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Wyoming Trucking, part 5 By: Malissa Madison Synopsis: Missy and Tim, are happy to add there new drivers to the Company. And the mystery of Big Foot is solved. Then they embark on a joint venture with Ute Trucking, for the biggest contract either company has ever had. Which also takes Missy back into her former home state. Flower pulled on the horn cord, as she began gearing down to make the turn into the Tomahawk Truck Stop. "Just follow us Stacy," I called over the radio to our new driver following us. There were two big trucks sitting off to the side already hooked up to two of the four trailers full of the big round hay bales. "Hey Nikki, good to see you again." "Come on over and hook up to the third trailer. If I know Missy she'll want to drop that plow off before the girls hook up." "Ok Ladies, we got about an hour of time to kill before we have to get moving. How about as soon as Flower and Night drop this blade we hit the diner?" I suggested. "Spring Creek Ranch, is waiting to take their empty trailers back," pointed out Raven. "Ok, we'll drop the loads then come back and wait for the rest to show up," I said. "Aunt Janet and I will wait here for you," Darlene said. "That way if anyone shows up early we can let them know we are introducing a new driver." "Don't you think that is more my responsibility?" asked Tim. Stepping out from the Garage office. Darlene zeroed in on the figure standing behind him though, then rushed to hug her brother. "I made my first Ice Run." She was excited. "I have a snow flake for Mackenzie's door even." "You done good little sister. I was listening to you most of the way too and I can't believe you actually drove through a Snow Devil." He told her. "It wasn't that bad, just windy and I couldn't see anything until I was out the other side." "Stacy, could we maybe have a private talk in the office?" Tim asked. "Don't worry it has nothing to do with your driving. Well more with your former employer." "Tim, what's going on?" I was concerned. "He's scum, I wouldn't have worked for him if I could have found a better job." She said. "I just want you to look at a map and show me your regular fuel stops. The ones they scheduled." Wolf clarified. "Does this have anything to do with someone messing with my truck in between?" Smiling he said, "Yes. We've been watching them a long time. You'll be happy to know David Archuletta was arrested at his next stop with eighty pounds of Coke stuffed under the sleeper. We have a decoy driver that needs to know the stop schedule pretty quick though." "Hold on let me get my log book. The schedules still in there." She dashed out to her truck and hurried back with it. "They put the stuff on at the first stop then at each stop in between the contact takes his portion. The drivers haven't got a clue. You really twisted their tail when you didn't push through to the next stop. That's why they were waiting for you. If they'd caught you alone at a roadside stop no one would have ever seen you again." He turned to Darlene. "Lorelei wants you to come to dinner tomorrow, I should be back by then." He kissed his sisters cheek and disappeared on his Harley. "Stacy," Tim got her attention. "Coyote has you a couple more loads lined up. But I figure you'll want to get used to your truck a day or two first. Welcome aboard." "Thanks, are you sure it isn't causing any trouble with Missy hiring me like this." She smiled nervously, then said, "I better hurry so we can get these loads delivered." "Raven led the way to where they were waiting for the trucks with four of the Tribes big front end loaders, to unload the huge bales of hay. It only took about thirty minutes after they decided to assign one to each truck. Looking off at the next hill top I spotted a huge black stallion silhouetted against the setting sun, waiting for us to finish and leave so he could lead his small herd to the waiting hay. "Dark Wind is anxious," said one the older men. "He still doesn't trust anyone, not that I would blame him." "I detect a story there, White Eagle," I prompted. "Well there is one person he trusts, but your husband isn't here. So he waits there with his small herd." Suddenly I realized that the hill top he was standing on was the one between our house and Janet's. But before I could get the tale they were finished unloading the trucks. As we pulled into the stop and unhooked, I saw Coyote's battered old Jeep Cherokee sitting in front of the diner. Lilly was there as well with Snow Fox. Then sitting beside Hopper in the lot I spotted another Semi tractor with the name Big Foot across the front of the wind jammer over the cab. The truck itself was an ancient White, with lots of rust showing through the faded, oxidized black paint. The straight plow blade on the front showed signs of heavy use, and many repairs, missing the flags at each end though the upright supports were still there. "Flower, why don't you show everyone where the tables are, I'll be in, in a minute." I wandered over to look at the truck itself from a closer perspective. There were no tire chains, and barely any tread left on the tires. Without having to check I could tell the inside front passenger dual was flat. It was completely missing one brake light. The hitch plate looked like it hadn't been used in a decade. As I leaned forward to look I saw the locking pin was completely missing. The storage compartment was missing the door, and the lower side view window was gone from the passenger door, cardboard was duct taped over it to hold out the cold. The faded near invisible writing on the door stated it belonged to 'Long Vi_w Tru___ng', and the North Dakota license plate showed it hadn't been legally registered since 1978. I turned and saw Hatchet Man watching me then I nodded toward the truck. He nodded toward the diner. As I walked up to the booth I looked at Tim. "I know Babe, I already looked it over myself," he said. "The drivers are over there with Rose." Looking I saw her sitting with a young boy and girl, both about her age. Tim gently took hold of my arm when I started that direction. "Missy, I hope it's ok if my niece and nephew help Rose with the roads," I turned to see Barking Squirrel standing behind me. "Only if they let us put some new tires and a couple of sets of chains on their truck." "They are insisting on earning the money themselves," she said. "To be honest I was totally surprised when they just showed up at my door. The reservation police called to tell me they had disappeared after their Mother was killed in an accident a week ago. Their Father was killed in a Convenience store robbery last year." "How old are they?" "Prairie Dog is thirteen, and Sunrise is eleven," she answered my question. "So they grew up driving?" "No, I have no idea where that truck came from." I motioned for her to have a seat. "I really have to work Missy, at least until Running Water gets here for her shift." "Squirrel, take a break, I'll cover for you," said Turkey. When I sat down I saw that Coyote was sitting between Long Dog and Caribou nursing Little River. Looking up she smiled and said, "Doc's been giving me shots and I've been using a pump to get things flowing so I could help our wife feed our first born." Nudging my arm Jill asked, "So are you going to become a milk cow too?" "I hadn't thought it was possible." "But you have thought about it haven't you? Just think how much fun it would be if I could suck milk out of your breasts the way you do mine now." She giggled softly. It was true, I had thought about it, ever since she began to show she'd begun lactating. Only a little at first, but now even more. Her breasts had become swollen with the production of milk. I was deep in thought about that when Coyote suddenly pulled me back. "We just got a contract to deliver the building materials for the new Roller coaster In Branson," She said. "We're going to have to split it up even using all our licensed Drivers, so it's good we have Stacy now." "What about bringing in Ute Trucking to help?" Tim asked. "I don't know, how many trucks do they have?" I asked him. "We have eight, ten if we count Darlene and Raven, they can drive under the Reservation Law in a pinch." "Ok, so we just need ten more trucks," announced Coyote. I could see the wheels turning in Darlene and Raven's heads. "Yes they can Love but you know they have to be in a convoy with other Tribal Drivers," Coyote pointed out. "Ok so anyone have the number for Ute Trucking?" Jill asked. Pulling out her cell phone Lorelei punched in a speed dial number. "May, is Daddy there?" "Yes everything is fine, I just need to get hold of Daddy. Why aren't you in school young Lady?" "Oh I see." "Daddy, Wyoming Trucking just got a huge contract. And they need a few more drivers. But I better let Tim or Coyote tell you about it." she handed the phone to Tim. "Elk, Hi. Sorry about not having your number at hand. Is it ok to put you on speaker, I want my other drivers to hear." He handed it back to Lorelei, "Red go get your sister and her friends." "Elk can you hear me ok?" "Yes Tim, go ahead." "They're putting in a new roller coaster in Branson this year, and we got contracted to deliver it. We could sure use another ten trucks if you don't mind going in for an equal share." "When and where do we pick it up? And can we use the Tribal Convoy clause?" "We pick up in Ft Worth in four days," said Coyote. "Ouch, can we stretch the convoy clause all the way to the thirteen limit? Otherwise we won't have enough trucks available by then." Said Old Elk. Tim smiled, "I forgot they dropped it that low, but yes. How many trucks can you give us?" "I'll have a dozen, all good drivers too." I could hear an excited voice in the background. "Good that gives us four extra's in case we have a breakdown. Same pay for the follow on drivers of course, plus we'll split the full delivery bonus with you equally." "What about the Ice Run, Tim?" "We'll be back in plenty of time, we have two more weeks before we have to get up there," Tim informed him. "So when is Ute Trucking going to invest in Blowers?" "Just as soon as we can afford them, and find someone to build us ones like yours." He shot back. "Oh by the way, the Reservation in North Dakota is looking for a couple of kids that might be headed your way." "Already here Dude. And they even came in a truck. I'll let you talk to Coyote and Lorelei to hammer out the details, and we'll see you in four days." "So," I thought to myself, "Flower and Red would both be allowed to drive as well, not that that would stop Rose." "Rose, we're going to use Hopper too, but I'm sorry Prairie Dog will have to do the primary driving." Tim announced. I was looking at the young boy for his excitement. But it was the girl who gasped. "Way to go Sis, can I at least ride in the same truck with you and my girlfriend?" "Actually," I interrupted, "I need Rose to ride with her sister Flower." I shot Tim a look that said, please don't argue. "Each load pays Thirty Grand. Plus they promised $250,000 at the final delivery. But you want to hear the nice part?" Coyote asked. "If it's delivered all on the same day the bonus doubles. She was on the phone with the company for the contract. "Really, that is good news, thank you. We'll see you in four days then." She hung up. "Lorelei, Tell your Daddy we can give them two more loads. They just extended the contract to include the electrical equipment. Apparently the Outfit they hired for that has run into troubles." "Tell him, Wyoming will foot the bill for pre-run oil changes, and checkups," Tim said, then got Hatchet Man's attention. "Tell Little Joe to get his mechanics in gear. He's got thirteen trucks to have road ready in two days. We'll drop the rest off in the morning." After we got home I sat staring at the maps. "Missy, what's on your mind?" "Oh, nothing," I lied. "Ok, so I guess if you aren't going to tell me, I'm going to have to spank it out of you." He said pulling me across his lap. His hand gently squeezing my bottom. "You should never try to lie to me Missy." "Owww," I yelped as his hand came down in a loud smack. "I'll tell you," I promised frantically as I felt his fingers curling into the waist band of my pantys. "Not so fast," he said as I tried to get up. "You still fibbed to me about nothing being on your mind. Plus you hired Stacy without asking first." "Yes but please wait until the kids go to bed," I pleaded playfully. "Oh no you don't Red Wing," giggled Running Water moments before she ran half naked from his room to the kitchen. "Stop teasing me then, woman." "See the way your children are behaving? That alone deserves a good spanking," I was told. "You spoil them too much." "Not any more than you do," I turned my head and stuck my tongue out at him. Smack, "Owwww." I giggled and wiggled off his lap. Red and Water both raced into the family room. Red carrying her hair brush, running water carrying a mixing spoon. They both stopped, staring at us as if they hadn't expected us to be there. With a grin Red sat down on the sofa pulling her across his lap. "Not my good hair brush, please." She kicked her feet playfully. "Missy, hand me that spoon," Tim said. "No Tim, not my good mixing spoon." I pleaded. "Of course not, Love. You're going to go get your hair brush. Then I'll match my son Smack for Smack," he smiled. "What's going on in here? Did I hear you say you needed a hair brush?" asked Jill handing him her big flat backed brush. "Traitor," I giggled to her. "No I get to kiss it all better afterwards." She helped Tim pull me back over his knees. Then sat on the end table with my face between her thighs holding my hands. I turned my head just enough to see Running Water push her pantys down, then cross her arms behind her back. I suspected she had a lot of experience in this game, and that she enjoyed it. "I think I know someone else who enjoys getting spanked," Jill giggled. I heard a noise and looked to see the rest of my family watching. "Girls this is just playing ok?" "Speak for yourself," Smack, "Oww" We only got five swats, and then I heard the unmistakable sounds of highly aroused desire coming from Running Water. My own desire was throbbing evidently against Tim's thigh. "Remember Running Water, a good wife never acts out unless she's ready to take her punishment," Jill told her. "And a good wife always knows when to misbehave," I added. "Besides," I rolled over in Tim's lap. "A really good husband never punishes his wife when he's angry." I kissed his lips. "Face it little sisters, our parents are just as kinky as our little brother," Darlene giggled. When it was just the three of us Tim said, "Now please tell me why you were studying the maps so hard." I bit my bottom lip first. "Branson is only about eighty miles from where I grew up." "You want to go back and see Halfway?" Tim asked. "Not just Halfway, Tim. I want to go see the school, where May goes. I always heard rumors about it, but I've never seen it. I'd like my girls to know that there is a place other than here that accepts them for who they are inside." Tim looked up Old Elk's number and called him. When he had him on the phone he asked his question. "Could you give us directions to where May goes to school? Missy wants to see it and show our girls," he explained. "Of course I could. Or you can just follow us when we're done. May will be one of our drivers, and I'm going to haul her tractor back from school so it isn't just sitting there." "That would be great. Missy's also hoping to swing through her old hometown on the way though. We might have to take a second trip back though if it's going to cut May too close in getting back" Tim advised. "Oh where's that?" "Halfway, you ever heard of it? I don't think it's big enough to make the maps. Only about a hundred fifty people." "Halfway? I was actually planning to go within Eight and a half miles of the place. But it is on the maps. I stopped in there a year ago to look at an old Diamond 'T' I heard about." "An old 'T'? Was it worth anything?" asked Tim. "I hauled it home for parts, to fix up my old truck so my youngest son who is an old truck buff, would be able to drive mine." Said Old Elk. "No son I am not going to ask him if Chasing shadows will be on the run with us. Sorry Tim, one of my son's is a bit smitten with one of your daughters." "That's ok," chuckled Tim. "I'm afraid he may have a bit of competition though. She's kind of seeing a young buck named Sleeping Dog." "Daddy, did Too Tall ask about me?" Darlene asked from the doorway. "Yes but I let him know you're seeing Dog," Tim began. "Daddy! I like him, he's cute." Darlene huffed. "Is he going to be driving?" "Yes but isn't Dog going to be your Co-driver?" Darlene headed to her room, "I haven't even told him yet." "Sorry Elk, it seems Darlene is a bit smitten with Too Tall, and Sleeping Dog both." Tim said, he listened a minute then said, "555-217- 8349, but you didn't get it from me, ok son? Tell your dad we'll meet up at Denver." "Tim, why did you give him, her number?" Jill asked. "I like him, and Dog isn't exactly getting around to declaring his territory." He stood up as Darlene's cell phone began to ring. "I'm going to bed, anyone else?" The next two days were busy as we rushed to get ready for the biggest job Wyoming Trucking ever had. Tim found out what truck shop they were using and called ahead to tell them to put anything Ute Trucking needed on his bill, he didn't care what it was. That in itself told me two things. One, Tim really liked Old Elk, and Two, he was serious about making this run as smooth as possible. We lined up and Tim led the way as we fell in behind him. Red was behind Tim, Flower was behind Red I was behind Flower and Rose, then Prairie Dog, Jill and the rest. People gawked at us as we passed, twelve trucks in convoy running bobtail. Everything we needed was already loaded on the trailers that would be waiting for us. We ran down interstate Twenty Five all the way into Denver then linked up with Old Elk and the rest of Ute Trucking at the big truck stop just off I-70. Sitting in the diner together we drew even more attention, as our drivers began getting to know each other. May stuck close to her Daddy, but when she saw Darlene, Raven and Flower she got excited and they began to get to know each other. I saw Too Tall as he walked straight up to Darlene and handed her a hand crafted Dream catcher for her cab mirror. Halfway through dinner I heard the firefly song. "Excuse me a minute," she got up and answered it walking away from the table. "I'm busy, what do you want?" "No it's none of your business, I haven't seen you since we got back from Alaska." "Yes I know you've been very busy, Candice Clearwater sent me the video." She hung up and returned to the table. "Sorry about that, now where were we?" I continued to watch her knowing what had just happened. I also figured out where she would be ten minutes after we left the diner for the night. Sure enough Too Tall escorted her to her Mackenzie. Climbing up into Beauty I switched on my open link just to be sure she was going to be ok. "Darlene, please. Let's wait a bit. You just broke up with him and I understand how you feel. If you still want to tomorrow night, then I will be happy to do what you want. But tonight I intend to just hold you and be here for you." "How do you know how I feel?" "Because everyone I ever dated just wanted to be in good with the tribes Medicine woman, my Momma." I heard a tap on my door. Opening it I let May in. "Do you know where my Brother Too Tall is?" I put my finger to my lips. "Yes he is with my Daughter, Darlene." "How could he? I can't believe he'd take advantage of her like that." she was starting to get out. "But it hurts, and I can't let my Momma and Daddy know. They'd hurt him really bad and I just want to, to, Oh god you're right." "Shhhh, that's why I'm insisting we wait. Because you are worth waiting for, and I'll keep calling you every night just to hear your voice." "Too Tall, thank you. But you better be ready tomorrow, ok?" "You can count on it, My Mack will be parked next to your, what is it?" "Ok who's listening? Red Wing?" "I won't hurt him Baby, and I won't let your brother or Momma's hurt him either," Tim said. "But I can't promise to put in any good words if he ever uses me for a reference. If you need me I'll be in Ice Pack for a bit giving Momma Jill a foot rub." "The same goes for me too" there followed a round of "Me too's" as the rest of the family owned up to listening in. "I'm turning this thing to private next time," she giggled. I wasn't surprised to see them together at breakfast. The real surprise was Running Water walking in with Red. "I trust you informed your mother before you decided to take off?" I asked. "Turkey and Fox are splitting my shifts," she said. "So you didn't say anything to your Mother about going along as a seat cover?" I knew my words hit hard. In the trucking world a 'Seat Cover' was just one step above a 'Lot Lizard'. "She's not a seat cover, Mom." "Can she drive? Is she learning to drive?" I asked gently. "Well, no but," Red started saying. "You better at least know how to start it up by the time you get home then," Tim told her. "But you have Night Wolf with you," she said. "Yes and she is learning to drive," Jill said. "Tell you what, you ride with me today," I said. "Or we can put you on a bus back to home." "Why?" "Because, if you're going to ride along you may as well be useful. And I intend to teach you to drive," I told her. "Then if all you want to do is be a pretty waitress at least you can say you know how." I saw a twinkle in her eye as the smile grew on her face, "Thanks Mom, I really do want to learn how. But someone else is too distracting," she smacked at his hand under the table. "Yes I can understand that." After we got on the road I put her behind the wheel, when she was doing good I turned sideways in the seat and used my video option on my cell phone. I sent the short video to Gladys and Hatchet Man with a caption, "Do you see what your daughter is doing?" I traded texts back and forth with them until we stopped for fuel. Then I resumed driving Beauty while she fell asleep in the passenger seat texting with her Mother. She slept until we made the turn south on I-35 at Junction City. No one said anything when all twenty five trucks pulled into the yard one behind the other. There were a lot of curious people watching though as the kids began their load inspections. We lost almost an hour after Flower and Shy Horse had to be reloaded because the weight distribution and tie downs were wrong. "Don't worry, we can make it up," both Tim and Old Elk said. "Better to lose time here where we can deal with it than down the road somewhere more difficult." "So why do they need this thing there so soon?" asked Darlene. "They have to have it built and safety tested before the park opens in March," I answered. "We do this right, we'll have the contract again when they change coasters in another three years." "Hell you get it there in two days you can have the contract to haul out the old one as they get it loaded onto the trailers. That will be easy though they don't all need to be there at once." I knew we already had a full load schedule, so did Tim. "Ute Trucking can have that load schedule. We're already committed through to the end of summer." "You mean that Tim?" asked Old Elk. "Sure do, it'll give you more opportunities to stop in and visit May." We did a short sleep over just south of I-44. Darlene and Too Tall spent it in his truck. And I could see an even deeper, truer relationship building there. The kids grew excited when we began passing the signs advertising the Casino's at the Oklahoma reservations. "Why don't we have Casino's Dad?" "Because they leave us open to too much of the outside world where people have no morals or ethics," answered Old Elk. "Exactly," echoed Tim. Passing Joplin, my heart jumped seeing how much destruction still remained in the aftermath of the Tornado that had gone through. That was another thing I didn't miss about my old home state. "Missy, you seem to know where we're going. How about you take the lead?" "Comin' around, we better close it up a bit. I don't want to lose anybody at the turn off. It gets confusing." I said. I led the way as we switched over to James River Freeway. "Bloody Hell, can't they leave anything alone?" I muttered to myself seeing the new name. "What is it Love?" asked Tim. "This used to be the James River Freeway, now it's the Korean War Veterans Memorial Highway." I answered. "No wonder we couldn't find it on the Navigator," said one of Old Elks sons. "Yeah we were going to just go up to state 13 and head south." Admitted Tim. "And you'd be stuck in Springfield traffic," I said. "But you'd get to see the Federal Medical Penitentiary." "So how come you know so much about this area for a Wyoming girl?" asked Flower. "Because Sweetie, I grew up north of here. I used to hit town every other weekend and drag race on Kearney Street." I answered her. There was sudden silence on the radio as I began remembering my past. "You alright Babe?" prompted Tim. "Yeah, look my Mother actually lives about fifteen minutes south of where were headed. I got a sister there too, I think." "You want to stop in?" "No I'll call once we drop. If they want to see me they can come to the Walmart parking lot. No way in hell I'm taking my truck down any of those excuses they have for roads out that way." I changed the subject. "Once we get off this road just keep heading south. We'll run slowly so everyone catches up." "We're following your lead." "Did you ever use a CB when you lived here Momma?" asked Red. "Yeah I went by Cheyenne Warrior, and 30-30 Kid, why?" "Just wondering is all. So you know this pretty well then? Like how far to the Butterfly Palace?" I started to laugh. "It's a two hour drive from where we're headed. But only a short three miles just like the sign says." As it was it took us nearly half an hour to get all the trucks in and lined up in the right order they wanted. But at least we could pull straight in and drop. They had their own yard trucks to pull the trailers to the job site. Red scoffed at the little theme park. "So people really pay to come here and see how it was done back then?" "Yes they do Son," Tim said. "It really is interesting but of course we do a lot of this same stuff every day on the Reservation." "Is that so Mr Wyoming?" asked one of the supervisors. "Yes our women learn to make their own cloth, soap, candy. We even weave our own baskets and make our own horse shoes," answered Tim. "We do jewelry making and even a lot of pottery and glass blowing," chipped in Old Elk. Tim reached out his hand toward my boot. "Love, let me show him the quality of our work." I reached into the top of my right boot extracting the long thin bladed boot knife Tim had made me the first year we were together. "Oh wow, this would bring about two hundred dollars in our store here," commented the man. I held out my hand waiting for its return. "How much would you sell it for?" "Not for sale at any price," I said. "My husband made that for me, and it saved my sons life already." I took it back from his hand and slipped it back into my boot with practiced ease. "You know we could use a good knife maker this year. Hell we could sell those for you in our shops. You know mail order type of sales." "Yes and make quite a handsome profit I'm sure," Tim said. "But we make for ourselves not people who feel they can just buy anything they want. Our work wouldn't be cheap even for the middleman peddling it for us." "Maybe some of your friends could use a bit of extra income," Suggested the man. "I'll pass on the offer to them," Tim made the circling motion over his head and pointed toward the exit gate. Soon we were all loaded up and I was backtracking to the Walmart parking lot. On the way I made the call to the old barely remembered number. I knew my family was listening in over the open link, I needed their support. "Hello" "Is Mother there?" I asked. "Who's calling please?" asked the male voice. "Leroy, it's me," I gritted my teeth before I finished, "Madison." "Barb, its Madison. Where are you son?" "Leroy, please listen." "What's the matter? You sound strange." He said. "I'm fine. I'll be at Walmart in Branson West for about two hours, if my mother wants to see me and meet my family." "Your family?" "Yes," I heard the other phone pick up. "I have my son, four daughters, my daughter in law and my husband with me." I said. "We'll be right there," he said. "What are you driving a huge RV?" "No Dad, I'm driving a Pink Peterbilt 937. You can't miss it." in the background I heard my mother saying, 'I'm not going. I can't accept his pretending to be a girl to cover up being a queer.' "I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Please wait for me," he said. "Dad? My name is Missy Now, Missy Wyoming." "And your trucks name is Beauty." He said. I could feel the smile in his voice. He was the only other person in my family besides my Momma, who never judged me. Though he didn't openly accept me, I knew at some level he did. As we were waiting I let the kids go shopping in the store. "Are you sure you want to do this Missy?" Tim asked gently as he wrapped his arms around me. We were drawing a lot of attention, twenty five semi tractors all lined up in the parking lot took up a lot of room. "I'm fine Tim," I reached for Jill pulling her to us as I stood there waiting in front of my truck. Slowly my family and that of Old Elk began to gather around as the time grew nearer, then passed. I felt myself stiffen when it was the red Dodge Diplomat instead of his Gold Crown Victoria that turned off the road into the parking lot. He pulled up in front of the trucks and got out to open her door for her. I watched as she got out, her eyes nervously surveying everyone there. Still holding Tim's hand I stepped forward so she wouldn't have to guess who I was. "Mother," I started saying. "I wanted to see you again. I hoped maybe you might have come to understand," I never got to finish. Rose skipped forward and hugged her tightly, "Grandma!" She stood there barely as tall as Rose, her red hair pulled back in a stiff bun just staring at her. "Madison, you know this is really hard for me, seeing you like, like this." "It's just as difficult for me to stand here and have you call me Madison. My new name is Missy Wyoming, it has been ever since my father beat the hell out of me and tried to rape me." I heard a lot of gasps. "I always knew he was a worthless piece of shit," Leroy, my stepdad said. "Dad, let it go. It's water under the bridge, ok?" "Only because you asked, sweetheart." "Why didn't you just come to the house? You know where we live." "Mom, my truck is too big to fit down those back roads. Besides where would everyone park?" I said. "It isn't like there's a huge abundance. And we have to head north from here in about an hour." "You making another Ice Run?" I heard my stepdad ask. "No sir, we have to get my daughter up to school at Clara's academy first." Old Elk provided. "Mom, this is Tim, My husband. Jill, my Co-wife and soon to be mother to our youngest. Chasing Shadows," I began introducing everyone. "Red Wing, and his soon to be bride Running water, Flower, Rose petal you already met, and the shy one here is Night Wolf." Two county Deputies cruised slowly past us. "Nikki, and her stepdaughter Raven," I continued until I had everyone named for her. "They're all Indians." "Yes Mom we are. My husband owns Wyoming Trucking. And Old Elk here owns Ute Trucking." I smiled. "Wy, Wyoming?" "Yes my last name Mom." "Momma, is it ok if I let Shadow out to walk around before we get back on the road?" asked Darlene. "Keep him on a training lead, and take Too Tall with you," Tim said. "So you're my s, uh her husband?" "Yes Ma'am, I found her half dead and we've been together ever since. You might say she saved my life just as much as I saved hers," Tim explained. "Well I never thought I'd say this but I'm happy you found someone that makes you happy and understands. I won't lie and pretend that I do. But I am glad you're happy, and you have these children with you. Who drives all these other trucks?" "Mom the reason there are so many trucks is so my kids can drive their own trucks. We're an Indian Reservation Convoy, so it is legal for them to drive at thirteen." Soon we had to leave so we could make it to the other places we needed to go. My stepdad had been listening to us up north. He even said he remembered hearing Red's accident over the radio. "Barb you don't need to worry, those kids are better drivers than most of the ones you find around here," he assured my mother. After everyone was ready they stood and watched us roll out. My stepdad had called his friends on the local police force and they stopped traffic so we could all make it out onto the highway without getting split up. We were passing through Nixa for the second time in twenty four hours when Light Foot asked, "Anyone know where I can get some fuel?" "That's our next stop," I told him. "Beauty is down to half a tank. We're going around to the Kum N Go truck stop on the other side." Of course it took a bit longer to get there since we had to run slow until everyone was on the same stretch of highway. "Anyone feel like taking a tour of my old stomping grounds?" I asked. They all said yes, so I lead the way to the old highway H. I pointed out Crystal Cave. Then going through the switch back curves I pointed out that I used to take these curves at fifty MPH in my old car. At Pleasant Hope I pointed out where the quarter mile drag strip started, the old pool hall, and the end point. I pointed out where the Spotters would sit watching for the cops while the races were going on. When we got to highway 32 I sat at the corner idling until everyone caught up. As I sat there watching the old trailer house, he stepped out into the yard gawking at all the trucks. "Is that him, Love?" Tim asked. "Yes that's Satan incarnate," I turned the corner, the rest right behind me. As I passed the driveway I pulled the horn cord, not caring how much racket it made, and knowing how he hated Semi's honking. In a way I was bidding farewell to that part of my past in the same way Truckers paid respects to others who had passed away, that part of my life was now dead. I was soon joined by everyone else as they passed by pulling on their own horns. I then pointed out my old high school. "Damn it sure is little," commented someone. I laughed, "No it's twice as big as when I went there." When we got to Buffalo I pulled over and we let Old Elk and his family take the lead. We drove until we reached Osage Beach, where they had a big enough parking lot for all our trucks. Then we shut down for the night. Laying in the bunk between Jill and me, Tim asked, "Are you ok Babe?" I kissed his cheek, "Yes I am, I really am." The next morning the sun broke through the clouds burning off the fog as we hit the diner for breakfast. May got a phone call as we started back out to the trucks. She was still chattering excitedly as we started up to roll out. An hour later as we passed a roadside stop we saw a huge group of muscle cars. Old and new alike, May pulled her horn cord and we saw several young girls waving at the convoy as we passed. Several of the cars shot past us in the fast lane, "Hey May is that really you?" We heard a young girl ask over the radio. "Yes are you jealous because mine is bigger than yours?" there was a lot of giggling then someone else said, "Girls, your language." It was followed by a, "Yes Momma we're sorry." "Don't any of you boys go looking at the seat covers now," May said. "I go to school with all of them." "Set me up with that cute little blonde in the red mustang," someone said. "You'll have to meet her Daddy first," May said. "He's in the GTO right next to you though." "Why are they getting off here if they go to school with you," someone asked. "Those are the ones going to the military School, still think you could handle Erika now?" "Sorry May, Better tell him my little sisters off the market. She hooked up over Christmas with a handsome Sioux warrior." "I want all the details, Rachel." "She brought back an Elk and Daniel killed a bear with his knife. So you know he can take your brother." I had to laugh now realizing these were the same people whose daughter was dating May's half-brother. I saw Long Reach pulling off followed by Too Tall. "Long Reach, tell Greg we'll stop on the way home tomorrow to visit." "I heard dad, I'll be waiting." It was only a half hour further up the road to Clara's Academy for Exceptional Girls. I was surprised when an elderly woman stepped out next to the gate guard and began waving everyone inside. I was busy taking pictures of the trucks parked everywhere. I was snapping pictures of everything, it was so beautiful. "Mrs Wyoming? Hi, my name is Clara." I instantly felt out of place in my skinny jeans and flannel shirt. I took her offered hand unsure of the proper etiquette, "I'm pleased to meet you. I've heard so much about this place." "Would you and your young ladies like a tour? I'm sure Miss Bright Moon would like to show it off." "Wow Sis, you really go here," asked Nika, one of May's older sisters. "I would love too," I turned around. "Girls, come on lets go see everything." "What about us Mom?" Asked Red. "Boys are not allowed to tour the Girls Dormitories," he was told. "But you can wander the rest of the grounds and see Sights." When Darlene and Flower hesitated, Miss Clara assured them it was perfectly ok. The school was open to all girls even those who were special. Finally curiosity got the best of me, "Miss Trudy, I know those can't be real." I was pointing to a blonde girl wearing a pair of Eagle feathers in her hair. Just then I heard Rose Gasp in shock. "Malissa, is my cousin, and her great grandmother is Night Bird. Her husband gave her four of those as a betrothal gift. She gave half to her sister and his second wife Sophia. I'm sure she is being formal tonight to show welcome to her friends, friends." As if summoned the young girl approached with four younger girls. Two in their teens and two in grade school. "Missy Wyoming, I'm very pleased to meet you. I'm Malissa Pierce, and these are my daughters, Rachel, Denise, Tiffany, and Sherri." As she introduced them they lowered their eyes and nodded their heads in the Sioux custom. Rachel and Denise quickly dragged my girls deeper into the dorm. "They'll be alright, but I need to walk these two to their dorm if you want to visit." I was surprised to see everyone was running around half naked. The biggest topic seemed to be the handsome boys driving those big huge trucks and could May please introduce them. A little white skunk trotted up to us and Miss Trudy asked, "Are you going to visit Flora? She's here you know, Rachel brought her back with her." the little skunk took off racing across the quad. "Flora is Rachel Pierce's pet Spotted Skunk. Sir Pew belongs to Miss Myra," she waved to the woman. Shadow came out of nowhere racing past us to charge through the open doors into the girls' dorm where Darlene was. "Trudy was that Tank?" Myra asked. Several girls squealed and then Darlene came out leading Shadow. "No, you stay out here and wait, Momma will be out in a minute." "Shadow! Come here." I called and he trotted over, looking dejected. "No one told me I had a new student," Myra started toward the dorm. "Uhh actually Darlene is my daughter, May is showing her around. But she's not a student here," I knelt down scratching Shadows ears. "Don't worry your Momma won't leave you alone to come here to school." A moment later the two skunks came out and raced across the lawn together. "You are Missy Wyoming," the woman blushed. "Sorry Miss Clara told me you were stopping in for a visit." We talked as I was shown around. Then we met up near the dining hall, and I saw they already had May's truck ready to be towed home. "Missy, come Meet Mr Sampson, his daughter Delilah is a student here too." after the introductions I was told we'd all been invited for dinner and had rooms in the guest house. Dinner was really nice, and we were made to feel welcome. I suspect the faculty turned a blind eye to the reverse panty raid. As young girls raced through the guest house dropping pantys in the young mens laps. "What the hell was that?" asked Red. "Sorry some of the girls are a bit wild. They were hoping for a panty raid, but I assured them no one was going to be sneaking into their dorms. I guess this is their way of making sure you all remember them." May explained before leaving for her dorm. "Give me those," Running Water, grabbed the pantys out of Red's hands. Then without any shame she pressed them to her nose. "No, No, Hmmm, Maybe. No." she tossed them back in his lap keeping the pair she'd said maybe over. "I'll be right back." And she disappeared into her room. "I'm turning in, it's going to be a long drive tomorrow," Red said, and headed for the same room. "Son, don't get caught with her," warned Tim. "Tim, I don't think those two being together will be a problem," I said. Then he handed me the note that had fallen out of the pantys. It was from a girl who wanted to try out her bisexual urges in a threesome. Then I realized I hadn't seen her as the group had rushed out the other doors. "Running Water slipped her the room number at dinner." Jill confirmed. I was nervous until three when I knew the girl had left and didn't get caught leaving the guesthouse. Over breakfast Miss Trudy absently remarked that it was nice to know that a young Crow couple could play nice with a Cherokee maiden. I looked at her in shock. "Surely you don't think I wouldn't notice the way they keep looking at each other. Especially after I watched her sneaking back into the dorm?" she let me worry for a few minutes before adding, "We always look out for those who might get into trouble elsewhere if they don't have a safe outlet." "Mika sure is giggly this morning," commented one of the other teachers. "How late was she out?" "Noreen, surely you aren't suggesting she snuck out." "Shhh, Clara's watching." "Noreen Fast Runner, meet Missy Wyoming," Trudy said to change the subject. "You're little Roses Mother," she held out her hand. "I hope you let her come here next year." "Yes I'm her Momma, but I don't think she would want to come here. She prefers the Reservation school." "Oh, I'm sorry I just thought that might be why you brought them here." "No I just wanted them to see that it was real," I told her. "Noreen did you know Rose drives her own truck? And she pushes snow all winter too." Miss Trudy said. "Our Family doesn't just push Snow, we run Blower Plows, and we make the Ice Runs up in Alaska." Darlene said. "Oh I bet that will be fun when you get old enough to drive your own truck on one of those," Another teacher said as she sat down at the table. "Ignore her, she is unaware that you lead the last one across the Yukon River in a blizzard," Miss Trudy smiled. "Angela's Dad told us about it. He was very impressed with the cool, calm way you pushed through the Snow Devil too." "I didn't expect to see Wyoming Trucking here," said a new comer. Joe Heart, Angela's Dad was another of the veteran Ice Drivers. Though he seldom made more than one a year, he was one of the really good drivers. "I think Maybe Ute Trucking is going to be adding some snowflakes this time around." "You talk like its really dangerous or something," Noreen said. We let Angela explain it to her. "So did you grow up around here? May said you really know your way around the Springfield area." Malissa asked. "Yeah I grew up in Halfway," I admitted. Then I saw a far off look in her eyes that sort of scared me at first. "You would be Dotty's then, I'm Barbara's." after a long moment of just staring we began to smile before we hugged each other hard, both of us with tears in our eyes. "Missy, what's going on?" Tim asked. "Tim, I want you to meet my little half-sister, Malissa." "Half Sister?" "Yeah that bastard whose house you all drove past on the way up here was our father," she announced. "And actually Momma adopted me after Fay threw me out and sent me to him. I got to hear from him how you never existed." "And you're knocked up! I thought you were transgendered like me." I said. "I got the Op, Momma and Daddy took me. But my little sister, my blood sister who died left me her Ovaries and that made it all possible." She explained. "So you are the missing one in the family history," Miss Trudy said. "I bet you don't know that Fay and Barb are," "Blood sisters?" I finished for her. "He bragged about it." "I guess that makes us cousins as well then," Miss Trudy announced loudly. We visited and exchanged addresses and phone numbers, and CB Handles before I left, and I got to meet my new Nieces. I promised Rachel I would say hello to her fianc? when we stopped to say hello to Erika and so his dad could say hi, and pick up his other son, Long Reach's truck.