Wayne looked worried as his twin walked past without even noticing his
presence, much less acknowledging him.
Wes’ head was dipped, shoulders hunched and he presented an overall
picture of dejection. He had been quiet throughout the wedding last weekend; in
fact he had kept pretty much to himself the past couple of weeks, hardly saying
anything to anyone.
Wayne smiled when a big hand descended on his shoulder and squeezed. “Oh
hi, Samuel,” he said, leaning back into the older man. “Didn’t see you come
up.”
Samuel wrapped one arm across Wayne’s chest and pulled him close. It had
taken a while but Samuel had finally begun to lose his self-consciousness about
such public displays of affection. There had been a time when he would have
flushed if they had been seen just holding hands, but now he thought nothing of
hugging his partner in full view of the others. Kissing though; now that was a
harder hurdle to cross. Samuel had seen other couples do it openly since coming
here, but he still felt a shy reluctance about kissing Wayne when others were present.
Samuel looked around and saw that they were quite alone. He leaned down
and gave Wayne a quick peck on the cheek, then turned the young man around and
planted another one on his lips. “You
are worried about your brother?”
Wayne snuggled against Samuel’s chest. Ever since the wolf hunt well over a
month ago, Wayne had been more clingy than usual and he noticed that Samuel too
had been more open in his affections. He had been surprised when Samuel had not
only pulled him close but also petted him openly during firesides. And at the
slightest opportunity, they would disappear into the woods for some private
recreation. Things were going very well between them indeed, which made it all
the sadder for Wayne to see his twin so distraught and unhappy.
“Have you talked to Nathan?”
Wayne asked. “Can’t you find out what happened?”
Samuel shook his head slowly, putting Wayne at arms’ length so they
could look at one another. “No, my pet, I told you already that I will not
broach the subject with Nathan unless he brings it up. This is a private matter
between him and your brother and he would not appreciate my interference.”
“But what if he needs someone to talk to?”
“Then he knows how to approach me or whoever he feels comfortable
talking to. I am always willing to listen and he knows that without me having
to say so. I am sure he would not appreciate me barging in on his privacy
uninvited,” Samuel said firmly as they had had this conversation several times
already.
“But what if he does not know? What if he is waiting for you to say
something first? What if ...”
Wayne got no further as Samuel swatted him smartly on the side of his
thigh. “Wayne, hush! We’ve been through this and I am not arguing with you on
this subject again. Enough said!”
Wayne pouted but knew he would only be pushing Samuel too far by
pursuing the subject. “Oh alright, but I just want to say that you are being
very unreasonable. What if I am right and you are.... “
This time Wayne gave a shout as Samuel assaulted him in quite another
way. “Alright, alright,” Wayne gasped as he tried to escape Samuel’s
tickling fingers. “I’ll shut up. I promise no more! No more!”
Levi and Gille had become quite good friends over the past weeks. Their
shared adventure in fishing and the catch of a crate of rum had cemented the
friendship. Levi kindly helped Gille with his reading and writing skills and in
return Gille regaled Levi with stories of his life on the streets and the many
things he’d seen. Levi had been raised the son of a wealthy man and had been
sheltered all of his life; even now Troy
sheltered him from so much.
Each morning Levi stood in the field with his hoe in hand watching as
Gille went off to work on the lodge.
Weeding Walker’s vegetable patch seemed so boring in comparison to the
work of construction. On a calm day the often occasionally heard faint sound of hammers and saws
and the shouts of the men as they worked together to create their new home
seemed to Levi an interesting and exciting way to spend the day.
He’d discussed his desire to join the construction team with Troy and had been given an
out and out ‘no’ for an answer. He was told his seizures made him a poor
candidate for working around the dangerous tools and the moving of heavy logs.
So he continued to spend his mornings weeding and his afternoons working
alongside his husband. At least he rarely had to do the laundry, although now and again he’d wonder if it would be an improvement over garden work. Troy had been assigned the duty of making sure the fresh
water supply and piles of firewood were maintained. Thank heavens there were
plans to dig a well at the site of their new home as it would make the daily
treks to the lake redundant.
Gille enjoyed the physical labour involved in working on the construction of the
lodge and he was very pleased with the skills he learned each day. However, he
felt a bit alone amongst the work crew. Sure they were all friendly, but he
just didn’t feel he fit in with many of the older men he was assigned to work
with. He longed for the lightness of companionship he’d share with the other
younger guys, most especially Levi. He had never had a best friend before and
now that he had one, he wanted to work alongside him.
Lakota had been encouraging Gille to make friends and was very pleased that he and Levi had become so close. The doctor
watched with pride how hard his young partner worked at both his studies and
his new occupation. He’d praised Gille for his efforts and also reminded him
that he should show his appreciation to those who had helped him in achieving
his new skills.
So it was, that when Levi expressed his interest in construction and had
told Gille that Troy wouldn’t go along with him joining the team, Gille began
to think that he could teach Levi some building skills as Levi had been
teaching him reading. He thought this would be a very good way to show his
gratitude. Once Levi proved to Troy that he
could handle the tools and work without getting hurt, Troy would surely let his husband join the
construction team, thus making Levi happier in his work and giving Gille the
companionship he longed for.
‘Yes,’ Gille thought, ‘it would be the perfect solution for all.’ Now he
had only to figure out a way to do this without Troy finding out what they were
up to. Gille knew that Levi was expected to go back to the camp site with Troy
each day after they were finished with their field work. What reason could they
tell to the school teacher that would allow his partner to stay behind?
The answer suddenly came to him. He’d overheard Troy talking to Levi
just the other day when classes had ended for the week. The older man had been
concerned that Levi was overdoing things and had sent him off for a nap.
Perhaps he and Levi could convince Troy that it would be good for Levi to go
swimming with Gille after they finished for the day, allowing him to relax
rather than stressing over other matters. Then when they were out of Troy ’s sight, Gille could
begin teaching his friend some of the carpentry skills he had learned.
When the lunch break came, Gille went to talk to Levi and carefully
explained what he’d been thinking and how they could pull it off. “So what do
you think?” Gille asked when he had spoken his piece.
Levi thought through Gille’s plan and though he was reluctant to lie to Troy , he certainly wanted to
give this a try. “Okay, let’s go for it. I’ll go and talk to Troy now. But what of Lakota; won’t he be
expecting you to come back to camp when all the other construction workers
return?”
Gille frowned. He hadn’t considered that. “Do you think we could ask Troy to let him know of
our plans to go swimming?”
Troy was somewhat reluctant to agree to Levi going swimming with Gille
and the others after work, but he remembered that Lakota had made him promise
to allow his younger partner some more freedoms. So after giving a stern
lecture about staying away from the rocks and being careful, he agreed to the
venture.
Wes could not decide which part of the day was worse: the mornings
without Nathan lying beside him or mealtimes when he had to watch Nathan talk or
eat with someone else at another table or the nights when he lay awake for
hours wondering what had gone wrong.
Late morning and already sighing for the hundredth time that day, Wes
made his way slowly down the trek that led to the swimming hole, currently his
one place of solace. For one thing, Nathan never came here and for another,
Hendrik would likely be there to swim as a way to cool off and clean up before
the noon meal. He heard splashes before the water came into sight and he smiled
at Hendrik as he rounded the corner.
Without a word he shed his clothes and walked into the pool, delighting
in the coolness of the water. There had been a time he had felt awkward
swimming in the nude with another man, but he had come to know Hendrik pretty
well these last few weeks and there was an easy understanding between them.
Besides, Hendrik thought nothing of their nudity and his casual manner made it
easy for Wes to dispel any lingering shyness.
Hendrik swam over lazily and grinned at Wes. “I thought you weren’t
coming today. It’s still hot enough to swim but it won’t last forever, so best
to make the most of it while we can.”
The ex-rancher was such a charmer; good looking, nice manners, great
personality and so at ease that Wes was able to relax and forget his troubles
for a little while. Wes sighed and for the first time that day felt a little
happier. At the pool, he could pretend he was in another place.
As he chatted with Hendrik about the weather, the animal sounds they
heard, the progress of the lodge and the crops in the field, he slowly felt the
tightness in his chest lessen. He even managed a grin at one of Hendrik’s
jokes.
Hendrik squinted upwards and said, “I figure we’ll have enough time to
work on a little tan before we head to the mess tent. Wanna sunbathe for a bit?
I brought two towels.” He waited expectantly for Wes’ response, his eyes
smiling warmly.
“Sure,” Wes said, shrugging his shoulders. Activity of any kind was
good. He didn’t have to think and brood as long as he was doing something or
talking to someone.
Hendrik spread out both towels and the two men laid down side by side.
Hendrik moaned slightly and then turned his head to look at Wes. “Hey Wes, can
I ask you a question?”
Wes stiffened. He lived in constant fear of anyone asking him about
Nathan. He couldn’t talk about it; it hurt too much. Steeling himself, he said
as lightly as he could, “Depends on the question.”
Hendrik raised himself on his elbow and rested his head in the palm of
his hand. “It’s pretty obvious something has happened between you and Nathan.
Are you two ... that is…. well, it’s rather difficult to keep things hidden
when we are all confined to this tiny island.”
Wes swallowed uncomfortably. He was lying on his stomach, his newfound
confidence about his nudity not quite extending to exposing himself so openly
by lying on his back. He kept his eyes averted from Hendrik, staring at the
blades of grass in front of him. “Yeah, the island’s not overly large.”
Hendrik was unabashed by Wes’ reply. “I mean, there are just us guys
here and everyone is bound to know when something like this happens. Like Kelby
and Quentin, I bet everyone thought they had something going on even though
nothing ever came of it. Look, what I want to say is, you don’t have to feel ill at ease, at least not with me.”
A lump formed in Wes’ throat. Slowly he turned his head and looked into
Hendrik’s green eyes. “Thanks.”
Hendrik’s lips curled into a smile. “Hey, we are friends, aren’t we? I
can see you are much more relaxed when you come here than when you are back at
camp.”
Wes’ eyes became brooding as he pondered on his answer. “You are right,
I do feel better here. It is hard to avoid Nathan at camp and it can get
awkward.” He flushed at how pathetic his words must sound.
Hendrik picked it up without difficulty. “I wouldn’t worry too much
about what people say. You can’t stop them from talking, assuming they are so
inclined to do so.”
Wes was silent and after a long pause, Hendrik softly commented, “I lost
a partner before and I understand how hard it is.”
Wes’ lashes flickered and he stared at Hendrik. “Before you came here?”
“Yes, and sometimes it seems like a lifetime ago.” Hendrik sounded sad,
so Wes automatically reached out to touch him. Hendrik mischievously snagged
Wes’ wrist and pulled him over. Wes was startled into a grunt and a bark of
laughter, and suddenly their naked bodies were touching and their faces were
inches away from one another.
Neither spoke. Hendrik moved closer and ran a finger down Wes’ cheek,
tracing his jaw-line. They could hear one another’s breathing; feel the heat
from one another’s naked bodies. Wes stayed very still as Hendrik leaned into
him; he didn’t respond but neither did he shy away.
The kiss lasted not more than five seconds. Then Wes was pushing Hendrik
firmly away, his lashes dropping over his eyes in embarrassment. “No,” he
whispered.
Hendrik smiled easily and pulled back, rolling onto his own towel. He
let out a small sigh. “It’s no big deal. I am not offended. Just that I thought
we could enjoy ourselves a bit, no strings attached. But I understand.”
Wes turned his eyes away, his lips burning with guilt. After a moment’s
silence, Wes glanced at Hendrik. “I have never felt this way. Before I came
here, I had lots of relationships but none of them mattered like this.”
Hendrik leaned his head on his folded arms and looked sideways at Wes.
Because the other man did not push him to continue, Wes found a way to
finally get things off his chest. “Nothing has been this hard in my life. I
feel the pain all the time but I can’t get a hold of it and I can’t make it
better. I don’t even know how to make it better.”
Hendrik’s eyes flickered with a touch of sadness. “I know,” he murmured.
“Do you? I don’t even know what happened between us or who is to blame.”
Hendrik regarded Wes solemnly. After a long silence, he muttered, “Well
Nathan is still here. You still have a chance to make things right. At least
you have that.”
Wes put his head down on his folded arms and for a few brief second felt a ray of hope as he privately acknowledged that there was truth ion Hendrik’s comments.
Wes put his head down on his folded arms and for a few brief second felt a ray of hope as he privately acknowledged that there was truth ion Hendrik’s comments.
“Hello, Nathan,” Quentin greeted as he lifted the flap and entered the
tent. He was carrying a couple of shirts and held them up. “If it’s alright
with you, I thought I’d work in here today rather than the mess tent. Even
though I lack your proficiency, I hope I’ve been of assistance to you.”
“You most certainly have. I appreciate any help I get with what appears
to be a never-diminishing quantity of mending that needs doing.” Nathan’s laugh
didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Quentin sat down on the only available makeshift chair and began threading
a needle. He glanced surreptitiously at the other man and sadly shook his head
at the very noticeable air of melancholy surrounding the community’s tailor.
“You know, Nathan, it might help to talk about it. A wise friend said
similar words to me not too long ago and I found them to be true.” Quentin
spoke in a laid-back manner as he focused on the job at hand. He wanted to give
his friend an opening, but he had no intentions of brow-beating Nathan into
doing something he was uncomfortable with.
Nathan grunted. “I’m not doing a very good job at keeping my misery a
secret, am I? It’s why I spend as much time as I can in here. But it’s not
helping,” he honestly admitted. “Thing is, I don’t know exactly what happened.
Somehow, I failed the most important person in my life and I have no idea how
to make amends.”
“I think it all boils down to communication or the lack there of.”
Quentin concentrated on making small stitches to the ripped seam he was
repairing. His voice was neutral when he finally responded. “I certainly
learned that the hard way. I believe all of us arrived here emotionally damaged
to some degree. Each of us reached out to one another for support and
friendship. For many of us, that camaraderie developed into love and those most
fortunate found their life-partners. A handful of us haven’t yet been blessed
with finding our soul mates.”
Quentin was silent for a moment or two as he gazed into space. He
couldn’t help but think of a special young man whose companionship he still
missed desperately. He cleared his throat and continued. “It was a lack of
communication that caused me to hurt someone I cared deeply for, but who was
never meant to be the love of my life regardless of how much we may have wished
for it to be so.”
He studied the other man for several minutes in silence, each caught up
in their own thoughts. “Exactly how do you feel about young Wes?” Quentin was
bold enough to softly inquire. “You need not answer if it distresses you,
Nathan.”
“I still love him with all my heart,” Nathan whispered despairingly. “It
is all I can do to get up every day only to face it without him, knowing he is
no longer mine. I had so hoped we’d build a life together; dream, laugh, cry,
work and play together, and grow old together. I dreamt of going to sleep with
him in my arms each night and waking each morning with him beside me. But
somehow all that is lost for reasons I am unable to comprehend.”
“Go after your dream, Nathan,” Quentin urged; his whole demeanour
suddenly animated and urgent. “Your young man is still here and from all
appearances is as miserable as you are. Don’t waste any more time and don’t let
the opportunity go. You need to make the first move. Wes is younger than you. He is too confused, lost
and wretched to even consider approaching you.” Quentin paused, wondering if he
had gone too far. “I will say no more on the subject except to wish you well,
my friend.”
“Thank you, Quentin,” was Nathan’s heartfelt reply. “Your advice is
sound and I will most certainly give it every consideration,” he solemnly
promised.
Quentin nodded and placed a hand on the other man’s slumped shoulder.
“Good; and while you’re doing that why don’t you join us all for the noon meal.
I just heard the clanking from the mess tent, summoning everyone.”
When quitting time arrived, the majority of the men headed back to the
campsite with some heading off to the swimming hole to cool down and wash away
the day’s worth of sweat. Gille and Levi saw Troy off and began walking along the path
that led to the pond. Once they were sure Troy had lost sight of them, they
turned back towards the lodge site.
Gille showed Levi to the storage shed that had been constructed to hold
all the tools. He gathered an assortment of hammers, saws, chisels, axes, and
such for them to carry over to where a log was waiting to be notched out for
fitting into the new structure.
“This log has already been cut to length and the bark all trimmed away.
What we have to do next is to notch out near the ends here. We do one on each
side of the log and then go down to the other end and notch it as well. We have to be careful that the two sides
align at both ends or it won’t fit properly against the one next to it. Understand?” Gille asked his friend.
Levi nodded his head. “Yeah I understand what you mean, but I don’t know
if I am actually able do it,” he added with a laugh.
Gille went on to carefully demonstrate each step of the first notch then
encouraged Levi to attempt the first part of the second notch. Levi raised the
axe as Gille had shown him and brought it down with a thud against the hard
wood. He was beyond pleased when a satisfying crack formed in the correct spot.
He proceeded to do the rough chop in good fashion for a man who had never held
an axe before.
They continued working on the log, using the other tools to finish the
notch to its precise size. Gille marked off the area for the next notch and
stepped aside as Levi raised the axe. Gille noticed at the last second that
Levi’s stance would bring the tool down in the wrong place. “Stop! Levi,
you need to move,” he yelled.
At the sound of his friend’s voice yelling at him to stop, Levi swung
around to look at him, not realising he was swinging the axe with him until the
butt of it came into solid contact with
the side of Gille’s head. The young carpenter went down hard from the impact
and did not move.
“Gille!” Levi shouted as he dropped the axe to the ground and knelt by
his friend’s side. Blood was oozing from a gash just above the fallen man’s
temple and he made no response to Levi’s frantic pleas for him to open his eyes
or move. Levi placed his hand over Gille’s chest and was relieved to feel it
moving as he breathed. He looked frantically around the small valley where they
were building the lodge but no one else was to be seen. It was getting late and
the others would be at the campsite preparing for the evening meal.
He was torn between wanting to stay with his friend who may need him and
going for help. In desperate hope that someone might be near enough to hear
him, Levi stood and yelled as loudly as he could. “Help! Someone please, I need
HELP!” He called out several times but no one appeared. He tried to lift Gille
up into his arms in hopes of carrying him to the camp, but the young man had
put on weight since his arrival here. Between the good food and physical
labour, Gille had filled out quite a bit. Levi gently lowered Gille back to the
ground, knowing it was impossible to carry him.
Levi removed his shirt and with strength he did not know he possessed,
he tore several strips off it to wrap around the bleeding wound then balled up
the rest of the shirt and placed it carefully under Gille’s head. He brushed
the blood soaked curls off the injured man’s pale face. “Gille, I don’t know if
you can hear me but I have to go and get help. I’ll be back as soon as
possible. Please don’t move.” He ensured Gille was positioned as comfortably as
possible then set out running towards the campsite.
In the mess tent, Troy had packed up the books from the history lesson he’d just finished teaching. This class was mostly attended by the older men who
had an interest in such things. Lakota and Thomas took time to thank the
teacher for giving his time to share his knowledge with them. While they were
speaking, Troy
became aware of a voice in the distance. He looked to the other men. “Do you
hear that? I thought I heard someone calling for help.”
They all walked out of the tent and listened carefully. “There, I heard
it too,” Thomas said. “It sounds like it’s coming from down towards the valley.
Let’s go.”
“If they are calling for help, they may need medical assistance. I’ll
get my bag and join you,” Lakota said as he ran towards the infirmary
tent.
Thomas and Troy
set off down the path with the doctor only a minute or two behind them. They were
three quarters of the distance to the building site when they spotted Levi
running towards them.
Levi saw the men and yelled out. “Please hurry! It’s Gille, he’s hurt!”
The young man turned and headed back to where his friend lay.
Though he was trailing behind, when Lakota heard Levi exclaim that Gille
had been injured he managed to move faster than he believed possible. By the
time the men entered the clearing, the doctor had caught up with them. “Where
is he?” Lakota demanded.
Levi, though nearly breathless, managed to lead them to the scene of the
accident, the whole time praying that Gille would be alright. When they got
there, Gille was waking and struggling to sit up. “Thank God,” Levi whispered
when he saw his friend moving.
“I’m fine. It’s my fault; I could have killed him. Oh please, Troy ; let him be okay.”
Levi was shaking like a leaf but all Troy
could do was hold him tightly and whisper calming words as they waited to hear
what the doctor had to say.
Lakota knelt down beside his lover. “Lay back now, Gille,” he
instructed, gently lowering his partner down. “Just be still and let me look
you over.”
“My head hurts,” Gille groaned out. “I feel dizzy.”
“Hush,” Lakota instructed as he set about examining the most important
person in his world. He carefully stripped away the rough bandaging Levi had
created and looked at the bleeding wound. Though deep, the cut was not too long
and would take only half dozen or so stitches to close. He put a clean compress
over it and wrapped it up with fresh gauze.
Lakota looked into each of the younger man’s eyes, pleased to see equal
pupils. “Gille, look at me.” He held up two fingers. “How many do you
see?” He smiled when he got the correct
answer and took Gille’s hands into his. “I want you to squeeze both my hands as
firmly as you can.” Though not terrible strong, the grips were even and
steady.
Turning to the worried men beside them, the good doctor smiled. “He’s
going to be fine. I’ll close up the wound back in the infirmary and a couple days
of rest will find him good as new.”
Thomas sighed in relief. He’d been worried that they could have lost
another wonderful young man. Something like that would have devastated the
whole community.
Levi quietly cried, thanking God for his friend’s life.
Lakota insisted that Gille was not to walk, so between the four of them
they carried the young man back to the infirmary. Along the way, the full story
of what the two had been up to and how Gille had become injured was
revealed.
Once they got Gille settled in the infirmary, Thomas, Troy and Levi left him to the doctor’s care
and headed to the mess tent. Several of the others had seen them carry the
young man into camp so by the time they got there, everyone was talking. Thomas
took a moment to address the rest of the community and let them know that Gille
would be fine. The news was met by a round of applause as Yancey left for the infirmary to assist the doctor.
In the infirmary tent, Lakota carefully cleaned the cut while talking as
soothingly as he could. “Gille, with a head injury like this there is a chance
of concussion. It means I cannot give you Laudanum for the pain as we have to
make sure you can wake up and be alert for the next few hours.” He stroked
Gille’s head gently. “I need to put in a few stitches to close the wound and I
need you to try and be strong and lie very still while I’m doing it.”
Gille nodded once but thought better of doing that again as it made him
feel dizzy and a bit nauseous. “I can take the pain, Lakota. I’ve been hurt
before and had no one to comfort me. With you here, I know I will be fine.”
Lakota wiped a tear from his eye as he
thought of the lonely life his lover had led before coming here. “I know you
will be fine, my love, and we have each other. I’m going to give you this to
bite down on as I work.” He gave Gille a small tightly rolled up cloth to bite
on and accepted the sutures his nurse had ready. “If you need me to stop for a minute while you rest, just raise your hand,
okay?”
Though more painful than Gille expected, he managed to get through the procedure
without having to stop Lakota once. He soon found himself settled into a bed in
the infirmary. He had argued to go back to their own tent but the doctor made
it very clear there would be no chance of that. Lakota fed him some clear broth
and allowed him to sleep but woke him every hour throughout the night to
confirm his lucidity. Yancey had offered to take over the vigil for a while but
the doctor would not leave his lover’s side.
After having a dinner which Troy
had to coerce Levi to consume, the teacher took his lover for a walk to the
small clearing they had visited before. The younger man knew he was in trouble
and felt he deserved every bit of punishment his husband would give him.
“I am very disappointed in you, Levi. I had thought we had moved beyond
the telling of lies and such disobedience as you showed today.”
“I know!” Levi yelled. “I’m horrible and you should thrash me within an
inch of my life.” He got up and ran over to a tree. Pulling out his pocket
knife, he began to cut a switch. “I’ll cut it and you can switch me first then
take your belt to me. I don’t care ‘cause I deserve it.”
“No, you don’t understand. I almost killed him. You were right, I should
never be allowed around tools! Just do it, Troy . Whip me, I deserve it!” Levi was
getting to the point of hysteria.
“I want you to listen to me very carefully and do not interrupt me until
I am finished.” Troy
looked at Levi’s eyes to be sure he was understood. “You are not here because
of Gille’s injury, nor will I punish you for it. It was an accident, a pure and
simple accident.” He put his finger over Levi’s mouth to silence the words he
could see coming. “You both described what happened and I have no doubt of
this. You will be punished for lying to me and defying me and that is all,
alright?”
“Troy ,
you were right though. You told me no about working with the building crew and
I defied you and look what happened. That makes it my fault!” Levi sobbed. “It
is my fault. If I had obeyed you, it would never have happened.”
“No, but I…”
“No is all you need to think about. You did not have a seizure, you had
an accident. There is no reason to punish you for that. Accidents happen around
building sites; it is a fact of life. Yes, if people were more careful then
accidents would be less common but nonetheless, they will still happen. I also
want you to understand something else. Even if this were your fault, which it
is not; I would never punish you in the manner you described. I love you, Levi,
and I could never do that sort of thing to you.”
Levi searched his partner’s face to be sure of the sincerity behind his
words. “I love you too, Troy ,
and I am sorry for lying to you and defying you today.”
Levi sobbed in his lover’s arms for a long time after it was over,
letting out his sorrow and guilt.
Unknown at that particular moment, it would be five days later when a
fully-recovered Gille would also find himself sobbing in his lover’s arms.
Lakota would be no less forgiving of Gille’s backside, also wanting him to
learn a serious lesson about lying and going against what he knew was
right.
TBC….
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