Authors: Renee Simons
On his way to the newspaper building, Stormwalker recalled his conversation with Alexandra McLaren. She'd granted him a big concession, but that didn't mean he'd won her over. He would have to be careful around her, holding a tight rein on his own anger and allowing her the time she needed to change her mind about him. Her opinion had become important to him. Was it only because he needed her help?
He stepped inside. The great barn of a building was brightly lit, but the presses were silent. He called out, "Uncle?
You here?"
"I'm in the office, Nephew. C'mon back!"
With a grin of pleasure, Stormwalker strode to the rear of the building, welcoming the reunion and its accompanying bear hug that had been postponed by Zan's appearance.
"You bulked up some, while you were . . . away. Been
workin
' out, I guess?"
"Yeah, well, there wasn't much to do but work out."
"I noticed the change as you came up the street yesterday. Guess I can't think of you as little Mike anymore. You've outstripped me."
Stormwalker looked at the man with affection.
"Never, Uncle.
You're too big a man for that to happen."
Mike motioned, and Stormwalker sat down opposite him. "How come they let you come home? They decide to let bygones be bygones now that we're such good friends with our old enemies? Or maybe they figure no one cares about something that happened all those years ago?"
Stormwalker shook his head. "More important - they learned something that indicates I've been telling the truth all along. But if we can't prove my case this time, they'll lock me away for good."
"Since I might be helping that McLaren woman to send you back, what can I do to help you stay?"
"Her name is Alexandra, Uncle. And I would like you to help her. She's got a tough job to do. Your cooperation could make it easier."
Mike raised one eyebrow, but said only, "Sure thing."
"As for me, I need to find work. I thought I had a job but it went to someone else. Can you find something for me to do? The pay is unimportant. I just need to show I'm doing something."
"You should have come here first."
"I didn't want to take advantage of our relationship."
"What else is family for, if not to help out?" Mike leaned forward in his seat.
"When do you want to start?"
"The first of the week, if that's all right. I need a little more free time. I'm going out to Grandmother's place from here."
"Give her my best. Tell her we need to see her face around here more often."
"The last time I looked, she had no way of getting here."
"I'd come for her if I knew when she was ready to make the trip."
"How about smoke signals?"
Mike answered
Stormwalker's
grin with one of his own. "I'm game."
"I'll tell her you said so." Stormwalker stood.
"About this job, Uncle.
Most times, I'll be able to give you an honest day's work. But I might have to take off at a minute's notice and I won't be able to explain. If you have
deadlines, that
could be a problem."
"Nope.
Paper gets out when it's ready. You do what you have to."
The two men walked out together. The newspaperman reintroduced Stormwalker to the machinery as they went. "It's been a long time since I worked the presses," Stormwalker said. "I hope I remember how."
"It'll come back - like making love. You never forget."
"It's been a long time there, too."
Mike winked.
"Seems you've got a lot of catching up to do.
I'd get to it, if I were you."
"No more one-shot deals for me." Stormwalker shook his head. "But I'll need a life before I can share it with someone."
Chapter 3
In the shade of the back door overhang, the thermometer registered 99 degrees. Out in the sun, it felt more like 105, but the lack of humidity made it bearable. Stormwalker welcomed all of it, even the hot wind caressing his face. In a cloudless sky the color of a robin's egg, an eagle rode a thermal, its great wings spread and motionless as it glided at the apex of an invisible column of heated air. His heart lifted in his chest and he smiled. Perhaps
wanbli's
presence was a good omen.
"I sure could use the help," he said softly.
He watched for a moment or two longer,
then
saddled his old horse. When they'd both been a lot younger, he'd given the animal the old Lakota name,
Sunka
Wakan
: Holy Dog. He was old now, and soon would be unable to carry anyone but a small child. Though he let the animal move at his own pace, a small rasp sounded deep in the horse's belly. When Stormwalker spoke to him,
Sunka'kan
pricked up his ears and lifted his head proudly, as if to say, "There's still some life left in this old body."
They crossed the gently rolling countryside covered with tall prairie grasses turned gold and russet and pale brown by the summer's heat and lack of rain. They'd ridden about ten miles when
Stormwalker's
gaze fixed on a long, low house sheltered by a grove of cottonwoods. It hadn't changed much during the five years he'd been away, except to become a little more weathered, a little more settled beneath its leafy canopy.
He approached slowly and dismounted without a sound to avoid disturbing his grandmother, who dozed in a high-backed wicker chair. The hair framing her face had turned white. Lines beside her mouth and a furrow across her forehead marked her once smooth skin. She's gotten so much older, he thought with a shock, then remembered she was near ninety and still looked younger than her years.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "You haven't changed much, I see, Grandson. Still trying to surprise me like you did when you were a boy."
"And you're still a breath ahead of me,
Unci
." He knelt beside her chair and wrapped his arms around her. "I came as soon as I could, Grandmother."
"I knew I'd see you when you were ready," she said.
He'd expected her to feel light and reed-like.
Instead
he felt an iron strength in her slender body and drew away in amazement. "I'll bet you could rope and throw a calf if the whim struck you."
"Probably, though I don't get many whims like that these days." She smiled. "I prefer quieter activities." Emma
Redfeather
examined her grandson. "Have you come home to stay,
Takoja
? Have you, Grandson?"
"I don't know."
"I had a dream the other night that you had. I was surrounded by my grandchildren and we were happy. Even our loved ones who have departed this life smiled down and were at peace."
"That was a good dream, Grandmother. I hope for my sake it comes true."
"An end to these bad times waits nearby. I feel it. And something good will come, even from the worst of it, though we can't tell what that is right now."
"I can't imagine what." He thought about Mac's sister and the damage she could do.
"What is this thought that clouds your eyes?"
He explained what he could about his quest for the truth and the woman who held his future captive.
"Will she help you?"
"If I can prove myself to her.
Until then, she has the potential to hurt me.
Badly."
"How could your friend Mac do this to you? Put your life and career in her hands?"
"I don't think he would have done it if he thought there was real danger. It's a sign of his confidence - in me and maybe even in her."
His grandmother nodded. "I would like to meet her."
"Come back with me now," Stormwalker urged. "I'll put you up on
Sunka'kan
."
With an indulgent smile, she tapped the back of his hand as it rested on the arm of her chair.
"That old thing?
He's too tame for me. I have an animal of my own."
Stormwalker grinned at her. "This is the perfect time for a visit. We can ride back together and you won't have to use smoke to tell Mike you're coming in."
She laughed. "Can't you just see me waving a blanket over a signal fire? Now that would take more work than I have patience for."
She packed a small duffle and they rode home with a darkening sky at their backs. A feeling they were being watched nagged at Stormwalker. He pulled gently on the reins to halt
Sunka'kan
. His grandmother did the same.
The low hum of an engine filtered through the breeze-tempered silence. The saddle creaked as he dug his feet into the stirrups and raised himself up to look around.
To the north lay two narrow lanes of asphalt that ran from east to west through the middle of the reservation. He couldn't see the road or the vehicle paralleling his course. He could have crossed the parched grassland and confronted whoever it was, but confrontation was for later. For now, the fact that someone might be following him was enough.
On her way back to the camper, Zan glanced at the huge plate glass window built into the rear wall of the newspaper plant. Mike Eagle sat at his desk. She walked around to the front of the red brick fortress and stepped inside, making her way through the silence to his office.
He turned to face her. "Can I help you?"
"I came to thank you for talking to Mr. Hunter on my behalf. Why did you do it?"
"My nephew asked me to help you. He feels it will get you to the truth faster than if I stand in your way."
That Stormwalker had been responsible surprised her, but she said only, "I appreciate what you did."
"There's a place here for you." He pointed to a small table beside the window. "It isn't much, but if you want to look at any of my files, there's room."
"And you can keep an eye on me?"
Mike grinned.
"That too."
He turned back to his work.
Zan left to interview
Stormwalker's
mother. She had taken an active role in his defense. Perhaps she would have answers to some of Zan's questions.
The air had cooled. To the west, a bank of gray clouds hovered above the open prairie and jagged flashes of lightning streaked to the earth. The fading light took on an eerie yellow hue, convincing
her the
storm would soon reach them. She walked down the deserted street toward one of the few two-storied houses in the village. A strange tingling upset the rhythm of her pulse.
As she came abreast of the building, measured hoof beats broke the silence. A moment later, a man on horseback emerged from the gloom. He sat easily on his mount, his body swaying with the movement of the horse, his broad shoulders relaxed and the reins draped loosely across his fingers. He and his animal seemed surrounded by a strange aura her mind told her had more to do with the approaching storm than the supernatural.
"
You looking
for me?" His deep voice coaxed her from her musings.
"I wanted to ask your mother a couple of questions, but I'll ask you."
"You'll have to. She's at a teacher's conference in Pierre."
Another rider halted beside him. Stormwalker dismounted and held out a hand. "Can I help you, Grandmother?"
"Maybe next time.
Today, I'm still able to manage on my own." She removed a bag from the saddle horn.
"I'll take care of your horse," he said. "You go inside and get out of this weather."
"Did your mother leave any food in the house?"
"Enough to feed everyone on the
rez
."
"Good. I'll cook dinner."
Dressed in an oversized canvas greatcoat and wide-brimmed Stetson, the woman gave Zan a brief, but intense once-over. Zan had read she was a healer and a seer and held still for the woman's examination. This first meeting would not be the last, but it might be the most crucial.