Doug Deeson's musings

Zeke stepped out of the bunkhouse.  He looked at the sun rising in the distance, stretched and started walking towards the barn.  Austin was already there; he’d led his palomino out and was checking the cinch and seating of the saddle.  “Morning,” Zeke nodded as he passed and went in to retrieve and saddle his own mount.   Daisy Mae was a large chestnut, gentle as could be though and he loved her.   He led her out of her stall and grabbed his saddle; he tossed the blanket over her back then hefted the saddle up into place and began fastening and checking straps. He spent a few minutes tightening the straps and adjusting for her comfort.   Daisy Mae stood placidly through it all.   Picking up her reigns he led her out to find Austin packing up their supplies on their pack horse. They’d be out for a day or two, there were several calves missing and they were on a mission to find them.   There were a couple of places where they suspected that the...

The season was just getting ready to start, the final spring training games were underway. Spring training was also a time for the Umps to get in shape, to re-hone their skill set before the season begins.  Carl had been in Florida for about six weeks now and he was feeling a bit lonely, single and not one for the clubs, his closeted life left him isolated.  He did have dinner a few nights a week with his fellow umps and he had good friends there, and while they were friends, they just were not good enough friends to warm his bed.  And honestly, he was getting tired of stroking off. He'd gotten to the park early, what else was there to do he’d thought.   He drove into the parking lot which the umpires shared with the players and pulled into a spot.   A sporty convertible – a Benz, he later found out – pulled into the spot beside him, music blaring.   He glanced but didn’t really look, just drawn by the movement and noise. He shut off his engine, popped hi...