They checked in with Pute on news. All he had was that
the agent's hearing on the allegations against him would be held
in the morning. They still at least said "hey" every day to
Sundance, just to let each other know that they were alive, free
and cooking. So they did that too.
        Then Kit started through the parts for Puter 2, intensely
thinking it all over. Jessy almost felt like the honeymoon really
was over until Kit snapped and went over to her on the bed and
began ravishing and undressing her with his teeth. So the three of
them got naked and into the shower together. And, man, I don't
know about you, but every time I think about it...you know,
Jess's and Flee's hard, wet, nubile, soapy bodies in the steaming
water wall...mmm MM.
        They said they just rubbed all together and 'bated each
other during that shower. Holy Eros. Back in bed, they smoked
a little crank and were off to orgymania again, not ending until
after sunrise. They sure didn't feel like they were going to hell,
though, brought up in jest when telling about it. And maybe sex
is overrated, as Tom Swift joked to me once on the trimaran,
but that's got to be one awful tough sell.
      They got maybe an hour nap. And Kit dreampt that he was
at the kitchen door, holding Jess, and they saw the Chief and
Swan and other Natives loading up some of the Gold out of the
shed onto a sled attached to Heart! And their Spirit friends
waved "good trails" to them, smiling over, then walked out the
runway and out of sight.
        That woke Kit up, so he went to the kitchen door and Jess
followed, both of them trying to open their hurting eyes. He told
her his dream and that he wanted to check the Gold. They got
their boots on, there by the door, and went otherwise naked out
into the cold to the shed and counted the boxes after seeing none
of those on top had been pried open. They were all there.
        Jul and Juli saw their freezing butts and other parts through
their living room windows as Jess and Kit hugged and kissed out
there, then walked back to the cabin, and Julian whistled quietly
to his son as they gave each other their 'ay carumba, is she
awesome or what?' looks.
        Back in bed, after cold-shocking Flece awake, Kit and Jess
decided that they would give a half million, at first, to set up a
scholarship fund for local Natives and would ask Sundance to get
the Indian Nations on the donation list of the concert fund. They
were hoping that's what the Chief was telling them, as they
explained to Flee what had happened. Of course, there was the
history. It was the Natives' Gold.
        They all breakfasted together at the other cabin after more
orgasms, and Jul brought up some naked butts - though booted -
out at the shed, to the giggles. So Kit and Jess related the dream
and subsequent action, to everyone's laughs and genuine
amazement.
        Then Kit and the girls drove out to the gate to wait for BR
and caught a short nap, leaned all together with Jess in the middle.
He soon came driving up in his black Jeep SUV, stopped when he
saw that stand of Ponderosa and the big rock, per Kit's directions,
gave a honk, the guys woke, walked up out of the trees to the gate
and they all opened and closed it together and drove on in.
        BR went over everything with everyone out on the veranda,
just loving all the guys, place and view. Then they signed the
contract and that was it! They had champagne for toasts and BR,
in his, remarked how our hero and two heroines looked like, well,
hell. But nothing more needed saying after Julio's quick story on
the naked, though booted, visit to the shed for BR's edification.
Though Juli's smiles at Jess, during his telling, were looking pretty
darn amorous; and Ri had a little comment for her son about it,
which got Julian in a little pickle when Juli mentioned, "well, Dad
saw her too".
        Kit then told them that they didn't want to be seen by nor
known about to the agents, since they didn't know who all might
be coming. Jul and the family understood. And BR said it was all
right by him, as long as he didn't know about anything illegal they
might be doing, but added that he was all for whatever they were
doing. "As long as you're not hurting anyone, guys," he smiled.
        "Just ourselves," Flece commented to the chuckles.
        So, in some more minutes, Kit and the girls left to walk up
the mountainside into the forest to watch, Waldo and Joni of Arc
following them. They were almost to the mine when they stopped,
sat down and "rested their eyes".
        A few seconds after 10, they heard the helicopters resonating
against the rock and forest and knew right away that they would
have neighbors snooping around after that. In moments more, the
two Bell Jet Rangers landed in front of the barn and several agents
got out, met and talked with BR, then the others. BR checked and
kept their document, handed them a copy of the contract, which
the agents checked while BR checked on his computer, and then
by phone to his friend, the president of his bank, that the $10M
was transferred. Then Julian and the boys opened the shed and
the agents began taking the boxes out, checking out the contents
and weighing them, one at a time. Forty two boxes.
        "Like the 42 good gods in the 'Tibetan Book of the Dead',"
Kit quietly mentioned to the girls. "If I remember right."
        "Shhh," Jess sassed, though trying to hear the conversation
below.
        Some over a ton of Gold was loaded into the copters and all
of them down Mount Essy Jessy at the ranchstead shook hands
all around again, then the agents got back in the Rangers, started
them up and headed back down the mountain aimed for Denver.
        Our three ambled down to the cabins and asked BR if
everything was good and everything was GOOD! So they all
celebrated the magnificence of it out on the veranda some more.
        BR got going a little after lunch, Kit and the beauties
leading him out to the gate. They had shakes, hugs, kisses and
thanks, and darn if he and Flee didn't get a little more out of that
than just what might be usual.
        Back at Mari and Jul's, they distributed their after-tax
divvies, lit up Jul's puro and talked some more about how it all
felt! Man! Imagine it. Even better than Lotto. They decided to
take the day off. They called Wally and invited he and the family
up. The dogs were scrambling off into the forest and barking a
lot more than usual, but everyone just played music and fiesta'd
until our three couldn't stay awake any longer. Which wasn't
much past 10. The others razzed them about crapping out - and
why - but it was over for Kit, most certainly. His was an older
heart. He suggested the girls stay with the party, but they were
too tired too.
        They checked in with Pute, whizzing away on the phone,
back in their cabin. No news. They sent Sundance the "hey",
then got their clothes off, helping each other, laid down and
were out like lightbulbs, all cuddled up together. Aw.
        It got cold later, but Kit just stumbled over to the
thermostat and turned it up. Now that was tired, for him. They
dreampt, but too cloudily for memory.
        Morning, though, came right at the right time. They rolled
in the sheets for over an hour after first light, then jumped into
the shower after some "sharing" at the throne, and the girls were
jumping on the old man in the hot water fall.
        They bounded over to the other cabin and started making
a huge breakfast. I mean, eggs, bacon, steak, ham, toast, French
toast, home fries, fruit salad and cottage cheese, fried apples,
Maria's homemade coffee cake, juices galore, milk, chocolate
milk and probably a little more. And coffee. Then they all
cleaned up together and were out the door when Wallace got
there, already fed, they checked, though he didn't mind a fresh
piece of Ria's coffee cake. They went up to the mine or worked
on the fence or started on the new rooms or getting some more
firewood or doing other chores until dark and dinner. Then did
music and talk and drinking and stuff.
        Back in their cabin for the night, they went over Putey's
day work, including all the new stock buys, "heyed" Sundance,
then it was a little - very little - school work for the girls,
telephone calls, work on the holograph projectors and Pute 2,
cleaning up and don't forget sex. They sure didn't. Bought a
boom, another day and still nothing from the governments.
        They still looked for the Chief and Swan when the logs
went on during the nights. And Jess and Kit would have their
talks there at the door, and their hopes of seeing and hearing
their guides. They would feel the sorrow, too, in the world
amidst their great fortune and joy as they looked out through
the panes for another vision. They wished they could speed
things up, but couldn't; and do more, but didn't know what,
though they talked about doing some helpful flying in the
trouble spots. All the children in harm's way; all the innocent
people starving or in virtual or real slavery; the malnutritioned,
neglected or abused kids, even in the US; all the horror of the
wars, terrorism and brutal regimes; the agonizing humanicide.
They were feeling it.
        Sundance had told them a few hours before of the
Execs' new idea of proposing international law to make all
wars and conflicts prosecutable as homicide, and suing all the
governments and leaders for malfeasance of life - a class
action suit on behalf of everyone. We the People, dammit.
When the WPG goes public. It was in Kit's plan too, but he
was glad they were coming up with it. It would be part of
the entire suit they would be filing with the World Court and
Supreme Courts of all the governments (with such a court).
        They had also discussed with him how the Oval was
trapped, like in the false government of the drug laws.
Trapped in policy. Treating WPG as terrorists. And they
had gone over the diplomatic pressure on the Ovalteers from
many countries in favor of talking with the WPG, and
wondered if they could budge the White House any if the
Execs tell the Oval that they know about it and will talk with
those other countries if there is still no response.
        So they felt some of the weight of the world that night
and other nights. At the door. And wished even more that
they would see the Spirits to maybe, just maybe, talk about
it with them. But went back to bed that night just a little
disappointed, again, that they hadn't.
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