Well, they were getting a whopping $30 million together
for the next pickup, rather than have the choppers up every
couple days; so they were a little more on edge, besides more
sober, with those kinds of bucks setting around. There was a
trip to Santa for more guns, ammo and dynamite, night watches
were set up, and they put up a movement detector, with IR, out
at the gate. They followed the dogs out beyond the fence a few
times too, but didn't shoot at the curious. They were expecting
agents or gangs.
        Our three were about to be around $7M, after taxes, to
the better in Triumph. And the faster in the pocket, the faster to
the funds, they were celebrating, though they were leaving
reserve for the WPG for after the announcement. Wallace and
Junior, the newlys and the kids were all to be getting sizable
shares that load. But Flece opined during one dinner on the
veranda, "farkin' vampire government. Why do they get half?!"
        "Why can't the politicians keep the taxes lowered? Heck,
President Reagan got them down!" Jess asked ole Kit.
        "Because there was also what, three to four trillion of debt
wracked up on his watch, I guess, honey," he smiled back.
        "Well, I'm going to call Bill," she hrumphed kiddingly.
        Estrella and the others asked if she could really do that and
she and Kit just chuckled. Then Essy added, "well, who do taxes
help, anyway?!"
        "Yeah, our money's going to the real need," Jess
continued the harangue, "and we can't even claim deductions
on the anonymous chunks, can we?" and then realized that she
shouldn't say any more about all that with the others there,
giving Kit a little 'sorry' look of concern.
        "War is hell, ladies," Kit finished it out.
        Anyway, they were also making killer profits - being the
killers they were - in the market, doubling in some IPO stocks
within just days a couple of times. They were going to be at
somewhere over $12M with that help, after farking taxes. And
they happily sent dollars to their most needy family members that
week, by God, pledging them all to secrecy on the source. O, it
felt so good, the girls were saying. Not super dollars. Just what
was needed: hundreds or thousands.
        Jessy and Flee were wearing very skimpy bikini tops those
days, then Es and Sonia too. Woo! That kept the guys, going
shirtless themselves, motivated, happier and working longer and
harder; and the Gold digging party went past midnight that final
night as they boxed up the last of that $30M. They had called BR
earlier that day to let him know, and he and Treasury would be
there at ten in the morn, floored at the figure, BR close to making
a half million on it all himself. He had guaranteed no government
hassles and had delivered, plus was keeping the "farking" taxes
down as much as he knew how and managing all the legalities.
No one had any problem with his share.
        Our guys were getting urged that night to take a trip, though.
Everyone was seeing it in their faces. They were thinking and
talking about it more. But it always came back to not wanting to
put all the mining and other concerns on Julian and Maria. So they
told everyone they appreciated the feelings, but wanted to stay to
help get the Oro out.
        Later, back in their cabin, Pute showed them the internet
news on the new Gold, its effect on the market and all the wonder
over whose it was, a lot of very wide speculation being reported.
Though what was really amazing to the girls that night was Puter
never needing repair; just the occasional maintenance which Kit
performed on him that night - running the operating system
checks, cleaning the heads, de-dusting and the rest. Easy to do, he
said humbly, once you learn, still impressing the girls. Of course,
they still impressed him more, especially with all the hard labor
they had put in with no complaints.
        They learned the concert doubled its first week's take in that
second week, and the artists' album was pre-selling like crazy,
already raising tens of millions more, like "We Are The World".
Remember? Those dang 80's. Ticket sales had reached 4oo,ooo,
at $1oo a ticket for the first weekend; and the stage and facilities
construction was staying way ahead of schedule. Otherwise, it
was general "chat" about WPG stuff with Sundance.
        Well, those nights they would all sit around the bonfire out in
the yard, and our three rejoined everyone that early morning hour
and they played more music and talked, then Mari taught them
another old Mayan song she remembered, and Jul had another
Mexican song. Jess just lapped it up like a dry sponge. It was soul
food for her. She was readying to be a star, getting ready for the
world! But she was holding back. Felecia had been trying those
days to convince her to go for performing at the concert. But
Jess was holding the reins in. Herself. And Kit was so proud of
her. So darn proud.
        It became time to count the sheep and, on their way to their
cabin, after those loving goodnights all around, Jessy said, kind of
winsomely, "let's go make love in the mine." Well, Kitster was
tired, but never too tired for however, whenever or wherever she
wanted to do it. They grabbed the old blanket and zipped up there,
to the chuckles from Jul and Juli out at the fire taking watch.
        It was definitely magical in the lantern firelight, surrounded
by the Gold and Silver, as they toked on a puro. The rock was
hard to lay on, even with the blanket, but Kit didn't really mind.
The girls were taking turns on top of him when, suddenly, they
felt a presence, then saw a couple standing in the mine a little way
back toward the entrance, out of the light! Then they realized that
it was Lion Eagle and Goldenswan as they came more toward the
light! Naked! Lion signed a "hello", then a "thank you", then
another sign and then they both waved from their hearts and
disappeared!
        "...Talk...about...coitus interrupt...us," Jess said softly after
more than a few seconds. And they were numb from the fear and
excitement, then the awe and happiness.
        "...Uh...yeah-uh," Kit was next, "...I wonder what...they
were thanking us for..."
        "Our donations...to the Nations...you think?" Jess chose.
        "O...yeah. I guess so....What'd you get out of that other
sign?" he asked.
        "Um...looked to me it was...we're doin' good?" she came
back.
        "That's what I thought too...." he answered.
        Felecia was in shock. She had thought ever since they had
told her about their visions that they just had had some acid or
something and had just hallucinated, her own "dream"
notwithstanding. Well, surprise. "Fuuuuucckk...." she muttered.
        They sat there and smoked a little more to come down from
it and related all their amazement about their current lives. "Why
do you suppose they were naked?..." Flece brought up, though.
        "Yeah...that was kind of...surprising, huh...." Jess added.
        "Hmm..." and Kit thought, then said, "maybe it was to make
us more...comfortable..." giving a quizzical look to the girls.
        "Well...I was hoping they were going to join us..." Jess said
in all seriousness, then, just for kicks, got up, picked up a pick and
picked away at the Gold. Well, she kept it up and the other two
joined in and before they were done they had boxed up a million
more dollars worth in the buff, the girls' sweaty muscles just
rippling, after the weeks of their hard labor; Kit's too, but, God,
those girls looked like absolute goddesses were the reports. Not
that they still don't.
        They finally got their clothes back on, only to not catch cold
as they cooled from the labor and love, and got back down the
mountain and took over for the guys on watch, taking a little
speed to stay awake.
        Puter had some news in the morning. The Cincy agent had
used his old connections and helped out his "apprentice" in D.C.,
not only in getting him reinstated early, but also getting approval
for limited surveillance of the ranch, limited because of language
in the Treasury contract about "non-harassment".  NRO was
OK'ing space camera access for just a week, unless further watch
was warranted. And it would be initiated in a couple of days.
"Cincy" had also learned that governments were looking for a
"new terrorist organization promoting a world government", but
that was all he had, passing it on to "DC".
        "Well, that some bitch," Jessy was first to comment.
        "Mm," Kit thought, "...maybe it's time for us to take a trip."
        So they talked about flying out - taking a trip to see the
West and maybe Alaska and maybe buying another ranch. They
wanted to get some friends or family up to the hacienda to take
their place on the labor and such, though, and simultaneously
thought of Evan and Steffi.
        They called the two after a nap and Jess told them they
would fly the 310 up to Taos because they had something to
personally ask them and would call again when on the way. And
that was the plan. Do dah. Then they heard a commotion outside,
jumped into their clothes, went out and saw all the new ducks,
swans and even peacocks all starting their acclimatization to the
pond, yard and each other. Sonia and Essy had just brought them
all up from Mora. Well, that was a fun surprise, and they all
watched the new "familia" get adjusted awhile, then meandered
themselves to the veranda for the late breakfast. Soon BR was
driving in, having gotten the gate with Wallace and Junior, the
three of them being serendipitous on timing there, and Wally had
made the cell call to let the guys at the cabin know it was them
with BR.
        Jess then told the others about the extra million up in the
mine, explaining, "I guess we got a little...spirited," to the laughs,
and knowing looks from Kit and Flee.
        So then Jul told them about the extra $2 million he and the
kids poked out and boxed that morning, and had brought all $3M
down to the shed. And BR edited the contract as they all toasted
each other.
        Kit then told everyone about the coming surveillance and BR,
along with the others, wanted to know how the hell did they know
about that. So Kit told all of them that the computer had cracked
some codes - to BR's winces - and then filled their lawyer in some
on the surveillance "game" that had been going on, to his
amazement and concern about their safety, more than legalities.
Then Kit asked the others to watch the gonja smoking outside -
BR grimacing with his eyes closed, though with a little smile and
head bobs - but that otherwise there should be no problem, telling
them that he and the girls would have to take a trip, though, but
were working on getting some other guys to replace them on the
mine and other work, though Jul and Ria told them not to worry
about that. But Kit added that they had a great couple in mind
who could use and deserved some of the money and who could
be trusted - which they loved, and people they could.
        Then it was time for our trio to "git" for Santa. The adioses
were close, strong and many as they got to the Dodge, negotiating
the dogs, ducks, other fowl and horses, and got out of there just
in time, the choppers coming in as they were heading out the
"driveway", under the cover of the pines.
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