Feuding in Texas is infamous, and no – I’m not talking about the University of Texas Longhorns and the Texas A&M Aggies – I guess that feud is over since A&M left the BIG 12 – and to tell you the truth, I miss it. Thanksgiving Day just wasn’t the same without the football game. I want to tell you about a couple of feuds and then return to a true football feuding story that Jess will probably kill me for telling you – but I like to live dangerously.
This topic came to me since I increased my McCoy clan by bringing in a group of cousins that were a surprise to my original six residents of Tebow Ranch. I made the offhand comment in the last book that they might feud like the Hatfields and the McCoys and I got an email from a reader who was one of the actual true to life REAL McCoys. She had even attended the Hatfield –McCoy reunion a few years back. In my next few Hell Yeah! novels, the new McCoy cousins will feud good-naturedly with their kin, but they will ultimately prove themselves invaluable by sticking up for the family when the going gets tough. Families do have a tendency to stick together – blood is thicker than water.
We spend part of our year near the eastern border of Texas at a lake house. This area of eastern Texas and western Louisiana was mostly ignored by the Spanish, Mexican and Texas authorities during the early 1800’s. This was before the Civil War and before Texas became a state. This strip of neutral ground was notorious for being lawless – full of cattle rustling, land frauds and murders. A group of men stepped forward to regulate the land. They called themselves the Regulators. But – as sometimes happens, this group of regulators became vigilantes. So another group stepped forward to moderate the regulators. And they were called – - Moderators. These two groups formed the Texas feud known as the Moderator/Regulator War. I wouldn’t be telling you about this, if I didn’t have a little personal history involved. We own land that used to be stomping ground for the cowboys who rode in this infamous Texas ‘war’. I remember my Nana telling me about a really wild incident that took place at a wedding and ended up being one of the worst mass murders that ever took place in East Texas.
Over the fog of time, the details have become murky, but this particular part of the Regulator/Moderator war was fought over some, supposedly, stolen hogs and a Romeo and Juliet match between the children of Regulator and a Moderator. The man accused of the murders had been purported of poisoning a wedding cake with arsenic or peach pies with peach leaves which contained prussic acid. Wilkerson was lynched for the crime of murdering some forty people at this wedding supper, but some say it was a simple case of accidental food poisoning. This was a time when CSI could have come in handy.
There were other notable feuds a few years later that seemed more of a continuation of the Civil War if anything, but there was another one which also occurred in my backyard and involved people that have descendants which are friends of my uncle to this day. The Conner/Smith/Lowe Feud also began over disagreements concerning free-range hogs, differing political opinions and even a controversy over who would play violin at a wedding. The Texas Rangers were called in to end this one, and they had their work cut out for them – the sharp-shooting Conner’s were able to keep them at bay within the pine thickets of East Texas for quite some time.
Hopefully this year, I will write a historical romance set during this time period – if I can tear myself away from my contemporary Texas cowboys.
But let me tell you about a more current feud and how it came home to roost at my house. My brother is a Texas Longhorn – a devout Texas Longhorn. He doesn’t really acknowledge the TEXAS/TEXAS AGGIE feud, but he does adhere to the TEXAS/OKLAHOMA feud that is fought at the Cotton Bowl every year. He feels so strongly about it that when I told him we were going up into southeastern Oklahoma to research a spot for Noah’s book, he balked on me. There is a true story embedded in MY ALIYAH concerning one of Jess’s antics – let me post it here for you and I’ll let you use your imagination. It really happened – - – - oh, and there is a raunchy part too – as always.
This is a post from MY ALIYAH –
“I need to make sure we’re all on the same page.” Tyler led the disgruntled group to the kitchen table. “Ky, make some coffee, will ya?” Ky fumbled around with the pot, making so much noise that Tyler wanted to kick his ass. “If you wake up my Aliyah, I’m gonna tear you a new one.”
“My Aliyah, so that is how it is.” Jagger smirked. “You’ve fallen for our beautiful Mossad.”
“She’s my beautiful Mossad, you thick-headed gorilla.” Tyler growled at the mountain of a man.
“Don’t you think we ought to wake her up? Until we are told otherwise, she is the leader of this operation.” Rebel observed dryly.
“She may be leading this mission, Boys. But the lady belongs to me, which, in short, makes me the leader of the mission.” At Tyler’s cock-eyed reasoning, all three of the other men snorted their amusement.
“I want to be here when you tell the little bad-ass that.” Jagger laughed. “Tyler, your Dom nature is making you write checks I don’t think your ass can cash.”
“What did you wake us up for, Ty?” His brother endeavored to get down to the nitty-gritty.
“I’m not leaving here tomorrow. It doesn’t matter how many orders Aliyah gives.” Tyler looked from one to the other, gauging their respective reactions.
“I knew you weren’t going anywhere.” Rebel sighed as he helped himself to some of Ky’s coffee. “Can’t say that I would go either, not if Aliyah Sharon belonged to us.”
“If you’re not going anywhere, then neither am I,” Kyler stated.
“What about Cooper and the baby?” Tyler didn’t want anything to happen to his sweet sister-in-law and his future niece or nephew.
“They’ll be safer with me than they will be anywhere else. Besides, she told me last night that if you stayed, we all stayed. She said we’re a family.” Ky’s face softened, and Tyler was jealous of the permanent, unshakeable bond his brother had with his wife. For the first time, Tyler Landon knew that he wanted it all—a wife, kids, the whole nine yards.
“We’ll put your wife in the safe room.” Jagger jerked his thumb toward the room where Aliyah lay sleeping. “Aliyah is not going to be happy about this.”
“No, she’s not,” Ty sighed. “But, there’s no other way. I don’t care how many guns and bodies arrive tomorrow, I’m not walking away from my woman.”
Curiosity seemed to get the best of Rebel as he leaned forward. “How is this working?” He caught Tyler’s eye. “I know what kind of a woman does it for you and Aliyah is no submissive.”
“Aliyah is perfect,” Tyler’s answer was short and sweet. He didn’t owe anyone an explanation. “She is exactly what I need. And I plan to be there for her when she needs me.”
“Ty,” Kyler’s voice was sympathetic. “What about when she returns to Israel? How are you going to handle that?”
“I don’t know.” What other answer did he have?
Satisfied that he had accomplished what he set out to do, Tyler returned to bed with his Aliyah. Shedding his clothes, he pulled back the covers and slid in. Immediately, her body sensed his and curled around him. He enclosed her in his arms and vowed that this would not be the last night he held her.
“Hmmmm,” Aliyah squirmed with pleasure. Waves of bliss were radiating through her body. Was she dreaming? Her nipples were standing at attention and… “Ah, oh, Tyler.” What a way to wake up!!
“Open for me, Baby. I want to come home.” In a heartbeat, Aliyah spread her legs and lifted her hips. With one bold move, Ty slid in to her welcoming, wet pussy. “God, yes!” she moaned. “Deeper, Baby! Harder! It feels so good!” Ty covered her completely, pressing her down into the mattress. Capturing her hands in his, he weaved their fingers together and held them on either side of her head. There was nothing in the world like this! She felt the hair on his chest scrape against her nipples and she held her head up, demanding his mouth on hers. “Kiss me!”
“You are a demanding little wench, aren’t you?” Ty laughed as he easily filled every one of her requirements. “Harder. Deeper. Kisses. You are such a doll. When I saw you so cuddly and warm in your sleep, I couldn’t let the moment pass.”
“I am finding that I am always hungry for you, Ranger.” She pumped her hips upward, meeting him lustily for every pummeling thrust. As she felt her orgasm build, she held him tight and couldn’t resist sinking her teeth into his shoulder.
“That’s right, Baby. Mark me. I’m yours. Make it plain for all to see,” he encouraged her. When the muscles of her vagina clamped down on his cock, Tyler Landon exploded within her, and she held him close wishing she could make the moment last forever.
“I don’t like it,” she reiterated. “I need you to be in a safe place.”
“And I need to be with you.” Ty tapped her on the end of the nose. “Like I told you in the parking garage, this is Texas and I’m a man, ergo, I am in charge.”
“Ergo,” Kyler laughed. “Do you even know what ergo means, bonehead?”
“You’re not supposed to be eavesdropping, Brother. And yes, I do know what ergo means. I, like you, have a degree of higher learning from the great University of Texas.”
“Hey, we’re all Longhorns.” Jagger laughed, enjoying their camaraderie.
“Well, let’s just pretend that fighting Saldado’s men is like us meeting Oklahoma on the football field. So, what time is it, Guys?” Ky laughed.
Rebel checked his watch. “It’s eight o’clock and Saldado still sucks!”
“Do you say that about a rival team? That’s not very nice,” Aliyah reprimanded them.
“Nice is for pansies, Baby.” Ty stole a kiss. “Let me tell you a funny story. Last year, Kyler had to have a little operation on his private parts.” Kyler instantly made a face and Cooper looked dismayed.
Kyler shot right back. “It’s okay, I had to have penis reduction surgery. Got tired of Tyler’s whining. I told you he’s got a teeny wienie.” Tyler bopped his brother upside the head. Aliyah laughed at their antics. She knew exactly what size Tyler’s penis was. He was hung!
“Anyway,” he continued the story. “After they had gassed him up with anesthetic, he lost his good sense. His doctor was an Oklahoma man, an OU graduate. And all Ky could say was 45- 35, 45-35—the score of the last game they had played where Texas beat Oklahoma, yet Oklahoma, somehow, managed to land a spot in the National Championships. As the doctor rolled him to the operating room, knife in hand, Kyler was hollering OU Sucks! 45-35!”
“You’re lucky you didn’t wake up with OU carved on your dick, Ky.’ Jagger laughed.
“Yea, or 45-35,” Rebel added. “Just think, you’d always be having to explain the score tattooed on your Johnson.” As they let their tension dissipate by sharing a good laugh, Aliyah received a call.
Help had arrived.
Thanks for reading.
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