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* "NEW TO TEACHING LOVE" *
* (part 6) *
* by Vince Water February 7, 2005 *
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| Copyright 2005-2006 by Vince Water Corrected 5/06 |
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When we reach Havre, I drive to Roy's Motorcycles so that we can pick up
Running Water. We're a little early if he's working until four. It's only
3:25 right now according to my watch. I'm pulling alongside the curb instead
of going into the parking lot so his fellow employees won't see Jes sitting
in my lap when we crowd the front seat. No need to embarrass my brother.
I shut the engine off. Grandfather is still asleep against the window.
Jesse and I exchange glances. :I'll go in to see if Running Water can leave
now or if we should wait a bit.:
:Don't press him to leave,: Asks Jesse. :He's already taken off early
from work a bunch of times on our account so I don't want his boss getting
mad at him. We can wait.:
I'm nodding in agreement. My door is closed with care so as to not awaken
grandfather. Our trip to Great Falls has worn on him. I walk past a warehouse
(where I've park the truck) to an old haunt of mine. A grim smile crosses my
lips. Whenever my motorcycle broke down, I'd limp over to Roy's Motorcycles
to get it fixed. I'm a first name basis with everyone. Funny how Jesse's
uncle was working here and we'd only met the day before Jes came to class
with his mom. Running Water had blown his chance to catch me first. I'd felt
an attraction to him during our ride to Chinook to get me a replacement chain
but I didn't glean his interest in me. He was my first Indian friend. Later,
I discovered that he wanted it to become more but it was too late. My heart
had already been given to Jesse.
When I approach the service garage, Paul catches sight of me. He drops his
wrench onto the seat of the motorcycle he's working on to greet me.
"Mike! How are you?"
"I'm fine. You?"
"Busy." Paul laughs. "Hey. You've left your motorcycle here for over a
week. I was wondering when you were coming back to pick it up."
"Ah. I'm not. I've given it to Running Water to use for parts. I'm driving
a truck now." Paul looks past me and I follow his eyes to the red Ford pickup
parked in front of the warehouse. I can tell that he recognizes it.
"Isn't that Running Water's truck?"
"Yeah. I've been using his while mine is being serviced." Paul rolls his
eyes in dismay.
"Have you traded one problem vehicle for another?" he asks.
"I hope not. His aunt had an old F-150 in her garage collecting dust so
she's letting me use it. I'm having work done to bring it back to life."
"Oh." Paul drops his gaze to think about something for a moment.
"Is Running Water here?" I'm not Sensing his presence.
"Naw. He took off a few hours ago."
"Do you know who picked him up?"
"Some Indian buck... One of his relatives, I think."
That doesn't narrow the possibilities since I can come up with a handful
of family names. Oh. Paul said it was a young man from his colorful metaphor.
"Don't take that wrong. I have a lot of respect for Running Water. He's a
good mechanic and he is my friend."
A smile creeps on my lips. "I'm glad."
"Mike. Is everything alright with him do you know?"
"What do you mean?" Paul becomes uncomfortable with where our conversation
is leading. He's hoping I'll say something first so he won't say anything
embarrassing coming from his mistaken assumption about my relationship with
Running Water. I wet my lips. "He's my brother."
"Oh."
Paul stares at me as if trying to glean what else Running Water is to me.
I don't know this man well enough to speak more plainly.
"Well. Whoever picked Running Water up this afternoon drove a white
Cherokee. I hope that helps."
"That must have been his cousin, One-white-horse. He's about my age." Paul
falls back into his thoughts. I hope he won't ask me something difficult.
"Well. I let him know you came by to return his truck but that won't be
until tomorrow."
I'm nodding. Paul kicks a stone out of the garage coming from nervousness.
Oh, oh. He is gonna say something big!
"I'm sorry to hear about all the trouble you're in, Mike."
I'm muttering my thanks. Paul has something more to say about that.
"I think it's weighing heavily on Running Water. He doesn't talk about it
but I know him well enough to see that it's bothering him."
Really. I know how well Running Water can mask how he's feeling inside. Is
my brother that worried about the trouble I'm in that it shows? I give Paul a
good look but don't sense that his interest in Running Water is anything more
than that of being friends. Too bad. I'm liking this man. He's closer in age
to my brother and obviously more mature than myself. The emotions that he's
feeling is revealed on his face and heard in his heartfelt words. He has
sandy blond hair, blue eyes and a typically pointed white nose. His overall
appearance is a bit scruffy. I think Running Water would want Paul if he were
gay and liked Indians.
"Well. Good luck to you, Mike."
We're shaking hands that signals the end to our conversation. I turn from
Paul and make my way back to the truck. Jesse is peering at me through the
windshield. I Send him a burst of what's happened.
:I wonder why One-white-horse picked him up? That makes me worry that
something has happened.:
:I don't know.: I'm getting into the truck and fasten my seatbelt. :Maybe
we'll find out when we return to your mom's house.: I start the engine and
take off. Paul waves when we pass by.
When I'm pulling into Winna's driveway, I don't see a white jeep parked
out front. In fact, no one is guarding over the house. Grandfather comes
awake when I shut the engine off. Jesse fills him in on what's happened back
at the motorcycle shop.
"Do you want me to drive you back to Chinook?" I ask.
"No, Short Hair." The old man releases a weary sigh. "I'd like to rest
for a while and see if Jes-ee-ah's mother will put a plate down for me at
the dinner table."
I'm no longer surprised by the way grandfather puts things. Jesse and I
speak with grandfather in Siksika since that's a language we understand best
amongst us. I knew Grandfather was really tired from our trip. I suspect
that he's not often taking long drives and with that delicate stomach of his,
wants it to settle down a bit before someone drives him back to Chinook.
Winna won't be home for a few hours. She'll gladly offer her uncle a meal
unless she brings home chicken again from being too tired to cook after work.
I turn to Jesse. :Can you call your mom to let her know that we'll be having
a dinner guest?:
:Yes, love. I'm going to put grandfather in our bed so he can sleep.:
I've been getting out of the truck during our Talk. Jesse is helping his
grandfather. The old man leans heavily onto his grandson when we walk up to
the front of the house. :If he wants to stay the night, we'll sleep on the
floor in the front room.:
:Like old times, huh?:
I'm smiling in fond remembrance. Winna had allowed me to sleep over during
a snowstorm and Jes came to me late in the night. It was the first time that
we'd gotten naked together and loved. He even dared to stay with me until the
morning before his mother woke up. We didn't get caught.
Jes gives me that Look. Yeah. He knows I'm thinking about that night even
though he can't peek in my head anymore. From his pocket, a key is taken to
unlock the front door. We go inside.
When Jesse takes his grandfather down the hall towards our bedroom, I use
the bathroom. My butt has been aching me since last night. Moving my legs
again after that long drive is reminding me of that. Man! Owopspec forgot
that he wasn't fucking a well broken in ass. I'm reaching up to my neck. His
bite to it has since crusted. My shirt collar hides that from being seen so I
won't be getting stares from Winna across the dinner table tonight.
After cleaning up, Jes meets me outside the bathroom. He has a pillow and
two folded blankets held in his arms. I follow him into the front room. We're
exchanging quick thoughts. Grandfather fell asleep once his head hit the
pillow, Jesse reports. We agree not to disturb his rest if he doesn't come
out of our bedroom to take dinner with us. Sleeping is more important than
food. We're hoping that Winna will agree.
Jesse plops down on the couch. I remain standing by the coffee table.
"What's wrong, love?"
I'm smiling at his soft accent. Too often, we're talking with our heads so
I miss hearing it. "Ah. I'm feeling too restless to sit down. It was a long
drive from Great Falls." Jesse nods with understanding.
"Do you want something to eat?"
"No." I'm patting my stomach. "Those pancakes were pretty filling." A
thought strikes me. "Are you hungry?"
"Not really. Mom will fix us dinner in a few hours. I can wait till then."
Jesse gets back to his feet. He's looking out the front window and that
reminds me. "No one is guarding the house."
"We can," offers Jesse. He makes a silent battle gesture for going on
watch against our enemies.
In reply, I'm reaching down to my waist but don't find my knife. Jesse's
eyes widen. He knows what I was looking for because of his former self.
"Good-eyes had given that to Chris."
"It was a good metal blade he'd taken off a soldier. The envy of all the
other warriors for such a fine thing and he'd gifted it to me!"
"I know."
My heart aches for missing Owopspec. Then I realize that he's still here,
in Jesse. :Are you often delving into your former self's memories?: I Ask.
:Sometimes. He has much wisdom to offer and before you ask, let me assure
you that he's at ease within me. We're able to Talk now without fear of him
trying to possess me.:
:I'm glad. Ah. I should warn you that reviewing his memories can be a bit
unsettling. When Chris was seeing through my eyes, he found our modern times
very odd. I sometimes got lost in his thoughts, thinking they were my own
until forcing him back down inside me.:
:And now?: Asks Jesse.
:We have Merged. All that Chris was has become a part of me. I don't think
of memories being his or mine anymore but ours. When I talk about my former
self, what he's experienced, I sometimes forget to say 'that's from Chris'
but talk as if I were him. He is me, after all.:
:I've noticed, love.: Jesse smiles.
I'm noticing something too. We're sitting on the front porch together but
I don't remembering passing through the door. Hmm. There's a duality I have
with Chris when I'm thinking from his part of myself. Mike's body walked out
of the house while I was somewhere else. It's hard to explain.
I'm looking across the lawn and notice that it's a deeper green than only
a week before. Snow had covered it before... That reminds me of that terrible
Saturday. I find the place where Lt. Danielson had fallen after I tripped him
off the porch. I'm probably gonna go to jail because of it. Not for defending
Jesse but because I kept striking that officer after he fell. I was so angry
at him!
"What's wrong, love?" asks Jesse.
I turn to him after erasing the strong emotions from my face. "Nothing."
My thoughts turn to the neighbors. None of them were home when that officer
confronted us. When it comes to it, I don't recall ever seeing them. I've
been staying at Winna's house for over a week and none of her neighbor's have
so much as peeked their heads out from their doors. I ask Jes about this.
"The house behind you is usually empty during the winter months. An old
man lives there by himself. I think he stays with relatives in Texas for
half the year."
"What about that house?" I'm pointing to where Jesse told me about his
friend playing cowboys and Indians with him when they were boys.
"Oh. Edward's parents sold their house a few years ago and moved away."
Jesse goes deep into thought. "I missed playing with him."
"You haven't been with any other boys your age?"
"Not really. No one white after Edward. When mom took me to events or
family reunions, no one wanted to play with me. I think they were afraid to
because I didn't act that friendly."
"Jes. You're autistic. Didn't they understand that?"
"How could they when I didn't even understand what that meant myself. When
mom put me in a special program at school, I met other kids like me but we
didn't play together. Some are autistic but others have different behavioral
problems where they acted up in class. I was scared of them. Especially for a
boy named Rob Jackson. There's so much anger in him."
"I'm sorry, Jes."
"It's not your fault." Jesse's sad expression brightens when he says,
"Then you came along. I Felt your interest in me that was exactly how I felt
about you. It surprised me how shy you were to do anything with me though."
"I didn't have your... ah, experience." I'm bucking against the porch.
Jesse sticks his tongue out. "You overcame your shyness pretty fast."
"Yeah. I have a good teacher." Running Water was trying to 'teach' me too
but his blatant acts frightened me. Then he learned that I was in love with
Jesse and his whole attitude towards me changed. He opened himself up so
that I could see the man he really is behind his Indian fierceness. That's
what had me falling in love with him. My heart aches for him now.
From Paul, I've learned that Running Water has been more affected by my
legal troubles than I knew. Have the other employees at Roy's Motorcycles
noticed this in him too? Is it affecting his work? Another thought comes to
me. What if my brother is hurting about something else? It seemed like Paul
knew that his friend and I are together in a relationship when he asked me
'Is everything alright with him do you know?'
I should know. I'd noticed how distant Running Water was to me when he
picked us up Tuesday morning. Jesse had to sit in my lap. That had gotta
hurt him to see that we're finally together as a couple (though he's happy
for us) but where does that leave him? I've been trying to assure the man
that we can remain loving. My heart is big enough for both of them.
"Mike? Don't think too much. Okay?"
"I can't help myself." Jesse reveals concern on his face so I reach my
right arm around to hold him close to me. "I'm okay. Really." My lover is
worried about something and voices it.
"Grandfather told me something while you were, ah... taking your walk."
"What was that?" I'm staring at Jesse. He shyly drops his eyes from mine.
:You've been enduring a lot. We both knew that with all that's been going
on. Grandfather told me that we're going through growing pains.:
He's reverted into mind talk. :Growing pains? What does he mean by that?:
:Our Connection. Grandfather was concerned by how close we were after his
Passing Ritual but we managed to separate ourselves. Then you Merged with
Chris. I think you're still dealing with that, love.: Jesse takes a breath
and speaks out loud. "Monday night, I changed an aspect to our bond so we
wouldn't lose ourselves in false ecstasy. It also meant that I can't peek in
your head anymore. You were always complaining to me about it."
"I thought I wanted that yet I'm feeling at a loss because you're not
there to scold me when I'm thinking stupid things like what happened in the
truck." Jesse is peering intently at me and hoping I'll tell him what
happened. It was something stupid. A moment of weakness that shames me. I'm
shaking my head to let Jes know that I don't want to talk about it even with
mind speaking.
"We're both learning how to control our special bond."
"Yeah." I'm laughing all of a sudden. "Who would believe that such things
can happen between two people, Jes? We can't consult a psychologist about it.
Even grandfather doesn't know how to help us sometimes. He asked you to Speak
with that spirit inside us when our bond was getting out of control."
In a small voice, "I'm not sure how I did it. That spirit is such an
innocent when it comes to the problems faced by the living. It's never had a
human body of its own to manage, only an elk skin bundle it was sleeping in
all those years until Passing into us."
"You did good," I offer Jes in praise. "Now we can make love with our
bodies instead of just feeling intense from just thinking about it."
"That was a necessary change to our bond but it prevents me from easily
Hearing your thoughts when you're not Sending them to me. I think that's
what grandfather was warning me about in the truck. We need time to get used
to how we're Connected when any aspect of it changes."
"I agree. I'll try not thinking too much but if I do, I'll tell you what's
on my mind so you can scold me."
"Sounds good to me, love. You need someone to look after you sometimes."
I'm giving Jesse that Look. He notices it.
"What?"
I'm smiling. "It's you. Listen to you! I've not heard you speaking with
such confidence before." Jesse doesn't bat an eye. He knows what I'm talking
about. "Is that coming from your former self?"
"Maybe some of it. We had a long talk, Good-eyes and I."
"I know. Owopspec scolded me to go to sleep when you were consulting with
him in our tipi." Jesse's eyes grow very wide.
"I didn't know you were there! Did you listen to us?"
"No. Owopspec spoke in a strange tongue with you, like what Comes-the-rain
chants during his rituals. He told me to go to sleep and I did."
"We were speaking in a shaman's cant." Jesse's lips press tight together.
:Good-eyes told me things that I can't talk about. Even to you.:
"I understand. It must have helped because you do seem more confident in
yourself, my love. Charms A Bird said that you'll be able to draw on your
former self's wisdom. Even grandfather said that." We're both bowing our
heads in grief because we learned today that he doesn't think his old body
will last that many more moons. Jesse will turn to Shaman Good-eyes to
complete his training as a shaman after grandfather is gone.
Jes isn't recovering from his moment of sadness. I Call out to my lover.
:Don't be sad. Grandfather will teach you what he can in the time left to him
before he goes to his reward in the Above.: Jesse lifts his eyes to mine and
he nods. I'm Sensing that he's holding something back. It makes him afraid!
:Tell me!: I mind shout. Jesse flinches in response and I'm feeling bad.
After calming myself, I speak out loud. "I'm sorry. If it's something you
can't talk about, I'll understand. Grandfather will be telling you things too
that only shamans can know."
"It's not that." Jesse is hesitant to reveal what it is but he needs to
speak of his fear. "My love? I need to share this burden with you."
"Sure." I'm bringing Jesse into my arms and I feel him shaking like a
leaf. Man! It's gotta be something really bad. "Shhh. Just take it slow."
I'm gently patting my lover's back and give a kiss to his cheek. A car is
passing down the street but I don't care if they see us hugging.
:Charms A Bird has to succeed.:
That's it? That's what's worrying Jesse so much? Then my eyes widen when
I realize the importance of what he's just Said. Good-eyes agreed to a truce
with the Omaha Shaman not to possess Jes-ee-ah. He even swore to Chris that
he'll not do this thing but added, 'Charms A Bird must be successful in
countering that Trickster'. I'm gasping from a horrible realization.
:Now you understand, love. Good-eyes will give Charms A Bird a chance to
stop Eli Kie from bringing about an end to the world. That's why he's content
to remain where he is in me for now but should Charms A Bird fail, my former
self will take it upon himself to stop the Trickster. I'll become possessed
by him for the greater good of all the People and I'm forced to agree. What
is my life as I know it compared to saving everyone else in the world?:
:Jesse!: I'm holding my lover closer to my chest.
:We have to trust that Charms A Bird will stop Eli Kie.:
:How will we know?: Jesse guards his thoughts from me. I'm not even
Sensing his emotions which is a thing he's never been able to block from me
before. "How will we know?" I ask out loud. "Can you tell me?" I'm loosening
my arms from him so that I can look upon his face. It's very serious looking.
"Willow Bird's reason for Passing through all those boys has been so that
he can meet the Dark Master's servant in battle as he'd foreseen it. Whether
he wins or loses against Evil will mean his death." In a low voice. "I will
Feel his Passing. Good-eyes will know this too and if he's succeeded. If not,
he'll take up that sacred task to stop Eli Kie. I've sworn to allow my former
self to come up in me to do this necessary thing."
"Oh, Jesse! No!"
:I must, love. Yet we can hope that Charms A Bird will succeed. He isn't
without Power. You have Felt this in him and the abilities he possesses!:
I'm Sensing awe in Jesse when he clams up, both in thought and emotion.
There is something further my lover is keeping from me. I suspect that he's
under oath not to reveal it to anyone. Maybe not even to grandfather. My
lover surrenders himself in my arms the great fear and anguish that he's
feeling but also he keeps hope in his heart for Charms A Bird.
For a long while, we hold each other on the porch.
:Don't you even think about it!: I'm scolding Jesse. He's trying to lift
a bag of cement mix to his chest when I take it from him. :Bring those. Only
two boards at a time and mind yourself at the corners!:
:Yes, Sir!:
I'm walking out the back door with the cement bag. It is heavy. I hear a
loud bang behind me and my eyes roll in dismay. Jes must have hit the wall
with them long boards. We're cleaning out the laundry room to surprise Winna.
Now that her husband's truck is out of the garage, there's room inside it for
all this stuff.
I pass through the backyard and go out a small gate that leads right to
the garage. I'm going through its side entrance. Puffing. A place is found
along the wall to set my burden down. I see two long boards coming through
the door followed by Jesse. He slowly turns after entering, walking towards
me and I help carry them to a place where we can set them down.
We scurry back to the house. I need Jesse's help with carrying some big
plaster boards and they're brought into the garage. We've since removed bags
of nails, a toolbox and other construction materials that Winna's husband had
left in the laundry room. That must have been an eyesore for her and a sad
reminder that her husband had run off. Jes isn't feeling sad at the moment.
I'm Sensing his joy that we're doing something good for his mom for a change.
It's been hard on her with all the troubles that have followed us into her
house. The least not being that I'm having her son each night in his bedroom.
Her family will soon learn that we're a gay couple and that has gotta bring
her shame.
:Why the long face, love?:
:I know that your mom has come around to us being gay but what about the
rest of the family?:
:Some already suspect. Everyone knows that Running Water is gay and many
of them even liked Ron. They know how much you've helped me! If not for you,
I'd have remained inside myself and not be ready to undergo training to
follow in my grandfather's footsteps.:
:Some of your family might think that I'm taking advantage of you.:
:If someone does, I'll make it clear to them that you're not! Being gay
isn't a bad thing. We're going to change the way everyone think about it.
We're just two people who love each other. If someone has a problem with it,
well... it's their fault. Not ours. I'm not going to hide who we are from
people just for their sake.:
:What about your mom? She asked us to express our love for each other only
in her house.: That gives Jesse pause.
:I'll talk with her about it. Jeremy Two Ponies knows that we're gay and
he's probably spreading that around. Not to be mean to us. I think he's come
to accept that we really love each other and only good words will come from
his mouth about it.:
I'm releasing a tense breath. I hope his mom will agree to this but it's
already out of our hands. Too many people know about us. Word will spread.
Jesse takes up a broom into his hands. He starts sweeping the laundry room
now that we've emptied it. I help him by collecting the debris in a dustpan.
The telephone is ringing. I'm rushing to answer it so grandfather won't
awaken from his sleep. That's why Jes and I have been mind speaking to each
other. Other than banging the walls with his boards, we've been quiet. I'm
lifting the phone up on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Mike! Turn on the television to channel four."
"Mr. Talbert?"
"I'll call you right after the news conference."
My attorney hangs up without even saying goodbye. I'm Sending what he's
said to Jesse. We're running to the front room and I switch on the T.V.
There's a commercial on. Some lady cows are enjoying a sprits while two
bulls look on admiringly. The spot ends with a man saying, "Great cheese
comes from California." I'm smiling to myself. That's not what Midwesterners
would say. Great cheese comes from Wisconsin as we all know.
Another commercial comes on. I'm quickly changing channels to find the
news conference Mr. Talbert spoke of. Nothing. The television is set back to
channel four. Teletype appears below a commercial saying that an announcement
is about to be made from the Havre Police Station. Hope fills me. Maybe
they've captured Eli Kie!
I'm peering up at the clock. It's nearly six. When the hour chimes, a
news report breaks onto the screen. I see a cluster of microphones set on a
podium. Behind it, a familiar brick building comes into view. Dread fills
me. My memories of that place are very grim. The voice of an off camera
reporter explains what is happening.
"We're outside the Havre Police station where an announcement is going to
be made by the police chief. This is being brought to you exclusively by
Newscast Four."
The doors to the police station open. Three officers come into view and I
recognize one of them. Lt. John Danielson is the older brother to that
officer I'd struck in front of Winna's house. Where's Captain Ruston? He's
the police chief.
Lt. Danielson hesitates a moment before walking up to the podium. Camera
lights are shined on his face. I see the smart uniform that he's wearing but
inside, I'm thinking he's feeling unsure of himself. That's what I'm Gleaning
by his demeanor.
"Good evening." A pause. "I have a brief statement to make and then I'll
answer some questions." He pulls out a sheet of paper from his pocket and
sets it down on the podium.
The off camera reporter quickly adds, "This is Lt. John Danielson. His
brother, Lt. Scott Danielson was found murdered in his hospital bed after
suffering a vicious attack on the 19th by Mike Yager. He's been indicted for
attempted murder of a police officer."
I'm cringing inside. Lt. Danielson starts reading his prepared statement.
"The Havre City Council has appointed me interim chief of the police force
as of five o'clock today. Captain Ruston has been placed on administrative
leave pending an investigation. I can't go into any details about that now."
Lt. Danielson smiles. "I have served nearly twenty years on the force. Recent
events have troubled us all and I'll strive to keep the peace in this town.
My brother..." The man's voice breaks up for a moment. "Let us honor his
memory and let justice be served!"
A cold chill runs down my spine. Eli Kie murdered him yet it seems that
this man is casting all the blame on me!
Lt. Danielson lifts his statement from the podium and tucks it inside his
jacket. His face is grim. Reporters start clamoring with their questions.
"Is Captain Ruston accused of wrong doing?"
Another reporter shouts out, "Is there a suspect in your brother's murder?
Is it Mr. Yager?"
Lt. Danielson holds up his hand. "A statement from the district attorney's
office will be released tomorrow. It will explain the reasons for their
investigation. Please! I cannot go into any of that right now. As to my
brother... No. Mr. Yager has not been named a suspect in his murder. We're
following up on some leads at the moment which I'm not at liberty to talk
about it. Thank you."
Reporters shout out more questions but Lt. Danielson makes his escape back
into the station. Two officers stand guard at the door. The off camera
reporter starts speaking again.
"That was Lt. John Danielson. He's been appointed interim Chief of the
Havre Police Department while the district attorney's office conducts their
investigation of Captain Ruston. He's held the position of police chief for
eleven years. Before that, he's served fourteen years as an officer on the
Havre and Great Springs police forces. We've been given no information as to
why the D.A. is investigating him but Lt. Danielson said that their office
will release a statement tomorrow. If Captain Ruston issues any statements,
we'll bring them to you. This has been a special news report brought to you
exclusively by Newscast Four. The six o'clock news will begin immediately
after these announcements."
I'm left feeling stunned. Captain Ruston seems to have been booted off the
force while Lt. Danielson has been put in his place. That really scares me!
He's out for my blood for attacking his brother and even though there's
evidence that Eli Kie has murdered him, this man blames me for leaving his
brother vulnerable by his injuries so that he could be killed. Jesse is
shaking me.
"The telephone is ringing!"
I get to my feet and rush to the kitchen. Mr. Talbert's voice is heard on
the phone.
"Hello, Mike. Did you watch the news conference?"
"Yes." I'm trembling all over. "What does it mean? Do you know why the
D.A. is investigating Captain Ruston?"
"I can't talk about it on the phone. Mike. There's been a development in
your case."
Not for the better, I'll bet. "What is it?"
"I need to see you tomorrow. Can you come over to my house at two o'clock?
The D.A. has served me with a Grand Jury indictment against you that we need
to discuss."
"An indictment? I heard about that on T.V. What's it all about?"
"I'll explain it to you tomorrow. And Mike? I expect that reporters will
soon be at your door. Stay in the house and don't speak with them. Okay?"
"Sure." Jesse is standing at my side. He looks scared. I am too but it's
not for myself. "Mr. Talbert? Do you think Lt. Danielson will bring Jesse
in for questioning? You told me that Captain Ruston had assured us that that
wouldn't happen but now he's no longer the police chief..."
"It's a possibility. The D.A. has your friend's statements about what
happened between him and Officer Eli Kie at your trailer and what took place
outside his mother's house when Lt. Danielson confronted the both of you. It
could be argued that Jesse has shown his willingness to answer questions
about these incidents. Should officers come to bring him down to the station,
I'd advise him not to do so unless they have a subpoena or an arrest warrant.
Either are not out of the question in light of these recent events."
My voice is trembling. "What if Jesse wasn't here?" I don't want my lover
to go through what I did by going to jail or sitting in a room with an angry
Lt. Danielson barking questions at him!
"In that case, if it's only a subpoena to bring Jesse in for questioning,
they obviously couldn't serve it on him if he can't be found. Your friend
can't be forced to answer any of their questions though. He can claim the
right for his attorney to be present. That's Elder Quiet-before-the-dawn.
I'm sure he'd advice Jesse to remain silent and the investigators would have
to let him go. They know this, Mike. The only reason it might be tried is to
scare your friend into talking 'to demonstrate his innocence involvement'
concerning what happened to Lt. Danielson when you attacked him."
"What if it's an arrest warrant?"
"Well, that's obviously more serious. I don't believe there's enough
evidence against Jesse that would warrant his arrest. The D.A. wouldn't be
stupid enough to act in a way that would bring the full fury of the Blackfoot
Nation down upon them. They aren't without political might in this part of
Montana. I believe that's why your friend has been ignored so far."
"Captain Ruston said that it would lead to war in this town if they did."
"Yes. That's so. I'm saddened for my friend, Bill. He's been removed from
a position in the police force to act for the good of this community. Why
they chose John as interim chief is beyond my comprehension!"
"What if Eli Kie is behind this? He'd like nothing better than to stir up
trouble while making good his escape."
"I don't think so, Mike. There are arrest warrants out for him concerning
the deaths of Lt. Danielson and Miss Thomas. Whatever political influence
he's had in Helena has evaporated. No one in office is going to stick their
neck out for him. He's on the run. I hope they find him."
"Me too." The only person I trust to do that though is Charms A Bird. He's
not gonna bring Eli Kie back to justice but try to slay this Trickster before
he brings about an end to the world. I'll be left to answer why I attacked
Danielson that's likely gonna put me behind bars.
"We'll talk more tomorrow, Mike."
That reminds me. "Did you get a chance to look at what Mr. Cavallero wants
me to sign before I can get my stuff back from him?"
"Do you have a copy of your rental agreement?" asks Mr. Talbert.
"Yeah." I think it's inside my laptop bag but I'm not sure anymore.
"Bring it with you tomorrow."
"Okay. Two o'clock at your house." Mr. Talbert confirms our appointment
before he hangs up. I'm dropping the phone on its cradle with a sense of
dread. Things just keep getting worse! I turn to Jesse for support but he's
not in the kitchen. :Jes! Where are you, my love?:
:I'm answering the door. Elder Quiet-before-the-dawn has arrived along
with One-white-horse and Running Water. Come greet them with me, love.:
I run down the hall and see the Elder standing before Jesse. The two men
are walking away. Huh? Where are they going? I'm giving my quick greeting to
Quiet-before-the-dawn before passing him to chase after Running Water. I need
to see him, give him the keys back to his truck. They turn at my approach.
"Hello, Short Hair."
That was One-white-horse. I return his greeting though my eyes are on
Running Water.
"Here are your keys." I'm pulling them from my pocket and hand them over.
"How was your trip?" asks Running Water.
"It went well. That Omaha Shaman was able to help Jes-ee-ah as we hoped."
When Running Water glances at his companion, One-white-horse takes the hint
and he turns to walk to his jeep. I'm glad that we're given some privacy. I
launch my arms around my brother and give him a really tight hug.
"Okay, Mike." Running Water laughs nervously.
I loosen my arms around him and peer into his face. "No. You aren't okay."
The man becomes plain and unreadable. I'm shaking him so that he'll let me
see the dear man that I love.
"I'm happy for Jesse," mutters Running Water.
Does he mean how Charms A Bird has helped Jes or that I'm gonna be with
him now that Winna has accepted my relationship with her son? I can't Read in
him which one it is. An awkward silence follows.
"I'm glad your trip went well. It took longer than I thought it would."
"We went to Roy's Motorcycles today to return your truck but you were
already gone. Paul told me. Ah. He's noticed how upset you've been lately."
My eyes flare.
"What did he tell you?"
Some emotion is spilling onto Running Water's face like water over stone.
"He knows that we're close friends. I didn't tell him to what extent but he
suspects what that is. I like Paul. He really cares about you. I still do!"
A painful resolve comes over my brother's face. It aches my heart!
"I have to go. You need to return to the house and hear what Elder
Quiet-before-the-dawn has to say."
"Can you stay here for a while? Grandfather is sleeping in our room and
after Winna serves dinner, he may want you to drive him back home."
"I can't, Mike. My parents need me. One-white-horse can take grandfather
home afterwards."
Anger fills me. I think Running Water is just making up that excuse so he
can avoid me!
"Believe what you will but I'm telling you the truth, Mike."
I'm feeling horrible. Running Water and I share a small Connection of our
own where our feelings are Passed to each other. What I'm Sensing in him now
is the truth. His father is sick and that's why he needs to go home. "I am
sorry, my brother. We'll get together after your father is feeling better."
Running Water reveals startlement on his face but only for a moment.
"Go back inside."
I'm swallowing past the hard lump in my throat. It's difficult, but I
manage to turn from Running Water and make my way up the sidewalk to the
house. Jesse is just inside the door. He's been peeking on what took place
between us.
"The Elder has something to tell us," Jesse whispers. "I've told him that
grandfather is sleeping so he's going to hang around and wait. He didn't know
about that news conference we saw on T.V. so I've told him about it."
Jesse leads me into the front room. Quiet-before-the-dawn is sitting on
the couch and he looks up at me with a worried expression on his face. To see
this in an Elder is very disturbing. He gestures for me to come over with the
waving of his hand. Jes and I sit before him on the coffee table.
"This is not good, Short Hair. I fear for you. Danielson senior is a very
angry man who's been placed in a position of power from where he can cause
you trouble to avenge his murdered brother."
"I know that. And for Jes-ee-ah as well." I'm telling him what Mr. Talbert
was warning me about on the phone. The Elder's expression turns very grim. He
pulls out a folded piece of paper from his vest pocket. That's when I notice
he's wearing a business suit like a lawyer.
"I've tried to meet with the D.A. after this arrived." His hand tightens
around the piece of paper when he explains its contents. "They've made an
apology to the Blackfoot Nation concerning their 'misplacement' of our sacred
belonging we entrusted with the Havre Police. They promise punitive action
will be taken against the man responsible. No. It's not Eli Kie. The letter
doesn't even give a name. It goes on to say that other failings in the
department are being addressed. Again, no mention as to what those were but I
suspect it's their treatment of you when in their custody."
The press conference on T.V. becomes clear. Captain Ruston is being set up
to take the fall! I voice my suspicions to the Elder.
"That may be so, Short Hair. Yet even amongst my own People, a war leader
is held responsible for the acts of the men under him. The council of chiefs
determine who the trouble makers are and if their leader bears responsibility.
Captain Ruston may have gotten into trouble for helping us. He's good friends
with your attorney and the D.A. may have caught wind of this."
I'm getting a sick feeling in my stomach. No lightning pain as before
because Charms A Bird has Healed my ulcer. My concerns are for my lover.
"Elder! We can't let the police take Jes-ee-ah in for questioning or worse,
if they arrest him. The People will rise in anger and there will be war!"
"This thing will not happen. Calm yourself, Short Hair."
I'm taking a few deep breaths but my heart is still racing. "How can you
be so sure?" I ask. "The grand jury has indicted me for 'attempted murder of
a police officer'." That's surprised him. "Who knows what else the D.A. and
the police are capable of in light of recent events."
"I'm sorry, Short Hair. I didn't know about your indictment but they
haven't charged Jes-ee-ah with anything."
"Not yet. It does no harm to play it safe, Elder. Jes-ee-ah could stay
with One-white-horse for a while until we know for sure."
"If Jes-ee-ah goes into hiding, you must remain here where our enemies
expect you to be."
"I know that." I'm turning to Jesse since he's remained silent while
we've been talking about him. "What do you say to this?"
"I will stay with One-white-horse if my Elders advise this. Nothing can
happen until tomorrow, right? Let our Inspired One hear what has happened and
I will follow what he tells me I should do."
"Very well," utters Quiet-before-the-dawn.
I'm nodding in agreement. We'll have to wait to hear what grandfather has
to say. His judgment is held in the highest regards.
"How did your meeting with that Shaman of the Omaha People go?"
"He's helped me a lot, Elder."
"I'm glad."
Quiet-before-the-dawn studies my lover's face for a long moment and I try
keeping mine plain when he scrutinizes me in turn.
The front door opens. Jesse is flying from the coffee table and I join
him to see who has come. It's Winna. She's loaded down with two bags of
groceries that we're quickly relieving her of. She looks at her son.
"Jes-ee-ah?"
"I'm fine, mom. Grandfather is still sleeping in my room. He may come in
to eat with us as I've told you on the phone but we'll have to wait and see."
Winna comes into the front room. The Elder and her exchange greetings and
she asks if he'll be staying for dinner. He accepts her invitation. I think
that comes mainly from his wish to be here should grandfather awaken.
:I'm going to help mom in the kitchen,: Sends Jesse. :I can talk with her
there to offer her my assurances that everything went well in Great Falls.
Can you stay here with the Elder?:
:Sure, Jes.: A thought strikes me. :My lawyer warned me that reporters may
be coming to the house to hear what I have to say about Lt. Danielson's news
conference. I need to warn One-white-horse about that.: My lover agrees.
I'm handing over the bag of groceries in my arms to my lover and he
follows his mom through the dining room. I turn to Quiet-before-the-dawn.
"Elder? I'm going out to speak with One-white-horse. Reporters may come to
the house so I need to tell him to turn them away from our door."
"Yes. That is wise, Short Hair. Winna doesn't need to be made more upset
than she already is."
I didn't consider that. Hmm. This explains why Quiet-before-the-dawn is an
Elder while I'm only a young warrior, one who has given his only feather away
to someone more deserving. I like how it adorns my lover's hair. He looks
like a real Indian because of it. A sly grin comes to my lips. We may be
sleeping tonight on the front room floor if grandfather spends the night in
our room. The thought of that gets my dick tingling.
I'm walking out the door and head towards the street. It's already grown
noticeable darker outside when I parted with Running Water only ten minutes
ago. When I near the jeep, One-white-horse sees me and he gets out. I'm
raising my hand and gesture that we'll talk on his 'horse'. That's the
closest hand word that I can come up with to describe his vehicle.
The passenger side door is opened for me and I slip in. One-white-horse
looks at me expectantly. I've not come to give him big news, only a warning.
Greetings between us must come first. "How are you?" My Siksika always seems
to startle him.
"Fine. And are Jes-ee-ah and you well?"
"Yes. Thank you for asking." I don't know how much he's been told about
our trip to Great Falls so I'm not gonna say anything about it beyond what
he's overheard from Running Water. He's family but not really 'in the loop'
as far as discussing my Connection to Jesse or my legal troubles. He'd been
put on guard duty outside his cabin when Quiet-before-the-dawn, grandfather,
Hawk-swooping-down, Jesse and I had held a meeting inside.
"The Elder is very upset," says One-white-horse.
He knows about the D.A.'s 'apology' letter to the Blackfoot then. "Yes.
I've never seen him that upset either." Not that I know Quiet-before-the-dawn
very well; he acts as the tribe's attorney so that requires him to remain
calm when others shout in protest like I'd seen at that meeting in Chinook.
Many of the People are upset about the leeching of heavy metals into the
streams by local mines that's been killing the fish. The Elder assured them
that positive action will result after the State's Supreme Court makes their
ruling on the matter sometime in May.
"When the People find out that our Power Bundle was lost by the police,
there's going to be trouble in this town!"
I hear the fire in this young man's belly. I'm quickly blurting out, "It
was a dead thing! Grandfather Passed its spirit into Jesse and me so that's
why he surrendered it up to them. He feared Eli Kie coming after whoever was
in possession of this bundle. Now, this Trickster knows it's useless to him."
One-white-horse grows wide in the eyes.
"Is that how you've been Connected to Jes-ee-ah?"
I'm nodding. "Our shaman is wise. He knew Eli Kie would steal it from the
police but we didn't know he'd use the flint blade that was inside it to
murder Lt. Danielson. Jes thinks it was his way of telling us how angry he
was at being tricked and that he'll be coming after us next."
"That's why we've been guarding the house."
"Yes. And I'm thankful to everyone like yourself who've spent those lonely
hours sitting in your trucks to keep a look out." That reminds me why I've
come to see him. "Mr. Talbert thinks that reporters will come to the house
to get my reaction to the news conference..."
"What news conference?" asks One-white-horse.
Oh, yeah. He was driving the Elder here when it took place on T.V. I give
him a quick summary of what Lt. John Danielson said. Anger grows in him.
"Captain Ruston was only put on administrative leave? The D.A.'s letter
said that they'll be investigating the matter about how the police lost our
tribe's bundle and your mistreatment in jail. It's only a big show to appease
us. After a week, their 'investigation' will exonerate any wrong doing and
Ruston will return to being police chief as if nothing happened."
"I hope Captain Ruston gets his job back." One-white-horse is surprised
that I've said that. "He's been helping us! Mr. Talbert and him are good
friends and we've been passing information to each other. He and Detective
Peterson were put onto Eli Kie as being the cause of all this trouble. When
Danielson took some of my things from Winna's house, Captain Ruston had them
returned to me. He's been acting to keep the peace in this town."
"It won't stay that way. That murdered man's brother has been made acting
chief of the police force. Danielson may come after you and Jes-ee-ah. If he
does, our People will protect you but that clash will result in a war."
"That's what the Elder fears." I'm alarmed when a white van parks in front
of us. I don't wait to find out if it's from the news station when I open my
door to make my escape back to the house. A woman's voice calls out to me
from behind. I'm leaping onto the porch and Jes opens the front door for me.
Standing behind him is Quiet-before-the-dawn. I see resolve in him.
"Mr. Yager! May we please have a word with you?" asks the woman reporter.
:Close the door, Jesse!: To my surprise, the Elder steps out to the
porch. It would be rude to close the door behind him. Jes and I remain just
within the house watching a cameraman running across our lawn to catch up to
the reporter. The harsh glare of light shines on us. We retreat further into
the hall.
"Newscast Four," the woman announces. "We'd like to get Mr. Yager's
reaction to what interim Police Chief Danielson said at the news conference
this evening about him. Ah. Who are you?"
"I'm Elder Quiet-before-the-dawn of the Blackfoot Nation. Will you listen
to what I have to say on this matter?"
The woman reporter starts speaking into her microphone. "This is Elder
Quiet Before Dawn of the Blackfoot Nation. Sir. What do you think about Lt.
Danielson being made interim police chief while the district attorney is
investigating Captain Ruston? Do you know if it has anything to do with Mr.
Yager's treatment while he was being held at the Havre Police station?"
Quiet-before-the-dawn pulls out a folded piece of paper. He holds it out
from him in contempt. "This is a written apology issued by the D.A.'s office
to the Blackfoot People."
"What does it say?"
"I will read it at the meeting that I call to take place at the Chinook
Community Center tomorrow evening at seven."
"Can you say anything about it now?" the reporter desperately asks.
"Our People will hear their words at the meeting and we will decide how
to react to them."
"Does the apology concern what's happened at the Havre Police station?"
Quiet-before-the-dawn nods.
"Mr. Yager!" the reporter shouts. "Could you please come out and talk with
us?" Her cameraman points his camera into the house.
I'm stepping back even further down the hall. Jes has ducked into the
front room at my pleading for him to hide. The Elder steps into the doorway
to prevent them from coming into the house.
"The family here has already suffered much by the police. Jes-ee-ah was
assaulted by Officer Eli Kie when he tried stealing our tribe's Power Bundle
from him. Lt. Danielson, who was trespassing in this house and taking things
belonging to Mike Yager came out with his gun drawn on those youngsters with
an ill intent. Policemen forced their way into our shaman's house without a
warrant. Mike Yager was mistreated at the police station in violation of his
civil rights. Now, we learn that our tribe's Power Bundle which was given
into the hands of the Havre Police for safe keeping is missing from their
evidence room!" The Elder regrets having revealed that. He lowers the written
apology to his side before he crushes it.
"May we attend tomorrow night's meeting?" the reporter pleads.
"We welcome all who come with an open heart," the Elder replies. He raises
his right hand. "Go in peace and I hope that you'll report my words."
"We will. Thank you for speaking with us." The woman reporter turns to the
camera. "We'll bring you coverage of the district attorney's written apology
to the Blackfoot Nation when it's read at their meeting tomorrow night. This
is Caitlin Bray from Newscast Four."
Relief fills me when the camera light goes out. Quiet-before-the-dawn
comes back into the house and shuts the door behind him, turning to me with
his lips lifting slightly in a grin.
"The call to battle has gone out," he says.
My eyes widen in the realization of what this Elder has done. He's called
the People to a meeting by using that news reporter. She'll come with her
cameraman tomorrow night to report the D.A.'s apology to the Blackfoot Nation
which I'm sure will not go over well with them. That piece of paper in his
hands are merely words reminiscent of the peace treaties white men had struck
with the Indians which they often broke. It usually led to war between them.
Winna returns to her kitchen. She has some cooking to do in there with two
guests coming to her table if grandfather awakens in time. Otherwise, it will
only be Quiet-before-the-dawn eating with us. I've never shared a meal with
him. A thought comes to me. :Jes? Can you go check up on grandfather to see
if he's still sleeping?: I'm also concerned about something else but I guard
this thought from him. Old men have died in their sleep after great exertion.
:I'll also see if mom needs my help in the kitchen,: Answers Jesse.
I'm turning to Quiet-before-the-dawn. He's sitting on the couch with eyes
closed. This must have been a long day for him. After receiving the D.A.'s
letter, he dressed up and went to see if he could talk with them. Again,
their office proved how little they think of the Blackfoot by denying him
a meeting.
Hmm. One-white-horse must have driven the Elder from Chinook to the D.A.'s
office and for some reason, they picked up Running Water from work. Oh. That
could have been after the two of them went there. I'd forgotten to call my
brother from that restaurant on the road to let him know we'd be coming to
pick him up. We even arrived half an hour early at his work. Paul will tell
Running Water tomorrow that I'd come by to return his truck. I wonder what
else may be said between them, about me? That would embarrass my brother.
My head begins to hurt. Yup. I'm thinking too much again as Jes warned. I
try rubbing the tension from my face but a shooting pain begins between my
temples. My fingers are massaging them.
:Grandfather is still sleeping,: Jesse reports. :Mom is busy cooking and
she wants me out of the way.:
:Okay.: I'm feeling tired all of a sudden. Winna's chair near the T.V.
draws my eye and with Jesse's permission (he's Felt my exhaustion), I'm
dropping down into it. Ahh. It is a comfortable chair. I'm surprised when a
heaviness presses down onto my legs. I open my eyes and find Jesse sitting
on me. My arms had automatically gone around him. He drops his skinny arms
over mine and holds my hands.
:Don't think about anything right now, love. Just hold me. Okay?:
I'm closing my eyes again and try clearing my thoughts. There's a warmth
flowing into my aching head. Its pain fades and I suspect that Jesse is
doing that. Ahhh. His warmth also feels nice in my arms. When my lover leans
back onto me, I'm kissing his neck. Love bursts in my heart because this
feels so right! My dick is tingling. Jesse wiggles his bottom against me
and that causes it to get hard.
:Has your headache gone away?: Jesse teases.
:Yeah, for the most part but another part of my body is hurting me now.:
I'm bucking into his butt. He can feel my cock sticking him and through our
Connection, Feels my urgent need to make love to him right now.
Jesse giggles. :Let's wait until tonight, love!:
:Okay.: My face turns from his long hair so it won't be tickling my nose.
I'm feeling very relaxed. Easy breaths fills my lungs and I surrender to the
seductive oblivion of sleep.
I'm staring at the little flames dancing above the five candlesticks. My
bowl is empty. I've filled my stomach with Winna's good cooking. She's made
bighorn sheep stew that's like a thick soup we dip our bread into. At Hawk
Flying Over's house, I'd eaten this before from leftovers given him from this
woman. It's a simple meal, but filling. Not that many spices in it.
Winna had awakened us earlier from her comfort chair. She didn't seem to
mind we'd been sitting in it. Together. I saw her gentle understanding smile
and had nearly burst into tears. She accepts my love for her son! Grandfather
didn't join us for dinner. Jes checked up on him but the old man was snoring
'up a storm' as he'd put it. Winna agreed to allow her uncle to continue
sleeping. No one spoke during the meal. I wasn't up to conversation myself,
struggling to keep myself from yawning at the table. Jesse, too. We're
looking forward to sleeping in the front room and that's probably all we'll
be doing tonight. There's always the morning.
"I thank you for your good meal, Winna." He pushes his empty bowl away.
Quiet-before-the-dawn said that and he lowers his napkin after wiping his
mouth with it. I'm smiling at the woman in silent thanks. Jes gets up from
his chair and starts clearing the table. I help him. Winna continues to sit
while we carry dishes into the kitchen. I'm running the water in the sink to
clean them. My lover helps me with this chore and before long, the dish rack
is filled. He tasks himself with wiping down the stove.
I'm yawning something fierce now that I don't have to hide them. Jesse
gives me a shy glance. My eyes fall to his little bottom. He wiggles it at me
in a tease. A big yawn springs from my mouth. :Your butt is probably safe
from attack tonight, my love.:
"That's too bad. I don't know if that'll be true for your butt, love.:
I'm bending over to stick it out at him in a tease. He's quick to hug me
from behind. I feel his erection pressing against my cheeks and a sharp
thrill goes through my asshole. It still surprises me that a guy can feel a
woman's pleasure back there and the desire to get fucked. I'm reaching back
to pull over my lover's humping ass. He tenses up. I Sense fright in him.
We separate in a rush when Winna goes to the small table behind us. Her
eyes are averted from us. Man! That was stupid of us and I Tell Jesse so.
:Don't feel that way, love. She understands. I'm sure that my father was
always hugging her like we were, ah, front to front during their first years
of marriage. How else could I have come into the world?:
We turn from the sink to watch Winna. She's gets out some plastic tubs
from her cabinet and starts filling them with stew. Our eyes met briefly. I
saw nothing in them that revealed disgust from what she caught us doing or
even any embarrassment. No smile, though. Jes offers to help her.
"Can you bring this out to One-white-horse?" Winna asks. "Get some bread.
And remember the napkins and a spoon for him."
Jesse gets everything and leaves the kitchen with his arms full. I've
been leaning against the sink. Winna comes to me with her empty serving bowl.
"Thank you for dinner. It was good." The woman nods. I get out of her way so
that she can wash her glass bowl. I'm getting a hand towel ready to dry it
for her afterwards. She seems to be taking a long time with rinsing her bowl.
"Mike. I don't mind seeing you with Jesse," says the woman softly. "You
are in the house."
"We won't be making a public display like... what you saw. I promise!"
"That's good. Some people might react badly and try to harm the both of
you because... You know."
I'm nodding in sad realization. I've read about gay bashing in the news.
A young man had even been tortured and murdered by some guys who hated what
he was. I won't let that happen to Jesse! Winna hands me her bowl to dry.
Our eyes meet.
"People are going to find out about the two of you," says Winna.
"I know. Love is hard to hide from others."
"Yes. Ah. It's better if they only suspect this. Don't confirm it by
holding hands with my son or kissing him in public. And don't say anything!"
Pain fills my eyes. "Winna. We're not gonna make a show that we're gay by
touching each other in public but Jes-ee-ah and I won't lie if someone asks
if we're a couple."
Winna sighs. "You could be tactful about it. Say that you're close friends
if they dare to ask."
I'm lowering my eyes to the woman's feet but only for a moment. I level
my hard gaze at Winna. "We're not ashamed of being gay! Don't you understand?
That spirit inside us was borne by Shaman Good-eyes to bring a truth to the
People. Those like us needn't be ashamed of who they are. We're gonna set the
example for them so they'll come out of hiding and find love for themselves."
"Mike!"
"It's true. Ask grandfather if you don't believe me! Ask Jes-ee-ah. We're
not gonna be blatantly gay because that'll only upset people and that's not
what we're trying to do." Bold are my next words. "We've helped Simon know
that it's okay to be gay. His grandfather even asked me to be monedo to that
youth so that Jes-ee-ah and I can guide his path towards manhood."
"A boy?" gasps Winna. "You've had sex with him!"
Oh, oh. That's not where I was trying to lead Winna from what I've said.
"We showed Simon that two guys can be in love like it is between a straight
couple. He asked us questions about it. We answered them."
"You didn't answer my question, Mike."
I stand up fully before this woman. My face grows stern. "Please call me
Short Hair. Who you knew as Mike is no more for I've Merged with my former
self and he had seen and done things with the boys of his tribe that weren't
shameful or wrong. Most grew up to become men who took squaws to their tipis
but certain youths like Wind-go-through-his-hair were gay. He didn't feel bad
about that of himself. By finding acceptance, that freed him to love as any
human being has the right to."
In a lower voice, "When certain boys and young men can be rid of hatred
for themselves and others, they won't be tempted by the Darkness to serve as
his evil servant, the Trickster. That's what Eli Kie has become. Yes. He is a
Trickster like you've heard in the tales of long ago and he had lived in the
time of your grandfather's grandfather."
Winna shakes her head in disbelief.
"I speak truly! Ask grandfather about this. Eli Kie murdered my former
self, killed Ron when he tried taking the tribe's Power Bundle from him and
he silenced Lt. Danielson and Miss Thomas. That Omaha Shaman we met in Great
Falls is aware of this Trickster and he will hunt him down. I suspect we'll
not have anything to fear from Eli Kie before long."
I'm breathing hard after saying so many difficult words. They've really
upset Winna. She's wiping tears from her eyes and that aches my heart. Guilt
fills me. "I'm sorry! All I seem to do is upset you, Winna. I speak from my
heart and though we're talking in your People's tongue, I'm still white by
how I think and say things too bluntly. I am very sorry!" Tears fill my eyes
and I'm surprised when arms come around me. I hug this woman back.
Jes helps me move the coffee table to make a place on the floor. A half
folded blanket is laid down over the carpet and a pillow set on top. He knows
what I've said to his mom. Quiet-before-the-dawn sensed the woman's ill mood
and excused himself from the house after dinner even though he didn't get the
chance to speak with grandfather. She's retired to her bedroom.
"I talk too much sometimes." Jesse sits down over our makeshift bed.
"That's true, love. Yet my mom had to hear about it sometime and you've
saved me the trouble of having to explain it."
"I suspect that you're still gonna have to when she gets you alone." Jes
releases a tense breath.
"The tricky part will be when she asks me about Simon. If we'd had sex
with that boy."
"Yeah." The clock begins to chime. I see that it's nine o'clock so I'm
springing over to the television set and switch it on. Jes joins me.
"...at nine. Your Havre and greater area news team," says a voice and the
lead in music ends.
"Good evening. I'm Ralph Albertson."
"And I'm Sue Bristol. Here are tonight's top headlines. There was a fire
at the train depot in Shelby this afternoon where a person was injured..."
I'm waiting for Elder Quiet-before-the-dawn's interview to appear. After
the fire report, Ralph Albertson introduces his report on a train derailment
north of Brusett. Six cattle cars had fallen into Fort Peck Lake crossing a
bridge. The video is gruesome. People in boats are hooking the dead animals
towards shore. Our ears perk up when Sue Bristol gives her next report.
"There was an announcement from the Havre Police station this evening by
Lt. John Danielson. His brother, Lt. Scott Danielson was found murdered in
his hospital bed with a Native flint blade stuck in his throat a week ago.
We go to that video recorded at six o'clock."
We've seen this announcement earlier when it ran live. I cringe at hearing
my name mentioned by the off camera reporter for making that 'vicious attack'
on Scott Danielson. At least Lt. John Danielson clarified to reporters that I
wasn't named a suspect in that murder yet from the anger displayed during
his speech, I'm more convinced than ever that he blames me for his brother's
death even though it wasn't my hand that stabbed him in the throat. He's now
the police chief. What is he capable of from that position of power?
Sue Bristol appears on the screen. "Lt. John Danielson was made interim
police chief by the Havre City Council after Captain Ruston was put on
administrative leave pending an investigation into his alleged misconduct.
The D.A.'s office will release a statement tomorrow concerning this. Elder
Quiet-before-the-dawn of the Blackfoot Nation has shed some light on the
problems at the Havre Police station when we interviewed him after today's
announcement. We go to that taped interview conducted by news reporter,
Caitlin Bray."
Jes and I watch the screen with rapt attention. The Elder is standing in
front of our house while Ms. Bray announces who she's about to interview but
gets part of his name wrong. It's not 'Quiet Before Dawn'; she's missing a
'the'. Quiet-before-the-dawn's business suit lends him authority to speak as
an attorney for the Blackfoot Nation. His anger is barely held in check.
During his interview, that lady reporter calls out to me in the house. The
camera light shines down the hall where I'm seen backing further inside the
house. Man! It makes me look like a coward. Quiet-before-the-dawn stands
protectively in front of the door and gives an account of how Jesse and I
have suffered at the hands of the police. He's really angry. Especially when
telling the reporter that the Havre Police lost his tribe's Power Bundle.
Ms. Bray asks Quiet-before-the-dawn if they can come to tomorrow night's
meeting where the D.A.'s apology to the Blackfoot Nation will be read by him.
I like the Elder's reply, 'We welcome all who come with an open heart'. Will
their video camera be allowed to record that meeting, I wonder?
Sue Bristol appears on the screen. "Newscast Four will report on that
Blackfoot meeting. It's believed that the apology issued by the district
attorney's office concerns the loss of their tribe's Power Bundle. This is a
kind of holy relic to these people. Internal Affairs is investigating how it
ended up missing from the Havre Police station's evidence room.
"The Blackfoot Elder claims that Mr. Yager was mistreated during his
incarceration at the Havre Police station. The officers we interviewed
wouldn't go on record with us but this is what we've learned."
My eyes pop open. I'm all ears to hear what she has to say!
"On the evening of April 21st, Mr. Yager was moved from a regular holding
cell to what could be referred to as a lunatic's padded room. Inmates who
exhibit signs of suicide or violence are sent there. One officer we've spoken
with from the station said that Mr. Yager showed no such behavior. We asked
Lt. John Danielson about this incident. He went on record with us by saying,
'The following morning, Dr. Milestone treated Mr. Yager who apparently was
suffering from hallucinations resulting from dehydration. This may explain
why Mr. Yager claimed that his guard was taunting him. There's absolutely no
evidence that he was mistreated. Mr. Yager was placed in that cell for his
safety while a large group of Blackfoot were protesting outside.'"
Anger fills me. I was hallucinating my guard's taunting? No way! As to
Danielson's explanation that I was being 'protected'. Does he mean from other
inmates or the policemen themselves? They had stuck me in that hell hole in
retaliation for putting one of their own in the hospital. 'We like to keep an
eye on monsters. No place for you to run and hide.' That's what my guard told
me through the speaker!
The news anchor continues with her report. "The D.A.'s office has made no
comment on this matter. They'll be releasing a statement tomorrow concerning
their joint investigation with Internal Affairs into the alleged misconduct
by Captain Bill Ruston. He has served as Chief of the Havre Police force..."
I tune the reporter out since I've heard this part already. Captain Ruston
was only trying to get at the truth. He and Detective Peterson were coming
around to believing that Eli Kie was the cause of all this trouble I'm in.
The D.A. is punishing Bill because he's been sharing information with my
attorney. When I see Mr. Talbert tomorrow, he may tell me more about why his
friend is in trouble.
Jesse nudges me from my thoughts. A commercial comes on so I shut off
the television.
"Let's go to sleep, love."
I catch the hint that he doesn't want to stay up all night talking about
my troubles. He's wise. A sigh comes out of me followed by a big yawn.
"Okay." Jesse smiles with relief.
We return to our bed on the floor. Our shirts and pants are removed but
we're keeping on our underwear. I'm removing my socks. He doesn't. "Worried
about getting cold feet?" I ask teasingly. That gets Jesse smiling but only
for a moment.
"Our troubles aren't going away any time soon. I'm glad that you can shut
them off tonight like the television."
"I'd rather spend my time with you, my love." Jesse is beaming. It was
exactly the right thing to say. He hugs me.
"Let me get the lights," says Jesse.
The room falls into darkness matching the gloom in my heart. Jes returns
to bed. He lays down on his side to my right. I'm opening the blanket over us
then get onto my right side to hold my lover close. His little butt presses
against my groin. My dick doesn't stir. I give Jes a kiss to his shoulder
then settle down to sleep.
The clock chimes six times. I've been awake for a while holding Jesse
in my arms and listening his soft breathing. Night has passed along with my
gloomy mood from yesterday. This is a new day. We'll face what it brings us
but Jes and I must find some happiness in it as well. Otherwise, our life
wouldn't be worth living if we only dwell on its burdens.
I'm pressing my nose into Jesse's neck. He smells good. There's that
strong odor from his dark Indian skin but too, I'm breathing in the scent of
his sweat that excites me. My arms pull him closer to me. I palm over his
right tit while my arm rubs against his other one.
Jes releases a sigh. He rubs his butt against me and I'm feeling a nice
tingling from my cock.
:Can I wake it up?: Asks Jesse.
:Sure. It won't mind but something is gonna happen to your butt. Is it
still sleepy?:
:Not for long!:
Jesse reaches down to remove his underwear. I'm pulling mine down in a
rush. Our full naked warmth presses together with my cock lifting beneath
his cheeks, filling me with the urge to fuck him. I press my face into my
lover's soft neck and kiss him. Again and again. I'm breathing heavily. My
butt is pulled on by Jes as if I were doing him already but our bodies aren't
connected yet. He lets my ass go.
I hear spitting. Jesse brings his left hand down to himself so I'm
pulling my groin away to give him room to slip fingers between his cheeks.
Then he leads my hard cock inside him. My knob presses against a tight warmth
that opens with me slipping all the way into his asshole. Slimy heat is felt
around my cock. Ahhh! I'm keeping still for a moment until he can get used to
my size. Kisses are given to his neck. Jesse wails in his high pitched voice.
I'm looking around the front room, into the dining room and front hall to
make sure that we're not being observed.
:My mom will sleep late,: assures Jesse. :She doesn't work today.:
Oh, yeah. Today is Thursday. Winna has been put on part time at her job.
She only works Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The same days I used to teach
that MS-Word class at the community college. Would Miss Owens let me teach
more computer classes or will she be mad that I'd lied to her about having to
return to my parents in Indiana? I was on the run from Danielson!
I'm taken from my thoughts when Jesse pulls over my butt hard. My cock
stabs into him. Deep! I pull back and nearly slip from his ass. He backs
himself against me to force my next thrust. My left hand reaches down for his
waist. I'm pulling over him there. Our bodies find a good rhythm with Jes
backing onto me and pulling over my butt to stab him good, our hands relaxing
the next moment to withdraw my cock from his ass. Thrills are building in me.
We've learned how to fuck really well! Then it hits me. Owopspec had me
fucking him each morning exactly how I'm doing Jes right now. Even to where
are hands are set over each other. I half expect Wind-go-through-his-hair to
awaken and come behind us. He'd stick my ass while I'm fucking our warrior,
trapped between their heated bodies. Afterwards, that horny kid would take my
place behind Owopspec and release himself a second time in that man.
Hmm. There are differences. Jes is younger than me while Owopspec had been
older than my former self. I have this lover all to myself in this lifetime.
Our thoughts can Connect. Everything that we're feeling Passes to the other
and that enhances our pleasure from love making. What we have is stronger!
"Oh, love..." Jesse whispers. :You make me feel so good!: He wails out,
"Ahh! Ahh, ahhhh, ahh, ahh!"
My cock is beating out that rhythm in Jesse's drum. I sure hope that his
mom isn't hearing us from her bedroom. I'm sucking on his soft neck. It'll
probably leave a mark afterwards and I warn my lover about it.
:I don't mind if my mom sees that,: Says Jesse.
:She saw you hugging me from behind in the kitchen and probably thinks I'm
getting fucked.:
:I'll make it clear to her that you're not the only one getting raped in
this house.:
:Jesse!: He's giggling at me.
:I'm kidding, love.:
I stab into his butt like there's no tomorrow. He's wailing out in his
high pitched voice. Not the low grunts Chris has heard from his lover. A
warning tingle comes from my balls. I pull hard over Jesse's waist and cum
in him. Strongly! Ahhhhhh. A deep sigh comes from me when I'm enjoying male
relief. We rest for a few minutes together.
:Want your turn, my love?: I'm reaching down for his hard dick. It's
oozing against my palm.
:Get onto your stomach. Now!:
No shyness in my lover. I'm pulling from his butt and turn from him. Our
blanket is kicked away. His little hands pull my cheeks apart and I become
startled by something wet and cold against my hole.
:I'm using a cloth to clean you in there.:
He must have had a wet cloth ready since last night. After wiping me a few
times, I feel hungry kisses on both my cheeks. Little nips as well. That has
me squirming against the blanket beneath me. His tongue darts between my pale
humps and he goes for it. I'm getting rimmed and what a sensation that is! He
pauses to spit in me before licking back into my asshole. Ahhh!
I'm Sensing my lover's sharp lust to fuck me. He springs onto my back so
I'm spreading my legs, opening myself back there. His dick slides between my
checks and finds my hole. Goes in. I try relaxing myself when he fits into
me. There's a sharp pain. It fades after a moment when he remains still.
Owopspec went for it right away in the motel room. That's why my ass was
still hurting the day after he fucked me. Not my Jes-ee-ah. He knows I'm not
fully broken in yet and from our Connection, Sensed that I was in pain. But
no more.
:Ready?: Jesse Asks.
I'm sticking my butt up from the blanket. His dick stabs into me really
deep. Ahhhh! I lower myself back down but Jesse follows me to remain all the
way inside my asshole. His hands tighten around my shoulders. I'm hearing his
moan of pleasure and was that a gush I'd felt from him?
:I did it already.:
Wow. :You musta been in need, my love.: Jes is feeling very embarrassed.
:It's alright. Rest over my back for a while. You're not that heavy. If you
feel like doing me some more, go ahead.:
:Okay.:
I'm pulling my legs together. My wet asshole squeezes Jesse's dick and he
feels intense from it.
:Don't do that!: Jesse warns. :You're making me feel too ticklish.:
An understanding comes to me. We both don't like getting sucked because
that wet slippery sensation can feel too intense. Jes has just come out. I've
heard that some guys have dicks that feel too ticklish right after getting
off. I'm laying still beneath my lover. His hands are digging painfully into
my shoulders.
:Sorry.:
I'm rubbing the back of my head against Jesse. He turns his face sideways
to breathe. I feel his ear against me and keep rubbing. A silly thing to be
doing maybe. No complaint that it's tickling comes from him.
After resting for a while, my lover tries some stabs in me. I don't think
he's very hard. I'm tightening my butt for him so it won't feel so slippery.
Chris enjoyed fucking through a wet asshole because it made his dick feel
more intense. He'd do Owopspec after Wind-go-through-his-hair fucked him and
I can remember some lusty encounters with tribesmen who stuck into my warrior
and left his hole running with cum for me to enjoy. There's nothing like that
sensation! Well. Getting sucked is close but what really excited me most
(Chris, that is) was having my dick stabbing through what another man had
spilt into Owopspec's ass before taking my turn. Afterwards, we'd remain
standing to rest for a while. Cum from that man who fucked him earlier would
run along my dick to my balls. Sorta like performing that 'growing up' rite
older boys had done for the little ones. After squirting out sperm, it was
ritually rubbed over a little boy's loins to help him mature faster.
Jesse makes quick stabs through my ass but I don't Feel his thrills
building to that point where he'll cum again. I'm resting my head over my
crossed arms. I look towards the hall. Someone is watching us!
Jesse flinches over me. He falls to my right and I'm turning onto my side
to face the intruder. My lover hides behind me. God! Is it his mom?
:No. It's grandfather.:
My fear turns to anger. :Why does he always want to see us doing it?: I
mind shout.
"Grandfather. Short Hair wants to know why you want to see us doing it."
:Jes!:
"I don't mean to embarrass you two," answers He-who-runs-up-mountains.
"Each time you make love with Short Hair, joy fills my heart. I'm seeing that
Winna's shy little boy has grown up to be a man."
My anger cools. The old man kneels at my legs and he pulls our blanket up
to cover us. He lifts his face. A low chanting comes from his lips. Then he
slowly gets to his feet and gives us a gesture of farewell. I watch him go
into the hall. The bathroom door closes in the distance.
:It's our fault for not waiting to make love in the privacy of our bedroom
I suppose.:
:At least it wasn't my mom seeing us!: Says Jesse.
:Yeah. We should count our blessings.:
:That's what grandfather just said.:
"Huh?" Oh. I heard grandfather muttering a prayer but his words weren't
in a language I'd understood. Must of been shaman's cant. :What did he say?:
:He thanked our Father for His blessings upon him. He's glad that I've
grown up.:
What can I say in response to that? I'm left with a warm feeling inside.
Jesse reaches his long arms around me, locking his hands over my chest. His
limp dick tickles against my butt so I'm humping myself there to see if he'll
get hard again. :You wanna fuck me some more?: I beg.
:Not right now, love. Can I have some kisses?:
:Anytime!: Except in public from what I promised his mother. It would be
stupid to, anyway. We don't have anything to prove and I'm not out to upset
straight folks. I've turned to face my lover. His brown face is filled with
longing that touches me heart. This guy loves me so much. I utter those first
Siksika words he'd taught me at this very spot on that morning we first slept
together. "Ah. Ne stoa pinnan jeh ah-eene, Jes-ee-ah."
"Ah. Ne stoa pinnan jeh ah-eene, Sah-kee-otokan."
Yeah. We do love each other. Jesse moves his face close to mine and we
kiss. Sweetly. Not filled with lustful passion since we've already given each
other wet butts. My right hand runs down his back until I'm holding his ass.
So small in my palm. Warm. He's feeling over my butt. Wow. It still blows my
mind that guys can give each other love that way.
We manage to fall back asleep after enjoying some cuddling.
After taking a shower, Jes and I streak back to our bedroom wearing only
underwear. It's around eight so Winna hasn't gotten up yet on her day off.
That's what we're hoping, anyway. Grandfather is found in the kitchen with a
mug of coffee set near his right hand.
"Good morning, grandsons."
"Good morning to you!" exclaims Jesse.
"Grandfather." I'm nodding my head in respect to this old man. He turns on
his stool so that he can peer at me. Is he worried that I'm still angry at
him for spying on us earlier? My bright grin proves that this is not so.
"Come closer, Short Hair."
I give Jesse a side glance then step up to He-who-runs-up-mountains. His
bony hand reaches up to my chest. My little bundle is grasped.
"Have you two set a date for me to perform the ceremony?"
"No." I'm releasing a tense breath. "With all that's been going on, we
haven't had the chance to discuss it. All we've figured is that it'll be in
the Flower Moon." My eyes widen. Today is the first of that month!
"As I've foreseen," says grandfather. "The date is up to you both. Enough
notice has to be given to family members and friends so they can make plans
to attend your marriage unless you want to make it a private ceremony."
That's what Running Water and Ron had done. I'm looking at my lover. A
quick burst of thought Passes between us. "We want family and friends to see
us exchange vows. As to the day of our marriage, we haven't decided yet." The
smile fades from my lips. "Grandfather. Wouldn't it be best to wait until all
this trouble I'm in blows away? I don't want to set a date that we might be
forced to change."
"Hmm. Would you like to hear advice from an old man?"
"Of course." Grandfather nods. His eyes take on a far away look and I'm
Sensing something from Jesse. I step to my lover and take his hand.
"Choose a Saturday near the end of this month. Send out your invitations
as early as possible so your guests can make plans to come. I'll perform your
wedding at a sacred site in the reservation. It's very scenic." Grandfather
falls back into deep thought for a moment. "Ah. Have you considered becoming
domestic partners?"
"You mean like what they have in San Francisco?" I ask, surprised. How
does grandfather know about that?
"I've checked on it here. Montana law does provide for this legal union.
You both fill out an application with the clerk at city hall, pay $73 and
it's done. I'll perform the ceremony to give that meaning and impress your
guests." Grandfather smiles. "My grandsons. I know that you are married
already in your hearts. You've been enjoying an early honeymoon as well as
I've seen. The exchange of vows and giving of rings is mostly for the
benefit of others yet you'll be given a greater thing. Recognition, their
well wishes for your happiness and no one will doubt that you've committed
yourselves to each other."
"Yes. I think we'd like that." Owopspec and Chris were denied this by
their shaman. Sad, that.
"Try to come up with the date as soon as possible," asks grandfather.
"Now, off to your bedroom before you scandalize your mother!"
Hand in hand, Jesse and I leave the kitchen and go into our bedroom. We
dress into some clothes. My hairy body has been given the chance to dry
during our talk in the kitchen. If Mr. Cavallero doesn't return my hair
dryer, I buy one so Jes can blow dry me after showering like he'd done on
that day in my trailer. That was the first time he'd seen me naked (pulling
my towel down to dry my midsection) and he'd given me a quick glimpse of his
brown dick (erected) and his cute little butt which I touched. When he was
returning my hair dryer to the bathroom, I quickly dressed because I feared
having sex with him so soon. We'd only known each other for a few days. He
came back into my bedroom with disappointment showing on his face yet we
embraced. He'd gotten so exciting from our clothed hug and pulling over each
other's butts that he wet his underwear. I didn't learn until later that
night after teaching that he'd 'borrowed' my dirty underwear laying on the
bathroom floor to wear in place of his wet ones. He wore them for a few days.
"What are you thinking about, love?" Jesse asks.
"Something nice." I reach into the front of my lover's jeans and tug on
his underwear band. "Remember?" Jesse grins. Yeah, he does.
I fetch my Havre bank book and the rental agreement from my laptop bag.
They're stuffed into my left front pocket. My wallet is put into my right
pocket. I don't like to put anything in my 'butt' pockets especially now that
I'm a gay fuck. My ass shows up nicely in my tight pants. I want to show it
off in front of gay guys and draw their lustful gazes. Indians, that is.
Unlike Chris, I'll be giving myself to other men who wanna fuck me. Sex is
just a bodily function like pissing. My heart will be kept for the men in my
life: Jesse and Running Water. Simon too, when we get to know each other
better. I should call him to see how things are hanging with him.
When we return to the kitchen, Winna is starting breakfast. I catch
something in her eyes. From grandfather's face, I'm gathering that they were
talking about something our arrival has disturbed them from.
Winna makes egg sandwiches. Three mugs of coffee are set by our plates
except for Jesse's. He's drinking orange juice. Since there are only three
stools in here and not enough room for a chair that could have been brought
in from the dining table, my lover has to stand while he eats. I've offered
him my stool but he declined. No way was he gonna sit in my lap!
It's quiet while we eat. Winna only imposes that rule for no talking at
her dining table so I'm even more convinced that she and grandfather were
discussing something serious. Probably about us.
I drink down the last of my coffee. Jesse agrees that something is on his
mother's mind that she was consulting with her uncle about. We're planning to
leave them alone as soon as breakfast is over with.
"I've forgotten to thank you both for cleaning out the laundry room,"
says Winna.
"We wanted to surprise you with something nice for a change, mom."
Jesse's shoulders slump.
"Thank you. Could you finish sweeping that room out for me?" asks Winna.
"Get behind the machines with a broom if you can."
Oh, yeah. My lawyer had called when we were in the middle of sweeping so
we didn't finish up in there. I catch that Look in Winna's eyes. She wants us
to go do that now?
:You were right, love. She does want to be alone to speak with grandfather
about something.:
:Probably to ask him about what I'd told her last night.: We leave the
breakfast table. Jes gets a broom and dustpan. I'm moving the washing machine
away from the wall while minding the water hoses. My lover is able to sweep
behind it. I do the same for the dyer. I'm holding the dustpan to collect the
lint, cobwebs and dust that he's swept up.
The telephone is ringing. A shiver runs down my spine because it's more
often someone calling for me and not with good news. Yeah. I was right. Winna
is calling me to the kitchen so I'm dragging my feet to take the call with
much dread.
"Hello?"
"This is Tom Grips His Tomahawk."
Relief fills me. "Is the truck ready for me?"
"Yes. Are you able to pick it up today?"
"Ah. I'll try. Before I can drive it, Jesse's mom has to renew its
registration and get insurance for it. Maybe we'll do that today."
"Jeremy told me about your run in with that traffic cop. You were lucky to
get off with only a warning."
"Yeah. I'd like to pick it up today if I can. How much is the bill?"
"Nine hundred eighty dollars," answers Tom. In a mere whisper, "I've put
in some extra work that's not listed on your work order."
"Thanks. I appreciate that. What form of payment does your garage accept?
A personal check, VISA card..."
"Can you pay cash? We're charged four percent of the total if you pay by
the mooch card. That's nearly forty bucks our garage loses to them."
The 'mooch card'? I've never heard VISA referred to like that. "Sure. I
can bring $980 in cash. And, thanks for everything."
"See you soon. Bye."
I'm hanging up the phone. Winna has obviously been listened to my call and
she knows it's about the truck. Jesse is standing at the far end of the
kitchen. I'm calling out to him to hear the good news. "The truck is ready."
I turn to his mother. "Before I can drive it from the garage, I'll need your
help with renewing its registration and getting liability insurance. The
title is in your husband's name."
"We can do that this morning."
"Thanks. I'll pay for everything of course." Another thought comes to me.
"Winna? When I go to my bank for the cash, I'll find out if my money has been
transferred here from Indiana." My eyes flare. I'm not sure if she wants
grandfather to know that I'm helping her with the house mortgage.
"That sounds good, Mike."
"Jes-ee-ah? Can you go to the front room and look out the window to see
who's out there this morning?"
"Yes, grandfather." Jesse runs off.
Oh, oh. That's gonna leave me alone with these two for a moment.
"Short Hair. I..." begins Winna.
"It's alright, mother." I've Gleaned what this is all about. "Please let
me tell you how sorry I am about saying things right out without thinking
sometimes. I've upset you last night. I know."
"I've talked things over with my uncle and..."
I'm holding up my hand to stop her. I don't want to make this more
difficult for her so it's best that we put it behind us without more talk.
Jesse saves us. He's running back into the kitchen with a bright face.
"It's Dirty Hands."
"Jes-ee-ah!" scolds Winna. "Be respectful to your Elders."
"Yes, mom."
"Good," mutters grandfather. "I'll ask Dirt-brought-up-in-his-hand if he
can drive me to Chinook when you leave the house."
I'm given a stern look from the old man. Why is he mad at me? Jesse
distracts him by asking something.
"Grandfather. Do you know about the meeting Elder Quiet-before-the-dawn
has called for tonight?"
"No."
"He wanted to see you last night but you were sleeping."
"What's this about?" asks He-who-runs-up-mountains.
Jesse and I fill him in. We tell him about the 'apology' letter the D.A.
sent to the Blackfoot Nation, Lt. John Danielson's announcement on T.V.
where he's been made interim police chief while Captain Ruston is being
investigated by the D.A., Mr. Talbert's warning about the consequences and
what Quiet-before-the-dawn said to that news reporter. I add that I'm seeing
my lawyer today at two because the grand jury has brought an indictment
against me for 'attempted murder of a police officer'. This last bit of news
upsets grandfather the most.
"My heart is heavy to hear this," mutters grandfather. "So. Our peace talk
with the D.A. has failed. It means war."
"Yes, grandfather! The People must fight to protect one of their own."
I'm surprised to hear the angry resolve in my lover's voice when he said
that. Grandfather looks at Jesse for a long moment. I can never Glean
anything from him (protected by personal medicine, I'll bet) but there's a
sparkling in this man's eyes that I've seen in Elders before. Ah, Chris has.
"Strong words, Jes-ee-ah but they are true. Remember them when you attend
the meeting tonight. I have spoken."
A shiver goes through me. What's that all about? Jes doesn't know or maybe
he does but he's keeping it to himself. I'll have to find out at the meeting.
A lot of fireworks is gonna be seen there tonight!
We're sitting with grandfather in the front room while Winna showers and
gets dressed for our outing. It's a tight squeeze on the couch.
"Short Hair. Hmm." Grandfather releases a weary sigh. "I know that you
have a lot on your mind. More than I'd known until breakfast."
I suffer the old man's glare. I suspect what he's about to scold me for.
"Winna is enduring a lot herself. She's taken you into her home, let you
stay with her son in his bedroom..." His eyes flare. "What I'm saying is that
you must stop and think before allowing the words from your heart to slip out
of your mouth. What you've told her last night has upset her."
"I know, grandfather."
The old man shakes his head in dismay. "Let us agree to something then.
Until you have gained the wisdom to consider the feelings of others, consult
with me first before you ever say anything like that to Winna again!"
"Yes, sir." Man! He's really pissed at me.
:Love? I don't think mom has told him everything. A lot of what you said
to her, I agree with. Maybe she's upset when you told her about Simon.:
:I'm sure that's it.: An uneasy silence passes with grandfather staring
off into the distance. Jes is sitting next to him. I'm on the far left side.
My thoughts turn to what I need to do today. We'll go to my bank first. If
my money has been transferred here from Indiana, we'll walk over to Winna's
mortgage company and get the final balance due on her house. I'll go back to
my bank and have a cashier's check made out then walk it back over to the
mortgage company. I have to remember to draw $1,080 out in cash to pay for
the truck's repair. I'm planning on giving Tom a hundred dollar tip. He
mentioned doing some extra work on the truck that doesn't appear on my
work order. I wonder what that is?
Before I can drive the truck, Winna has to renew its registration. If that
takes us to the DMV, I'll get my driver's license changed over to Montana.
Hmm. That leads me to another thought. Jesse needs to learn how to drive.
I'll pick up a road test book for him to study. He'll practice driving the
truck (groan... a stick shift) in the reservation where there's nothing he
can run into or any cops around.
Oh. We have to get liability insurance on the truck, too. I'll find out
how much more medical coverage will cost. What else can we do this afternoon?
I have that two o'clock appointment with my lawyer! That really limits how
much we can do before I have to go to see him. There's transportation time
to Chinook to figure into the equation.
:What are you thinking about?: Asks Jesse. :Good things again, I hope?:
:Just planning out what we need to do today before I see my lawyer.: The
bathroom door is heard closing. Winna is off to get dressed in her bedroom.
That can take women a long time so I'm looking up at the clock. It's nearly
ten. Good. We have at least three hours to do everything I've planned.
I'm looking over at grandfather. He's resting his eyes. That explains the
silence though Jes and I have been Talking. I wonder if he can pick up on
that? He's pressed against my lover so there's body contact. Before our
Connection, Jesse had to touch me to read my emotions and what I was
thinking. Now, we can Speak to each other even at distance. The furthest
we've tried was when he was in school in Havre while I was hanging out at
Hawk Flying Over's house in the reservation. That's some thirty miles away.
Wow. What a wondrous gift from our Father! Charms A Bird can talk from his
head too but I think he has to be touching someone. What other abilities has
he been blessed with? I hope they're powerful ones that he can wield against
Eli Kie.
After a long sit on the couch, grandfather stirs next to Jesse. He slowly
gets to his feet with cracking heard from his old bones. Without a word, he
heads out of the front room. We're quick to get to our feet and join him.
He's going out the front door. On the porch, the old man turns to me with a
pained face. He lays his right hand over my shoulder. I'm tensing up.
"I didn't mean to be that strong with you on the couch." The old man
releases a sigh. "Not only do you speak without thinking but you don't listen
very well. That's what made me angry in the kitchen when Winna was trying to
say something and you stopped her. Twice."
"Jesse was gonna return at any moment," I defend.
"Winna knew that. She realizes that nothing one of you knows is kept from
the other."
"I knew what she was gonna be saying and that it was difficult for her.
That's why I cut her off. To spare her."
"Don't be so sure," says grandfather.
I'm releasing my breath in a huff. "Okay, grandfather. I promise to
consult with you first about anything difficult I'm needing to tell Winna.
I wouldn't mind you telling her these things instead of me. Really!"
"Very well. I have heard your promise and know of no others that you have
broken, Short Hair."
Wait until I place the burden about Ron having sex with Jesse on him! I
don't want Winna learning that from anyone else. This is what I've Gleaned
Eli Kie would do to strike out at us and from the truth of all things! A
Trickster usually resorts to lies to get his way with people and hurt them.
Grandfather can break this terrible news to her. Better him than me.
"I will see you tonight at the meeting," says grandfather. "I'm proud of
you, Short Hair."
"For what?"
"Yours is a good heart. Otherwise, I wouldn't put up with your white ways
for this long." The old man laughs.
Jes and I laugh along with him at his joke.
:He wasn't kidding, love. Other than Ron, I don't know of any other white
people outside our tribe that grandfather deals with a lot. He's always kept
away from them because of the bad things they did to him and his People. What
they're still doing to us.:
That saddens me. :I'm proving to be quite a handful for him, huh?:
:Two handfuls, love, when I'm not holding your right hand that is.:
Jesse takes my hand. :Thanks for being there for me.: Grandfather walks
down the sidewalk and gets into Dirt-brought-up-in-his-hand's truck. We're
waving to him as they take off. We go back into the house to wait for his
mother to get ready. I'm too anxious to sit back on the couch. Jes follows me
around the front room when I pace up and down.
:Going nowhere fast, love?: Jesse teases.
:Yeah.: A fitting pun comes to me. :Who's more foolish? The fool or the
one who follows him?: That gets Jes stopping in his tracks. I turn around and
follow him into the dining room, the kitchen and then to his mom's bedroom
door. He thinks better of himself and doesn't knock. We're heading back to
the kitchen. My lover giggles.
From the pantry, Jes gets a pudding cup. I know he loves those. Me too,
they're chocolate! He Asks me if I'm wanting one. Yeah. We take them to the
kitchen table to eat after fetching some spoons from the dish rack.
We finish our dessert quickly as if Jesse doesn't want his mom scolding
him. I'm feeling the sugar rush. It's like being in love. Ahhh. I'm surprised
when Jes hugs me all of a sudden. My arms rush around him and we kiss. Hmmm.
I taste chocolate and my tongue tries stealing what remains in his mouth.
:Hey!:
My naughty kisses end. We hear the bedroom door opening and separate
before his mom sees us. Winna said that it's okay for us to in the house yet
I'm gonna be on my very best behavior. No need to upset the woman more than I
already have.
"You look great, mom."
I'm nodding in agreement and whistle at her.
"Thank you, boys." Winna smiles back and hefts her purse strap over her
left shoulder.
The woman is dressed very smart like casual dress clothes or something.
They look comfortable and that's what she need today when I run her off her
feet. I'm looking down at her shoes. Nope. They're a kind of moccasin, dyed
with black near the toes. She is a Blackfoot Indian after all.
After Winna locks her front door, we get into her brown pickup truck. She
backs down the driveway. I'm noticing my lack of wearing a seatbelt. The
passenger side doesn't work and that reminds me that I didn't check to see if
her husband's truck had working seatbelts. I should have added that to Tom's
list of things to check on. Too late now.
After backing into the street, Winna shifts her truck into first gear. I
pull Jesse's right leg against mine to keep him out of the way. My hand
lingers over his knee. When she shifts into second gear, her eyes stare down
at my left hand.
"Even on that first night, you were touching my son. Weren't you?"
"I'm afraid so, ma'am." I've heard the humor in this woman's voice. She is
in a good mood and that's what's needed for today's frantic activities.
Winna parks at the Northern Plaza Savings where I've opened up my new
account a week ago. She and Jesse remain in the truck while I go find out if
my money has transferred from my Indianapolis bank. Miss Wong confirms this.
I have $40,000 in checking and $60,000 in savings to drawn on. A quick call
to my old bank confirms that I have $32,192 left with them in checking. Mr.
Talbert has cashed my $10,000 retainer check but the VISA charges for them
purchases I've made at Wal-Mart have not been deducted yet. I eagerly return
to the truck.
"Winna? My money is available and... I want to pay off all the remaining
balance on your house."
"Mike!" the woman gasps. "I owe $86,00 on my loan! Can you afford that?"
"Yes. And I'll still have plenty left in the bank with more coming in from
Royalties I'm still earning. I want to do this." To my relief, Winna nods in
agreement. Jesse hugs me.
The three of us walk over to Winna's title company. They're situated in
this same shopping plaza. I can tell that she's anxious about paying off her
house by the emotions on her face and by the way she clutches a legal folder
in her hands. I'm glad to be doing this for her and Jesse. After her husband
forged her signature on loan papers to get half the money out of their house,
she's had to pay a much higher monthly mortgage payment. Then her boss laid
her off from work (the same construction company her husband worked at) and
she feared losing the house. I suggested that Winna ask if she would work
part time while taking lessons from me in MS-Word to enhance her secretarial
skills. Her boss agreed. Yet that reduced salary barely covers her $980
monthly mortgage payment let alone having enough money left over to pay for
other bills, food and such.
Winna didn't know until now that I was planning on paying off her house.
She'd only asked if I could put some of my money towards the balance she
owes since the interest on her home loan was higher than what I'd earn on my
money sitting in the bank, and to help reduce her monthly mortgage payments.
After today, I'll still have $46,000 to draw on from my two banks. My next
Royalty check in June should be around 20k. From what Dianna has told me,
my January check will be even higher because our company has signed sales
agreements with some big retailers to distribute our educational software
products. I'm excited to find out how much more money I'll be getting then!
Jesse is quick to open the glass door for his mother. I'm looking up at
the sign on this building: 'First Republic Title Company of Havre'. I follow
Winna in. Jes comes to my side but we resist the urge to hold hands.
"I'd like to see Mr. Flanders, please. Tell him that it's Mrs. Winnapah."
The secretary Winna has spoken to picks up the phone. She speaks softly
and nods to the loud man's voice coming through, hanging up after a moment.
"He can see you now, ma'am." The secretary points out an office door on
our right. Winna is nearly running. Jes and I catch up to her when she's
knocking on the door. A man's loud voice bids us to enter.
It's a large office with a single window to the man's left. I note the
expensive furnishings. Paintings on his wood paneled walls, a huge bronze
depicting a mermaid stands in the corner and there's lots of knick-knacks
covering the man's solid wood desk. All bought on the backs of families who
struggle with keeping up their mortgage payments, I'll bet. Mr. Flanders
rises from his desk. He points out chairs in front for us to sit in. Winna
does. Jes stands behind his mother because there's only one chair remaining
for me. The man gives me a questioningly look.
"I'm Mike Yager."
"Ah, yes. I've heard about you."
From Winna or what he's seen on the news about me? Mr. Flanders comes
around his desk to offer me his hand. His shake feels limp and I'm getting a
strong impression about this man. I don't like him.
"Please sit."
I'm reluctant to do so for some reason. It's like we're about to do battle
with each other and sitting would leave me too vulnerable. Winna looks up at
me. I sit down beside her, scolding myself for my strange thoughts.
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