Back into the bedroom, Jess called home after hooking up
the scrambler and spread her bullpies real smooth. Then she
called Felecia and told her about everything, well, except the
dream, the Gold or WPO or WPG stuff. But she did tell her
about the concert. So they celebrated that, Jess telling her that it
would be announced manana. Then she talked Flece into flying
out - on Kit's nuggets - and that was plenty all right with Kit cuz
it was what Jess wanted, Flee just being considerate, as always,
in asking.
        "Jessee giirrll!...your life is becoming un-bee-LIEV-able!"
Felecia told her, among other things, as Kit and Pute made the
travel arrangements for her as the girls talked. Then, in a few
more minutes they were, of course, all having sex together (ay
carumba), then calmed down before their "hasta manana's".
They would be picking Flece up in Santa in the afternoon.
        So it was on to the "chores" for Pute to work on overnight,
then Jess had a little "chat" with him about the day and night as
Kit restoked the fire and got two Frogs, and they settled down a
little more with some more tokes, made love again and, before
falling asleep, talked about wondering if she or he would see the
Chief, Swan and Heart again. Or "dream" it.
        They still say, all in all, that it was one of their finest days
and nights. Ever. And, from that night on, it seemed just a
matter of time before they would reach their goal - "the end of
the criminal military spending and all that false economy and
false leadership..." Kit was putting it then.
        They fell asleep holding and kissing each other. Kit got up
during the night, though, to throw more logs on - some pinon
and cedar. It was a chillier night with the open sky after the cold
front passing. He went to the kitchen, made a glass of chocolate
milk, walked over to the door and looked out the panes - out
over the yard, down the runway, out over the valley, up at the
sky, and looked at the waning moon, thus waxing stars,
wondering if he would see them.
        Moments later, Jess came in so quietly that she startled
him, and slid her self in front of him, her back to him, and
snuggled into his arms.
        "You goinna hog the milk?" she teased.
        "Hey, it's highly labor intensive," he smirked and handed
her the glass.
        "So's child birth," she quipped, taking a Dramamine ("the
drama's all mine") for her period pains with a swig.
        "O yeah. God...how 'r ya doin', princess? You usually
take those?"
        "Mm-hm. I'm fine, sweetheart. It just hits me the first day
or two. They tell me once I have a baby it won't be so bad."
        "Aw Lord...a baby, huh?...Your baby...God...."
        "Mmm-hm," and she took a deep breath and let it out.
"How would you like another baby, Kit Cody?"
        "Aw Lord..." he came back and kind of lost his balance,
but recaught it.
        "That's what I thought. Don't worry there, cowboy, I don't
want one...yet," and she turned around to look at him.
        "Well, sure, people might figure I'd want us to have one so
I could hold on to you for the rest of my life..." he smiled, "...
but I wouldn't do it for that reason."
        "O-o. What reason would you do it for?" she smiled back.
        "Uh...that one, actually....I lied."
        She had a chuckle, which had basically been his goal. Then
she said, "dam it's cold out here! A mother could catch
pneumonia," and snuggled closer into him as he "mmmm'd" his
pleasure, putting the toe ends of his bare feet over her's. "That
sure is some mystic view, though...Kit..." falling deeply in love
with what she was seeing, along with everything else. "One heck
of a dandy place you have here, Hotey...I think I'm awefully
real happy to be here."
        "Awww, angel....I had you in mind with every log," and
kissed the back of her head while making sure that every inch of
him that could be up against her body was, and hugged her even
tighter.
        "O...precious...that's so sweet to say...and it's so beautiful
and...peaceful...out there," and she knew he was thinking about
the Spirits and added, "...they're somewhere else tonight, darlin'
...with someone else, maybe...maybe someone who's helpin' us
...." She looked outside with him a while longer, revering it all.
But no Natives showed up. So she turned around, kissed him,
with her body rubbing into his and added, "they'll be here for us.
Let's go back to bed, good lookin'."
        "That sounds like an offer I can't refuse," kissing her back,
and they returned to the feathers, after pees, and warmed each
other back up. Don't wonder how.
        They were wakened by the light coming in on the bed -
from the Sun - and he got up to throw more logs onto the hot
coals. Their cabins had gas heat from propane tanks that they
would haul down to Mora for refills, but they kept low
thermostats and used the fireplaces.
        Jess snuggled into him when he returned and they checked
in with Pute. Well, Cyber Boy had found out that the NRO had
capability to get the Mooney on infra-red. (Puter had used some
of those phone numbers he had picked up inside the White
House.) But, very luckily, the Recon Office wasn't giving access
to that NSA agent. Something about sex calls on a government
computer. Plus, Uncle Bill - the President - himself had
tightened up NRO infra-red access a few days earlier, Pute
reported. The day they had met Bill, matter of fact. And the
Prez had even changed the person in charge at the infra-red
section.
        "Well, we're found," Kit said sadly, feeling his heart sink as
he started thinking about how to get Jess to safety.
        "But they're not giving it out," she answered hopefully.
        "They will."
        Pute went on, telling them the White House wasn't getting
the agent's information on why he was asking for IR - it just
wasn't going up the command chain, deemed not high enough
priority, well, besides the scandalous situation with the sex calls.
So the big boys in the WH didn't know of any search going on
for a Mooney or its drivers.
        Kit was still heartsick, though. The suits could get records,
maybe, of all his flights in and out of the ranch, and their other
flight through the Appalachians; except Pute had been confusing
things even more overnight to cover their tracks as much as he
could. One other thing in their favor was that infra-red priorities
were undergoing changes, Pute having the skinny there too. That
was something about India and Pakistan and nuclear capabilities.
Kit was feeling big worry, though, as they went on and contacted
Sundance.
        The concert announcement would be at 10AM at Window
Rock, the good news; and they commed with "R" on strategy
and stuff, all of them figuring that William Jeff hadn't seen the
documents, or even had, maybe, if they had even arrived at the
"Big White". There sure was no news or even computer leaks
about it.
        Well, Sundance was saying that he was considering going
to go see Bill and go out on the bough about it. They all debated
that intensively, including Pute, and decided that they had to be
certain that Bill - and all the countries' leaders - had the word, to
give them a chance to respond, or even arrange to do it; though
the only way the countries could do it, Kit had concluded years
before, was if someone did it for them. Someone not a country.
        Anyway, they did decide on getting the message again to
Bill personally. Anonymously, if they could. Maybe another
encoding software disk and packet given to him directly.
Somehow that Sundance might be able to arrange. And they
presumed that it would still be a few days - or more - before all
the countries had the documents. It was the public mail, after
all. So they had a little more time to figure out what to do. That
was about it on news, but Jess commed some more with
"Double R" before they signed off.
        Kit went back to stuff on the agent, who was waiting for
the plane to pop up again. But, at least, "DC" had been able to
get NRO pictures of the area hundreds of miles radius from
Ghost Ranch to look for Juliet, Pute advised. It must be pretty
dang difficult, though, to get the trim colors and numbers off
the side of a small plane from SPACE, Kitster was surmising.
"Hel-lo," he said, feeling a little relief, "he's wasting his time.
Good! Maybe Pute can give him some wild leads...."
        "Yes!" Jess cheered, still wanting to raise Kit's confidence.
Then Pute reported that the agent had some restrictions slapped
on him for the phone sex. That gave them a little laugh. But the
suit's computer was still looking for private airstrips in the
search area, Putey told them. That was a big area, though. But
he was working out from Ghost, P went on. Then "DC" was
getting orders for other work to do with his NSA time. And
Puteman picked up the guy's com with his seemingly informer-
mentor in Cincinnati, and their theorizing about what Jessy and
that old guy were up to, besides "DC"'s  crying about the
trouble he was in from someone's sex call vendetta.
        "Cincy" commed back that he knew the guy with Jess
from somewhere, or sometime in the past, but couldn't put his
finger on it. "DC" told him about his checks on Juliet's
registration and all the answers he was getting, except the
right one, Pute, Kit and Jess knew. So the suits were
wondering what the hell was going on. They had no knowledge
of any WPG then or, God knows, WPO.
        "You know," Jess said, "maybe it wasn't because you
mentioned it, but...Bill tightening up infra-red sure helped out."
She knew they were in jeopardy, but she was feeling confident.
        "As far as we know, beautiful....But the IR record's there
...if they keep those kinds of records." The only flight law they
had broken was the lights off in the dark, well, not including
the better-living brain chem, he was thinking. He added, "IR
could give 'm proof on us breaking some law, if they want to
prosecute. But...that's on my head, precious, not yours."
        "Well, you're on my head," she returned. And they
figured up that they were still pretty safe, all in all, especially
if the IR access stayed tight.
        But Kit wanted to get new colors and numbers on Jule
even faster than planned, in case the suits decided to come up
- or fly in - to the hacienda. He knew he would have to
design some sort of heat deflection for Juliet's cowling, too,
besides get another plane for them to use out of Santa or
somewhere for getting around meanwhile. And her safety
came back into mind. "Jess...."
        "Hey...."
        "We're going to have to get you somewhere safe...and
Flece too, now...it could all come down fast..." he told her
with moistening eyes.
        "Whoa there, partner....I'm not going anywhere yet....
Pute'll give us enough warning."
        He thought about that, his eyes avoiding hers, not
wanting to drop any tears, particularly. "That'd be against
my better judgement."
        "Well...let's just go with your worser judgement for
now...OK?" She was getting misty too.
        He breathed a micro laugh out his nose and smiled for
a quarter of a second, then looked into her eyes, and hers
looked into his, and they saw their love floating in that
space between. He blinked off his tears and said, "they're
not going to get you, precious...."
        She kissed his lips and answered, "you neither,
Quixote...."
 
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