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The Return Home, 2 Running Water stared at her mother, startled and a little bit frightened. How had she found out? Not even her mother inlaw Missy knew that she was pregnant. Just then Cold Winter her little sister ran up to her hugging her tightly. "I missed you so much," she said. "Are you going to stay until the babies born?" "H, how did you know about that?" she asked. Cold Winter giggled then, a sheepish grin on her face. "Mother Maple is teaching me to see things." "So you are going to be a mother at fifteen?" inquired Gladys her eyes opening wider at having guessed correctly. "And what of your educations?" she looked at both Red and her daughter. Of the two situations the later was the one that concerned Gladys, she herself had become a mother a week after turning fourteen. "We have to be back in time for school," answered Red Wing. "Mom would skin my ears if I let either of us drop out." "Son, you could always finish here at the Reservation," offered Hatchetman. "Yes that would let you graduate from the same high school you started at," put in Gladys. "Momma, that new status board just changed," added Bird Catcher as he finally got to hug his sister. They got everyone inside, Hatchet and Gladys fawning over the babies and Shantilly, Rhea and Squirrel who was very pregnant. Stepping into the diner the first thing they saw was the Convoy Status Boards. 'I-5 to Earth' 'Terrellia 4, (outbound)'. And then the Wyoming/Ute IGT Earth Terminal. There was a list of trucks already assigned to the terminal. And Red gasped seeing Big Beast listed. Beside the name was his next run RT-I5-Earth. (Round Trip to I5 to Earth). "What the hell?" he asked even as Running Water was calling Missy. "Mom, we just got here, but I think there's been some kind of mistake." "If you are talking about your temporary assignment to the Earth Terminal it isn't a mistake," said Missy. "We discussed it and decided that since we will get to see you all summer, that you two should finish out your high school there so your Momma's and daddy get to help you when the baby is born." "Y, you know about that?" she asked. "Sweetie, our trucks log a full health screen of all occupants every time they start a run," said Tim. "And we would feel it an honor for your parents to see your first child born." "Thank you Tim," said Gladys, real tears in her eyes. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Pretty looked wide eyed seeing the Brightfeather's Truck Stop as they pulled in off the road. They were just nine miles from the house as the crow flies. But it was a good seventeen by road. A large group of people turned out to welcome everyone. And she could hardly believe that they were mixed in with and accepting the few Aliens among them. Then a very old looking woman stepped up beside her, "Welcome child." She was hugged. "Grandma, this is Pretty, my wife," Ring introduced her. "Pretty this is Smoke Rising, my Great Grandmother." They began talking, and she realized that his family was even bigger than she thought. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Stan was happy to know that they'd have blowers for the ice runs, and the former state of Wyoming was happy to know there would be blowers on hand to clear the roads for the winter. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was four days later that Stacy finally made the cargo drop, and she was waiting for Frank to get things set up so they could go on their Honeymoon. She was sitting in her uncles diner visiting when she saw the young girl get dropped off out front by an elderly couple. For some reason she felt the girl was way too young to be out on her own like that, as she struggled to heft the backpack onto her shoulders. Then she saw the girl walking toward the waiting trucks. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mandy wasn't really sure what she was doing, she really didn't have any experience. She'd run away from home after being caught dressing up, and getting beaten for it. Then stolen the backpack and the rest of the things in it as she'd made her way across country catching rides from strangers who at first bought her meals and dropped her off whenever they reached their own destinations. She had no real idea how lucky she was to have always gotten a ride from someone with the Kitten Safe logo on a window or the side of their truck. She'd been terrified at first when she began seeing the few Aliens who were driving some of the trucks. In Las Vegas she'd heard about a school in the mid-west that accepted Transgendered girls like herself. And so Dotty's Academy for Exceptional Girls became her destination. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Stacy, there is a young girl walking the line of trucks," said Wolf Pack in Stacy's ear. "I think she's frightened and looks hungry." "Flash your lights at her, I'll be there in a minute," she told her truck, then stood and paid her tab before heading for the door. Stepping out she saw the girl starting to climb up the passenger side on Wolf Pack's cab. When the door opened she climbed in and it closed behind her. She was starting to panic when Stacy climbed in from the driver's side. "Hi, I'm Stacy. This is my truck, Wolf Pack." "Hi there please get comfortable, are you hungry?" asked the truck. Mandy was confused, this woman was nice like most of the ones she'd met. But she didn't have one of those 'Kitten Safety' logos on the doors of her truck. She hadn't seen any when she was walking the line looking for one and now she wondered if it had been a mistake to respond to the trucks flashing lights. She realized that the woman was waiting for a name. "M, Mandy, Mandy Gentry," she finally volunteered. "Pack please enter Mandy into the Access files." "Mandy are you hungry?" "Oh umm, yeah a little bit," she admitted. "Are, are you going anywhere near that girls school in the Midwest?" "Oh, which one?" asked Wolf Pack as Stacy smiled. "Th, the one that ummm, that uhhh, that," "Accepts Special Girls?" she suddenly looked at Stacy who saw that she really was frightened. Unaware that Wolf Pack had just finished scanning her health situation. "What do you mean?" she now asked wondering if she could escape if she needed too. "Mandy, there are two Very Exclusive Private Schools that accept Transgender girls. Miss Cl, umm Dotty's, and the Kitten Academy." She saw the confusion in her eyes. "Of course the schools on the Reservations have always accepted Spirit children such as yourself." she smiled warmly. In her ear she heard Wolf Pack's response, 'Stacy, your maternal brainwaves are spiking'. She didn't need Pack to tell her that, she could feel it in her heart. Was this how Missy felt when she found her children? And what about Missy's sister Malissa? "Mandy, how old are you?" she needed to know. "I'm old enough to make it out here on my own," she said defiantly. "So you're what ten, twelve?" Pack had already told her that the girl was nine. "No not quite," she answered. "Honey, I'm not judging you, but even in the Nations you need someone to look after you until you're at least thirteen. Would, I mean will you let me look after you? Me and my husband Frank Collins?" "Don't forget me Stacy, I found her." intoned the truck. Mandy was now confused as she looked from Stacy to the dashboard speakers. "W, why would you want me?" 'And why is the truck talking like a real person?' Now Stacy knelt in front of her, taking her hand in her own, she looked up into the girls eyes. She was choking back her urge to let her own tears flow, remembering how it was when her mother had dumped her at Uncle Bernie's doorstep. "Because Mandy, I'm just like you. I, I was dumped because I wanted to be a girl. But my Uncle Bernie helped me until I was able to decide for myself who I wanted to become. And I, I know you need a Momma to care for you," she answered. "Oh honey, please, you need someone to love you and watch out for you." Unknown to Stacy, Wolf Pack had placed a call to Frank. Now on the open other end he sat listening to her as she pleaded with the girl. "W, will you send me to that school if I want to go there and be a girl?" Pulling her into her arms now Stacy said, "Yes Sweetie. Yes I will." "What about your husband, won't he be mad at you for adopting a freak?" "You aren't a freak Honey. But no, he will love you just as much as I will. He'll probably spoil you more though." "Why would he do that?" Now Stacy grinned, "Daddies always spoil their little girls. Well those who love them like yours will." Neither of them knew that Pack was feeding live video to Baby who had done an instant name and photo recognition search. Baby hadn't turned up anything on Gentry, Mandy. But there was a medical file and missing person report from the Los Angeles County Juvenile Corrections for one Marcus Gentry, age nine, picked up as a homeless child but covered in bruises. Baby superimposed the photos. Then followed it up with statements from neighbors who had heard as well as witnessed her/him being thrown out by his parents. The authorities had ordered him remanded into the custody of the state. "Stacy, we have a call from Frank," Pack interrupted them. "Frank?" "She's absolutely beautiful, just like you are," he started out. "But I think you better let her know I plan to spoil her a bit when I get there." "Frank, when will you be here?" asked Stacy. "Well I plan to stop and see the Governor on the way so I can get a certain little ladies birth certificate changed. The one from California has some wrong information on it." "Frank, I'd be happy to pick that up for you," they heard Ute, Chief Investigator Swift Sparrow offer. "I, ummm, I really want the opportunity to talk to Stacy." He and Lana hadn't spoken since they'd completed the case involving the abducted Orion twins. And though she and Lana were close friends, Lana hadn't even so much as spoken to her since she returned. "Sure Lana," he answered. "Lana, I really am sorry." "Yeah, I know Frank. Look it's my fault ok?" Stacy picked up on the tension. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As she and Mandy stepped into the diner Bernie looked up from beside the register. 'Who is the girl with Stacy?' he wondered. 'She must be one of the other drivers children.' A few minutes later Nina his favorite waitress giggled as she asked, "Why didn't you tell me Stacy had a daughter?" "What?" he almost spilled his coffee. "Stacy, who's this?" he asked a moment later. "Uncle Bernie, this is my Daughter Mandy. Mandy this is your great Uncle Bernie," she introduced them. "Well hello there." "Is she Franks from another Marriage?" he asked curious now since he'd known Frank for quite some time. "No Uncle Bernie, but he's just as excited as I am." About three hot fudge sundaes later Stacy looked up to see Lana as she stepped through the front doors. Jumping up she hugged the young woman tightly, "I've missed seeing you." "I'm sorry Stacy, I, I should have known that you were coming back for him," she had tears in her eyes. "Lana, why are you crying? Did something happen between you and Frank?" asked Stacy. "I just wanted to make us both happy. Stacy, he was miserable when you left. I, thought maybe we could be happy together." "Lana what happened?" "He, he asked me to marry him, and a I said yes and, and then he, he," "Made a huge mistake by calling her Stacy at worst possible time," finished Frank as he stepped up behind her. "F, Frank," she turned toward him only to have Stacy hug her tightly. "Frank, is that true?" she asked him. "Yes, but," "Then I think we only have one solution," she said. "Mandy, I know I told you you'd have a Momma and daddy who love you, but what would you say to having two Momma's and a Daddy?" She looked at the three adults in front of her now. Bernie pulled Mandy into his lap hugging her as he sat down at the table. "It's a Native tradition for sisters to share a husband and children," he whispered into her ear. "They're Sisters?" she asked confused. "They are if they share a husband, but I think you might be a bit surprised by some of the customs." She looked at him now as Stacy pulled a single chair out into the middle of the diner and pushing Frank into it. "Stacy are you sure about this?" began Lana. Stacy responded by taking off Lana's pistol belt and handing it to Bernie. Then holding Lana's hand she stepped in front of frank, "May I present my Sister wife, Lana?" He looked up into both their eyes. Then he pulled Stacy across his lap and she squealed still holding Lana's hand. "What's happening Uncle Bernie?" asked his new nine year old great niece. "It's a Marriage tradition. He is expected to give them both a spanking in front of everyone. Then later they will, you are too young to hear about that." "Oh their going to have sex," she giggled. As Lana was spanked, both women reached out and held her little hands. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Tim, are you seeing this video message from Bernie?" asked Missy. "Yes but who is that?" he asked. "Tim, Missy I didn't know they were involved with Investigator Swift Sparrow," said Carline Brightfeather as she sat their Long Haul Specials in front of them. "Is that her daughter?" Missy asked. "No Daddy, Lana doesn't have any children," put in Darlene as she sat down next to them. Smiling now Missy said, "So Stacy has already begun to collect her own children." She looked up at Tim, "You know Driving Mothers have it rough, caring for children and driving at the same time." she was remembering her and Jill's own experiences plus the difficulty Spider Silk had had with Tabitha. "Missy, if you want to do something just say it," Tim told her. "Alright, I want to add a Child Care Incentive for driving Mothers. Especially since both Frank and Lana have jobs that will keep them away from home a lot." When he told Missy to just say it, Tim had opened a link with Jill, BJ and Old Elk. "What are you proposing Missy?" asked Old Elk. His own wives now linked into the conversation. "Paid Tuition to one of the Academies, and extended Vacation time during the summer and big Holidays." "Agreed," Said Old Elk. Agreed," answered both Jill and BJ at the same time. It was echoed by Old Elk's wives. "We should let Coyote and Otter know," said BJ. "Elk," Otter got his attention. "Could we include the Brightfeather's in this? I know they're technically not," she didn't get a chance to finish. "Yes." Echoed the heads of the two Trucking Families. "Besides their first Mother is after all our sister," added Fox. "And if they wish to send their children to one of the local schools instead of an Academy they should receive the same amount each year as the tuition would run," Missy added. "I can't imagine Red and Water sending their children to Dotty's or David's Academies. And our Terrellian and Lyconian Drivers may wish to send their children to their own home Academies." Again it was agreed on unanimously by everyone. A few minutes later Paula was sitting in her office reading her Emails when she got the notice from the Wyoming/Ute IGT's Main Terminal Office. The Email said that it included the other Mobil Diners as well as the Tow Truck Drivers. She printed it off and then went to ask what it meant. "It means," Explained Swallow, "that you are all considered part of the Family. You all made the Journey here, and that makes you Family to everyone by Tribal tradition." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Pretty was walking the long length of the Families big Tractor Barn on Earth. Ring holding her hand as they made their way to the stall where Pheasant had parked himself. She'd counted the individual stalls. "You mean that each of these held one of your family's trucks?" "Yes but of course some of us had more than one truck, depending on what we were hauling," he pointed out the two closest to the front doors. "These are where my father's trucks were parked when he was at home." Finally standing in front of Pheasant she looked at the tarp covering in the next stall. "What's this one under the tarp?" With a grin he said, "My very own restoration project." "Your what?" He reached over to pull the tarp covering off. Sitting there, stripped down was probably the oldest truck she'd ever seen. It was maybe half the size of the non-converted trucks that had been at the Brightfeather's truck stop. "What is it Ring?" Grinning he said, "It's a 1943 Diamond 'T', 980. But this baby runs on Gasoline instead of Diesel. Dad thought I was being nostalgic since they had a top speed of seventeen miles per hour. But they can pull almost anything." They finished the tour of the big barn and were headed for the main house when they passed the two other smaller barns off to themselves. One stood with the doors open the other was still closed up tight. "That's where Jammer was kept, waiting for Daffodil when she came of age, before Darlene and TooTall adopted her," he explained about the empty barn. "Jammer was her mother's truck before she was killed in an accident." He stepped up to the double doors of the other barn now preparing to open them. "What's in here?" asked Pretty. "Dream Weaver, my Uncle Red Eagle's truck. He was Spider's Dad, but he died overseas." As the doors swung slowly open she squinted her eyes to see in the dim light. The Peterbuilt was covered in so much dust and cobwebs it was hard to determine at first what its true color was. Slowly they walked around it, Ring knocking down and clearing away cobwebs as they went. "Does it still run?" she asked her husband. "She's not run for years. Not since, not since Spider ran away from home right after it was moved here to wait for her to get old enough to drive." She noticed that the old woman, Smoke Rising, was now standing in front of the open doors. "Ring neck, you are going to take it with you when you leave. It needs a driver, and you have brought one with you." She turned and started for the big house. "Grandmother this is Spiders truck now. If she wants it she'll come and get it. Maybe Tabitha or Amy will grow up to drive it," he said. The old woman ignored him as she continued on to the house. When they reached the house they found three plates setting on the table. "Eat children, then go play house. I have business to attend to." Smoke Rising ate in silence then stood up and left for the solitude of her Adobe house. It was near midnight when they heard the sounds of a truck outside. Looking out the window they saw Pheasant nosed into the barn, his headlights shining on Dream Weaver slowly inching into the barn. By the time they'd gotten dressed they heard the obvious sounds of a diesel engine whining as it turned over. Sluggish at first and then stronger until finally the engine caught and idled rough. Squeezing past his truck they found the front bumpers fused together. Then they noticed the rear doors had been opened and Smoke Rising was sitting at the steering wheel of the old Diamond 'T', a grin of pure joy on her face. "Grandmother, when did you learn to drive? When did that old thing even begin running?" Patting the dash she said, "Never mind my grandson, 'Stomper'. He never knew I could drive." After a minute she said, "You need to take your wife to the canyons and teach her to drive before you return with the grain shipments." Probably the only ones in the family that knew the old woman knew how to drive were Fox, Old Elk and Beaver she mused to herself. Stomper had been their grandfather's truck when he was still alive. But none of the family had ever been able to get it to turn over, much less run. It had set out beside the old woman's home for decades until finally Ring had decided to make it a project after seeing his older brother restoring another old truck. After shutting it down and climbing out the old woman began to cackle watching him trying to get it to start. "I thank you for cleaning it up for me. And for changing the oil and batteries," she said as she climbed back in closing the door before the engine coughed to life again. "I'm going to the truck stop to visit before everyone leaves again in two weeks." They stood there watching her drive slowly away, listening to her girlish giggles of joy. After going back to bed and getting more sleep they got busy, finding that Dream Weaver was now in the empty stall next to Pheasant. Pretty decided to do a bit of cleaning and was busy making sure the Mirrwick's were not under foot when Otter called to ask if they'd gotten the Emails from the home office yet. "Otter, what does all this mean?" she asked then told her about the other two trucks. Otter contacted Spider Silk. "Pretty, it will be a while before either Tabitha or Amy are old enough to drive. And I can't think of a more fitting wedding gift. Dream Weaver is yours if you want her." She could see the tears in her sister in-laws eyes. "But how can it run on the freeway?" she asked. "Honey trust me, by the time Ring, but more importantly, Pheasant is finished with her she'll be just as capable as Pheasant or the rest of our trucks." "You really mean it, you're giving Dream Weaver to me?" "Spider?" Ring had just joined her inside his truck. "Did you know that Grandmother could drive?" "I'm surprised that you never figured that out," laughed Spider. "She's the one who convinced our Momma's to start teaching us to drive in the canyons. Who do you think laid out the courses?" "You mean you knew about all that?" "Who do you think moved that thing every time we mowed the grass so it wasn't covered in weeds and it didn't leave a bare patch under it?" "She drove it when we were all at school," Spider finally confessed to knowing. The next two weeks were busy for Ring and Pretty as she began learning to drive in the canyons. Slowly Dream Weaver became self-aware just like Pheasant, and began talking to Pretty as more of the family that had returned began stopping in, their individual trucks linking with him, exchanging information and teaching his new systems. Before long they would have to do the turn around and head back. Ring was in the tractor barn changing the oil in Pheasant when Swallow arrived leading May and Jason. "Ring, where is Dream Weaver? His barn is empty." "Momma, Pretty has her out in the canyons. She wanted to make one more run before I change her oil and we start getting ready to go get those two loads of grain," he answered his mother. "Are you taking her to Spider Silk?" now May laughed realizing that her mother was the only one in the family that hadn't been told about Dream Weaver being gifted to Pretty by Spider Silk. "No Momma, Spider gave her to Pretty as a wedding gift." "Where's Stomper?" was her next question before she heard the two trucks coming up the hill from the canyons. She stood there looking astonished at how fast the ancient truck was now moving. "Grandmother, are you going with us?" asked Swallow. "Only as far as the Portal. Then I am going to visit with Maple in Wyoming," Smoke Rising informed her Granddaughter. Pretty was just beginning to clean out the long unused refrigerator in the sleeper of Dream Weaver. Opening the door one of the Mirrwick' made a noise and was suddenly inside of it. She watched for a moment to be sure nothing was going to happen to it and was amazed to see the nickel sized clean surface in the midst of a patch of mold. Giggling she jumped out and went to get Fuss from Pheasant. She greeted her mother and sister in-laws with a hug. "I found something else they like," she giggled as she set Fuss down inside the open cab door. "Dream, please don't turn the fridge on until Zuss and Fuss are finished cleaning out the mold." "Pheasant has been teaching me how to look out for them. I will be sure they are safe, Pretty." Replied the truck. "Pretty what's going on?" asked Swallow. With a giggle she answered, "Zuss and Fuss are cleaning the mold out of Dream Weavers fridge. I think we found something else they like to eat." She giggled then, "And to think I was dreading having to clean it." Now all the family trucks that were home were now parked in the Barn with the exception of Warrior and Shadow Lover who were farther east. Jake was at a place called the Kitten Theater picking up Dance Supplies for his new wife JoJo. And Shyhorse was looking for something special for his wives and new children. But the pair would be back in time to join the convoy on its return trip. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Racine, we have a communication request from Iridani Five," Romancer informed his Captain and Fleet Commander. "Put it on the screen please," she answered expecting it to be from Tatty. So she was surprised when it was from Wyoming/Ute IGT. "How may I help you gentlemen?" she asked. "We were wondering if it would be possible to contract you to move a few buildings for us," began Old Elk. "Oh I'm sorry, once the buildings are in place they cannot be moved without severing the subsurface taps." "Oh, no we were wanting to set up two new terminals," Tim quickly said. "Yes on Earth," finished Old Elk. "Earth is a restricted System. I would have to get special clearances for each of my ships involved," she said. "That could take a bit, because it has to go through the proper channels." "Could you possibly put us in touch with the designers of our current joint terminal? We'd need something with the same layout," said Tim. "Oh you don't have them built yet? I was afraid this was going to be a rush job." "No Ma'am. Our husbands are looking to the future," interrupted Fox. "Do you know if they could also include something for say small service Shuttle Craft?" "Shuttle craft?" "Yes the Brightfeather's oldest sister is married to a Lycan who has one that he uses to make supply runs when they stop on a planet. I thought it would be nice to offer a safe place for other off world shuttles also." "Excuse me a moment I have an incoming message that is flashing urgent," she turned to another view screen. "Ahh, Captain Demure," began Leila. "You are about to be contacted by the heads of Wyoming/Ute Intergalactic. They wish to build a couple of new terminals. And I have discussed it with the Council already, we all agree to grant unrestricted service permits on one condition." "Oh, that was quick, they just called me," she answered the Phase Spider Queen. "You are the only one that we will allow to enter the system with anything larger than a Shuttle. And Racine, this is an open ended Permit. I'm sure there will be other requests in the future for your services there." "Thank you Ma'am," she said with a huge grin. "Sorry about that," she said as she returned to the waiting Drivers. "Would you like for me to contact the Titans for you? They should still have the required Data in their construction computers and it would probably only take them a couple of weeks to complete them." "Oh that would be great," Tim and Elk agreed. "Now about the shuttle service requirements. Do you have anything in mind? Or are you open to suggestions from someone with experience in the requirements?" "Well we only know one shuttle pilot. But Trader said he's been in your fleets service terminal before and that it was probably the best set up he's ever seen," said Old Elk. "You know Trader? Is he there?" it had been a long time since she'd seen the old Wolf and she'd been worried about him after he left her employment to hunt down his family's killers. He'd been one of her best heavy lift shuttle pilots, never needing to be corrected on his building placements. Now Tim made a quick call. "Paula, where's that husband of yours? Someone wants to see him." "Tim, Elk who is looking for me?" he stepped into view on the split screen. "Damn it's good to see you Trader. I understand congratulations are in order," she said. "I also want to thank you for sending me Felisha. She's probably my best pilot." "I knew she'd do well if she had a chance to prove herself," he said. After a bit more she told them to just tell her where and when, she had a couple of ships that were between contracts. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Jimmie Brightfeather sat at his usual booth with his daughter Babsie and son in-law Caro discussing her taking the next Mobile Diner. "The only problem," he said, "is that we don't have a tractor to pull it yet. But then again I know you aren't about to leave before we get to see these two born." At the next table the Lycan twins Jarred and Jarrik sat with their wife Kia discussing the possibilities of securing another load going out into the stars. Kia was very much pregnant but didn't want to chance being between planets when her time came. "Excuse me Sweetheart," said Jimmie. "But would you be opposed to letting someone else do the driving as long as you were in charge of the Diner?" Kia had taken a part time job working for Paula while the trio waited for another load. But she was also very close with Babsie and Caro while her husbands searched for work. And Paula had told him that Smoke Rising saw them starting a larger family between the five adults that was very much like their own with not just multiple wives but multiple husbands. "What do you mean Daddy?" "You wanted to name your diner Ruuk, right?" he asked. "Yes Daddy," she answered. "Their truck is already named Ruuk. And you five already seem to get along well," he suggested. "And it would give them a permanent means of support as well." Babsie stood up and waddled over to the table. "Kia, would you ask your husbands to come talk with my Daddies?" Now it wasn't just Jimmie sitting there. The other two grown men, Babsie Brightfeather's second and third fathers as well as Paula and her second mother Laura were at the table as well. The primary reason the twins were having trouble finding a load was that they were independent drivers, not belonging to a Driver's Guild. They were also orphans without a family's backing. "You wished to see us Mr Brightfeather?" asked Kia. "How would you like to drive the next big Mobile Diner?" began Paula knowing she was stepping into her husband's business. Yet still excited knowing she was earning a spanking in doing so. "That's a great idea Momma," interjected Paula earning herself a promising pat on her bottom. "But your Diners are Family run," said Jarrik. "I have a pair of Diner trailers that need a truck to pull them. You have a truck that needs a commission. And Babsie wants to name her new diner Ruuk." Cinder, who was in charge of the motel now handed Jimmie a room key. "It is up to you five of course. Perhaps you should go and discuss things in private between the five of you," he suggested. "I thought Shayla was taking the next diner Daddy," said Babsie. "She's still learning to drive. But here we have two very capable drivers already." He caressed her cheek as he stood up. "And I can't think of three other young people I would welcome more into the family than these three here." He leaned forward and kissed Kia's cheek, then clasped forearms with both men. "But it is up to you to decide together." Staring at the room key Babsie blushed then reached for Kia's hand. "We will be waiting for your decisions," she kissed Caro, then Jarred and Jarrik before leading Kia out toward the motel. She hadn't been with another girl since she and her sisters had left on the first journey. But now, with her pregnancy her sexual desires were driving her crazy, and she could only imagine what Kia's must be like. Duruukian's were by nature very sexually driven. But could the Lycan's share with Caro without jealousy? And who would be the first husband and who the first wife? She and Kia didn't have long to wait. They'd barely gotten each other naked on the huge bed when Caro stepped in with the Lycan twin's right behind him. "Babsie, may I present our new husbands?" he put their hands in hers. "Thank you," she blushed as she reached for Kia's hand. "May I present our wife?" Three days later a nervous Jimmie asked, "Patty, should we check on them? They've been in there a long time." She'd just finished telling him not to worry when the phone rang. "M, Mom where is the nearest doctor?" asked Caro. "What, why?" "It's time. Babsie is in labor," she could hear the worry of a new father and smiled. "I will call the reservation hospital. Don't worry everything is going to be alright." She heard a sudden gasp and cry of pain in the background. "Momma Laura and I will be right there to help." She hung up the phone. "Jimmie, the babies are coming," she said as she took off her apron. "Laura, are you coming with me?" "Skeeter, mind the kitchen," called Laura as she rushed to join Patty. At the door to the room they ran into Smoke Rising. "You're here already Grandmother?" "It is not every day that one gets to see two sets of twins born into the same family on the same day," answered the old woman. The three fathers were just as proud of both sets of twins as the mothers were. And the Brightfeather's celebrated long into the next week. And then Tribe stopped in to talk with Jimmie and his co-husbands. "When the military left, they left behind a lot of equipment. And while there is some that we do not wish to let just anyone have, there are about twenty paired Rigs that we wish you to have first choice at." "Paired Rigs?" asked Jimmie. "Yes Expandable Dining halls and Kitchens, just like the ones you already have. Of course you'll need to go over them and also let one of the converted trucks remain in contact with them to bring them up to self-awareness." "How much are they asking?" he had to know. "Well since they have no way to come and get them, the governors have declared them abandoned. They don't have any tractors that can haul them though. So you'll need to get one for each of them that you want," tribe informed him. "Dad," interrupted Tomcat. "Let me call the dispatch office and see how many trucks I can get together. If we have to we can pull them piggyback in pairs like Eagle did and have another pair as the support trucks like Hawk was." "Tomcat, I have just requested any available trucks from Wyoming/Ute that can be spared," Casanova informed him. The military had used every available tractor to haul heavy equipment out of the Seven Nations, and there were no military trucks left to pull the nonessential chow hall trailers. "Jimmie, do you want me to call the other reservations?" asked Patty. She was already placing a conference call to all the other reservation truck stops. In less than two hours, Jimmie had enough trucks to go get all the trailers. "Just give me ten of them," he told the others. "The rest you can divide up between you. I'm sure there are some of your Sons and Daughters who would like to have a mobile Diner serving convoys between here and the other worlds." Jimmie was now happy that he could provide Diners to all the other Academies out there. His girls and his many nieces would have a steady income and he knew that each planet they were based at would also have a Brightfeather's satellite truck stop diner. And his contract with Wyoming/Ute would provide maintenance to their trucks. He'd been happy to know that the huge Bee Hives had gone over so well that every Diner was requested to have one. He called his brothers and sisters and cousins. "If you have a daughter, or daughters who wish to drive a Diner out across the stars, buy them a new truck and send them here so that they can learn to drive in the Ute Trucking Course. I have ten Diners that need trucks. Also we have room for support trucks to haul the livestock and other needed supplies for the diners," he informed them. In just two week's he had found himself with not just Eagle and Ruuk, but Barn Swallow, Meadow Lark, Road Runner, Mocking Bird, Blue Bird, and Cardinal. Each one pulling both trailers that made up a complete diner. And that didn't include the supply trucks that were paired with each one. And each pair assigned to a different Planets Academies. Though Ruuk was the only one that was not assigned as such, Ruuk was a Convoy support truck for convoys that ran between Earth and other destinations. Any convoy larger than ten trucks would be allowed to contract one of the Mobile Diners. While the Brightfeather's were contracted to the Academies, the other truck stops were free to contract openly with the larger convoys. By the time the truck of the second convoy were ready to return though, Wyoming/Ute had announced they had four more convoys ready to leave Earth for the stars. "Brightfeather's," Patty answered the phone. "Oh Patty, I was hoping I could talk with Paula," said Turkey, Gladys and Hatchetman's oldest daughter. "I wanted to know what advice to give Gopher for her first run as a Convoy Diner." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Paula was happy to be giving advice and sharing her experiences with Gopher. "How long have you been driving?" she asked. "Oh," giggled Gopher. "I just run the Diner. My husband Tree Falling and his younger brother Spinner drive the trucks." The pair talked for a while and Paula sent her recipes, and copies of her menus. Then suggested that she let her trucks link with Eagle, Hawk and Night Flyer to share and learn to be more efficient. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Pretty actually stepped out of the truck after Ringneck stopped along the Interstate. The houses on the south side she was surprised to realize she recognized. "Pretty are you alright?" he asked as he stepped up beside her. Lifting her arm she pointed to a house. "There that little green one on the corner, that's where I lived before I left here." "Pheasant?" "I will go to the next off ramp and navigate to you," supplied the truck as the young couple stepped toward the ditch. "I sat right here on this rock for hours watching people go by before I got the courage to actually leave," she said. It took twenty minutes to reach the house, people staring at them as they walked along the streets. Standing in front she gasped seeing the name was still on the mailbox as they stood at the end of the driveway looking at the front door. Slowly it opened and a middle aged woman looked out at them a minute. Suddenly she was rushing across the yard toward them. "Pat, Patricia is it really you?" there were genuine tears in the woman's eyes as she wrapped her arms around her. "I, I'm not sorry I ran away mother," she said. "Are you, are you happy now? I'm just glad you're home. Oh Baby you have no idea how much I've hated myself for not standing up for you. For letting him drive you out. I've worried so much not knowing what happened." The woman was sobbing. "Pretty, we're running short on time," Ringneck reminded her and the woman seemed to notice him for the first time. "You brought her home to me," she was wiping her tear streaked face. "I can't stay mother. We have to make a delivery and pick up another load to take back to Iridani," she told her mother. "We'll stop again on our way back through Ma'am," promised Ringneck as two police cars pulled up out front. "I, I won't be here then. I, the Sheriff's department is here to Evict me. I couldn't keep up the payments, not without his help. But I'm glad I got to see you. To know that you're safe. I just wish I could tell you where I'll be." "Ringneck, I detect a good deal of distress," Pheasant informed him. "And there is an Assessors truck headed for that destination. I believe they are going to force the occupant Julia Fisher to leave." "Thank you Pheasant," he said. "Mrs Fisher, did you really mean what you said about Pretty?" "Pretty, you mean Patricia?" "Yes my wife, Patricia 'Pretty' Lightfeather." "L, Lightfeather? Are you related to those people who disappeared?" "Yes Momma, I met him on Iridani where his family lives now. He's my husband." Pretty answered. "Ma'am, it's time to leave," said a deputy as Pheasant pulled past the house then began backing up into the yard. "Ring, I have reconfigured the front portion of the trailer to make room for anything your Mother in-law might wish to take with us. Also I have added room for her in the living section." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A week later Gopher and Skink pulled off the highway to be greeted the first three of the Brightfeather trucks. Soon three more pairs of diner trucks arrived ahead of their prospective convoys. The empty lot across from the truck stop began filling up with trucks preparing to join one of the convoys. As Eagle led the way out to slide into the middle of the first scheduled departure Paula called out to Gopher. "You're Convoy is set to leave an hour from now." "We'll slow down after we get on the freeway to give y'all a chance to catch up. Then we can join both Diners together and share resources while your waitresses get up to speed." "Oh thank you," said Gopher. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In the cab of the lead truck of the second convoy Julia Fisher sat watching as her daughter called for a check in of all the trucks. She was still getting used to calling her Pretty. "Five minutes to the Portal," she called out. "All trucks begin spacing out and increase to Portal Speed. Earth Terminal this is Pheasant, we'll catch you on the next return." "Earth to Iridani Five via Omega Seven, safe travels," called out someone over the radio. Her eyes got huge as the pillars shot up spinning, the onramp forming between them to stretch out into the haze two miles away and well above the ground. She couldn't believe how calm she was at the thought of driving into nothingness. But then she was slowly getting used to Zuss and Fuss, not to mention an intelligent truck that seemed to know everything. "Tell me again how we are going to take advantage of the diners," she said. "Once we are on the actual Freeway, our trucks will join together at cruising speed. At that time doorways will be opened to allow us to pass through the other trucks just like walking along a hallway inside a building," stated Pheasant.