!” Pierre exclaimed in French, “But, of course!” he added in English. “What man can say he has enough? You never offered me that honor,” Pierre said with some remorse and everyone laughed.

“Saving Amie was a family necessity, Brother, as any father would his child, but saving your nephew placed you in the hero category. Convincing your brother and his wife they should act now and allow him to come with you was truly an act of heroism. When we finish with your nephew, I will reward you accordingly. Likewise, your boy, Giles, was a great hero to share his knowledge of his Watcher-Protectors with his little sister and cousin. I will adjust him in kind,' Billy said.

They were finished with René, and they placed him on the second table which the back popped up and could support someone like they were sitting up in bed. A groom brought him a tall glass of chilled Watcher milk and urged him to sip it slowly. Billy kept his word, and enlarged Pierre and his son, Giles; however, he went one step further and totally enhanced them. Pierre would begin to grow a set of wings within twenty-four hours but Giles wouldn't fledge until puberty. Billy didn't tell them about his 'full-monty' adjustment right away.

“Now we will have a taste of your blood, Master Listrine,” Billy said like it was not a request.

“I'm fine, Master Daniels,” Bayrum humbly replied.

“We'll be the judge of that, sir,” Billy said quietly but convincingly.

Bayrum looked at Pierre and he nodded his head for him to go-along with Master Billy, and the big man consented. His blood was drawn and the four men in charge sampled it.

“Not good!” said Sylvan Aspidistra.

“Don't scare the man to death,” Nick said, “Ain't nothing we can't handle,” he added.

“You don't know how lucky your are, being this young man's 'Gentleman' Mr. Listrine,” Oatie said winking at René.

“Have you ever had a colonoscopy procedure, Mr. Listrine,” Billy asked.

“No, never. Please call me, Bayrum, sir,” he said.

“When you urinate does it feel like you can't get it all out? Do you stand and try to squeeze more out, but it just won't come; then, you give up and walk away feeling like you still need to pee?” Billy asked.

“Yes, sir. More often of late,” Bayrum replied.

“Let's have a look through the scope, Doc Oatie,” Billy said and they began to look, “See these, and these, and this. There's thirty to fifty of them polyps in you lower colon what are pre-cancerous. Now we swing up to this little thing here, and see this growth on it?” Billy pointed it out.

“Yes, sir,” Bayrum replied.

“It's a cancerous growth on your prostate gland. Too much Haggis I'm afraid,” Billy said and got a couple of suppressed laughs. “If not eliminated immediately, the cancer will quickly spread to the polyps in your colon; it will become like a forest fire in your lower colon, and there ain't no cure after that,” he added.

“But I love Haggis,” Bayrum said quietly.

“Yes, but it don't love you, Bayrum,” Billy said.

“I'm still a young man. I'm only thirty-six, sir. Can you do anything for me, Master Billy?” he asked almost on the verge of tears.

“Of course we can. We can fix you up like new, but you must promise to give up Haggis, and all highly processed red meats,” Billy said, “You can eat your fill of organically grown beef or deer meat on our ranch. You can enjoy our brisket tomorrow, but Europe is as bad as our country at adding deadly chemicals and physically devastating antibiotics and hormones to animal food. It will cause all sorts of problems for you,” he added.

“It will be hard, but I can do it, sir,” Bayrum said.

Billy and Oatie went to work on Bayrum and within an hour they completed their cure. Billy gave his cock some extra heft and lengthened it about another inch and a half. Bayrum was very pleased and his urination problem was no more. Billy and Oatie decided not to tell Bayrum he was about to become an Angel as well as Pierre. They figured an exceptional young man like René would need all the protection he could get. Having finished with the the Ondine guests, Billy made a small speech. "Since I have you gathered, and we have such great power this evening, I'm going to ask your indulgence in another matter. Master Oatie, you and your posse can depart if you like and get some rest before you leave for England,” Billy said.

“What are you planning, Brother?” Oatie asked.

“Three more enhancements,” Billy said quietly so only only those close could hear him.

“In for a penny, in for a pound. How many of my group would like to remain to help?” Oatie asked. Every hand went up. “There, you have it, sir. We done the hard work yesterday anyway. We were going to surprise you. All we have to do is gather them today and gate them back. As long as we're within the time zone, we'll have them back in plenty of time before the big feed and concert. I'll call and tell them we might be an hour or so late,” Oatie said.

“I don't know what to say, but thank you, Brother,” Billy said. Billy saw the four ambassadors from Bubba-7-stars standing to the side with big smiles on their faces. Doug Quilty and Wes Taylor were standing with them and smiled. Through all the healings and working to heal and refurbish the Ondine family, Doug and Wes were there to witness the wonders of the Daniels family and Master Billy in particular. They were astounded his powers went so much further than they originally thought and way beyond anything their Station Manager could conceive -- to say nothing of what Parsons could imagine or how she might react. Doug and Wes saw it as private and was precious information they pledged to keep to themselves.

Billy made an announcement, “During this next week I plan to acknowledge and reward those who went with us on our perilous journey to Turkey and the depths of Mount Ararat. There is no particular order why I chose to honor one first over another but more as a matter of convenience at the moment. With that in mind, I have three men I would like to honor this evening. The first is Ramson Snoddy,” Billy said, and Randy let out a 'whoop' you could hear for miles. “Run out of 'Hosannas,' Little Brother?” Billy asked.

“Naw, them's for later, Big Brother. My foreman deserves a big cowboy 'whoop,'” Randy decided.

“Good to know, Bossman. Will you please come forward, Mr. Snoddy?” Billy asked. “Is there anyone among us who would deny this fine cowboy, the foreman of the Rutherford ranch, entry into the fraternal brotherhood of Cowboy-Angels?” Billy asked loudly, “Let him speak now or forever hold his tongue,” Billy added, “No? Then I will tell my reasons for bestowing this honor upon him. From the time we touched down in the great underground vaults to the time we lifted off, Ram Snoddy was one of the first men to set foot on forbidden ground and one of the very last to lift his boot from the ancient dust. He was everywhere at once, organizing and getting things done, lending a hand to any brother who needed support. Finally, when he could have gone aboard the ship and simply waited for the rest of those on the front line to retreat, he was there with them, side by side, back to back, throwing anything he could get his hands on. He recklessly but heroically defied danger and ran into the battle zone to gather more metal spears for him and his comrades to throw back at the enemy. He was a powerhouse whose strength, bravery, and compassion, was incomparable!” Billy exclaimed.

Everyone applauded for Ram as he came forward and knelt before Master Billy. “Arise, Brother, and get on the table,” Billy said and Ram obeyed him. With the power he had available, Billy enhanced Ram Snoddy to become a Cowboy-Angel. Ram was a pretty well-put-together cowboy and Billy had little to do with physical corrections. The question crossed his mind, how do you improve on perfection? There were smaller things he made larger – considerably larger. Then it occurred to him the small man looked out-of-balance. Perhaps Ram would like to grow into them so Billy turned on the smaller man's genetic growth system which instructed Ram's body to stop growing way too soon. Ram would be able to slowly grow in physical size and stature until Billy turned off his growth switch again. Billy set the timer perfectly. The thought came to him, Ram and his Bossman would grow up together until Randy stormed and stomped through puberty and Master Billy chose to pull-the-plug on Ram's growth machine, but he wouldn't stop the smaller man's growth until Ram Snoddy became the Cowboy-Master of Billy Bob Bane's dreams.

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After Ram hugged and kissed his master, and everyone applauded for him, he took his place by Randy, and his uncle, Ramrod Billy Bob Bane. They were proud of their foreman. Billy called their attention. “Would Master Tank Barger and his mate, Mr. Tree Griffin, come forward?” Billy asked and the two men came forward with big grins on their face. Tank fell to his knees before Billy and motioned for his slave to do the same. Tree dropped down next to his master and bonded mate. “Do you men wish to become Cowboy-Angels?” Billy asked.

“We talked about it, but never thought we might be offered the honor, Master Billy. Of course we want to become Cowboy-Angels, with all our hearts, and help you and your cause anyway we can, sir” Tank replied.

“I need to hear from you, Brother Griffin,” Billy prompted Tree.

“My master speaks for us, Master Billy. His heart is my heart, sir, and we are of the same mind,” Tree said.

“Smart man, Brother,” Billy said and grinned.

“Hosanna!” shouted Randy and again, every man in the dungeon echoed, “Hosanna, in the highest!”

“Is Randy the 'hosanna' man?” Billy heard Pierre Ondine ask Oatie.

“Pretty much...” Oatie replied and grinned.

“I'll explain later, Uncle,” René whispered.

“If it hadn't been for these two men and their expertise in military weaponry, I don't like to think how many casualties and perhaps even fatalities we might have suffered. As far I'm concerned, one casualty was more than enough,” Billy said.

“Hear! Hear!” Tron shouted and everyone agreed.

“Rise my good and faithful warriors. Who will be first to claim his wings?” Billy asked.

Without hesitation Tank spoke up, “My slave has always put me first in his life since the day he accepted me as his master, and so he has for many years. Today, he will be first. He will become the first Cowboy-Angel in our family-bond,” Tank said.

“So be it, Master Barger,” Billy said, “Since you ain't got no clothes on, Slave Griffin, in keeping with our dungeon rules for enhancements, make yourself to home on our leather table. Any enlargements, Master Barger?” Billy asked Tank.

“You might enlarge his throat a little. He gags a lot, but he gets the job done,” Tank replied and grinned.

“It will be a part of his new package. It comes standard. H'it ain't no add-on,” Billy said and the men laughed. “Any extras you might like, Slave?” Billy asked Tree. The poor man blushed a deep red. “Never mind, that tells me all I need to know,” Billy said. Many times in the bath, Billy watched Tree Griffin look longingly at Roxanne, Zeus, Buck, and Erin Mascaro when they were morphed into their female-genital state in the tubs; and lately, young Wilbur seemed to have no compunction appearing with his genitals morphed when he came down to the tubs on his husband's arm. On the contrary, Wilbur held his head high as a member of a small, elite group of slaves who were proud to be able to provide their master with the sexual variety they offered. Tree Griffin deeply wanted the full app for his master's pleasure, but he choked and was too embarrassed to ask. Tank knew and nodded his approval for Billy to give his mate what he so deeply wanted – the full-monty with white sidewalls and additional sexual-morphing application.

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After they finished with Tree and Tank, Oatie's men, who would be gating with him to the Hightower family's place in England in the wee hours of the morning, went to their rooms in the tower to rest. Master Billy scheduled one more obligation on the ship before he could let his hair down, retire to the tubs, and relax with his friends and family. Balthazar and Billy Gog Groats arranged a meeting with Billy and his immediate family of Captain Nick; Boomer; the twins, Poly and Cass; Hank and Buck; and Archie and Edith, to stand in audience before the two great Shedus. Also invited were Randy Rutherford, Elmer Breedlove, Vox Humana, Oatie Breedlove, and Jethro Quince. Oatie didn't want to miss what the Shedus planned to tell them, and he postponed his and Jethro's sleep period to find out.

Billy asked his Uncle Nate and his mate Tron Garrett if they would see to their guests and take them to the tubs. Billy's instructions were for them to stand with René in the shallow area of the pool where he could stand, buoyed and supported by the warm water, and for him to start taking his first steps since he was confined to his wheelchair. René could feel his body was completely healed, and he couldn't wait to learn how to use it again. Billy promised he would return to the tub area as soon as possible to join the rest of his family and guests.

Billy Gog Groats and Balthazar left the group in the dungeon almost immediately after Tank Barger was enhanced. They went to the stables area where the great Shedus were housed and tended around the clock. There were three shifts of stable attendants and grooms who worked their assigned hours taking care of, feeding, and seeing to the great beasts needs and sometimes whims. Billy was surprised when they walked into the adjoining compound to find Madam Spartza and Beauford in the same area. In fact, they were close to each other. Ideas and speculations began to run through Billy's mind, but it was joined by a sense of ease and joy he never felt around either of the great beasts before. They absolutely radiated confidence and good health. They also seemed quite comfortable with each other.

Madam Spartza was positively glowing like she was producing an aura of sainthood to surround her. “Ah, Master Billy, Captain Nick, Boomer, Bossman Randy, and the rest of the core of the Daniels family, welcome to the stables and our home,” Beauford hailed them, “Welcome, Gentlemen! Master Billy, thank you for coming. We know you've been busy running your cowboy butt off since your return from your remarkable visit to the old world, but it doesn't appear to have done you any harm; however, we agreed you and your aura look considerably more together and mature than when you left. Furthermore, we are in agreement, you still have the prettiest buttocks of any human we've encountered in centuries,” he added, and Billy immediately popped a boner.

Everyone laughed at him. “I don't know why Madam Spartza and Beauford does that to me, but I don't try to fight it. I can't help it. I find them incredibly sexy, but I ain't ashamed of it. As a matter of fact, as you can see, I'm quite proud of it,” Billy said and laughed.

“We see it as a great compliment, Master Billy, and an indication of your love and appreciation for us runs much deeper than only a need for what we might be able to accomplish for you. We feel you have fallen in love with us, and our love for you is boundless. It's a great comfort, sir,” Madam Spartza said, “I knew from the first time you looked upon the sum of me after Balthazar removed my coverings and you grew erect, you were an exceptional young human. I later related to Master Beauford, I once stood before a great seer and he told me I would be alone for many years until a handsome young human, a cowboy from Earth, who found me sexually stimulating, would one day take me with him to live among his people and to be with my future mate. It would be the beginning of a new and wonderful era for us as a family. And so, the prophecy has come to pass,” she said and smiled at Billy, “Until you came along, I almost gave up hope. Thank you for befriending me and accepting me under your protection, Master Billy. I will be eternally grateful, Sire,” she added.

Billy didn't respond with words at first, he bowed deeply to both beasts. “It is my honor and privilege to have you both with us here on Earth. You're welcome to stay as long as you like. My home is yours,” Billy said. He watched them closely and saw Madam Sparaza nod to Beauford.

“Thank you men for coming this evening we have an announcement to make no one but our grooms, Balthazar and Mr. Groats know about. My beloved companion is pregnant with my bull calf,” Beauford let it all hang-out without beating around the bush.

“Hoe-lee sheiit! Hear! Hear! Hallelujah, and pass them Hosanna Cupcakes!” Randy exclaimed and everyone laughed.

“He-ar! Little Brother! While I might share your enthusiasm, always remember to mind your manners in front of ladies, no matter the species!” Billy scolded him.

“I'm awful sorry, ma'am. I'm just so excited about the possibility of having another little brother,” Randy redeemed himself.

“We're as excited as you, Young Man. Your enthusiasm is welcome,” Madam Spartza said.

“I'm thrilled for both of you. You know you have our love and support, and I promise, you will continue to have. I can't help be curious about the sacred Shedu protocol. You seemed to have bypassed it,” Billy said.

“The, so called, Shedu protocol was an invention of mankind and those who have used us over countless centuries. We never really had much say about such things and went along with the nonsense no matter how unnatural or distorted their functions in relation to their applications. All the stupid protocols were to keep us away from each other and for them to more easily manage us for their benefit. We see it still going on in your rival political parties and the reporting of news on your planet. Information is grossly manipulated and spun to carry the muddy-water of false ideas for their own selfish purposes, but rarely for the public in general. After working day to day with each other on different projects on the ranch, Beauford and I slowly broke down the barriers which separated us and came to realize our ancestors were forced into those situations by humanoids because of their needs and not ours.

“Our lives became as mere tools for their lives. We didn't live with them and share in the wealth. We live for them and their endless greed for consumption. We quite possibly are the last of our kind, and we decided to begin making our own choices for our future. We want a simple, more agrarian bucolic life-style where we can feel free to breed and rebuild our kind. Here, we were given a chance to workout our lives. We fell in love or lust for one another. Either word would be correct, and we decided to throw caution to the wind and live our lives as nature would have us,” Madam Spartza finished strongly.

“Why have other Shedus not come to the same realization before you and Beauford arrived at these conclusion? With almost limitless powers at their disposal they could have broken away from the nefarious purposes of humanoids to create their own worlds where they could build their own societies,” Billy asked.

“That's where all the protocol comes in, Master Billy,” Beauford said, “They micro-managed every tiny aspect of our lives to keep us from realizing we have the power to do as we please. We were never free to stand together and discuss our lives with each other. We were like pieces on a chess board and never allowed more than cursory contact with each other in a highly structured ritualistic manner to keep us controlled. With many societies, it grew into a religion. That's where the worship of Baal was started. Baal was a powerful Shedu, but he became so subdivided he lost his invincibility.

“Then I guess there won't be a wedding,” Billy said and looked disappointed.

“Do your cows get married, Master Billy?” Beauford asked and smiled.

“Good point, but your intelligence and powers can be measured as light-years ahead of them on the evolutionary scale,” Billy replied.

“Our coupling and our son will be our bond, sir,” Madame Spartza said, “Other than our verbal contract with you and our promise to become participating members of your family, we no longer have a need for ceremonies and protocol. We hoped you would look upon the shift as a winning situation for everyone. There will be no log-jam of protocol when we need to help you. So far, you and Captain Nick have been unblemished in your adherence to the ins-and-outs of dealing with us, but more out of love and respect than greed. All that's out of the way now. Just make an appointment, tell us what you need, and it shall be done,” she explained.

“In a way, it's somewhat of a relief. I was worried I might eventually do something to offend one of you sooner or later,” Billy said.

“It would have to be something really bad, Young Man, but we are unconcerned. We just don't foresee that happening. You wouldn't have gotten this far in your journey if you were the wrong kind of leader. We particularly chose this weekend to tell you of our progress because of the wonders which will occur as a result of you becoming an icon on this planet. You will become like a great spaceship orbiting a world several times to build up centrifugal speed to sling-shot you out into a journey into the cosmos. Your day has come, Master Billy. In a few short hours the dawn of a new era of mankind will begin, and we couldn't be more proud of you, my Son,” Beauford said.

Billy did something unprecedented. He slowly walked to the great bovine/human chimeras and slowly placed his hand on Beauford's side and then Madame Spartza. He hung his head and burst into tears. Everyone, including the huge beasts were stunned. They were moved to the core of their being. It was like the young cowboy was unburdening his soul to the Shedus and and his family. No one said a word. Nick moved behind Billy and placed his hand on his right shoulder and Elmer placed his hand on his left shoulder. From there the rest of Billy's family joined hands. Billy could feel their energy flowing into and through him into the great Shedus as he slowly got himself together.

“May the Ancients and every good force in the universe bless us in this our hour of conjoining and show us the way,” Billy said quietly.

“Hosanna!” exclaimed Nick and Elmer together.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” the rest of Billy's family, including Madam Spartza and Beauford, echoed. They became as one in their love and appreciation for one another. Their bond was sealed.

End of Chapter 78 ~ Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
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