The party went almost all night. Wallace and Junior brought
their families up. The home guys had finished the new cabin, and
Sonia and Emilio were all moved in and hosted the last hours of the
celebration.
        Puter reported no troubles when our guys checked in over in
their cabin, except that the pilot had been questioned in Cincinnati -
by "Cincy" - but could just give the name of the bogus corporation,
the agent in D.C. tracing that to the fictitious names and addresses
during those very moments. Cincy was comming to him that he
would definitely snare them, at least Jessica, at her graduation,
having word that she had confirmed with the university that she
would definitely be giving the valedictorian.
        Well, the feathers of the big bed felt soooo good to the three
after their shower. Essy felt a little lonely, though, back in her room,
sleeping alone again. She dreampt of sex. Our three missed her too,
but their sex inspired Stefi and Ev again, and vice versa, all of them
happy as kids with happy meals. They did not need to stoke the
fires, so they had their orgasms, got to sleep and stayed there.
        "...The Navajo, the Hopi, the Ute, Pueblo, Sioux, Cheyenne,
Apache, Aztec, Comanche, Zuni, Pawnee, Arapaho, Blackfeet,
Crow, Inuit, Eskimo...." Lion Eagle was telling them all the Nations
they had flown over on their trip. Jess was having a "dream". They
were sitting on top of Mount Essy Jessy in the dark, naked, and
listening. In the dream. LE and Swan told them that they had kept
them out of bad weather while they had flown, except for that time
getting back into Washington because they had decided wrong.
They should have gone into Vancouver, their Native friends
chuckled. Then Swan told them that they would make a new
discovery that day, and LE said the spirits - their fellow spirits -
were pleased with all the money the guys had given.
        Jess woke, saw that she was in the bed and the guys were
too, woke them both up and excitedly told them her dream, sure
enough that time that it was a dream. Kit and Flece were still dead
tired and with overhang, as was Jess, but got just as excited. He
was plenty relieved, in fact, that their guides were still with them
and that that was why they were wakened, and checked in with
Pute after absorbing Jess's telling, learning that there was no bad
news.
        They good morninged Stef and Evan in a few, dressed and
went out to help feed all the livestock - seeming to be more
plentiful than when they had left on their trip - then went over to
Ria's and Jul's, Jessy telling all them about her dream of a new
discovery that day.
        "Ay carumba!" Julian led the responses, the others helping
him tell how much they had dug and blasted on when the Gold
had run out, but had found nothing. With breakfast on the veranda,
though, our guys were more noticing that all the snow had melted
and the wildflowers and everything else were deep in bloom all
around them, and the girls marveled at how beautiful it was. Kit
saw that the guys had even planted the Quinoa in the field below,
and gave Jul and the others plenty of praise. Then he stepped off
the veranda, went around the field near the cabin and picked wild
daisies and other flowers and brought them back for Jess and all
the ladies. It was another glorious day high up at their hacienda,
another not-cloudy-all-day sky beaming down upon them.
        They all went up to the mine after coffee and more talk,
walking through the almost 40 feet of Silver at the end, the mine
starting to curve a little in an arc, to the round "room" that had
been blown and picked out in their search for more Gold, stulls
everywhere bearing the Silver. Our four had picking honors, of
course, and were plenty enthused as they swung away, going
almost four different directions, though everyone was watching
Jessy's.
        They worked over an hour before breaking, talking about
all kinds of stuff, a lot about Alaska, Essy doing most of the
relating about that and what she saw all over the West, not
giving the girls much chance to say anything about the boy
friends, they were playing. Then Jess looked around at all the
Silver on the floor and noticed something a little different in her
pile. She looked around her area and saw something up high in
the side wall where she had taken some whacks just for kicks,
just to see how deep the Silver might be, she had told the
others, while she had been thinking about Swan's and the
Chief's words.
        The others didn't notice until she said, "hey...." She took
some more swings and more Silver chunks fell out, revealing
more of the new stuff and the others stared at it, mouths agape,
with her.
        "Ho...my...GAWD!" Kit said as he inspected a piece of
the new metal that had come out with the Silver. "This looks
like PLATINUM!"
        There were screams and yells, whoops and cries, then
Julian yelled, "A LA VAY...we get it cleared so she can do it
AGAIN! JESSSEEEEE!..." and hugged her, "...and she even
predicts it now! HO CHEE MAMA!..."
        Maria was mumbling religious words and making the sign
of the cross. And Julian grabbed her, picked her up and twirled
her around, cheering, "El Dorado, Ria...El Dorado!..."
        "You've done it AGAIN, Jessy!" Es added, jumping up
and down with Sonia, Emilio and Julio. They all hugged, slapped
fives and shoulders and kissed, cheering away and jumping
together, and their excitement climaxed when Kit told them that
Platinum was worth more than Gold. After some minutes, they
picked away some more at that part of the wall and saw it
becoming a vein, growing larger as they picked.
        "Hold on, hold on!" Kit yelled, "we need some more braces
in here...."
        "That's all right, 'migo," Jul excitedly answered, "we'll blow
it out some first...wait 'til you guys see this! Boys, bring me
quatro sticks and the drill and the wire!"
        Jess, Kit and Flee were catching glances at each other,
knowing they were each thinking about Jessy's dream and how
the new find was going to help the funds even more, wondering
how it could be so good, among other things. Well, they watched
Julian and Julio drill deep holes for the dynamite, place the sticks
in there after wiring up the caps and unrolling the wire outside to
the box 30 or so yards to one side of the entrance, the boys pulling
down heavy blankets at the entrance as they came out, everyone
bringing out the picks, shovels, lanterns and all.
        Jessy was voted blow-up girl of the day. She pushed down
the plunger at Jul's "OK" and they heard the muffled boom and the
rock noise as they felt the ground vibrate beneath them, and
passed a puro around as they waited for the dust to settle, barely
containing all their excitement.
        Back inside, they climbed over the rubble, got to the blow
out, and there it was. A vein of Platinum over three feet wide!
They danced around together, screaming and yelling.
        "Lord, just imagine..." Ri said, "it's like God himself has paid
us a visit!"
        Some of them started clearing the rubble and picking the
Platinum out of the Silver, others got more stulls in and went back
to picking at their new fortune, following the vein, which was going
in a new direction. And their reverence and awe grew in all of their
hearts for what they had been given. They mined that entire day
and into the night until they were exhausted, then brought up the
beer and smoked the official puro, plus a few more, as they sat
and talked away in the big room, just reveling in it.
        They continued all the talk during a midnight dinner on the
veranda, and watched the lightning from the storm out to the East.
And one huge stretch of a group of bolts lit up a section of clouds
that looked like a man and a woman on a horse! It gave our three
chills in their spines, goosebumps and tears. And it reminded Kit of
the next chore.
        He and Jess strolled over to their cabin to check the weather
on Pute, hoping for enough cloud cover to bring Juliet Pop back
up, and Pute was predicting just that. "Cybomeister" also informed
them that the pickup was safe at the restaurant - no checks on it,
no mention of it by the agents, not even a report to or by local or
state police. And it was not a trap either, as far as their puter pard
could tell.
        So, by 1AM they had their weather, and Julian had given Kit
the two new night vision goggles that he had bought through his
amigo.
        "Aw YES, Hulian!" Kit hugged his partner once more for
that, offered him the money, but Jul just laughed.
        Julio drove our three WPO'ers down to the restaurant, and
Kit and Jess drove on to the airport in the pickup. Flee headed
back to the ranch in the wagon with Juli and unexpectedly, yeah,
those two got very affectionate on the way. They had a set of
gogs if they needed them, but the cloud cover was there, so Juli
could drive cheek to cheek and other closenesses with Fleester
riding tightly right next to him.
        Julian was setting the lantern out by the barn and our
heroine and hero were flying to Espanola in those same moments.
They landed there, turned off the Mooney's lights and gogged
themselves on up to the Truchas on the deck under the clouds in
the rain, Jessy flying. Kit just barely guided her on the controls as
she landed them in the mud, and they sloshed on in and got their
ship put away in the barn as Flee and Juli sloshed on in, their own
selves, to the yard from the trail. They all partied down like
racehorses after what, the ninth at Churchill Downs or something.
        Well, calmed down was more like it. They could barely
think of sleep after that day, but the guys showered down and
relaxed a little on the feathers after goodnights to everyone in the
other cabin. Before getting under the sheets, though, Kit and the
girls went out to the living room, naked, of course, to give Stef
and Ev another $1oo,ooo check and thank you for all they had
done and asked them if they wanted to stay and told them they
wanted to build another cabin for them and mentioned their share
of the mine - if they wanted to stay.
        Evan, then Stef, naked themselves, told them how happy
they were there, plus overwhelmed by the money and the offers
and being so wanted, and answered, sure, things had been
unbelievably amazing so far, they would love to stay. Then Jess
invited them to sleep in the feathers with them.
        "The bed's big enough," she smiled kind of modestly, "but
if you guys don't want to, we'd sure understand."
        Their friends smilingly shrugged their shoulders in unison,
looked at each other and smiled, turned back to our three and
together said, "why not". Well, that must have been one pretty
nice little orgy. Pretty dang darn.
        In the morning - and imagine waking up in that pile of flesh
- they did the deeds all over again, naturally. Then, when Ev and
Stef were in the shower, the three checked in with Putey. He had
no surveil detected on anything; in fact, the suits had not even
noticed the Mooney missing from Santa. The agents were banking
on graduation, Kit surmised and Pute agreed. (Or was it the other
way around?)
        The guys made their phone calls: Kentucky, Florida, Alaska
and Cincinnati. And Ed called to thank Kit again for making him a
millionaire. He wanted to get Kit something. Kitto told him "nah",
but asked him again just to keep everything quiet, plus another
question on computer engineering that Code had about Pute 2.
Eddo said he sure would and had the answer.
        They good morninged Sundance and went through the
concert lineup with him just for kicks. Everyone of the greats of
music and comedy were on board. Everyone. And the fund was
approaching $2oo million, almost ten percent of that from the guys
themselves. The concert was going to be the greatest EVER. Elvis
might not be able to make it, nor Jimmy, Janis, Jim, John, Stevie
Ray, Rick Nelson nor the others, but everyone ELSE was packing
in for the big weekend and hopefully after. The performer's village
was growing fast there in the Valley; "it's what it's all been FOR,"
the growing battle cry.
        Sunman informed them that the government was starting to
try to stop the concert. But the Navajo were standing strong on
their sovereignty, and were getting backing from all the other
Native Nations, plus from the performers' people power. The Feds
had filed suit, but all the best lawyers, including BR, were
volunteering their services to the Original People. "Fund THIS" had
become one of the newer sayings about the fund's work v. the US
of A's.
        Folks were filling the computer nets with messages to the
concert organizers, just wanting to help and or contribute more
money. Some governments had leaked the news of the WPG. And
that news was traveling as fast as the speed of light. The world was
starting to look for the WPG and many assumed it had something
to do with the concert and fund. Sunny was feeling, well, rather
sunny about things as he and our WPO'ers worked together on the
councilmembers and the judge - whom they should be. Sophia
Loren, Kate Hepburn, Lauren Bacall and Brando were a few of the
others that they wanted to find spots for. Arnold, they hoped,
would accept Commander-In-Chief of the Force, with Sly, Bruce,
Kurt, Hogan, Sorbo and others to help. Planet Hollywood was
going to war.
        They said adios to RR and went across the yard to breakfast
down. After calories and thoughts, Kit, the girls and Juli went to
the barn to clean the mud off Juliet-Papa, tape up all the orifices
and cover all the plexiglass as the others went up to the mine.
Julian came back down then to help Kit make the metal pieces and
drill the holes in the cowling, and they and the girls worked most of
the day on it, Julio going on up to the mine.
        They made the infra-red deflection baffles for the cowl top
and sides and attached them with small bolts and nuts, the baffles
concaved to produce a venturi cooling effect. Then they got the
mufflers on - Kit had bought them months before, over the phone,
and Jul and Juli had picked them up in Santa - two in series on
each exhaust pipe, and bolted on the support braces.
        They started her up to check and she was quiet. Way. She
would be down in power, up in weight and drag, and off-balance
to the nose some, but Kit had calculated it all up to be OK. Then
they sprayed her all flat black, with camouflage patterns in deep
red, black-taped the antennae and other light-reflective things, and
Kit had a spray to reduce reflections off the windscreen and
windows. Then he did an oil change and checked the tire inflation,
letting a little air out of them, and she was ready.
        Julian said, "well, 'migo...whatever you're doing...you know
we're with ya...one hell of a low rider, though, you got here bro....
whoo..."
        "Thanks, Hul..." Kit left it at, along with their bro shake in
front of their hearts. "Yeah...all she needs is the hydraulics on the
gear, huh?" And they both grinned.
        It was just before sundown. They went up to the mine, the
long tunnel of Silver just cosmical.
        "This is cosmical," Jess said as they walked into the big
Silver room, everyone working in the new Platinum tunnel.
        "Working on your valedictorian?" Kit wiled.
        "No, mister smarty genes, I said you're comical," she
returned.
        "This is one heck of a legend, guys," Flee added, still deeply
in the wonder of it all. Emilio and Ev were putting in another
support stull, Stef and Sonia were boxing the Plat, and Juli was
drilling holes for more dynamite, Es assisting. And they all hugged.
Then they counted up the boxes and calculated it all to be worth
over $12 million. Dollars.
        "If it turns out to be pure enough," Kit apprised. Well, they
were already dancing and whooping.
        "Not bad for HALF a crew," Es sassed her old men and girl
friends.
        "Yeahup..." Jess came back, "you guys need me to find
anything else?"
        They all razzed her.
        They got the charge planted, and Stef had blow-up girl
honors. Maria brought beers up, by then becoming very intuitive
on blast and break times, and they blasted, then drank and smoked
while they waited on the dust before working again into the night.
        Smoking and drinking again with a late dinner on the veranda,
they talked on as they got stoned. An accident headed for disaster,
they were saying at a point, was, of course, what the FAA would
have been saying about the chemistry connected to the aviating,
and the government would have sent them all to prison for life,
being, of course, so all wise in their law. But Kit was saying,
"impeccable trust is the most valuable commodity in life." Besides,
they had "white out" for their eyes if they ever needed it, Jess
joked. The farking law made them outlaws. The same law source
that spends the trillion a year on weapons and armies. Go figure,
huh?
        The guys were still telling stories about Alaska and their trip
and the flying, Essy impressing everyone with her new knowledge.
Then they got out the instruments and played until they had to get
some sleep.
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