Wes thought much over the next few days as he sat at home planning the business. Thoughts of Jon as a colt occasionaly popped up with an idea to visit him at the stable. However Wes decided that nothing he could do for Jon now, as it was up to Jon the colt to grow and be at stud.
"Word of mouth was the best way to advertise his skill!" thought Wes. He knew that you can't go around advertising on sign boards about mircles and spells to aid all! He had to do some work for people and then tell those not to talk about it to anyone. The reverse pschy would do the trick and the word would spread fast. Those that came with intent to harm his practise may end up joining Jon or worse.
Word spread as his cash journal increased:
Betty Ward, Shingles case - cured - $4,500.
Frank Smeed, Seed Warts case- cured- 1,000.
Anna Repeel, Short of breath cured 2,000.
Ken Rooste, Imputent cured 2,500.
Lynn Russell, Deaf new ears 7,000.
Sid Dales, Sex fiend, changed life 20,000.
Alex Sands, Gay oversexed new job 105,000. (Call 1 yr. Tanner Stud)
Stan Rooste, Questions, new job N.C. (Vital Needs Dairy)
Jose Denza, Blind one eye cured 1,000.
Jean Mayer, Depression cured 52,524.(Call 11 mo. Tanner Stud)
Dr. A. Levene, Shaking cured 50,000.
Scott Kilding, Nervous cured 6,500.
So on and so on it went till Wes had earned a half million dollars in just eight months. Now living at the Top of the Mark Hotel penthouse suite he had all that fame and money could buy.
The ointment shop was now very busy turning out mircles and spells to aid and remove road blocks to his success. After a year was done Wes was out witha beautiful woman for an evening ride in the park and a night in the penthouse. The lady had asked for a white coach ride thru the park at night. Wes was always in the right mood but whatever the lady wanted he could provide.
The striking ivory white coach pulled up to the curb. A driver dressed in a red jacket, white trousers, black high leather riding boots and a silk top hat opened the coach door. The special lady stepped aboard as did also Wes witha smile.
The easy ride in the park was so relaxing. Wes asked the man were he found such a matched pair of Percherons?
"A strange tale that one sir! A friend and I were working one evening and our dear Betty here was pulling the load by herself. We spotted a colt standing in an alley all alone. He had no license or markings of ownership. So we took him into our care and over this last full year he has grown to a nice sized stallion. The two of them pull the coach tonight and will for a month or so till Betty drops her foal. Our pride here, that's his name Pride, is the sire of her foal. He is a hot male for sure, why even the very night we found him he mounted a pony mare. A woderful fate was on our side when Pride came into our lives! Sir!" said the man with the crack of the whip.
Wes returned to the penthouse and settled down for a warm enchanting evening.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Wes jumped out of bed and ran to the window.
"Damn it, Pride, Pride, it was Jon!"
Jumping to the phone as his lady friend sat wondering what she had done or said, Wes called the stable.
"Heelllo!"
"Hi this is your evenings employer I need to come and see your place of business, what's the address?"