The Heart of a Warrior

The Heart of a Warrior

By

Daniel Running Water

Chapter Eleven

Previously in chapter ten:

Strong Bear closed his eyes and held tightly to Yellow Hawk as they kissed, and when he opened his eyes again, he was sitting in his cabin before the fire that blazed in the fireplace.

He smiled. "Thank you Great Spirit for my life and for allowing me one more time with White Deer," he thankfully whispered, casting his eyes to the door of his cabin as it quickly opened.

"Father, what is wrong," Hawk asked as he hurried to his father's side kneeling down beside him as he took the man into his embrace.

Strong Bear lifted his tear filled eyes to meet those of his son and smiled. Hawk was confused by this sudden change in his father's demeanor, and after helping the man to his feet, he urged him into a chair. Hawk gasped when he saw a glow about Strong Bear, illuminating his face as if he had seen the very face of the Great Spirit.

"Now tell your son what it is that has put this glow on your face," Hawk asked, kneeling at his father's feet.

Strong Bear ran his hand softly over Hawk's handsome face and began to tell him of the adventure that he had just had. Hawk listened intently to every word that Strong Bear said and when his father was done speaking, he gasped in wonder.

"Surely you have been given a great gift from our Great Spirit, my father," Hawk said to Strong Bear, who was still holding Hawk's face in his hands.

"There is still much that I must do before I am allowed to travel the path of the hereafter," Strong Bear said softly and stood quickly to his feet. "I need to go to the river and bathe," he said as he hurried from the cabin, leaving a stunned Hawk behind.

Now chapter eleven:

June 1931

Jason, Eric and Lone Eagle stood before the judge and waited nervously... but patiently for his ruling on their petition to adopt Lone Eagle. It had taken over a year to get their petition before a judge. It was not because the courts were busy, but because they were two men seeking to adopt a boy child.

"This is a very unusual petition of adoption," the judge stated, gazing over the top of his gold rimmed glasses at Jason and Eric. "I've had many a married couple petition me to adopt a baby, but never have I had two men do so, and not a baby but a young boy, might I inquire into why?"

"As you can see, your honor, Lone Eagle is full blooded Choctaw. As a half-breed myself, I know what he needs to grow into a productive and loved young man," Jason said, hoping that his true feelings for the boy showed.

"I see," he stated and then turned to Lone Eagle before asking, "and do you wish to live as this man's son?" he asked.

"Ay-uh... sorry sir, but yes, I do wish to live as their son."

"As unusual as this petition is, I do not see any reason to deny your request. He fixed his signature to the legal document and handed it to the bailiff before he slammed his gavel down. "Done and done, you are now their son, Bradford," he said, using the white name that Lone Wolf had chosen and smiling at the three of them.

Both Jason and Eric knelt down before Lone Wolf and gave him a warm hug. "Come on son, lets go home," Jason said, holding his hand out to Lone Wolf, as did Eric.

Lone Eagle's face could have lit up the darkest night with the smile that he had as they walked from the courtroom.

"I am now truly your son," he asked looking up into the beaming faces of his two dads.

"You are our son Bradford, or do you prefer to be called Lone Eagle?" Jason asked the smiling boy.

"If I am to live among the whites, I think it best that I am called by the white name of Bradford," he stated. "But in my heart...dad, I am proudly and always, Lone Eagle."

"I totally agree with you Bradford," Jason said as he looked from the boy to an approving Eric.

"Wouldn't now be a good time to take that vacation and travel home to see your family?" Eric asked, hoping that Jason would say yes.

"Now would be the perfect time sweetheart," Jason agreed.

"Swift Sparrow, I need to travel home to Mississippi to right the wrong that has been done to our people there," Abe said as he and Swift Sparrow walked down the hall to their bedroom.

"Ay-uh, but I too shall accompany you there," Swift Sparrow said adamantly, knowing that Abe would never leave without him. "I do not trust the white eyes anymore than I can trust my ability to walk on water," he added. "I can see a fight in the future over your land there that was left by your fathers to our people that stayed behind when our tribe moved west."

"I was hoping that you would wish to come with me, my handsome husband. Now if you are not too tired, could we make love?"

"Swift Sparrow is never to tired to do his husbandly duties," Swift Sparrow said, turning to close and lock their bedroom door as Abe moved to a table to light a kerosene lamp.

"Don't light the lamp darling, I wish to see your handsome body as mother moon bathes it with her light," Swift Sparrow said thickly, moving quickly to Abe's side.

Swift Sparrow feathered soft kisses over Abe's face until his lips found and joined with Abe's in a tender kiss. Gasping from the long kiss, they broke apart and gazed at each other as the light of the moon drifted in through the window, bathing the two of them with its light.

Their eyes said everything that words could not as Swift Sparrow stepped back from Abe and began to slowly undress while Abe stood there patiently watching. Abe remembered how often Swift Sparrow could take him to paradise just be undressing. Abe felt his heart anxiously quicken and his manhood hardened in anticipation of what was about to be shared between them.

Swift Sparrow let his buckskin breeches fall to the floor, revealing his hardness to Abe, who smiled as he stepped forward, wrapping his fingers around his husband's cock, causing it to harden and swell more as he slowly began stroking it.

Abe released his hold on Swift Sparrow and quickly undressed. With his heart pounding, his breathing coming in short breaths, Abe lay down on the bed and beckoned Swift Sparrow to come to him. "I love you darling and I need you," he whispered as Swift Sparrow's body covered him and then their lips met in love's perfect kiss.

Swift Sparrow's hands moved majestically over Abe's body as he kissed each place that they left. Swift Sparrow heard the soft sigh that Abe let out when his mouth took possession of a nipple, teasing it with his teeth before suckling on it.

"Oh God how you have me on the edge already," Abe gasped, holding his lover's mouth to a nipple as he ran his fingers fiercely through his coal black hair.

Swift Sparrow sat up between Abe's spread legs and seductively moved his hands over Abe's body until they came to Abe's cock, already oozing a clear liquid. He lowered his mouth down to the liquid and gently ran his tongue over the head, lapping up the sweet nectar.

"Oh God I'm going to cum already and you haven't even entered me, darling," Abe moaned, feeling his sweet nectar rising, fighting a losing battle to stay it. "Aaaaaggggghhhh...fuck, take me darling!" Abe bellowed and Swift Sparrow's mouth engulfed Abe's swollen cock fully.

Swift Sparrow sucked and swallowed eagerly... fervently, until he had every drop that Abe had to give him, all the while his finger massaged his inner love nut, urging more of the cum up and out.

Swift Sparrow could see how much he was pleasuring Abe, and quickly urged Abe's legs around his waist, thrusting his manhood into where his finger had been with a firm but urgent thrust.

"Yes...oh God yes, fuck me darling," Abe yelled, feeling the fullness of his husband's cock as it began its urgent thrust within him.

He made love to Abe for many long minutes, taking his time as he moved closer to that edge that would plunge them into ecstasy. He moved his hips around in circular motions, holding Abe's body closer, as his own breath became short and gasping as his pleasure built.

Abe's head no long tossed about, but laid still beside Swift Sparrow's, his face burrowed into the hollow of Abe's neck. Abe's hands clung tightly to Swift Sparrow's round, hard ass as he plunged deeper and harder into Abe's heat, feeling his own need to release eminent.

Swift Sparrow relished how Abe's body moved in perfect harmony with his, meeting thrust for thrust as they moved as one. Swift Sparrow's thrusts were now moving quicker, more urgently as they moved closer to that edge that they would soon fall over, falling endlessly into that chasm of ecstasy that each sought.

Abe could feel Swift Sparrow's cock thickening and knew that soon he would plunge over that edge, so he moved his body slightly, allowing Swift Sparrow's cock to once again massage his love nut, so that he too could fall over with Swift Sparrow.

In unison they cried out as their climax overtook them. Abe thrust his hips upward with fervent need as Swift Sparrow buried his cock deeper into the warm depths of Abe's body.

"Aaaiiieee," Swift Sparrow cried out, thrusting one more time inward, stopping, and then releasing his seed into Abe's heat.

"Yes my love... oh fuck I'm cumming," Abe howled, spewing his own seed between their entwined bodies.

Spent and exhausted, they separated and Swift Sparrow pulled Abe against him, and they kissed long and hard before falling asleep.

"I do hope that you father likes me, Jason," Eric said as he sat beside him on the train that was taking them home to Jason's people.

"What is there not to love about you, darling," Jason said, looking at Lone Eagle's face as the boy gazed anxiously out of the window of their private car. "My father and my people will see the love that we have and love you as they do me," he assured Eric, placing a soft kiss on Eric's nose.

"That is the first time that you have kissed dad in public," Lone Eagle said, watching the two men kiss.

"Well it's not exactly in public son, for we are in the privacy of our own car," Jason said and then kissed Eric again.

"Well it's the first time that you have done so in front of me, father," he said, correcting his previous statement.

"I know that we have spoken about our special love, but neither of us was sure if you really accepted our love," Jason questioned.

"Ay-uh, Lone Eagle accepts your love as he also accepts your love for me," the boy said, rushing into Jason's arms and kissing him on the lips, surprising him.

"Son, that is not how fathers and sons kiss," a surprise Jason scolded, holding the boy to him.

"Then why is it alright for you two to kiss so, but not me?" he asked, confused by the double standard.

"It's wrong because some people would think that we are being too intimate son," he explained and suddenly saw the look of confusion on the boy's face.

"What is this word, intimacy, father," he asked innocently, looking up into Jason's eyes, again catching Jason off guard with the question.

"Intimacy means the same as sexual, in this case," Jason explained and again, Lone Eagle turned questioning eyes to Eric.

"What does..." Lone Eagle began and Eric was spared the need to answer him when the conductor called out from outside their car's door, alerting them to the fact that they had arrived at their destination.

"Are we truly here, my father," the excited boy asked, leaping from Jason's lap and hurrying to the door.

"It appears so son," Jason said, thankful that now the questioning was over, or at least for the time being.

Jason and Eric gathered up their suitcases and followed Lone Wolf from the car, mixing with the other travelers as they moved forward in the narrow hall. Jason took a deep breath once he stepped from the train, taking in the fresh air.

"Can't you smell it Eric... just the cleanness of the air is invigorating," he said as he turned to look at those that stood waiting for the passengers to disembark the train. "Father," he called out anxiously, seeing Shadow's handsome face looking about.

Shadow turned to face them and his face lit up with emotion as he gazed at Jason's handsome face. He hurried through the mass of passengers, anxious to hug his son.

"Moon Shadow, finally you are home," Shadow said, pulling Jason into his arms and kissing his face all over.

"Hello grandfather," Lone Eagle said, causing the two men to separate.

"And is this my grandson that you wired about," Shadow asked, kneeling down before the young boy.

"Ay-uh my grandfather, I am Lone Eagle, your grandson," the boy proudly said, wrapping his thin arms around Shadow's neck and kissing him on the cheek. "I would kiss you on the lips but my father says that it's to sexually intimate for others to see," he explained, causing both Jason and Eric to gasp in shock.

"Ay-uh, your father is right Lone Eagle, for that is a way that is reserved for couples that are in love," Shadow explained.

"But what does..."

"Never mind son, now is not the time for such questions," an embarrassed, Jason said adamantly, silencing the boy of further questions.

"Come, our people are anxiously awaiting your return," Shadow said, standing and grabbing Lone Eagle into his arms, carrying him over to where a horse and wagon waited.

The ride back to the Choctaw village was anything but quiet as Lone Eagle asked question after question about his new people, questioning how they were different from his. Shadow answered each question patiently and before they knew it, they had arrived at the village, pulling the wagon to a stop in front of his cabin.

Bradley came hurrying out of the cabin as soon as he heard the wagon's approach. He stood anxiously waiting as Shadow held out Lone Eagle to him. "And who do we have here, my husband," Bradley asked, hugging the boy to him, taking in the sweet scent of his hair.

"Our grandson, Lone Eagle," Shadow proudly said, as he stepped down from the wagon and joined his husband at his side.

"So this is our grandson," he whispered against the boy's ear. "Welcome to not only our village, but also to our family," he added, smiling as Lone Eagle wrapped his arms tighter around his neck in affection.

"Lone Eagle is happy to meet his other grandfather," he proudly said, kissing him on the cheek.

"It's so good to see you again dad," Jason said, hugging Bradley tightly and kissing his cheek, welcoming Eric beside him, who also hugged Bradley.

"It is good to see you again," Eric said warmly.

"I do hope that some of those hugs and kisses are for me," Strong Bear said, walking briskly toward them.

"Grandfather," Jason called out and ran to embrace Strong Bear.

The two men embraced tightly as their tears flowed like rain down their cheeks. "I've missed you grandfather," Jason whispered, refusing to relinquish his hold on Strong Bear.

"I have never left our village, grandson," he replied, assuring Jason that he would have been here if Jason had come for a visit.

"I realize that grandfather, but with building up my studio and all, I have not had but a minute to spare," he explained, realizing that even this was not a viable excuse.

"Ay-uh, I understand," Strong Bear said, slapping his hand lightly against Jason's cheek.

"Are you my great grandfather," Lone Eagle asked, looking up at Strong Bear.

"Ay-uh, I am your great grandfather and just who might you be?" Strong Bear asked, knowing perfectly well who the boy is.

"I am Lone Eagle, a proud Choctaw brave," he said, puffing his small chest out as he gazed up into Strong Bear's eyes.

"So you are also a Choctaw, but how is it that I do not know of you," Strong Bear asked the boy, but he already knew the answer to his question.

"I am from Mississippi land as you are also, great-grandfather," he said proudly, crossing his arms across his small chest.

"And do you know the ways of our people, Lone Eagle?"

"Gah-ween, for I was very young when my mother and stepfather took me from Mississippi," he sadly said, turning his eyes to the ground.

Strong Bear recognized the look of shame and he placed a finger below the boy's chin, turning his face upward so that he could look into the boy's eyes.

"Has not your father told you about never showing shame in this manner," he asked the boy, who only nodded at him. "It is not your fault that you were taken away before you could learn of our ways," he assured the boy, who smiled warmly at Strong Bear before leaping into Strong Bear's arms.

"I know that I already love you, great-grandfather, because my heart is crying with joy over you," Lone Eagle whispered so that only Strong Bear could hear.

"My heart recognizes your heart and it too loves you," he whispered back, kissing the boy on the cheek. "Tomorrow we shall begin your lessons in the way of your people, but sending you on a vision quest," he said, alarming Jason with his words.

"I don't know grandfather, for he's so young and never been alone in the wilderness before," Jason said.

"Do you so quickly forget your own vision quest?" Strong Bear asked, still holding tight to the boy.

"No, but..."

"There are no `buts' Moon Shadow, for you were of this same age as your son is now," he reminded Jason. "Now go and get yourself settled, I shall take my great-grandson to my cabin and speak of his vision quest," he stated, walking away with the boy.

"Is he going to be alright with your grandfather," Eric asked as he came over to Jason, seeing the look of alarm on his face.

"Ay-uh... I mean yes," he said, pulling Eric into his embrace.

"You can use the words of your people, I completely understand sweetheart," he said, stepping up on his toes to place a kiss to Jason's lips.

Sitting before the fire in Shadow's cabin, Jason talked with not only his dads, but with Abe and Swift Sparrow also. Abe had explained how his father had deeded his plantation to those Choctaw that chose to stay behind when the other's left.

"If you think that it may help your cause, I have a lawyer friend that moved to Jackson, and I can give him a call to explain the problem," Jason said.

"I'd appreciate that, but I'd like to see if I can handle this without having to go to court," Abe said, but he knew that the man that stole the land from the Choctaw would not readily give it back.

"Well let me call him just the same and explain what is going on. That way if you do need to take this man to court, Mathew will already know about the case and can help you."

"Thank you Jason, I think that is a good idea," Swift Sparrow said, adding his two cents to the conversation.

"Then its settled, when you go into town to catch the train east, I'll place a call to Mathew," he said, standing to stretch. "I don't know about the rest of you, but this man is tired," he said yawning and reaching out his hand to Eric.

"Ay-uh, it is late and we have a long trip ahead of us tomorrow," Abe said as he and Swift Sparrow stood, gathering Jason and Eric into their embrace. "Until tomorrow, may the Great Spirit grant you a pleasant rest," Abe said as he planted a soft kiss on the lips of the two men.

"Ay-uh...what he just said," Swift Sparrow added as he pulled first Jason and then Eric into his arms and kissed them both heatedly, thrusting his tongue between their lips and dueling with their tongue.

"Swift Sparrow!" Abe scolded, but with a smile as he waited for his husband to break his kiss with Eric.

"Sorry," Swift Sparrow whispered as he pulled away from Eric.

"Don't be, for that was one hell of a kiss," Eric said, fanning himself with his hand.

"Please don't encourage him, he already thinks that he's the world's best kisser," Abe said laughing as he gazed at Swift Sparrow.

"Think... I know that I am," he stated and pulled Abe into his arms and taking his lips captive with his.

Everyone laughed as they stood watching Abe swoon from the affect of the kiss.

"Here is the name and address of my friend, Mathew," Jason said handing Abe a slip of paper with the attorney's name on it.

"I appreciate it Moon Shadow, but I feel that I can settle this without the need of lawyers and a judge," he said as he stuffed the paper into his coat pocket.

"Well from what Lone Eagle has told me about this man, he's scheming and quite evil," Jason said, giving a warning look to Abe and then Swift Eagle.

"If he tries to deny that our people there own the land, Walking Tall has the legal papers to prove it so," Swift Sparrow adamantly said, his arms crossed over his powerful chest. "It has been many moons since I have warred against an evil white man and I look forward to the challenge again."

"Now there is going to be no war, sweetheart," Abe said, gazing up into his dark eyes. "I am going to present the facts and give him an appropriate amount of time to vacate the land."

"Well I wish you both luck," Jason added and gave them both a hug before they boarded the train.

"Thank you again Moon Shadow for the use of your personal car, it should make our trip much easier," Abe said as he stepped up the stairs and into the car.

"Ay-uh, it will give me much time to make love without eyes seeing us," Swift Sparrow mused, hugging Jason again.

"Just make sure that you lock the door so that the steward doesn't come in and find you both enthralled in the pits of passion," Jason warned and laughed as Swift Sparrow nodded his head and climbed the steps to join Abe who was now standing at the window waving.

"Go with them Great Spirit and make their path easy," Jason silently prayed as he waved at the two men as the train pulled away.

Lone Eagle spent his first day in the village exploring the surrounding area and just as he was about to return to the village, he heard the sound of someone in pain, coming from a thick grove of bushes. He stealthily crept to the thicket and after moving some branches aside, saw a young boy of about twelve lying in a pool of blood.

"Help me...please," the young boy asked before darkness overtook him.

Running in a full panic, Lone Eagle hurried to his grandfather's cabin, hoping that his new dad was still there.

"Father...grandfather, come quick," he yelled as he burst through the door of the cabin.

"What is wrong son," Jason asked, seeing the urgency in the boy's eyes.

"A young brave...bleeding...bushes," he stammered out as he ran from the house, quickly followed by Jason and Strong Bear.

"Slow down son, remember your grandfather cannot run as fast as..." he started to say, but stopped when Strong Bear ran past him, "we are," he finished and hurried after his dad.

"In here...I'm in here," Lone Eagle said from inside the thicket, kneeling beside the unconscious brave.

When Strong Bear and Jason stepped into the thicket, they gasped when the saw all the blood on the brave and ground around him.

"Who could have done such a thing to Silver Cloud," Strong Bear asked, kneeling down beside the boy.

"Is he going to live, my grandfather," Lone Eagle asked with tears filling his black eyes.

"Moon Shadow, go and get our shaman," Strong Bear ordered, causing Jason to hurry away. "Ay-uh...his heart is beating strong, but he's lost much blood," he added.

A few minutes later, Jason returned, followed by Bradley and Shadow. Bradley was carrying his long black leather bag, which was filled with his doctoring tools. Bradley quickly searched for the cause of the brave's blood loss and found it once he turned the boy over. He found, sticking out from the front of his thigh, the broken off end of an arrow.

"He's been shot in the leg by an arrow," Bradley said, looking up at Strong Bear.

"Gah-ween... who among our people would do such a thing to one as young as Silver Cloud," Strong Bear asked and looked around for the other half of the broken arrow.

He found it a few feet away from the boy and picked it up to examine it. I recognized immediately that the arrow had belonged to a child and not an adult warrior. "Find the owner of this arrow and you'll find the one that did this," Strong Bear said, handing the arrow to Shadow.

"I know this arrow, I helped Black Horse make it just the other day," Shadow said recognizing the feathers that were attached to the end.

Shadow stood and hurried away, knowing just where he could find the boy. When he came to the lodge that belonged to Crying Elk, Black Horse's father, he didn't bother to call out as he entered the lodge. He found Crying Elk consoling his son, who was crying profusely in his father's arms.

"It was an accident father... really it was," Black Horse cried as his father looked up at Shadow.

"What was an accident, my son," Crying Elk asked.

"I think I killed Silver Cloud when I shot into this thicket, thinking that it was a deer in there."

"You did what?" Crying Elk asked, shocked by the confession.

"White Shaman is now with the boy and treating his wounds," Shadow said, referring to Bradley by his Indian name. "Why did you not run to White Shaman and get him to help the boy?"

"I was afraid that I had killed him. There was so much blood and he was just lying there still," Black Horse whispered in shame.

"My son, what have I told, and for that matter, so did Shadow, about practicing with your bow and arrows?" Crying Elk asked.

"I was to take it far from the village to practice... but I was father, I was going far away to practice. But when I heard the noise coming from the bushes, I thought it to be a deer and shot my arrow into the bushes."

"I shall let our chief know that it was an accident, Crying Elk, but I would recommend keeping the boy close to home for a while. Being just six winters old might be a bit young for him to be using such a weapon," he recommended to the boy's father.

When Shadow left the lodge, he saw his brother, Hawk, running along side of Jason, who was carrying Silver Cloud to Bradley's cabin. He hurried over to join the men and soon found his brother waiting outside the door.

"Hawk, it was an accident, I already spoke to Crying Elk and his son. Black Horse admitted that he shot the boy, because he thought that Silver Cloud was a deer."

"I am now seeing the danger with letting our young braves using their bows and arrows," Hawk admitted.

"Then why not make an area that is solely for the use of practicing shooting bows and arrows, Hawk. This way there won't be a repeat of this and it can still allow our young braves time to practice."

"Ay-uh, that is a good idea, my brother," Hawk said, resting his hand on Shadow's shoulder.

"So my brother, how is Silver Cloud doing?" a concerned Shadow asked.

"He is going to be fine once he's regained the lost blood," Hawk assured him.

Several days past and Lone Eagle was sitting beside Silver Cloud's bed, his head resting beside the young brave. He had fallen asleep and was not aware that Silver Cloud had come out of his light coma.

Silver Cloud looked down at the handsome face of the boy as he slept and remembered seeing it the day that he'd been shot. He lifted his hand and gently ran it over Lone Eagle's hair, feeling the silky softness of the boy's black hair.

"You're awake," Lone Eagle said, lifting his head and seeing the dark eyes of Silver Cloud looking down at him.

"Ay-uh, but why are you here?"

"I have been here ever since you were brought here. I was worried about you, Silver Cloud, and I wanted to be beside you when you first opened your eyes," he said shyly, feeling the heat of a blush rushing to his face.

"How long have I been here?" Silver Cloud asked, his hand now resting on Lone Eagle's shoulder.

"You've been here for three days and I was beginning to fear that you..." but he stopped, not wanting to voice his fears as he gazed into the handsome boy's eyes. "My name is Lone Eagle, Silver Cloud," he added still gazing at the boy.

"Ay-uh I know, for I saw you when you arrived with your fathers... for they are your fathers?" he asked.

"Ay-uh, my two fathers are of two spirits... does that make you angry?" a fearful Lone Eagle asked.

"Gah-ween Lone Eagle, I do not care if they are so, but are you also?"

There was a long pause and Lone Eagle truly did not know how to answer that question. He had never considered falling in love with another boy, nor did he see himself attracted to any young maiden either. Silver Cloud interpreted Lone Eagle's silence as him being unwilling to admit such a thing to a stranger.

Silver Cloud moved his hand down to the nape of Lone Eagle's neck and gently massaged the neck briefly before pulling Lone Eagle's lips to his. Their lips met in a tender kiss and Lone Eagle felt himself leaning into Silver Cloud's lips and returning the kiss.

"I find your lack of reluctance to the kiss as meaning that you are of the same two spirits as your fathers are," Silver Cloud said and then pulled the boy back for another kiss.

"As I find your need for a second kiss to mean that you are also of two spirits," Lone Eagle stated.

"How old are you," Silver Cloud asked as he brushed away a strand of fallen hair from Lone Eagle's face.

"I am eight winters old but soon to be nine," Lone Eagle said shyly, fearing that his age was too young for such feelings.

"I am twelve winters old and find you to be very handsome, Lone Eagle," he was now the one that was blushing as he gazed into Lone Eagle's eyes.

"I see that you're awake," Bradley said, after stepping into the room and interrupting the boy's interlude.

Lone Eagle quickly pulled away and stood up, feeling a sudden blush rising to his face when he looked at Bradley who was smiling at the two boys. "Do not worry about what you two just shared together, Lone Eagle, for I too am of the same persuasion." Bradley admitted, coming over to Silver Cloud's side and pulling back the blankets to examine the wound.

Lone Eagle's eyes went immediately to Silver Cloud's boyhood and saw how well endowed the youth was for just being twelve winters old. It lay gently over his small, round balls and appeared to be just over five inches long and thick.

"Do you approve of what you see," Silver Cloud asked, not caring that Bradley knew or heard.

Lone Eagle was quiet again, too quiet for Bradley, who thought that it was his presence that kept the boy so. "Well Lone Eagle, aren't you going to answer Silver Cloud, do you find his sex to be satisfying?"

Lone Eagle merely nodded, again his face burning with the heat of a blush. Bradley laughed softly and pulled the blanket up to cover the boy before he left the room. Once Bradley had closed the door, Lone Eagle pulled back the blanket, bent down to Silver Cloud's cock, and placed a gentle kiss upon the hidden head before covering him again.

"Ay-uh, Lone Eagle approves very much of what Silver Cloud has," he whispered and then placed his lips upon the boy's and kissed him softly.

Silver Cloud wrapped his arms around Lone Eagle's neck and pulled him closer, tighter and kissed him back, with much fervency.

Abe and Swift Sparrow arrived in Mississippi two weeks after they had left home. Abe was anxious to get this matter cleared up and get back to his way of life.

"I think the best approach is to seek out our people and hear for ourselves what they have to say, Walking Tall," Swift Sparrow urged Abe.

"I agree, but where are they now that they are no longer on the property that my father left them?"

"Go and inquire with the sheriff, if anyone knows where they have gone, it would be him," Swift Sparrow suggested.

They first checked into the one hotel and asked directions to the sheriff's office. After leaving their personal belonging in their room, Abe left Swift Sparrow to go alone to the sheriff's office. He felt that with Swift Sparrow beside him, the sheriff might not be forth coming with any information. Abe had donned the clothing of the white man so that he too would not intimidate the sheriff.

"Well I'll be damn, David Cartwright sheriff," Abe said, seeing an old childhood friend wearing the badge of a sheriff.

"Abe! Well what are ya`ll doing here?" David responded, coming around the desk and giving Abe a manly hug.

"I just arrived in town to take care of some business, but when did you take the job of sheriff?"

"When my pa died, the town elected me sheriff," he said, and then began telling Abe about how his father had been gunned down by a bank robber.

"I'm so sorry David, I truly liked your father," Abe admitted to his old friend.

"So what is this business that has brought you back to this town," David asked pulling two cigars from his pocket and handing Abe one.

"Thanks," he said, biting off the end and letting David light it before resuming his conversation. "It has been brought to my attention that the land that my father left to the Choctaw people has been stolen away from them," he said, noticing how quickly David's expression changed when he found out the reason.

"I had a feeling that this would happen if you caught wind of this," David sadly said. "I really did try to stop it, Abe, but Mark Daniels had a deed that preceded your father's deed.

"How can that be so? You know as well as I, that the plantation has been in my family for generations," Abe angrily said, tossing the cigar into an ashtray. "I even had the original deed with me, a deed that dates back to 1753," he said, slamming his fist down on the desk, causing David to startle from the sudden show of anger.

"All I know is that neither the Choctaw, nor their lawyer could produce a deed when it was taken before Judge Williams," David shared with him.

"What kind of man is this Mark Daniels?" Abe asked, wanting to know just what kind of man that he was dealing with.

"Ruthless as all hell and seems to take just what he wants and from who he wants," David warned.

"Well he hasn't met me or Swift Sparrow yet," he warned back, noticing how David's eyebrow lifted when he heard the name, Swift Sparrow.

"Swift Sparrow?" he asked and not sure that he wanted to know the answer.

"A very special friend that I met many years ago, David," he said and again noticed how even that had piqued David's interest.

"A special friend Abe... like in how we were once special friends?"

"Yes David, one and the same."

"So you took a fucking Indian as a lover over me," David said angrily, remembering back to the days when he and Abe use to fool around.

"Don't do this David, because we both know that what we shared was never going to last. You were afraid of your father and..."

"But you could have waited for me, Abe. Damn it man, you know how much we were in love," he said interrupting.

"In love, ha ha, why we were not in love, but in lust. We were two hot and horny teenagers that found sex, any kind of sex, to be desirable."

"Well be that as it may, you still could have waited," he stated and then remembered back to when Abe had left town. "Wait on darn minute, if'n I am remembering right, didn't you run off with some boy that was half your age?"

"He was not half my age and you know it, but yes I did and he was killed many years ago," he sadly said as his own mind drifted back. "Now what I wish to know is, just where can I find the Choctaw that were displaced by this Daniels character?"

"Cartwright... I caught this damn injun snooping around my plantation," Mark Daniels yelled as he stormed into David's office with a tied up Swift Sparrow beside him. "Now are you going to hang him or shall I do the honors...

To be continued...

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