Transition to Tall Grass
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Slow,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is a continuation of Howie Randolph. No explicit sex. Second of series.
Little Doe ran into the hall. "Something is wrong. Come. Please."
Stinson ran and the Agency Doctor walked to the room.
"He's gone into shock," the doctor said.
Stinson looked bewildered.
Howie's mother and father hurried into the room. Howie was unconscious.
Howard said, "Call your brother."
Mildred answered, "My homosexual brother, the queer, you didn't want in our house."
Howard said, "Not now. Call him. See if we should fly Howie to Hopkins?"
The LDS man said, "My plane is in a field outside of town. It can make it to Baltimore. Just say the word."
She returned, "Howard, Richard says we should take him to Texas Tech or Oklahoma University. He doesn't think Howie should wait six hours."
Howard said, "I will beg your brother for help."
She said, "It's time that is the problem. Richard will do whatever he can."
Howie was in the ambulance on the way to the airplane. Stinson had IVs and two big cartons of apparatus on the plane.
The LDS executive had the plane started and ready. Howie's parents got on the plane. Two policemen carried Howie on a stretcher and put him on the plane.
The policemen left and shut the plane's doors... Stenson strapped Howie and the stretcher down. He held the IV bottles. The plane started down the road
Mildred said, "Baltimore please. Howard, I will never forgive you. You know that."
Howard said. "Howie will make it."
Two hours into the flight and Howie had lost all color.
The doctor came back. "They said, no more whole blood. Run two saline intravenously."
The doctor said, "He isn't going to make it."
Howie was barely alive when the plane touched down in Canton. An ambulance and police cars were waiting.
At Hopkins, Howard hugged his queer brother-in-law. "Thank you Richard."
A little, young doctor with a big noise and short slicked back hair asked Stinson questions, rapid fire.
"Who is that?"
"That is the most brilliant resident anyone has seen around here in years. He is the head resident."
Howie's mother said, "My god, a resident?"
Richard said, "He is brilliant."
Howie went through the emergency room door to the OR.
After an hour, Richard walked to them. His head was down.
"We did all we could, but there is not much hope.
"Your medic did an excellent job, but there was no antiseptics or even ether. The blood wasn't a close enough match. He went into shock and his systems shut down for a second time. We exchanged his blood as quickly as we could, but Howie has had too many catastrophic traumas. Getting shot, losing so much blood, being operated on in an ambulance in the field by a medic who had never done surgery, getting the wrong blood, flying four and a half hours, and having his blood replaced," he said.
Howard started to say something, but hesitated.
"Howard, the medic did all anyone could have done. Howie would have died without blood. Natural born plains Indians have identical blood types. There wasn't any other blood for Howie."
"Does he have any chance? "Was his brain damaged?" Howard asked.
Richard hugged them, "I am sorry. It had to be. It was too long a time, and twice. It maybe a blessing if he does not make it."
Howard said, "I should have never sent him to Scott. It was in the middle of nowhere and then he lives on an Indian reservation with savage Indians. It's my fault."
Mildred said, "He loved it. And he was happy for the first time. He was in way over his head with this chief nonsense, but he became a man there."
The LDS retired executive said, "The Chief wasn't in over his head. He was as good a man as I ever worked with and I was a Fortune 100 president. He was a natural businessman and leader. I would have been proud to have called him my son, I tell you that." The man was teary eyed. He hugged Howie's mother. "I am going to pray."
The little resident walked to Richard. "Doctor, he has made slight improvement. He regained some color and his body temperature rose."
Howie was so weak that anything could kill him. Any infection or any one of hundreds of things.
The LDS executive flew back. Howie's parents waited outside his room all night.
In the morning, Becky and Mrs. Hall came.
Becky asked, "How is he?"
"No change I am afraid," his mother said. "They keep him in a dark room, in warm water."
Late that afternoon, Richard said, "Good news, his brain is functioning. They couldn't give him a full test, but the partial is encouraging."
"That is good news. How much damage did it show?" Mildred said.
"It showed brain activity," Richard said.
Howard asked, "So he isn't brain dead?"
Richard nodded, "Howie's electrolytes aren't able to regulate his functions. They really need to get in balance for him to improve and to hold any damage he already had, where it is."
Mildred looked at him and said softly, "That doesn't sound good."
"We have the very best people working on it. I wish I could do more," he hugged his sister.
Then Howard hugged him, "We appreciate all you have done. Please forgive me."
Richard nodded. "We are doing all we can. I pray it is enough."
Howie took two weeks for Howie to recovery consciousness.
His mother held his hand. She saw him as his eyes looked around the room.
"You are at Hopkins. You have been here three weeks," she said.
"No one else is here," she said.
Howie had tubes running to and from different parts of his body. A resident took his feeding and breathing tubes out.
It was another couple of days before he could talk.
"Mom, where is Little Doe," he asked.
"She is still in Texas son."
"Ask Dolph to get Little Doe and Little Flower, please?"
His mother said, "I have a letter from Scott. He wrote, "Tell Tall Grass that I have Little Doe, Little Flower, and her child. They will be here until he comes for them. They are worried about him, but they are safe. Dawn and I have declared."
Howard asked, "When you are rested, you can tell me what that means?"
Howie nodded and went back to sleep.
Hopkins and the military hospitals didn't believe in bed rest. The next day Howie was out of bed and walking.
His mother thought, My poor baby. He doesn't look like he did. His football days are over.
Mildred stayed with her brother and his friend. She was at Howie's side as much as they would let her. Even Richard couldn't change Hopkins' procedures. Howard went back to his classes. He came when he didn't have class.
Howie said, "Dad, you asked what Dolph's letter meant. Dolph and Dawn had declared they are married. In Oklahoma, common law marriage requires a public declaration and living together a week. So they are married.
"The part about Little Doe, Little Flower and her child was to tell me that he had them and would keep them until I came. That meant that he protected them for claim by the person who killed me and if I return, they were mine."
Mildred said, "I don't understand."
"I killed Little Doe and Little Flower's husbands. I claimed them. I assumed responsibility for them. It is the old way so that someone looked after other people in the band. I had eight women. Three of them I released to others, Dawn to Dolph, April to Janet, and Louise to Stinson. I had four children I was responsible for. I didn't know that Little Doe and Little Flower were sisters until after Little Flower told me. It was the same time she told me she was pregnant with my child."
"What?" his mother said.
"If I die, Dolph would take them and not give them up. Since he is family, he could do that, although, any Kiowa warrior could press a claim against them and Dolph would have to defend them. Not being a Kiowa, Dolph wouldn't get any protection from a chief.
"A chief can also challenge the claim and do sometimes, but not for a person who is not Kiowa. The chief or council chief might not let them take them at Dolph's, since it is not Kiowa land."
Howard said, "So somebody kills another person and claims his family? That sounds barbaric. You did that?"
"Five men were robbing and beating the old people in my village. They took one woman to a truck stop and pimped her all night. The other three were people who came after me, because I killed the five. By claiming them, I took responsibility for them.
"Usually the reason a man gets killed does not have anything to do with the woman and the possessions. The chief would usually oppose a claim then," he said.
"Are you going to marry Little Flower?" his mother asked.
"No," he said.
"Isn't that the right thing to do?" Howard asked.
"I will be responsible for her and the child. I won't treat the child she had before and mine any differently. They are both mine."
"And what does Little Doe think about this?" his mother asked.
"It is the way it is," he said.
Howard said, "I am not okay with it."
His mother said, "Howard, we will talk with Howie about this later. Let's not wear him out now. We are glad you are better."
"Mom, have you had to drop your classes?" he asked.
"There will be other classes. I only have one child," she said.
"Oh, April moved back to help me," she said.
Howie stayed another week at Hopkins. He went to physical therapy and began rehabilitation. Richard got a psychiatrist to talk to him.
Howie asked Richard, "Could I talk with the hematologist?"
Richard arranged for the woman to see Howie.
Howie asked, "Doctor, was my blood completely changed?"
The doctor answered, "Almost all, but not all. The liver and soft tissues had some blood that remained. It is not enough to damage you."
So I still have Black Eagle's blood in me.
Howie asked, "If I have children with a Kiowa, will there be problems?"
"The first time there won't be a problem. The second child will die unless a complete transfusion is done," the doctor answered. "The procedures are new and you need to be at a major hospital."
Howie said, "Thank you."
The LDS executive sent cards and updated him on what had happened. It wasn't the Kiowa way and Howie didn't expect anything from them.
Becky drove down to see him. "Hi, I am glad you are recovering."
Howie asked, "Mom told me you came earlier. How are you doing?"
"I was worried about you. I am really sorry that you left before I got to tell you how badly I felt about the way I treated you," she said.
"I should have given you the chance. People do stupid things to people they care about. Funny, isn't it?" Howie said.
"That's the only excuse I have for the way I treated you," she said.
"Will you forgive me?" Howie asked.
"Me? I hope you will forgive me?" she said.
"I do," he said.
"I feel better. You are getting well. Are you coming back to school?" she asked.
"Becky, I am going back to stay to Oklahoma, as soon as I am well," Howie said.
"I will probably go to school until then. Mom wants me to, so I will," he said.
She said, "I wish you would stay. Howie, I like you a lot."
"You and mom want me to stay. Those are two good reasons, but I have responsibilities that I have to meet," he said.
"Becky, I like you too much and you are too nice not to be straight with you. I am very involved with someone there, " he said.
Becky nodded, "I understand. Please get well for her, if not for me."
"Thank you for coming to see me. I am glad we had a chance to talk. You know, you were the girl I dreamed about for a long time," he said.
She walked back to him and they had a lover's kiss.
"That will have to do me," she said and hurried out the door.
I couldn't lie to her. She was my first love and will always be special.
The Saturday before he left, Wanda came to visit.
They had a friendly kiss.
"Did your mom come with you?" he asked.
"A boy drove me down," she said.
"I want to meet him," he said.
She got the boy and introduced him.
Howie said, "You are a lucky man and you better not mistreat her. She is something special."
The poor boy knew of Howie's reputation.
He smiled, "She is that. You don't have to worry, I will treat her right."
They had a pleasant visit.
Howie said, "It was nice to meet you. Becky, please tell your mom, I said hi. Thank you for coming. They had a friendly kiss and she left."
Nice kid. Wanda is happy. I am glad.
Sunday morning, Richard pushed him out to the car. Mildred brought his things. His dad had the car by the entrance.
Howie said, "Thank you for all you did."
Howard said, "We really appreciate it. Would you and Bill come up for a visit soon?"
He hugged Mildred and said, "We will. Family should get together."
The trip to Pennsylvania tired Howie more than he thought it would.
April was waiting at the door for them. "It is good to see you Chief. Can I do anything?"
"Help mom so she can get back in school," he said.
When his mother left, April came to his room. She walked to him and knelt. She reached for his cock.
Howie said, "No."
A Kiowa woman didn't expect thank you or please.
"Take the load off my mother."
April nodded. She had cleaned and would ask about cooking.
Howie went to school for half a day, mostly to make his mom happy. He had passed the G.E.D. already in Oklahoma.
Howie went to physical therapy and walked. April always walked with him.
When Dolph picked up supplies in Wheeles or Guymon, he called Howie.
When the high school let out for the summer in late June, Dolph and Dawn came to Pennsylvania to get Howie. Richard called and talked to Howie.
Howie said, "We are having a wedding. Dad's brother and a Kiowa are getting married. You are invited. We are going to the Indian property on the Federal reservation in Carlisle."
"Are both of us invited?" Richard asked.
"I could marry you two, if you wanted," Howie said.
"Are you sure? It's not legal in Maryland."
"I am sure. I am the one who decides those things for the Kiowa. We are a Nation. You and Dolph are directly related to a Kiowa, I can do it on Indian land."
They drove to Carlisle to Indian property. Dawn had gotten Tall Grass' Kiowa bag. Tall Grass, outfitted in the traditional Medicine Man accoutrements, performed a double wedding: Dolph and Dawn, and Richard and Bill. April translated the ceremony. Bills' family also attended. Everyone was happy.
Dolph, Dawn, and Howie left for Oklahoma from Carlisle. They stayed in a motel in Ohio the first night. The second night they stopped in Missouri. They made Dolph's late on the third day. Howie was tired, but not too tired that he didn't enjoy Little Doe that night.
Sunup, he drove his pickup to the council building. Little Doe, Little Flower and her child were with them. He spoke with the police chief and got his council papers.
The Kiowa had many good traits, but compassion was not high on them. The attempted assassin had been killed soon after his capture.
Howie went to his new village, which was in Texas, and moved into the chief's house. He was treated as if he had never been gone. Well, maybe, Naomi, Rachael, and Ruth did not treat him as if he had not been gone. The second night, Rachael presented him her prize.
The third day, the council met. Stinson was now the least tenured chief. Tall Grass was home.