"Oscar Parker's Texas Adventure
Chapter 6
"We are crazy," said Nevada. Two fuckin cowboys caring on like this!"
"That's for sure," agreed Oscar. "Who would ever think, we would do this together?"
"Besides us - you mean, boss – NOBODY" giggled Nevada.
"Okay cowboy gets in the shower. Time to clean up and get to work. You first, then I'll follow," said Oscar.
"Okay, it's cool, having your own bathroom," commented Nevada, turning on the hot water.
It was now daylight, as the two of them came down the stairs, showered, dressed, and headed outside. Lil and Jenny were still sleeping; however, the men in the bunkhouse were up, showering and getting a bit loud, shouting back and forth.
"Nevada, let's take your truck to the bunkhouse," said Oscar. "Parking is on the right side in the gravel lot. A few men drive pickups and they park there.
"Okay boss" agreed Nevada. He followed directions and parked with the other trucks.
The bunkhouse was a comfortable home to a half dozen cowboys living together like men on a college campus. The bunkhouse was up to date, and different from the days of old El Paso.
Even though the outdoor temperature was very hot in the summer, every cowpoke had a bunk with sheets. The washroom had shower stalls, with half dozen sinks, and flush toilets.
They were indisputable Texas cowboys considered modern, compared to their great grandfathers who bathed in the river, and dumped in a three-hole outhouse, yet a cowboy is still a cowboy. Today, they bathe in warm water, and no longer smell like their horse. Their clothing once dirty and grungy now looked good enough for church.
Oscar hired a cook to prepare bunkhouse meals, and the men ate around a table where they also played checkers, games, and poker for money.
Oscar spent some of his time at the house, with Gram and Cousin Jenny. However, he stayed in the bunkhouse wanting to be one of the boys. He had a bunk and ate meals with them, playing poker, raising a fair amount of cowboy hell, which is not anything to brag about.
"C'mon Mr. Nevada, I'll introduce you to the cowpokes, and we'll have breakfast with them. As of now, you are working on the Parker Ranch.
Oscar spoke to Nevada as if he was a stranger, and Nevada replied accordingly. Things couldn't be smoother. Nevada swelled with pleasure, for the first time, in a long time. He realized he was the new kid on the block, but already it felt like home.
Cowboys are men, but called boys. Six of them occupied the bunkhouse five, herded cattle and did ranch work around the place. However, everybody worked, doing farm chores including Wally, the bunkhouse cook. Nevada made number seven.
Wally, likewise a cowboy, but also the bunkhouse cook and caretaker, for the men. He didn't herd cattle unless needed, and then he would pitch in. Now, with Nevada, Wally could stay "mother hen," to the boys. He did more than cooking. He washed sheets and even the clothes for some who didn't like doing laundry. It wasn't difficult with an automatic washer and dryer in the bunkhouse back room. Not like the days when clothes scrubbed in the river, laid on rocks or on bushes in the sun, to dry.
There was a lot of whooping and hollering going on when Oscar walked in with Nevada following close behind.
"Hey, boss, I wondered where you'd been last night. Who's the feller with yuh? Asked Wally, clearing off the table so the boys had room to eat breakfast.
"Wally, this is our new wrangler, Nevada. He's working here now."
"Howdy," said Wally, sticking out his hand for a proper howdy.
Wally was energetic and friendly, smiling and moving quickly, talking and working at the same time. He was young for being a cook on a ranch. Normally cooks were older men who no longer worked like the younger fellows, so they prepared meals. It was a throwback to the good old Wagon Train Days. Wally didn't fit the mold of a Wagon Train cook. The important thing was, the man could cook,' say no more.
Two cowboys sitting on bunks came over to meet Nevada. "Brad – Adam, meet Nevada," said Oscar. Then he walked away into the kitchen area, to see what smelled so good for breakfast. Nevada was on his own.
They didn't say much being distracted by Wayne, another wrangler who had just showered. He stood next to his bunk naked, after lowering a damp towel. He lifted one leg onto the bunk running the towel between his legs and between the hairy cheeks of a sweet looking ass. Nevada looked that way, however for only a second simply to acknowledge him.
Wayne raised one arm shouting "Howdy" to Nevada, and that was that.
Two more cowboys that Nevada needed to meet – Sergio and Eddie, who were playing checkers, but stopped when breakfast was placed on the table.
They knew who Nevada was by now, so they patted him on the back saying "Howdy, or welcome," something like that.
Oscar ignored Nevada talking mostly to Wally about breakfast.
"I hope you prairie bandits are hungry this morning," said Wally – why I worked my little ole fingers to the bone cooking all these steaks and eggs for you critters," he giggled.
Eddie started laughing and pulled a chair up next to Nevada at the table.
"You will get used to Wally, he acts like a jerk sometimes, and will jaw out some girly words just to be funny, but he's not a homo. Yuh, ain't got to avoid him, he's just silly," Eddie assured him.
"Oscar heard the word, "homo," but pretended he didn't. He knew men talked that way, so he learned to ignore them. Arguably, there were three cowpokes, in the bunkhouse, he would fuck with, but never said a hint of anything, except thinking.
"I'm not a tenderfoot, Nevada said to Eddie. " I knew Wally was being silly. Every ranch that I slogged on, avoiding, another cowboy, wasn't allowed. On the range, we look out for one another," said Nevada.
"Hey, this cowboy, I like," shouted Wayne across the table. There was some mild grumbling where every wrangler agreed. Oscar poured a cup of coffee ignoring all of them. They took to Nevada right off; he was already one of the boys.
Eddie had a belly starting over his belt. He was in his thirties, maybe forties, adding to a certain intrigue. He didn't seem as talkative as the others, but that didn't matter.
The only cowboy drinking coffee that Oscar hadn't spoken to was Sergio, but he soon resolved that.
Sergio was the most interesting of all. Not the sexiest, (that would be Wayne and Brad) but the most interesting. Sergio was Hispanic from South America, and spoke fairly good English with a Spanish accent.
He didn't look like a Texas cowboy, but resembled an immigrant farm boy, sweet as all get out. Very easy going and delightful. He wore baggy pants compared to everybody else in tight jeans.
Sergio was definitely, Hispanic, and that alone, made him a fantasy under the sheets. Nevada would know the answer to that fantasy when Sergio took a shower. Nevada was a genius at seeing, without looking. Nobody could ever accuse him of staring, if he didn't want you to see him do it.
Nevada continued talking to Sergio. The rest of the cowpokes were shoving food in their faces and talking among themselves.
"For two years now, I work here. I travel from Mexico to El Paso," began Sergio.
"How did you get to El Paso?" asked Nevada.
I walked, and swim too, so I make it. Boss man, Oscar sees me in El Paso and brings me here to ranch to work. I am very good at breaking horses – the best I am. Horses like me and I understand them." He told Nevada.
Before Nevada could reply, Sergio spoke again. His English was a little choppy, but you could follow what he was saying.
"I know next question is – "am I legal." YES, I have a green card. Grandma-ma, Lil see that I am legal with a job and bunkhouse to live in."
"Do you like it here? Nevada asked, finding Sergio different from the others, for an obvious reason, so he kept him talking.
"Yes, but not Mexico. I come from Venezuela, and that is where I lived. It took much money to get through Mexico to El Paso, where Oscar helped me to work here."
"You worked to pay for passage," replied Nevada, "good for you."
"NO, I didn't work until I got to Texas. In Venezuela, I walk the streets for money. It's not crazy; many boys do that for money. We are poor.
American and Aussie men pay nice for me in a hotel room." he continued.
"I don't do that anymore, no more, all behind me now," he added. I have good job breaking horses and have American money in bank account that Grandma Lil, helped me to do. She is a very good woman."
"I break wild horses too," said Nevada, "we should work together."
"I know, we can work together, Wayne has seven horses left to break, maybe more. You and me are going to do it," said Sergio.
"Ok, sounds good. Why Wayne, isn't Oscar the boss," asked Nevada, slightly confused.
"Oscar is foreman, top boss to hire some cowboys. Oscar hired me, and you too. Wayne is our working boss, and you will catch on. It is simple, no problem." Sergio added smiling for the first time.
"It's surprising how much I have already learned about the boss," said Nevada. "No doubt I will catch on quickly, around here.
Sergio was difficult, if not impossible, to dislike. That goes for Sergio the Cowboy. And goes double for Sergio the person.
"You notice a lot when you don't close your eyes. Nevada noticed everything.
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