BLUE STONE AND RAVEN (Part 3 of 3 Parts)

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Oh, oh! Is it about to happen? Will Blue Stone permit Raven to “change his life forever?” The plainsman’s batting average is pretty good so far. So let’s take a look at the final installment.

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BLUE STONE AND RAVEN

The plains youth drew closer. Raven moved his lips over every part of Blue Stone’s face as if he were seeing with his mouth. Chills ran up and down Blue Stone’s backbone.

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When Raven leaned back on the blanket and nodded, Blue Stone went as slowly as his excitement would permit. He sampled every part of that hard, muscled body he could. He explored the deep belly button and twisted his tongue in the soft, black hair at the root of Raven’s staff. The Cotanee’s hands moved him to his core, and Blue Stone performed his act of adoration once again, gently bringing his lover to a climax. The thought struck him as strange. His lover. Why did he not feel shame? Why did the act give him joy? He only knew the truth of it, not the why of it.

Afterward, they bathed again before sitting in the shade and discussing Raven’s travels. Beyond this place, he found more rocky mountains with less food and forage. Great serpents lay coiled atop stones and strange lizards with bright, beaded skin waddled slowly out of the way of Whisper’s hooves. When Raven looked down upon a broad, endless plain with no visible life, he turned back.

During the hottest part of the day, Blue Stone slept in Raven’s arms, his slumber deep and peaceful. He woke when Raven stirred. They donned their moccasins and raced naked across the floor of the canyon. Blue Stone was fleeter, but Raven had greater stamina.

As evening came, Raven laid Blue Stone on his back and explored his body with gentle hands before covering him. The Pueblo youth’s lingering doubts fled into the night as Raven made love, capturing not just his body and his heart, but his very soul.

At length, the handsome warrior muttered something in his own tongue and spasmed in one final, mighty thrust. Then Raven relaxed, cloaking Blue Stone’s body with his own, his flesh warm, comforting. Blue Stone knew what his lover would say even before the words flowed from his mouth.

“Blue Stone, you came to me believing I was a supernatural and mave wonderful offerings to me. When I convinced you I was but a mortal, you willingly serviced me again. Despite my protestations that nothing would be the same, you gave me your fundament to seed with my sperm. You are mine now. Even though I return to my people far to the east, you are mine. Even though you cannot come with me, you are mine… as surely as I am yours. Because we have lain together, we both now understand better who we are. I am one who can take pleasure in a man’s body; you take pleasure in giving your body to a man.”

The handsome warrior paused briefly. “How beautiful you are, Blue Stone. Tonight I will mate with you once more, but tomorrow I must leave. Whisper is anxious to return home. When I am gone, you must go to this Ram Horn and gift him with your special beauty. Allow him to be a man for you, a lover for you.”

“But he may not wish it,” Blue Stone protested. “He may cast me aside, denounce me even.”

The Cotanee studied him intently. “Perhaps. But if he is worth the risk, then take it. Otherwise, you may miss a chance to love.”

“It won’t matter,” Blue Stone murmured, drawing Raven to him. “I will always have the memory of our love to sustain me,” he added, glorying in the touch of the magnificent, bronzed, young warrior.

In truth, Blue Stone was half-convinced the god-like youth had watched as a feathered raven from atop a stunted piñon while he and Ram Horn labored in the fields two days past.

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Promises made and promises kept. But alas, the plainsman is returning to the plains, and the farmer will… do what? Approach Ram Horn? If so, how will the young Pueblo receive him? Perhaps that’s worth a story in the future. Let me know if you think so.

Don Travis’ next BJ Vinson mystery series novel, The Voxlightner Scandal has been scheduled for release on November 19, 2019. You’ll remember he’s my fellow Okie author. The following is a buy link to Voxlightner:  http://www.dsppublications.com/books/upcoming-releases-c

Now my continuing plug (read plea) for my own work. Amazon permits you to read a short passage of my novels, Cut Hand and Johnny Two-Guns. I also believe the STARbooks-published River Otter, Echoes of the Flute, and Medicine Hair are still up. I sure would like to get the final book in the Cut Hand Series, Wastelakapi… Beloved, published, but it’ll take some help from readers to get Dreamspinner interested.

My contact information is provided below in case anyone wants to drop me a line:

Website and blog: markwildyr.com

Email: markwildyr@aol.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/mark.wildyr

Twitter: @markwildyr

The following are buy links for CUT HAND:

DSP Publications: https://www.dsppublications.com/books/cut-hand-by-mark-wildyr-420-b

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cut-Hand-Mark-Wildyr-ebook/dp/B073D86RWV

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/book/cut-hand/id1256084273

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/cut-hand-2

And now my mantra: Keep on reading. Keep on writing. You have something to say, so say it!

Until next time.

Mark

New posts at 6:00 a.m. on the first and third Thursdays of the month.

BLUE STONE AND RAVEN (Part 2 of 3 Parts)

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Are you ready for the second installment of Raven’s and Blue Stone’s story of discovery? I can hardly wait to see what happens next. Oh, yeah! I wrote it, so I already know. Here’s the second installment to let you in on a little more of it.

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BLUE STONE AND RAVEN

          At the end of the fourth day following his encounter with Raven, Blue Stone claimed the need for spiritual guidance, and announced his intent to seek another vision. His mother must have wondered what sort of vision her son sought since he departed with a sack of food rather than seeking spirituality from physical deprivation.

          When he arrived at the remote waterhole, Blue Stone suffered a bitter disappointment. Raven was not there. Deciding to make camp and wait, Blue Stone erected a lean-to from rocks, a few crooked sticks, and a blanket to break the force of the sun. After he ate and bathed, he slept.

          Early the next morning he woke to find Raven watching from astride Whisper a lazy rock’s throw away. “I was afraid you would not come,” the Pueblo boy said.

          “I gave my word. Have you thought on what we did and what I said?”

          “Yes. Endlessly,” Blue Stone responded, standing boldly before the young plainsman. “I would taste you again first, and then I will do whatever you ask. I will be woman to your man.”

          “So be it,” Raven said, leaping from his horse and clasping Blue Stone by the shoulders briefly. "But first, I will tend my pony and wash myself.”

          “Tend your pony, Warrior, but I will wash you and feed you. Then I will feast upon you.” Blue Stone did not quite believe the boldness of his words.

          He watched curiously as Raven curried his handsome spotted mount with a handful of weeds and grass and came to understand the importance of the pony when the beast was allowed to water before Raven slaked his own thirst.

          When Whisper nuzzled Blue Stone’s chest, Raven nodded approvingly. “You should be honored. He does not accept mortals well. He’s too haughty. Knows he’s better than most of us.”

          “Do you think I could learn to ride him?”

          “He doesn’t let just anyone ride him. You’d have to be strong and confident. He won’t put up with timid riders.”

           Apparently, Blue Stone was a timid rider, or perhaps he was distracted by Raven’s hand on his butt boosting him aboard the pony. At any rate, Whisper simply shrugged him into the waterhole. He rose sputtering and indignant. Ignoring Raven’s delighted laughter, Blue Stone climbed upon a rock and seated himself again. He rolled in the canyon’s dirt this time, turning into a mud ball, but it took longer for Whisper to dislodge him. He was thrown four times before the pony decided Blue Stone was worthy of his back. Thereafter, the beast ignored his timid hold on the reins and walked to a thin stand of grass, burying his nose in it. It was enough. Blue Stone had ridden the four-legged.

          When Raven clapped Blue Stone on the back and made fun of his riding style, Blue Stone had no compunction about tumbling the youth in the dirt. They roughhoused, feeling one another out, establishing a pecking order. The farmer gave the warrior more of a battle than expected. They finished their play at the edge of the waterhole.

          Sobering, Blue Stone pulled his stores from a cotton sack, and they ate. It was Blue Stone’s turn to laugh at the face Raven made upon tasting the hot Spanish peppers for the first time. The Cotanee lay in the pool for a time cooling his tongue in the water while Blue Stone chortled.

          After their meal, the Pueblo boy unfastened Raven’s breechcloth. When the warrior was naked, Blue Stone took soap weed from his bag and covered Raven with suds from head to toe. When they were both clean, Blue Stone led Raven to a blanket spread beneath the crude shelter where Raven drew him close. Naked flesh touching naked flesh stole Blue Stone’s breath.

          At his gasp, Raven spoke. “Have you never lain with anyone?” Blue Stone, his face against the hollow of Raven’s neck, muttered a denial. “No girls? No boys?”

          “No, but I have this one friend, Ram Horn. He’s handsome like you are. I think about him like I do you, but we never do anything about it.”

          “Would you like to do for him what you did for me?”

          “If you were gone from my life,” Blue Stone said, “then I would like to do it for him.”

          “Is this Ram Horn handsome? Well-formed?”

          Blue Stone nodded into his shoulder. “Yes. But not as handsome and well-formed as you, Raven.”

*****

So Raven kept his promise to return. He’s kept one vow, how about the other? To lie like a man with his woman and change Blue Stone’s life forever. If he does, will Blue Stone permit it? Regret it? Glory in it? And if it’s the latter, what does the future hold to the two young men from enemy tribes? Come for a look-see on October 3 to find out.

Don Travis’ next BJ Vinson mystery series novel, The Voxlightner Scandal has been scheduled for release on November 19, 2019. You’ll remember he’s my fellow Okie author. The following is a buy link to Voxlightner:  http://www.dsppublications.com/books/upcoming-releases-c

Now my continuing plug (read plea) for my own work. Amazon permits you to read a short passage of my novels, Cut Hand and Johnny Two-Guns. I also believe the STARbooks-published River Otter, Echoes of the Flute, and Medicine Hair are still up. I sure would like to get the final book in the Cut Hand Series, Wastelakapi… Beloved, published, but it’ll take some help from readers to get Dreamspinner interested.

My contact information is provided below in case anyone wants to drop me a line:

Website and blog: markwildyr.com

Email: markwildyr@aol.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/mark.wildyr

Twitter: @markwildyr

The following are buy links for CUT HAND:

DSP Publications: https://www.dsppublications.com/books/cut-hand-by-mark-wildyr-420-b

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cut-Hand-Mark-Wildyr-ebook/dp/B073D86RWV

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/book/cut-hand/id1256084273

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/cut-hand-2

And now my mantra: Keep on reading. Keep on writing. You have something to say, so say it!

Until next time.

Mark

New posts at 6:00 a.m. on the first and third Thursdays of the month.