Camp Little Eagle

Chapter 12

As Mr. T and Jerico walked back into the office, they saw that Mrs. Morrow was right where they had left her, sitting at the side of the desk, still filling out paperwork.

"Barring unforeseen circumstances, why don't we plan on me moving my things out right after classes tomorrow. You and Paul can move yourselves in anytime you like, after that." Mr. T said thoughtfully as he took his seat.

"From as excited as Paul is, I'm betting that he'll probably want to move tonight." Jerico chuckled.

"MR. T! IT'S TIME!" Obie called as he dashed into the administration building's outer office.

A long, stern glance caused Obie to realize that he had been a bit louder than necessary.

"I'm sorry." Obie said repentantly, then immediately perked up and said, "But it's time!"

A reluctant smile crossed Mr. T's face. Then, to keep from breaking into chuckles, Mr. T carefully said, "Mrs. Crow has already left for the day. Allow me a moment to find someone to drive you, then you can be on your way."

"If we're done here, I wouldn't mind driving him." Mrs. Morrow said pleasantly from the desk where she was gathering the collection of papers she had been signing, into a stack.

"I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble." Mr. T said hesitantly.

"If I understood all of this correctly..." Mrs. Morrow said as she held up the inch thick stack of paperwork, "...the moment that I signed them, I was a salaried employee. Besides, I think it would do my cynical old heart some good to see a boy reunited with his long lost brother. I can't think of a better way to start my time here."

"Well, if you're sure you wouldn't mind..." Mr. T began to say, but was interrupted by a twelve or thirteen year old boy rushing into the administration office.

He looked to be about to speak, but as soon as he realized that he was interrupting, he schooled his expression and put his hands behind his back to wait patiently.

"Obie can take you to the garage where you can get a van. Mr. Harjo can call me if he needs my approval." Mr. T said to Mrs. Morrow with a smile.

"I wouldn't mind taking my own car." Mrs. Morrow said honestly.

"It's easier this way. Since you're on salary with us, you're automatically covered by our insurance if anything were to happen." Mr. T said honestly.

"Come on! I don't want for Amos to have to wait!" Obie said urgently.

"Do you know where you're going?" Mr. T asked curiously.

"Here." Obie said as he held up a piece of notebook paper.

"You can look that up on the computer over there before you leave if you like." Mr. T said with a smile at Mrs. Morrow.

"That might be best." Mrs. Morrow said as she took the piece of paper from Obie.

The expression on Obie's face showed that he was about two seconds away from a total frustration meltdown.

"Keoh, did you have something to ask me?" Mr. T asked the boy by the door pleasantly.

"Me and Scott and Singh got invited to go and do some stuff with some friends of mine... you know, from before I came here. There's a boyscout thing they're doing on Saturday, and they said that we could come. Is it okay?" Keoh asked hopefully.

"If you can get an adult to call and speak with me or my father to make the arrangements, I'm sure that it won't be a problem." Mr. T finished with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. T. I'll get Rudy's dad to call you, he's one of the scoutmasters that's setting the whole thing up. He's really nice." Keoh said in a rush.

Mr. T nodded, then watched with a smile as Keoh hurried away.

"I guess I should be going. I'm actually kind of surprised that Paul isn't here trying to rush me out the door." Jerico said with a fond smile at the thought of his cousin.

"It appears that he's made some new friends today. I probably don't have to tell you this but... try to be patient with them. It's likely that they'll be loud and hyper and... I guess what I'm saying is to let them be kids. Allow them a night to be silly or loud or whatever it is that they need at this point in their lives. I don't know the whole story of what's happened to Donny and Ronny... I don't need to know. I think it's safe to assume that it was bad."

Jerico slowly nodded that he was following what Mr. T was saying.

"You seem to me to be a very quiet and controlled person... and that's fine. Honestly, I'm not faulting you for that. I'm just saying that the boys, especially when they're together, may get a little wild. Please keep in mind that that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"I'll remember that." Jerico said softly, then added, "Thank you. I could easily see myself overreacting. I'm used to being solitary and quiet. I have to be. But I'll keep what you said in mind and try not to rain on their party."

"That's all I'm asking." Mr. T said with a chuckle, then extended his hand for Jerico to shake.

"Are we going or what?" Paul asked as he poked his head into the room.

Jerico shook Mr. T's hand, then said, "Yeah, Paul. If you guys are all loaded up, we're going."

* * * * *

After exchanging pleasantries with Mr. T in the outer office, Dr. Dan made his way into the conference room for his afternoon group session

As he walked to the end of the table, he noticed that only about half of the group that he had originally anticipated were present.

"When I planned this session, it was for a much larger group." Dr. Dan said casually as he took his seat.

The four boys that were present looked at each other curiously, but didn't respond verbally.

Dr. Dan took out his padd and brought up a file on it before saying, "I was looking forward to meeting with Ronny, Donny and Dylan this afternoon, but Derek informs me that they're all out of the camp at the moment."

"From what I heard, Ronny and Donny probably won't be back until tonight." Mouse said quickly.

"Derek didn't give me any details as to why they weren't here. It's not a problem, I hope." Dr. Dan said cautiously.

"No. They're gonna help Paul get packed so he can move here. They're over at his house." Mouse said happily.

"Paul?" Dr. Dan asked, knowing that he had met him earlier in the day, but couldn't seem to place a face with the name.

"Yeah. He's the new Shaman's cousin. And I think he's cousins with Mr. T, too... maybe. I'm not sure about that." Mouse finished uncertainly.

"Good. I'm glad it's not a problem of some sort. I'll look forward to meeting with them at our next group session. What about Dylan?" Dr. Dan asked curiously.

"From what I heard, he went with Uri and a Starfleet security lieutenant to do something outside the camp." Simon said frankly and Mouse nodded his confirmation.

"Security? Is there any reason to be worried about that?" Dr. Dan asked slowly, remembering all that he had read about the medical abuse the boy had endured at the hospital in Chicago.

"No. It's just for fun. The security guy seems like he's kinda looking out for Dylan, letting him know that someone cares about how he's doing. That's all." Mouse said with a smile.

"That's all?" Simon scoffed. "How many people in this camp would give anything in the world, would give up every single thing that they own, just to have that?"

"You've already got that." Arlo said as he looked Simon in the eyes.

There was a long moment of silence, then Simon smiled and said, "Yeah. Thanks."

Dr. Dan smiled at the exchange, then noticed Luke whispering something to Mouse.

Although he didn't say anything, Dr. Dan's inquisitive look caused Luke to fall silent.

"Did you have something that you wanted to say?" Dan asked cautiously.

"He does, but it's not safe for him to talk." Mouse said honestly.

"Why? Has someone been sharing what's been said here outside the group?" Dan asked as he looked at the four boys with concern.

"No. Nothing like that. I mean 'not safe for you'." Mouse said firmly.

"I don't understand." Dr. Dan said slowly.

Mouse looked down at the floor for a moment, trying to put his thoughts into order before finally saying, "A lot's happened since the last time we saw you. Most of it happened to Arlo. He'll have to tell you about that. But, anyway, because of what happened to Arlo, Jerico was called to help. He's the new Shaman I was telling you about. His cousin is Paul."

Dr. Dan quickly nodded, prompting Mouse to continue.

"Anyway, as soon as the Shaman met Luke, he knew exactly what was wrong and why he couldn't talk." Mouse said seriously.

"Really?" Dr. Dan asked with surprise.

"Yeah! You know how the clan has telepaths and empaths and stuff all over the place? Luke's got something like that, except that he doesn't read your mind. He writes it."

"I don't understand." Dr. Dan said frankly and noticed that Arlo and Simon also seemed to be lost. In fact, Luke didn't even seem to be following that well.

"Luke doesn't hear what you think, he tells you what to think. He doesn't feel what you feel, he tells you what to feel. It's a big scary power and he's got to learn how to use it right or he'll end up hurting someone."

"But, if that's the case, why can't he talk?" Dr. Dan asked curiously. With all the psy phenomenon in the clan, he had very little trouble accepting that what Mouse was telling him was true.

"Well, I guess it's because when you talk, a lot of what you say is to try and get other people to see what you see or think what you think. When Luke talks, whatever he describes, you see. Whatever he believes, you believe." Mouse said earnestly, then looked to Luke with question to see if he was explaining it right.

Luke considered for a moment, then gave a simple nod that indicated that he was happy with the explanation.

"That is a very... frightening power." Dr. Dan said with an apologetic look at Luke.

"Jerico has it, too. But he figured out that me and his cousin, Paul, have a power, too. I can block Luke's power... or, at least I will be able to when we've learned how to use it." Mouse finished shyly.

"So you have an ability that negates Luke's ability?" Dan asked to confirm.

"Yep. When we figure out how to use it, Luke will be able to talk all the time... well, at least when I'm around." Mouse said happily, then quickly added, "And I probably woulda been around him all the time anyway. He's my best friend."

Luke smiled at Mouse's words.

After a long silent moment, Dr. Dan turned to Arlo and asked, "So what big thing happened to you since our last meeting?"

"I was possessed." Arlo said frankly.

"Possessed?" Dr. Dan asked incredulously.

"Possessed." Arlo confirmed with a nod.

"Yeah. And Mr. T called for a Shaman, and Jerico showed up and it was all crazy and weird and then everything was fine." Mouse said in a verbal explosion.

Dr. Dan blinked a few times as he processed what Mouse had said, then looked at Arlo with question.

"Simon would probably be the best one to ask about that. I have no memory from the time I was possessed until I came back to myself." Arlo said seriously.

Dr. Dan looked at Simon questioningly.

After a moment to consider, Simon quietly said, "I think Mouse covered it all."

"So you're fine now?" Dr. Dan asked Arlo cautiously, sensing that he was holding something back.

"Well, the whole possession thing happened yesterday, and it all got fixed, but then, this morning... it kinda happened again." Arlo said uncomfortably.

"That's why Jerico and Paul came back today." Mouse interjected.

"But since you're here, I take it that they were able to help you." Dan said as he watched Arlo's expression carefully.

"Not exactly." Arlo said with a pained expression.

"That doesn't sound good." Dan observed.

"It's not bad... not really." Arlo hurried to explain.

"What happened, Arlo?" Dr. Dan asked slowly.

Arlo looked around the group and finally stopped as he looked at Simon, begging with his eyes.

"The spirit that entered Arlo this morning sort of took root in him. But he's not some evil poltergeist who's going to try to hurt people. He's a good guy. His name is Randolph Pettigrew." Simon said as he turned his gaze toward Dr. Dan.

"My heartfelt thanks to you, Simon. You do me honor by speaking so highly of me and remembering my given name." Randolph said in his strange British/New Englander/early nineteenth century manner of speech.

Dr. Dan's eyes went wide as he saw the changeover happen right before him.

One minute he was looking at Arlo, a patient he had worked with at some length and gotten to know quite well. Then, in the space of a heartbeat, he was looking at a complete stranger who seemed to be wearing Arlo's body.

"Unless you want to visit with a psychologist for a while, you'd better let Arlo come out and talk with us." Simon said with a grin at Randolph.

"I simply wished to thank you, Simon. Henceforth, you shall be sharing company with Arlo." Randolph said timidly, then the expression on Arlo's face changed to one of mild surprise.

"Is everything alright?" Simon asked gently.

"Yeah. It's just, getting yanked back and thrust forward like that is kind of disorienting. It doesn't hurt or anything, but it's kinda freaky." Arlo said honestly.

Dr. Dan looked around the group to see that no one wanted to say anything, then quietly said, "Even though a lot of things have changed. I don't see any reason that we can't continue on with our regular group session. Let's look back at our objectives from last week and see what progress has been made."

Simon perked up and quickly said, "Even with all the bad stuff that happened along the way, for me it's been one of the best weeks I've had... probably ever..."

* * * * *

A knock on the cabin door caused Devon to look up from his textbook.

It was an unusual occurrence for Devon to find himself alone during the afternoon. Of course, he wasn't completely alone. Jose and Trent were in their room presumably doing homework, but actually, they were probably playing. But Devon had been able to sit quietly in the main room, at the table by the picture window, and study his book in peace.

He knew the others were at the group therapy meeting. He used to attend those, but found that he really got more out of his one-on-one meetings with Dr. Dan. He had talked with Dr. Dan about how uncomfortable he was and they decided to let it go for a while.

When he got to the door, he peeked through the peephole and was surprised to see a familiar face.

As soon as Devon had the door open, he quickly said, "Officer Bridges, what are you doing here?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, outside the courtroom, my name is Maurice?" The man asked as he smiled.

"Sorry. I've always been taught to call people older than me by their title. It's just weird calling you by your name." Devon muttered shyly.

"That's fine, Devon. Just do what's comfortable for you." Maurice said gently.

Devon stared for a moment, then suddenly said, "Come in! Mr. T isn't here, if he's who you were wanting to see."

"No. Actually, I'm here to see you." Maurice said as he walked into the room.

"Me? What did I do?" Devon asked in a sudden panic.

Maurice gave a good-natured laugh, then said, "Nothing. Well, at least, nothing that I've heard about. I just wanted to stop by and see how you're settling in."

"Um... fine. Really good, actually. I've got contact lenses and new clothes and no one thinks I'm too much of a nerd to talk to... I like it here." Devon finished with a smile.

"I'm glad to hear that." Maurice said warmly.

"You've always been really nice to me. I mean, you're kinda nice to everyone, but I feel like you're especially nice to me." Devon said disjointedly.

"I care about what happens to you." Maurice conceded.

"I just don't get why." Devon said honestly.

From the little that Maurice knew about Devon's home and family, he could easily understand why the young man would be desperate to know why a complete stranger cared for him when his own family didn't.

"I know you probably never noticed me, but I'm your grandparents' next door neighbor." Maurice said quietly.

"In the blue house?" Devon asked as he looked at Maurice carefully.

"With those horrible gaudy fake flowers? Please!" Maurice said dramatically, then said more quietly, "The mustardy yellow house with the real flowers."

"Oh, yeah. Um, no. I didn't go out of the house too much. I guess I never saw you." Devon said apologetically.

"I didn't think so. But I was the one who found you... you know, that day. I'm the one who called for the ambulance." Maurice said quietly.

"Thanks." Devon whispered.

"And I might have mentioned you to Judge Robison a time or two before your case came before him." Maurice added cautiously.

"So you got him to send me here?" Devon asked with surprise.

"No. He did that himself. I just sort of made sure that he was aware of your whole situation before he made any judgements. The lawyers and CPS cronies don't always get the whole picture, and without complete information, the judge doesn't always make the best decision."

"Thanks for helping me, Maurice. I really like it here." Devon said with a smile.

"I remember what you said in court about your parents being in Africa." Maurice said without inflection.

Devon looked at him cautiously, not knowing what to think of the change in subject.

"I saw them last night, at your grandparent's house. They're back in town." Maurice said quietly.

Devon thought for a moment, then felt a tear sliding down his cheek.

Finally he said, "So? If they wanted to see me, they know where to find me."

"They don't hold all the cards, Devon. It's not entirely up to them." Maurice said carefully, then added more firmly, "If you want to see them, I can help you make those arrangements. I can see that you'll have all the support that you'll need and that they won't be able to hurt you."

"Why?" Devon asked as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Because I thought you might need it. I remember how troubled and confused you were in court. I don't know what questions or answers you've found since you've been here. But I thought that if there's anything you need from your parents to get... closure or to find your peace with the situation. Maybe I could help you to get it."

After a moment to consider, Devon quietly asked, "Before I answer that, could I ask you something?"

"Sure. You can ask me anything." Maurice immediately responded.

"You're here, checking on how I'm doing and offering me this chance with my parents, just because you care, right? It's not, like, a case number or part of your job or anything like that?" Devon asked curiously.

"No. It's not part of my job. I can't explain my motives except to say that, I care how you're feeling and I want to give you every chance to be happy." Maurice said softly.

"So, what does that make us? Are you trying to be like my dad, or my big brother, or my friend?" Devon asked uncertainly.

"I don't know. A little bit of all of them, I guess. If you ever need a dad to hold you... I'd do that. If you need a big brother to help you do things. I could do that, too. If you felt like you needed someone to talk to and share things that you couldn't share with anyone else. I'd be good for that, as well." Maurice finished with a smile.

Devon thought for a moment, then said, "Then I don't need to see my parents for anything. All it would do is stir up a whole lot of hurt feelings inside me that I need to let go."

"If you ever want to go and do anything, I'm as close as the nearest phone." Maurice said in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood.

"What about now?" Devon asked hopefully.

"Sure. I've got no plans. What would you like to do?" Maurice asked curiously.

"It doesn't matter. I'd just like to get out of the camp for a little bit. We can do whatever you'd like." Devon said as he gathered up his study materials from the table by the window.

"How about the park? I can drive through and get us something to eat and we can hang around there for a while."

"Sure. That sounds great." Devon said, then suddenly stopped.

"Problem?" Maurice asked with concern.

"Um, no. But this might take a minute. I need to find Mr. T and let him know that Trent and Jose are here by themselves." Devon said thoughtfully.

"I'd like to spend a few minutes with them before we leave, if I could. I was also the bailiff in their cases and I'd like to see how they're doing." Maurice said with a smile.

"So, you care about them like you care about me?" Devon asked curiously.

"I was there and heard about what happened to them. So I'm interested to know how they're doing. But I wasn't there when they were hurt. I didn't play a part in getting them help. I've made an emotional investment in you, young man. And, like it or not, I'm going to be hanging around and helping you out."

"I like it." Devon said with a grin, then asked, "Would you like to take Trent and Jose to the park with us? That way you can see for yourself how they're doing."

"That sounds good to me. Why don't you go get them and meet me over at the administration building so I can sign you out."

* * * * *

Cynthia Morrow glanced at the fidgeting boy in the passenger seat and smiled.

"You're really gonna like Amos. He's the kind of kid that adults like, because he's quiet and respectful and stuff like that." Obie said ebulliently.

"I don't know. I think that spirited children are a joy to be around. It tells me more than words that they feel safe and free to be themselves." Mrs. Morrow said introspectively.

"You never got to meet my brother Mike, but him and Amos look almost exactly alike. It's gonna be so great when they can meet each other again. Me and Mike thought that Amos was dead." Obie said frankly.

"Why did you think that?" Mrs. Morrow asked with concern.

"Cause Mom told us so." Obie said simply.

Mrs. Morrow didn't know what to say to that.

"We think that Mom sold Amos for the money to buy drugs, like she tried to do with me." Obie continued.

Mrs. Morrow was shocked by Obie's words, and also by how he spoke of such a horrible thing so casually.

"Are we close? I really wanna see Amos." Obie said as he quickly looked around the residential neighborhood they were traveling through.

"We'll be there in just a minute." Mrs. Morrow said gently as she focused more of her attention on finding the address they were looking for.

* * * * *

"Is this okay?" Lt. Masterson asked as he motioned to a picnic table.

Dylan glanced at Uri to see if he had any objection, then answered, "That's fine."

The crinkle of paper bags sounded as all three of them sat their fast food lunches on the picnic table.

"So, Uri, why don't you tell me about you?" Lieutenant Masterson said casually as he began to unpack his food.

"There is not much to say. I am Israeli by birth, although I do not have documentation to prove it. I was brought to the United States by men who... did many illegal things. The Clan instigated an investigation and I was rescued and brought to Camp Little Eagle." Uri said haltingly and kept his head down in shame.

"It's okay, Uri. Lieutenant Masterson knows that I used to sell it on the streets and he doesn't treat me bad because of it." Dylan said comfortingly.

"It's now that's important. Who you are now. What you're doing now. And right now, I think you should be enjoying that food before it gets cold." Lieutenant Masterson finished with a smile.

"Yes. Thank you." Uri said gratefully, before starting to unwrap his food.

As Dylan was about to take a bite of his battered fish, he felt like someone was watching him and turned to see three younger children frozen in place, staring at him.

"I guess I'll have to get used to that." Dylan said as he set his fish back on the paper wrapper.

"I don't think so." Lieutenant Masterson said consideringly.

Dylan looked at him with an expression of need in his one visible eye.

"I've seen Dr. McCoy do some pretty amazing things over the years. Some of them I'd classify as miracles. Right now, you're hurt. You're at the beginning. But I bet that it won't take too long before the doctors have started to put you back to right, and before long no one will even be able to tell that you were ever hurt." Lieutenant Masterson said speculatively.

"Do you really think so?" Dylan asked hopefully.

"Yeah. You've got the Clan taking care of you, so you aren't going to have to worry about being able to afford the right treatment. And I know that they'll do whatever it takes to get the best doctors in the Federation to take care of you. With that kind of support, I can't see it ending up any other way." Lieutenant Masterson said frankly.

"He is correct." Uri said distantly, then continued, "Regardless of what words have been said, or what promises have been made, I have been witness to the 'actions' of the Clan. They will not rest until you have been fully restored."

"Thanks. I guess I just needed to hear that." Dylan said quietly.

"What would you guys like to do for some fun when we're done eating?" Lieutenant Masterson asked with a smile, wanting to gently steer them to a more cheerful topic of conversation.

"You said something about a movie... do you know what's playing?" Dylan asked cautiously.

"Give me a second." Lieutenant Masterson said as he took out his phone.

Uri and Dylan both began eating again as Lieutenant Masterson looked at the phone's display.

"Well... If you like Hilary Swank, she's got two movies in the theater right now, Million Dollar Baby and Vera Drake." Lieutenant Masterson said as he looked up from his phone to gauge the boys' reactions.

From their matching disinterested stares, he decided to continue, "How about Kill Bill, Volume 2 or Spiderman 2?"

"So, it's the Swanks or the part twos." Dylan said thoughtfully.

"I do not have a preference." Uri said simply.

"Maybe we could do something else." Dylan said with an apologetic look at Lieutenant Masterson.

"How about a trip to the mall? I know that Dylan didn't have anything with him when he arrived. Maybe we could help him get some things so he can get settled in?" Lieutenant Masterson asked with a smile.

"I believe that Sean and Cory were planning on taking Dylan to the mall this weekend." Uri said cautiously.

"Hey, you snooze, you lose. C'mon guys! What do you say?" Lieutenant Masterson asked enthusiastically.

"Sure. Sounds like fun." Dylan said with the beginning of a smile.

"Yes. I believe it will be." Uri finally conceded.

* * * * *

It took a few minutes for the boys to finish what they were doing and get ready to go, but Devon didn't think it was an unreasonable amount of time, and was sure that Officer Bridges wouldn't be upset by having to wait a few extra minutes.

"Did he say where we're going?" Jose asked curiously.

"He said that we might drive through somewhere and stop at the park for a while.

"Then I need my frisbee." Jose said seriously.

"Go get it." Devon said with a nod, then looked down at Trent to see how he was doing.

"Is he g... g... g... going t... t... t...to try and r... r... r... rape us?" Trent asked anxiously.

"No, Trent. He's the bailiff that works with Judge Robison. When I was hurt, he called for an ambulance for me, and then he fixed it with the Judge so I could come here where I'd be safe." Devon said seriously.

"D... d... d... don't leave m... m... m... me with him." Trent said with an expression of pleading in his eyes.

"I promise, Trent." Devon said softly, then smiled as Jose walked back into the room, now wearing a backpack, which Devon assumed contained every outdoor toy that Trent and Jose owned.

"Let's go." Devon said with a smile, then stopped at a knock on the door they were approaching.

* * * * *

Even though they had been packed into the truck like sardines, Ronny, Donny and Paul were nothing but smiles as they arrived at the old, well-used, house.

"Look! Lucy's cleaning out the car, so that means that it's mine now!" Paul said with excitement as he jumped out of the truck, almost before it had stopped in the driveway.

Ronny got out more slowly and stretched to relieve the tension of sitting in the confined space.

"Come on! You've got to see it!" Paul said as he stopped, half-way to the Fiero, urging Ronny and Donny to hurry.

Jerico smiled at his cousin's excitement and walked over to the car, to share in Paul's joy.

After a moment of looking the car over, Donny said, "Pop the hood so I can take a look at the engine."

Paul went to the driver's side and popped the hood, then stood back and watched as Ronny, Donny and Jerico promptly went under the hood to have a look.

"Sweet! Someone's already put a Chevy V8 in here! That'll make this rollerskate worth driving." Donny said happily.

"Nice! Whoever did the conversion knew what they were doing. This thing is tight!" Ronny said in an impressed voice.

"Are you as happy as you look?" Lucy asked, close to Paul's ear, causing him to jump.

After a giggle at being startled, Paul quietly answered, "Yeah. I'm moving out and getting the car, it's like a whole new chapter is opening in my life."

"Just don't forget about me and Mom. We'll still expect to see you around here sometimes." Lucy said with a smile.

"I don't know what's going to happen next, so I can't make any promises, but I'll try to come home on Sunday's to have dinner with the family." Paul said frankly.

Lucy nodded and said, "Me, too. Let's try to make that our family day."

"Of course, Mom may not want us showing up on her day off, expecting her to cook us a big meal." Paul said with a smile at his sister, obviously not believing it to be true.

"Yeah. You just try and stop her." Lucy chuckled.

Paul nodded and smiled as he looked back at the car where three asses were protruding from under the hood.

* * * * *

Obie waited anxiously for the door to be answered as Mrs. Morrow kept a hand on his shoulder to somewhat try and comfort and ease him.

"Hello?" A woman answered cautiously.

"Is this Erin's house? He said I could come by to visit." Obie blurted out.

"Yes. He's in the kitchen. He just got home from school. You must be what he was trying to tell me about just now." The woman said as she stepped back and ushered her visitors inside.

"By the way, I'm Paula Russell." She said as she offered her hand to Mrs. Morrow.

"I'm Cynthia Morrow and this young man with me is Obie." She said with a tender look down at the boy who seemed to be about ready to strike off on his own to find his brother.

"Erin! You have company!" Paula called through a doorway, then looked back at Cynthia and Obie before saying, "You know, I don't think I've ever had to say that, before."

At Cynthia's curious look, she explained, "He's never invited anyone home... Please, come in and have a seat."

Obie looked as though he were about to start growling from the frustrated look on his face, but dutifully walked with Mrs. Morrow to take a seat on the couch.

"You came!" Erin said as he walked into the living room.

"I said I would." Obie said as he stood and walked to Erin to hug him.

Paula's eyes went wide as she watched the younger boy enthusiastically hug her son.

"Mom, I have something to tell you." Erin said shakily as he shifted Obie to his side, still holding him with one arm.

"I bet I can guess." Paula said with glittering eyes as she watched the two boys holding each other so tenderly.

After a moment to screw up his courage, Erin quietly said, "Obie's my brother."

Paula blinked with surprise, then absently said, "That's not what I thought you were going to say."

"Obie says that Micah and him live at a camp outside of town." Erin said imploringly.

"Oh my God. You mean, the Micah that you've been talking about since we adopted you? He's alive?" Paula asked as her legs seemed to give way and she fell heavily into a cushioned chair.

"And my name's really Amos. Obie called me that without me ever telling him." Erin said as he looked his mother in the eyes.

"We thought... When we adopted you, we were told that your family had died. The man who brought you to us, his name was Cecil, he told us that since you were so traumatized, it might be best if we gave you a new name and try to act as if none of your previous life had ever happened. He said that you'd forget in time." Paula said as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Family court workers should know better than that. A child has a right to know their history." Cynthia said gently.

"No. Cecil didn't... um... well... that is to say, we didn't adopt Erin in the usual way. Due to... circumstances... the court probably wouldn't have been inclined to grant any petition that we might have made, so we had to make other arrangements."

"I see." Cynthia said quietly.

"Cecil took care of everything, and in all these years, no one's ever had a problem with any of the legal paperwork he did for us." Paula hurried to explain.

"So, you were told that there was a little boy with no living relatives who needed for someone to care for him. And since you knew that you couldn't adopt by the usual means, you decided to help him however you could?" Cynthia asked speculatively.

"Yes." Paula said as she dabbed at her eyes, then looked at Erin and Obie standing, holding on to each other.

Cynthia followed her gaze and smiled at the two boys who seemed to be waiting for them to do something.

"They don't look like brothers. I mean, they don't have the same hair or eyes." Paula said cautiously.

"We're not all-brothers, we're half-brothers. I don't know who Amos' dad is, but he probably ain't the same as mine. I don't know who my dad is anyway. Knowing our mom, she probably didn't know them either." Obie said frankly.

"But Obie says that Micah is my twin and looks just like me." Erin interjected.

"Yeah. They got the same dad, for sure." Obie said with a nod.

Before anything more could be said, the sound of knocking at the front door interrupted them.

As Paula went to answer it, she muttered, "No one visits for months at a time, then all of a sudden..."

* * * * *

As Joce pulled into her usual parking place, she couldn't help but notice everyone gathered around the cars.

"Did you lock yourselves out?" She asked playfully as she slowly got out of her Toyota.

"I got the Fiero all cleaned out and Paul has the keys. Can we go and get my car now?" Lucy asked hopefully.

"I haven't even had a chance to change out of my work clothes! I'll take you to get the car after dinner." Joce said firmly.

"Mom, I'd like for you to meet Ronny and Donny. They both moved in at the camp today and they said that they'd help me pack my things." Paul said quickly.

"It's nice to meet you, boys. My name is Joce." She said gently.

"I invited them to have dinner with us. That's okay, isn't it?" Paul asked hopefully.

"Yes. Of course, that's fine." Joce said with a smile.

Lucy was glaring at Paul with a very unhappy look.

"You know, if I had help with dinner, we might get to go pick up your car sooner." Joce said casually as she started walking toward the house.

Lucy's expression changed at that, then she dashed past her mother, up the front steps.

* * * * *

"Is Dylan here?" The little boy asked hopefully.

"Sorry, Jason. He got a visitor who took him out to do some things this afternoon." Devon said gently.

"Teddy was wanting to visit with him." Jason K said regretfully.

"I'm Jose, and this is Trent." Jose said to Teddy firmly.

"It's okay, Teddy. They're nice." Jason K assured his timid friend.

"We're going to the park. Do you want to come with us?" Jose asked hopefully.

"Jose, Officer Bridges is taking us, so he's the only one who can invite people along." Devon said firmly.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I guess you can't." Jose said to Jason and Teddy regretfully.

"Don't be sorry, get your butt over to the admin building and ask him if they can come along. I bet he'll say yes." Devon said with a smile.

Jose's eyes went wide, then he dashed away at full speed.

"Is there gonna be room for all of us?" Jason K asked cautiously.

"Yeah. He's got a big silver SUV." Devon said frankly, then motioned for everyone to walk with him.

"Do you go and do stuff with him a lot?" Jason K asked curiously.

"No. This is the first time. But Officer Bridges lives right next door to where I used to live." Devon said seriously, as they walked at a casual pace.

"So, has he been your friend for a really long time?"

"I never talked to him when I was living there... I don't think I ever even saw him. But he was there when I needed someone the most. So, even though it hasn't been too long, I still think he's a really good friend." Devon said with a smile, then saw Jose dash out of the admin building and run toward them at top speed.

"He said yes!" Jose said happily.

"I thought he would." Devon said with a smile as he herded the increasing group of boys toward the admin building.

* * * * *

"Hello?" Paula said hesitantly as she stood in the doorway with her hand still on the door.

"You don't know me none, but our kids is in school together and I guess my boy's been being his usual self and causing yours trouble. Myron gets being an asshole from his dad's side of the family." The woman confided.

"Please, come in. My name is Paula, by the way."

"Oh, right. I'm Karen, and this little asshole punk wannabe is Myron." She said as she guided the boy in with her hand held firmly on the back of his neck.

As soon as Myron was fully in the room he spotted Obie and said, "That's him! That's the guy that told everyone I was queer!"

Karen smacked Myron on the back of the head and said, "We's inside. Quiet down."

Myron looked anxiously at Obie, but didn't say anything more.

"I have to admit, I have no idea what kind of trouble your son is causing, but I think that there are three little boys here who might be able to fix that." Paula said as she looked from one boy to the next.

Obie looked her right in the eyes and said, "Myron's been picking on Amos, I mean, Erin, and calling him a fag and stuff like that. The thing is, Myron's gay. He's probably never told no one, but he is. I guess he calls other people that so no one will look at him and notice that he is."

"But I'm not!" Myron barked.

Karen again smacked him on the back of the head to get him to quiet down.

Obie rolled his eyes, then walked across the room to where Myron was standing at his mother's side and pulled him into a firm kiss.

Everyone watched, stunned at the sight.

Obie had one hand on the back of Myron's head, guiding him to return the kiss. His other hand drifted down Myron's back then stopped and took firm hold of Myron's ass, guiding him to grind, ever so slightly.

When Obie finally released Myron, he quietly said, "A straight guy wouldn't have enjoyed that."

"But I can't be gay." Myron said as tears filled his eyes.

"Sorry. You don't get a choice. I mean, you can choose not to do gay things. And you can choose not to be around gay people and even to hate them if you want. But you don't get to choose if you're gay or straight. That happens all by itself." Obie said regretfully.

"My dad'll kill me." Myron whispered as his tears fell.

"You don't need to worry none about that. By the time your daddy's up for 'good behavior' you'll be out on your own, living your own life. And, knowing your daddy like I do, I'm betting he won't be getting no good behavior. That man could screw up a free lunch." Karen said wearily.

"Obie?" Erin asked as he walked to Myron and Obie hesitantly.

"Yeah?" Obie responded cautiously.

"If you could tell about Myron, just by looking at him, can you tell about me?" Erin asked with hope and fear vying for control of his expression.

After a moment of looking, Obie shook his head and said, "It doesn't work with everyone. Some people, like Myron, I can just look at him and know, without a doubt. Someone like you, I don't know if maybe you're in the middle and could go either way, or if it's not decided yet. But I can't tell."

"So, are you okay with this, Karen?" Paula asked with concern.

"Yeah. It don't make me no never mind. But I hate to think of what it's gonna be like for Myron at school. The school called me and told me to come and get him today because he got 'outed' at lunch and was getting bullied and beaten up by just about everyone in the class." Karen said with the first hint of motherly concern that she had displayed with them.

"I know we just met, but if there's anything I can do to help, please let me know." Paula said seriously.

"Myron's never been well liked, always something of a bully, really. But since his dad got sent to prison... he's been even more of a handful."

Cynthia looked on with concern, regretting that she didn't have any words of wisdom to offer.

"I talked to the people in the office about moving Myron to a different school, but they said that the district don't allow that." Karen said regretfully.

Paula glanced at the clock, then said, "If you can hang around here for just a few more minutes, I might be able to help you with that."

As Karen was about to ask what she was talking about, the front door opened.

* * * * *

"I guess it's time to do what we came here for." Donny said as he started toward the house.

Ronny walked at his side and gave him a curious look.

"To help them pack." Donny clarified.

Ronny nodded as they walked up the front steps.

"What'd you think I meant?" Donny finally asked.

"I don't know about you, but I came for the home cooking." Ronny said with a grin.

"My room's up here." Paul called as he dashed up the stairs ahead of them.

Donny and Ronny shared a smile as they followed, much more slowly.

"See. Here's my fishtank. The Neon Tetra, his name is Leviathan." Paul said as he pointed at something that looked like a piece of a gum wrapper floating in the water. In Ronny's opinion, anything that wouldn't fill a dinner plate, wasn't really a fish.

"The black one with the 'C' shaped tail, her name is Molly. She's a Molly. Oh, and she eats her babies. And since I haven't seen her mate, Roger, in a while, she may eat her husbands, too." Paul said as he squatted to look carefully into the tank.

"Women!" Donny said with a grin at Ronny.

A roll of his eyes was all the response Ronny would give.

"There's another fish with big buggy eyes named Tipton... that's the fish's name, not the eyes." Paul stammered to explain.

Donny and Ronny were both fighting to contain their laughter at this point.

Paul was so sweet and sincere that they wouldn't want to hurt his feelings, but some of his bumbling and stammering was actually funny.

As Donny fought to control his laughter, something caught his eye and he said, "Oh! I see that you're straight!"

"Why do you say that?" Paul asked curiously.

"Because no gay man would be able to stay in a room with window treatments like these." Donny said frankly.

"Then, I guess that means that you're gay. Because no straight man would call those curtains 'window treatments'." Paul said with a self-satisfied smile.

Ronny broke into laughter at the exchange and was soon followed by Paul and eventually even Donny.

* * * * *

"What's going on?" The woman asked as she walked into the living room, like she owned the place.

"Julie, I'd like for you to meet Karen and her son Myron. Myron goes to Erin's school." Paula said carefully.

Julie offered her hand and shook firmly when Karen accepted it. "Julie Morrison."

"A pleasure." Karen said cautiously.

"And over here we have Cynthia Morrow and Obie. Apparently, Obie is Erin's younger brother." Paula said cautiously as she watched for Julie's reaction.

"Are you here to take Erin away from us?" Julie asked firmly.

"No. Obie lives at Camp Little Eagle. I work there. We don't want to take your son away. Just reunite him with his siblings." Cynthia hurried to explain.

"How sure are you, I mean, that they're brothers?" Julie asked as she took a seat in the nearest chair.

"You'll know when you see my brother, Mike. Him and Amos are identical twins." Obie said seriously.

"Micah." Julie said in a resigned whisper.

"What is it?" Paula asked with concern.

"Just what he used to say when we first got him. We always thought he was grieving for the family that he lost, but he was actually calling out for the brother he had been taken from." Julie said regretfully.

"We just believed what we were told." Paula said gently.

"We believed what we wanted to believe. We both knew that Cecil Thompson was up to no good. We were pretty sure that the story he was giving us was a lie. But it got us what we wanted when there was no other way, so we went along with it." Julie said frankly.

After a long silent moment, Karen quietly said, "We should be going."

"No. Please, wait just a moment." Paula said quickly, then turned to Julie and said, "Karen's son was outed at school today, and she's trying to get him into another school as quickly as possible."

"What am I missing?" Julie asked as she looked from Karen to Myron.

"What?" Paula asked in confusion.

"I get that her gay kid is getting bullied. Sorry to hear it. But, what is she doing here?" Julie asked bluntly.

"Oh! She came to apologise for her son picking on Erin at school. I take it that that's what brought about the whole 'outing'." Paula said quickly.

"Myron called Erin a fag. Since I could tell that Myron's gay, I called him on it." Obie said frankly.

"...In the cafeteria." Myron added in a pained voice.

"...at lunch." Erin said with a nod.

"And since then, Myron's been bullied and picked on to the point that they called me to come and get him." Karen said seriously.

"So, it was suggested that Myron might get along better at another school." Paula finished with a smile.

"I work at a camp for abused and abandoned children. I've only just started there, but I could put in a good word for you if you'd like to try that. At least if he went there, I know that his sexual orientation wouldn't be an issue." Cynthia said carefully.

"I guess Paula hasn't told you what I do for a living." Julie said with a smile.

"Do you wrestle?" Obie asked curiously.

Julie laughed at the question, then said, "No. But thanks for the thought. I work at the school district office. And part of my job is to oversee the transfer of students among the schools. I'll give you my business card and you can come by tomorrow and sit down with me and we'll have Myron into another school as soon as possible."

Myron walked a few feet to where Obie and Erin were standing together.

"I'm sorry I was so mean to you. I never hated you or anything." Myron said shyly.

"I'm quiet, so people pick on me a lot, because it's easy." Erin mumbled regretfully.

"Well, anyone's treating you bad and you need someone to talk to them..." Myron started to say.

"I'll call Obie." Erin said with a shy smile as he looked at his younger brother.

Myron was surprised by the statement, but finally nodded and said, "But if your brother's too busy, you can call me and I'll help you. I kinda owe you one."

Erin looked shyly at Myron and smiled as he nodded.

"If you run into any trouble, I'm at Camp Little Eagle." Obie said seriously.

Myron had thought that Obie was talking to Erin and was surprised to find the younger boy focused on him.

"I know some people who are gay and a whole lot more who don't care where you wanna stick your dick. If you ever need help, call me. I'll see that you get the help you need." Obie said seriously.

After a long moment to consider, Myron quietly asked, "But what if I just need someone to talk to about this stuff. I don't understand everything and I'm scared."

"Call me and I'll get you the help you need." Obie said again.

"Say goodbye. I got a late shift tonight, so we gotta get going." Karen said unenthusiastically.

"Bye, Erin. I'm really sorry." Myron said softly.

"I know." Erin said gently.

"Bye, Obie. I'd say that it was nice to meet you except that meeting you was probably the worst thing to ever happen to me in my whole life." Myron said with a weary chuckle.

"When things get bad, just remember one thing..." Obie said seriously.

"What's that?" Myron asked anxiously.

Obie stepped forward and, once again, pulled Myron into a full, deep kiss.

"Look at'em go!" Julie chuckled.

"Little guy's got some moves." Karen said in an impressed voice.

Cynthia checked her watch, and was considering whether or not it was time to intervene.

"Remember that." Obie said as soon as the kiss broke.

Myron was staring wide eyed and trying to catch his breath.

"What you just felt, that's what being gay is all about. If someone calls you a fag or a queer or a homo, just look'em in the eyes and remember what that felt like. You don't have to wave a flag or march in a parade, but don't ever deny who you are." Obie said intensely.

"Okay, Obie. I promise." Myron said firmly.

Obie smiled and said, "I believe you."

Karen put a gentle arm around Myron's shoulders and guided him toward the door.

As they were leaving, Julie asked, "So Obie is Erin's younger brother?"

"Yes." Paula said cautiously.

"I think we should invite him over often."

* * * * *

"Well, this is it." Jerico said as he gestured around his somewhat spartan bedroom.

"I don't think you guys need me. I'm going to get back to helping Paul." Donny said before leaving.

"If you'll get the books, I don't think I'll need help with anything else.

"No problem." Ronny said as he placed the first carry all container by the desk. "So, what's it like, being a Shaman? I have to admit that I don't know much about what it means."

"It's like being a priest, but of Native American beliefs rather than Christian ones." Jerico said simply.

"So... I don't know, right? So that's why I'm asking. What do Native Americans believe about people like me?" Ronny asked hesitantly.

"Not much. I suppose most of what you would encounter today would have to do with how they were raised and the beliefs of their local Shaman, and little to do with the ancient teachings." Jerico said frankly.

"So, there aren't any people like me in your history?" Ronny asked regretfully.

"No! I didn't mean that at all. The Two-Spirit Tradition dates back to the ancient times. The Two-Spirits were respected and believed to be blessed above others with spiritual gifts. What I was trying to say was that in Native American society, today, you're likely to find the same prejudices that you find anywhere else." Jerico quickly explained.

"So, there are really people like me in your tradition?" Ronny asked to confirm.

Jerico looked at the bookcase by his desk and selected a particular book, then handed it to Ronny. "This has quite a bit of good information on the subject."

"Can I look at this now?" Ronny asked hopefully.

"We have all night to pack and I don't have very much stuff. You can take as long as you want." Jerico said with a smile.

Ronny immediately sat down and started reading.

Jerico watched for a moment, then went back to work, packing his clothes.

* * * * *

"Well, since I don't have anything planned for dinner, and we have Erin's brother visiting with us, why don't I take us all out to eat?" Julie asked with a smile at Cynthia and Obie.

"Actually, Obie and I would like to invite the three of you over to Camp Little Eagle to have dinner with us. That way, Erin could finally reunite with his twin brother." Mrs. Morrow said hopefully.

"I have to admit that I'm a little bit nervous about this." Paula said honestly.

"Could we ever deny our son anything, especially the chance to know his blood family?" Julie said in return.

Paula nodded, then turned to Cynthia and said, "Of course we'll accept. I just can't help but worry."

"No matter how this goes, we'll all be there to help the boys through it." Cynthia said as she watched Obie and Erin talking in hushed whispers.

* * * * *

At the call for dinner, Paul, Donny, Ronny and Jerico emerged into the hallway at the same time.

"It smells like Mom made catfish. You're going to love this." Paul said as he hurried down the stairs.

Lucy was setting serving dishes on the table as the boys entered.

"Go ahead and get started dishing. Mom will be here in a minute." Lucy said as she took her seat.

"Is this cucumber salad?" Ronny asked with a smile.

"Yes. I made that. I hope you like it." Lucy said pleasantly.

Ronny took a big helping before handing the dish to Donny.

"So do you guys work at the camp, too? Or do you live there?" Lucy asked curiously.

"I just moved there today." Donny said simply.

"I'm living there until I can figure out what I want to do after high school. Things have been crazy for me for a while, so I haven't had much of a chance to think about it until now." Ronny said honestly.

"If you think about what talents you have, maybe you could focus on finding a job doing something like that." Lucy said consideringly.

"Yeah. But I'm not really good at anything." Ronny said regretfully.

Donny noticed Lucy's friendly smile and how interested she seemed to be in them.

His eyes went wide with realization and he quickly said, "I get that you're into us. But before this goes too far, you should probably know that I'm gay and even though Ronny is a nice guy and everything, you probably don't want to go there. Since he doesn't have a dick."

Lucy was stunned into silence at the declaration.

"Nice cock-block, asshole. And for your information, I do have a dick, I just didn't bring it with me since I didn't think I'd be needing it." Ronny growled.

Lucy looked from one to the other and realized what was happening. "For your information, I'm not interested in teenage 'boys'. I was just trying to be nice to my 'little' brother's friends!"

Ronny and Donny gave her matching incredulous looks, not buying it for a minute.

Joce walked into the room with a large pan of fish and could feel the tension in the room. "Did I miss something?"

Lucy gave an aggravated growl before stomping out of the room.

"I don't know. She's just being overly emotional, or something." Donny said with a shrug.

"Must be that time of the month." Ronny said with a nod, then helped himself to a serving of the catfish.

Paul was looking around in puzzlement, obviously not following along with what had just happened.

Jerico was keeping his head down and fighting to keep his expression neutral as he ate his dinner, internally laughing himself silly.

Donny glanced over at Ronny and quietly said, "She's totally into us."

Ronny nodded as he continued to enjoy his food.

* * * * *

"This place is beautiful." Paula said as she looked at the camp nestled in the middle of a thick wooded area.

"The cafeteria is over there." Obie said as he urged his brother to walk faster.

The three women followed with indulgent smiles.

* * * * *

"There's Mike!" Obie said happily and dragged Erin even faster across the room.

The three women slowed and watched from a distance, silently holding their collective breath.

"Mike!" Obie called as he approached.

"Obie! I was beginning to worry about you." Mike said as he turned in his seat and froze.

For a moment, Mike felt like he was in a dream, since the only time in the past six years that he had seen Amos was when he was dreaming.

Just as quickly as the feeling had washed over him, it was gone. Mike launched himself from his seat and pulled Amos into a firm hug.

Obie watched for a moment with a huge smile plastered across his face, then finally, he turned back to the three women who had brought them.

"Where you going, Obie?" Mike asked as he held his twin tightly.

"You guys need some twin time. I'll be over here with Erin's moms whenever you're done." Obie said contentedly.

Mike debated within himself for a moment, but finally agreed and guided Amos to walk with him back to the Cabin 3 table.

* * * * *

"You did a very good thing today." Cynthia whispered to Obie.

"I did lots of good things today. But I think that Micah and Amos getting to be together turned out the best." Obie said happily.

"What else did you do?" Cynthia asked curiously.

"I got Myron to admit who he really is. And even though he might not be really happy about it right now, I bet that it won't be long before he's a whole lot happier than he ever was before because he doesn't have to hide it anymore." Obie said honestly.

"Yes. You certainly seemed to enjoy kissing him. Do you like him?" Cynthia asked with a smile.

"No. Not really. I'm just a good kisser. Donny said I was, and he'd know. So when Myron was standing there about to tell us how gay he's not, I figured I'd prove to him and everyone else how gay he is." Obie said with a smile.

"You managed to do that." Cynthia chuckled.

"I hope he's okay." Obie said with concern.

"He knows how to get in touch with you if he needs help or has any questions, right?" Cynthia asked gently.

"Yeah. I made sure he knew that." Obie said seriously.

"Then I think that's all you can do." Cynthia said honestly.

Obie slowly nodded as he thought about all the varied happenings since he woke up that morning and finally said, "It's been a good day."

To Be Continued...

Editor's Notes:

I am so happy to see a new chapter of Camp Little Eagle.

I had either read the first part of it, or had it read to me by MM, I honestly can't remember which it was, but it has been a long time.

I loved the meeting of Obie and Myron. Poor Myron had been so sure he wasn't gay, and Obie was able to convince him that he was, indeed, gay.

For those of you who are reading other Multimapper stories, if you haven't done so yet, I suggest you read a story called Princess. If you have already read Princess, then this meeting today shouldn't be as much of a surprise as it might be to those who haven't read Princess.

I usually don't spend time promoting other stories when I am doing Editor's Notes, but in this case, since Myron plays a pretty big role in that story, I figured you might appreciate a heads up about it.

I really like Lt. Masterson, and I think having him interested in the boys is a very nice thing. I do have to wonder whether he is interested in flying rodents, or possibly in playing Softball or Baseball or even Cricket.

Some of you who grew up either in the late fifties, or early sixties will get that reference. There were a lot of TV shows that were westerns, one of which was called, "Bat Masterson" I know that was quite a stretch.

Devon has a very good friend in Maurice, doesn't he? Maurice is certainly a nice person, and he is really concerned for Devon, and he is being nice to the other kids, too.

Let's just say that there is a whole lot more information that will find its way into a chapter near you, so I would advise you to stay tuned and be ready for lots more.

Don't be shy, and please, do me a favour; drop a line to MultiMapper and let him know that you are reading the stories. Please remember that your comments and encouragement are the only things that the authors receive for writing the stories, and feedback goes a long way toward inspiring the authors to continue their stories.

There are two forums available for posting public comments, and of course, there is always the option of sending MM an email.

Thanks for reading. Until next time, my work is done.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher