Coyote stands before one of the cartel gang members he managed to capture. The gang member was strung up by his hands, like the other eight bloody bodies surrounding him. Down at their feet were pieces of body parts, blood, urine, and even feces.
“Now, before we begin. Do you have anything you want to tell me? Because, when I am done with you, you’re going to look like all your friends. Believe me, it’s not as bad as you think it is. Being around the dead, you learn a lot.” An evil smile appears on the coyote mask covering Coyote’s face.
Andrés looks at the person wearing the coyote mask in front of him. He had watched as the person started to remove bits and pieces from his fellow gang members. Blood covered the person’s body. He had watched as the person cut his friend's manhood off first. Afterward, the person had slowly worked their way up to his friends’ bodies, peeling back skin to expose the muscles and tendons underneath the skin.
“Well, since you don’t want to talk to me.” Coyote slowly moves his hand towards Andrés groin area.
“Dídac Juderías is in Encarcuaras. You’ll find him there.” Andrés looks at the Coyote masked person.
“Are you sure?” Coyote moves his bloody skinning knife closer to André's penis and scrotum.
“YES!” Andrés felt the tip of the knife near his scrotum.
“Alright, you get to live for a few more minutes.” Coyote walks over to a batter looking leather bag and tosses the knife in his hand into it.
He reaches in and pulls out four incendiaries' grenades. He picks up the leather bag and starts walking out the door of the building he had been in.
“You said I could live.”
“I said for a few more minutes.” Coyote tosses the grenades in his hands inside the building and watches as it catches fire.
He walks over towards an old jeep wrangler and climbs in. He heads towards the old Spanish convent he has been living in, since the day the deity Coyote left him. If Coyote hadn’t come and found him. He might have died.
He could remember the day as if it happened yesterday. His family was having a birthday party for his grandfather when his life was changed. It was a nice sunny day and they were outside cooking and partying. All his aunts, uncles, cousins and friends of the family had been there.
No one knew that the day was going to end in bloodshed. One minute he was talking with his mother and the next moment his body was being riddled by bullets. They came out of nowhere and without warning. He fell face onto the grounds, with his mother, older sister, grandmother and several other women that had been standing nearby.
He could hear gunfire and explosions going off. He could hear screams and feel the weight of bodies that had fallen onto him. The blood of his relatives that had fallen on top of him was dripping down into his eyes and mouth. It was also soaking into the bullet wounds he had received as well.
What happened after that, he couldn't recall. Because he had fallen unconscious. When he did wake-up, he was lying naked under a blanket and a fire was going next to him. His wounds had been bandaged. He noticed an old man with a short gray beard sitting near him.
He arrives at the convent he was living at and parks the jeep in a shed behind the convent. He takes the two backpacks filled with guns, ammo and everything else he took from the gang members into the convent through a secret entrance. He had found the old Spanish convent while avoiding some cartel men hunting for him. He had been injured and needed someplace safe to tend to his wound.
The convent had been overgrown and hidden by the jungle. He was lucky he had managed to find it when he did. He slipped into the convent and hid. The next few days, he didn’t sleep much and tended to his wounds.
He heads to the armory and empties the backpacks he had brought in. He also removes his mask and removes the outfit he had been wearing, along with his soft sole boots. As he removes his clothes, the young body of a teenage girl is exposed.
Miara stands in the armory completely naked. Her short straight dark hair framed her oval face. Her deep-set hazel eyes were alert and haunted. Her body was littered with bullet hole scars from the attack on her family. The old man that had saved and nursed her back to health said that a balance must be maintained. That had been the reason he had saved her. He stayed and took care of her for a week.
One morning when she woke up, he was gone. He had left her the suit she currently wore and an ancient-looking coyote mask that when she put it on, protected her. A note had been left with the items, written in ancient Incan language. She didn’t know how she understood the language, but when she put the mask on, she was able to read it.
Since that day she used the Coyote legend and disguise to track down members of Norte del Valle Cartel group responsible for killing her family. When she was the Coyote, she appeared as male thanks to the suit and mask. It hid who she was and prevented the people she was looking for from finding her.
She walks out of the armory, after locking it and heads towards the baths. The ancient Spanish convent had a hot spring in it. She diverts some of the hot springs water into a rounded basin that the nuns had built way back. Once the basin was filled with hot water, she slips into it.
She relaxes against the rim of the basin and closes her eyes. Now, she knew where the leader of the cartel was hiding.
She closes her eyes and falls asleep. Ancient voices whisper to her as she slowly drifts off. The dead was speaking to her again. They were reminding her that her work wasn’t done.
Ever since she fell into an ancient burial cave where the mummified remains of ancient Aztecs had been resting. She spent seven days looking for the way out. During that time among them. They spoke to her, telling her how they had died. How the invaders had destroyed their culture.
By the time she found her way out, she was on the edge of being insane. Ever since then, she hears the voices of her family reminding her that she needed to avenge them.
The voices go away after a while, but they have already stirred up memories of that day. Tears leak from her eyes as phantom pain from the bullet wounds on her body starts to ache. She grits her teeth as she rides out the phantom pain. After a while, they stop. Maria lowers herself under the water and lets the water drained out of the basin. It took her a few weeks to figure out how the ancient sewage system worked.
She heads to her room to slip on a pair of clean panties and her Nun habit. She found that she could disguise herself as a nun and mingle with the people. She could also use the disguise to gather information, without people knowing what she was doing. She went by sister Myra Cavallero while wearing the nun habit.
Once she is dressed. She leaves the convent and walks down to the nearest village. Most of the citizens of the village had forgotten about the old Spanish convent. It hadn’t been used in so long that no one remembered it. She didn’t mind walking on such a nice day.
Since she has been coming into the village to buy food, and other items. The people have gotten to know her. She was greeted by people as she walks by. Some children run-up to her. She pulls some candy from a pocket and gives it to them.
“You children behave and do what your parents tell you.”
“We will, sister Cavallero.”
Myra watches as the children runoff. At one time, the village she was in use to be bothered by a group of bandits. They terrorized the village
and caused all sorts of problems. Her alter-ego Coyote took care of them all in one night and left their bodies hanging from the trees as a warning.
After that, things calmed down some. Occasionally, some bandit would come into the village, thinking they could control the village and the coyote would show up and prove them wrong.
There were times she would wake-up extremely tired and sore from his activities. She would have blank spots in her memory where the Coyote came out to play. Which was unusual, because she and her alter-ego shared the same body.
It hasn’t been the first time her alter-ego has come out to play or to avenge a wrong. She doesn’t know what the old man did to her, but the Coyote only came out when she needed him. The thing was, she wasn’t exactly clear how the Coyote worked. There was a sense of justice and balance that drove him to maintain.
She does some shopping at two of the vendors. As she is looking through some vegetables and fruits. A young woman approaches her “Sister Cavallero, is the Pope going to send more Nuns to help you or are you going to be the only one?”
Myra looks at the young woman and notices she was wearing a cross around her neck. She had seen several other women in the village with necklaces.
“The Pope is sending more Nuns to the convent. They are supposed to be here in a few weeks.”
“Do you know how many are coming?” Lucia couldn’t wait for more Nuns to arrive.
She’s been thinking about becoming a nun herself. She wants to help others like herself in the name of God.
“I haven’t been told how many will be coming, but it will be nice to have more sisters.”
Coyote had a run-in with a Don Juan not to long ago and almost attacked him. Don Juan and his men were taking down an arms dealer selling weapons that had been stolen from Spanish government. The people who had been selling the weapons happened to be members of the cartel he had been hunting.
During the sale, he thought Don Juan and his men were the bad guys. It was when he went to attack one of Don Juan’s men, that Coyote stopped himself. Something just stopped him and change tactics. He started attacking the cartel members he came to kill.
After the fight, Coyote and Don Juan talked. Coyote suggested that if Don Juan wanted to keep an eye on what was going on in Venezuela and other South American countries, he might consider sending agents disguised as nuns and priests.
Don Juan had to agree, considering how many missionaries come to South America. He could set up a network of spies and agents without being noticed. Don Juan said he would send several members to the convent near the village Sister Cavallero lived at.
Don Juan didn’t know that Sister Cavallero and Coyote were the same people. Don Juan only knew Coyote. The arrangement and deal he made with Coyote’s alter-ego was a different person.
The rest of the day Sister Cavallero spends in town, learning all she can about what is going on. She learns about the kidnapping of a wealthy businessman’s daughter. She has some idea who might be involved and will visit them, after letting Coyote settle their revenge.
She heads back to the convent and fixes a stew for herself. It was a recipe her mother taught her. As she is stirring the ingredients, tears leak from her eyes. It was her mother’s body that had landed on top of her when members of the Norte del Valle Cartel hunting party killed her family. She never did learn why they murdered her whole family.
What she did learn, some of the hunting party were elite members of the Venezuela military. When Coyote first started his mission of vengeance, he ran across them. He should have died, but thanks to the outfit he wore and skills he didn’t know he posse. He survived and killed the ones responsible.
Myra sits down at the old antique table and eats the stew. While she is eating, she thinks about how Coyote might infiltrate where Dídac Juderías is hiding. He’ll need to do recon to get the layout of the place.
Once Myra is done eating, she locks the convent up and heads towards the armory. It was time for Coyote to come out and play. She gets dressed in the Coyote outfit and picks out a few weapons to take with him. He picks his favorite skinning knife, along with a machete. He takes his compound bow and a quiver of arrows. Once he has all his party favors, he heads to where the jeep is parked and uncovers a black motorcycle.
The motorcycle had belonged to one of the lieutenants of the Norte del Valle Cartel. He mounts it and heads towards the location. The place was going to take him at least two hours to get there.
Coyote thinks about what he wanted to do to the members he encounters. He finds killing them outright, unfair. He liked to play with them, giving them the hope, they had a chance to live.
After two hours, he gets close to the location. He hides his motorcycle and approaches on foot, using the surrounding woods as cover as he scouts the area. The place Dídac Juderías was hiding at was nice. It was two stories and had plenty of outside lights, lighting the place up.
There was a nice pool with a manmade waterfall behind the place. It seemed that Didac was having a party. There were plenty of naked women hanging off the arms of several of the men guarding the place. There was one woman who had a leash in her hands. As Coyote pulls out his binoculars for a closer look. The leash was attached to a jeweled collar going around the neck of a nude she-male. Everything above the waist of the person was beautiful. She had a nice set of breasts and nice hips. She was also well-hung as she knelt between the woman holding her leash. She had her face buried between the woman’s opened legs.
Coyote just shakes his head. He couldn’t believe the depravity he was seeing. He spotted at least twenty guards, patrolling the grounds. He moves closer to the house using vehicles and whatever else he could to conceal his movement.
He stops when one of the goons guarding the place comes close to where he was. The goon lights a cigarette and takes several puffs. He didn’t recognize the goon. He waits until the goon moves on.
Coyote manages to make his way up to the second story and the balcony. He looks through the glass panels. He notices that it wasn’t real glass, but some sort of bulletproof clear panel. He spots Dídac Juderías in the huge bedroom, having fun with four naked women. He was buried in the ass of one woman, while she was eating out another woman, who had another woman sitting on her face. The fourth woman was licking the anal opening of Dídac Juderías. The woman had a butt plug with horsehair coming out of her ass.
He continues onto the roof and local the vent tubes. An evil smile appears on Coyote’s masked face, as he empty’s several jars of killer bees into the tube. He forces them to go down and into the house. As for the partiers in the backyard, he drops native fruit shape containers that break open and more killer bees erupt from them.
Coyote pulls out a few deadly insects and set them free inside the house. He was having fun as he watched people try to get away from the killer bees and other insects, he let free. He slips into the attic of the place and waits until all the commotion dies down.
Didac was enjoying fucking the Brazilian woman in her ass when a swarm of bees started entering his room. They had come from his bathroom. The swarm had attacked him and all four women. He had tried to escape his room but was unable too. Two of the four women were stung so badly, that they died from the venom in their body.
Outside by the pool:
Santiago couldn’t believe what his wife had done to him. She forcibly transformed him into a shemale, all because she caught him having sex with the help. He knew she had a vengeful attitude, but he didn’t know she would go so far to turn him into her plaything. She treated him as a personal sex slave.
He should have been more careful with what he was doing and remember that his wife was like her mother. When she caught her husband cheating on her, she killed his lovers in front of him and then neutered him. He was also surprised that they were being attacked by killer bees and such. His wife pulls on the leash and rushes from the poolside towards the house.
Coyote makes a little hole and sticks his camera down. He was near the Master bedroom and Dídac Juderías was still in there fighting off the killer bees. The other two women had jumped into the shower and had the water going full blast to keep the bees from getting them.
“Time for phase two.” Coyote drops down through the ceiling into the Master bedroom. He wasn’t worried about being stung, because his suit fully protected him.
Didac Juderías looks at the strangely dressed figured who just dropped from the ceiling. Whoever they were, was wearing an ancient mask. It looked so animal-like as if the coyote had taken human form.
“Who the fuck are you?”
An evil smirk appears on Coyote’s face. He grabs a ball from his pouch and crushes it in his palm.
“This should help you remember.” He blows the dust in his palm into Didac Juderías' face.
It goes into his eyes and mouth. Didac starts to shake and blood starts coming out of his eyes. Blood starts leaking from his mouth. He screams as spirits of people he is responsible for murdering come back to haunt him.
Coyote watches as the ancient powder does its job on Didac. He walks over to the bathroom where the woman was and sticks his head in “I would leave now if you want to live.”
The women run out of the bathroom and bedroom. Most of the bees have already left as well. Coyote walks out of the bedroom, as he tosses two glowing round canisters into the room. They explode, setting the room a blazed. As for Didac, he was dead as soon as the room burst into flames.
Coyote jumps through one of the windows on the second story. He lands in the front yard and sprints away, before any of the guards can figure out what happened. The explosion causes a nice distraction for him.
Coyote makes his way back to his motorcycle and heads home. While he is riding his motorcycle, he feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. Now, he needs to learn where the daughter of a rich Venezuela businessman disappeared too. An evil smile appears on his Coyote face as he heads to find out.
Story about the daughter of Wolf himself
Amy slowly starts waking up as she feels the Earth beneath her nude body and hands. Her body was hurting all over from being exposed to the desert heat and strong winds. Her nude twelve-year-old body was as red as a lobster after being boiled. She slowly stands up off the ground, hurting with each movement. Pain flares from every joint of her body. Amy had no idea where she was or how she got here. The last thing she remembers was the guy her father worked with at the military base picking her up on her way home from school and giving her bottled water to drink, which tasted funny, and passing out afterward. She remembers waking up later inside a musky operating room tied down on top of an operating table.
The operating room was dirty and had yellow paint peeling off the floor. It smelled musky and was extremely hot like there wasn’t any moving air to cool it down. Amy recalls a guy dressed in a bloody doctor’s coat holding a needle in his hand that had some sort of red liquid inside of it. He stuck her in a vein in her wrist and pushed the liquid inside the needle into her blood. At first, whatever it was that they injected into her made her feel like she was floating on air, and then all of sudden every nerve in her body was on fire. She remembers arching her back off the table as her body tried to break the restraints, they had her secure with. It felt like every nerve ending had been dipped in acid. She felt something huge shoved up inside her body from between her legs. She remembers screaming from the pain from the force used to shove it into her small body.
She was feeling extreme pain from the drug they were using on her and from the huge object shoved up into her body pumping the same sort of liquid into her small body.
Metal clamps were slapped around her petite wrist as needles inside the clamps pierced her skin and went directly into her veins. More clamps were fastened around her ankles and a plastic tube was shoved down her throat, till it hit her stomach, and the liquid was pumped into her stomach. A metal choker with needles was fastened around her small neck and more of the same liquid was sent into her blood. It felt like she was being burned from the inside out.
The object that had been shoved up into her small body was expanding, tearing her open. She tried to scream, but the tube in her throat prevented that as the liquid was continuously being pumped into her body. She felt someone grab her other hand and stick a needle in the same place that they had done the other one. She felt whatever it was that they gave her go into her body and the next thing she knew was that she was so high, that she wasn’t feeling anything or seeing anything. The last thing she remembered before darkness claimed her, was a huge needle plunged into her heart.
Amy woke up a few times suspended in the air with tubes connected to every joint and pressure point on her body. There was a metal band that went around her head and she could feel pressure from it as they pumped the same liquid they used everywhere else on her body into her head as well. All she knew was that days had gone by and she was kept high as a kite. Each day her body was pumped full of drugs and drained and repeated every other day. The liquid inside the needle was always red that they pumped into her and not some other color. After the man came in to monitor her and fondle her some, he would kiss her on the cheek. He told her that she will be his greatest achievement. As he pumps another drug into her, which causes her to pass out. Just before she blacks out, she hears the machines she is connected to go off and her body starts shaking violently. She goes limp as death came for her, someone saying she was dead. As her heart stops and she slips into unconsciousness.
Amy looks around for some sense of direction to go but finds nothing that is helpful. She just starts walking north away from where she woke up. She had no idea where she was or how to get out of where she was, but she felt something urging her to go in a direction. Every step she took hurt her feet and the wind that was blowing, blew sand into places there shouldn’t be. She had nothing to cover up her body. She was still hurting in her joints and she felt extremely feverish. All she knew was that something wanted her to come the way she was walking.
As Amy is stumbling along, trying to stay upright as her feet hurt. She notices a pitch-black color wolf come up to her. It stops near her and looks at her. She stands still wondering if it was going to hurt her. He comes closer to her and sniffs her. It stops and sits back on its haunches looking at her with its head tilted to one side. Amy makes eye contact with it and notices that its eyes were very blue like the sky was on a clear day. They weren’t the color of a wolf or animal.
As Amy stares into the wolf's eyes she felt something or someone probing her thoughts. She had never felt anything like this before. It was a little frightening, but she wasn’t scared as it was being done to her.
~” Come with me pup of mine.”~ Wolf looks at the girl child the white men had used his blood on. They had managed to trap him with their strange magic and then take his blood from his body and injected it into this girl child he has been looking for since his escape. He could sense the changes it was making to this girl child. One that he has already come upon was that her scent smelled of a Wolf-like himself, not like a human girl.
He could feel her spirit now that the wolf essence that was part of him was now part of her. He could feel the magic that course throughout this body, now doing the same thing to her as well.
Amy wonders how the Wolf was speaking to her inside her head.
“Am I dead?” Amy wasn’t sure anymore about herself.
“No child, you are not dead yet. However, you were dead earlier. Your body was dead for several days, but your spirit refused to leave your body and go to the great hunting grounds. You have become one with my spirit now, because of what the men who kidnapped you have done to your body. Your blood is my blood and your spirit is part of me now. Now come with me so I can take care of you.” Wolf exerts some of his will on Amy.
Amy felt Wolf’s words as she starts walking behind him. She had no choice, but to do as he tells her. Amy’s head starts hurting her bad. The pain felt like someone was squeezing her head in a vise. Her eyesight starts to become blurry.
“Wolf sir, my head hurts bad, it’s pounding in time with my heart.” Amy kept following behind Wolf.
Wolf could feel the girl child's headache as well. He uses a touch of his magic to ease her pain. He could feel the connection between himself and Amy becoming strong.
“You should feel better now, pup” Wolf looks back over his shoulder at Amy.
“Thank you, sir. Sir, will you help me return to my parents, please? I know they are worried about me and I would like to go home to them.” Amy missed her parents and wanted to go home.
“Your parents have passed on. The man that kidnapped you sent some men to kill your father and mother. Your father fought bravely, but he was no match for the men sent to him and your mother. It is best if people think you are dead my child. You will no longer be who you use to be.” Wolf could already see the physical changes being done to this girl. His blood was turning her into a Native American child. Her hair color had already begun changing from the curl short brown hair he had first seen on her, to long straight black hair with blue highlights. He already knew she was going to have a dark tan to match her dark hair.
Amy didn’t know what to say as she walked behind him. Tears just slide down her cheeks as she kept following Wolf. She felt that he was telling the truth. That he was being honest to her.
“Wolf, what did those men do to me and why did they do it?” Amy was wondering why her?
“I wish I could answer that question, pup. I did not know that they had plans for my blood, but what they didn’t count on, was you dying and absorbing my blood into your system. Even when they drain your blood to extract my blood from your system, they didn’t count on it staying with you.” Wolf had wondered why they had pumped this girl with the blood they took from him into her.
Amy just sighs as she continues to follow. She looked out into the desert and notice that they had come to a mountain pass. She follows behind Wolf as he leads her through a maze of twists and turns. Some of the passages were only big enough for her to crawl through on her hands and knees. Once they came out of the passage Wolf took her through, she saw a beautiful waterfall and a large pool of clear water.
“Go and take care of yourself, pup. I will return later with food and clothes for you. Do not leave this area for any reason. If you do leave without me here, you’ll never find it again. So, stay here and wait for my return.” Wolf just looks at Amy as he mentally tells her this.
Amy looks at Wolf and then at the pool of crystal clear water and the waterfall. There was an area for her to sit or lay on the rocks near the waterfall and shade to protect her sun-burned skin.
“Yes sir.” Amy starts walking towards the pool of water.
Wolf watches as his pup now walks towards the pool. He was going to need to bring her food, clothes, and other times to make her life easy here. He’ll have to bring someone he trusts back to teach her and watch over her. He watches as she walks down the stone steps into the pool and then leaves the same way they had come.
Amy finds the naturally made stone steps at the pool edge that leads down into the water. She follows them down into the cool water, which felt nice against her sunburned skin. Amy submerges her entire body in the water and lets the coolness of the lake cool her sunburned skin. When she looks back to see where Wolf was, she didn’t see him. She wonders where he was off too. She takes a sip of the water and swishes it around in her dry mouth. She spits it out outside of the pool. She didn’t want to contaminate the water any more than she was doing now. She swims towards the waterfall and gets out of the pool to stand under it to let it wash off all the dirt and sand that had blown into places on her body. The cool water felt nice against her poor skin.
When Amy is done cleaning herself, she relaxes on a rock covered with soft moss and just lies there staring up at the sky. She spots an Eagle flying overhead her.
Dan Two Elk was loading his pick-up truck with feed for his horses when he felt a familiar presence near him. He stops loading his truck and looks around and notices a rather large pitch-black color wolf looking at him. Dan knew right away who and what the wolf was. It was Wolf himself, his totem spirit.
“What can I do for you, Wonvertu?” Dan just smiles and watches the wolf. Dan used the Navajo name for Wolf, instead of just calling him Wolf.
“I require your help. There is a pup of mine that is going to need your guidance and training. She has suffered a lot and will have a difficult time adjusting to what she is now. I’m placing her education and safety in your hands.” Wolf knew Dan would be a good teacher for the girl child. He had seen him help so many lost and troubled children get back on the right path.
Dan’s guidance and patience would be good for his daughter now. Wolf couldn’t believe now he has a daughter of his blood. It has been centuries since he has had a child of his blood that was human and tied him to the mortal world.
Dan couldn’t believe that Wonvertu was asking him to guide and look after a child of his blood.
“What is her name and where is she?” Dan had rested against his truck while he was talking with Wonvertu.
“Her name is Amy Red Wolf and she is at the waterfall I took you to two moons ago. She’s to remain near there for seven full moons. She may leave the waterfall area to hunt and learn, but she must return there when she can. She isn’t prepared for the path upon which she has been placed.” Wolf wanted to give his daughter time to learn about herself first and then let her start on her path to avenge her family. He also knew that there were other supernatural creatures in the area that might try to take advantage of her innocents.
Dan mentally puts together items he’ll need to take with him. He was familiar with where the waterfall was and knew the only way to get where Wolf’s daughter is, was by horseback. There was no way you were going to get a vehicle or even a four-wheeler to that location. You might get halfway, but you’ll have to go the rest of the way on foot.
“What does she have already?” Dan was wondering what he should bring with him for her.
“Nothing, she’ll need clothes and moccasins to wear. Teach her how to cook the old fashion way, before introducing her to any modern ways. There is a huge boar sounder nearby that you can hunt down and kill for food for her and you.” Wolf figures it would be good to trim the boar population down some.
“I know the sounder you are talking about. They have been destroying some of the farmer’s crops around here.” Dan figures a good boar hunt would be a good way to teach Wolf’s daughter how to track animals.
“I’ll have to make arrangements before I head over towards your daughter. I’ll make sure she is kept safe and properly taught.” Dan figures he could spend time between the waterfall and his ranch. His brother and sisters-in-law could handle the ranch while he is gone.
“I’ll be stopping by to check on her progress. Remember, she’s to return to the waterfall every night, when you can. She is safe there from other creatures around here, till she can care for herself.”
“I wouldn’t expect any less from you. I’ll be sure to let her know.” Dan watches as Wolf walks off back into the desert.
He gets into his truck and notices a package he hadn’t seen before lying on his front seat. There were a few more items back at his home that he knew would fit the girl. Wolf had given him a mental image of her and her sizes. When Dan arrives back at his home, he gets one of his brothers to help him unload the feed and get a horse ready to ride out to the waterfall. He heads inside his house and pulls his backpack out of the closet and puts everything he was going to need in it.
Dan figures that he could spend a few days with her right now, but past that he’ll have to come back here to the ranch. He had an appointment with the Pow Wow committee at the end of the week. Not to mention, a men’s sweat lodge he needed to go to. He was filling in for Robert Night Cloud because he had another appointment that day.
Rebecca had seen her brother-in-law Dan come in and unload his truck with the feed they needed for the horses. She also notices that he had gotten his horse and saddled him up as well. She had seen him put his saddlebags and hunting rifle on his horse. She had watched as he headed into the house. She walks over to the house and heads inside. Rebecca could hear Dan moving around in his bedroom. She had walked up to the door and looked in and saw him packing his gear and a few articles of clothing for a girl in his old Army backpack.
So, who’s the girl you’re going to help?” Rebecca watches as Dan turns quickly around towards her.
Dan hadn’t even heard his sister-in-law until she spoke to him. He turns around and looks at her.
“She’s a girl that Wolf found and wants me to help her.” Dan wasn’t about to tell his sister-in-law that she was Wolf’s daughter.
“Why don’t you bring her back here to the ranch? We can all help you with her.” Rebecca couldn’t figure out why Dan was packing his camping gear.
“Wolf wants me to train her where she is for a while. He feels that she isn’t ready to be around other people right now.” Dan closes his backpack up as he lifts it off his bed.
Rebecca couldn’t figure out why a girl would need to be separated away from other people for a while. What reason did Wolf have?
She looks past Dan towards the window behind him and could tell that night would be coming soon.
“Let me fix a basket for both of you to take. Also, do you know how tall or what sizes she wears?” Rebecca had a few items she could send with Dan for the girl.
“Okay, and yes I do know what sizes she is,” Dan tells his sister-in-law Amy’s sizes.
Rebecca turns around and heads toward her bedroom to retrieve some clothes for the girl. She had a few items left over from their last visit that would fit the girl. She grabs a pair of cowboy boots that someone with Amy’s feet size could wear. She heads back into the living room where Dan was waiting for her and gives the items to him.
Dan takes the items Rebecca gives him out to his horse and packs them away. He double-checks everything and then heads back inside to see if Rebecca had finished packing a basket for him to take with him.
Rebecca had just finished packing the basket with food when Dan comes walking into the kitchen.
She looks up as he comes walking in “I’ve packed about two days’ worth of food in here for you and whoever this girl is. So, you should be okay for two days. I also packed some coffee beans for you, since I know how much you love your coffee. Just remember to bring my basket back with you.”
“I promise too, Rebecca.” He walks over and hugs her. He steps back and looks into her brown eyes.
“I shouldn’t be gone long. I promise to be back by this weekend and no, she won’t be coming with me. Wolf made that very clear. He wants her to stay where she is for at least seven full moons.” Dan didn’t know why, but he would do as he was instructed to.
“I wonder why?” Rebecca had this puzzled look on her face as well.
“Who knows? All I do know is that she needs my help and that she needs to learn about herself. Wolf feels I can do that for her, so I am going to do my best to help her.” Dan didn’t mind helping this poor girl he was being sent to.
“Well, I hope things go well, and remember, she is always welcome here at the ranch.” Rebecca wouldn’t mind having a visitor here to help her.
“I know. Well, I better be off if I want to get there before night comes.” He hugs Rebecca one more time and heads out to his horse and rides off away from the ranch.
By the time Dan gets to where the waterfall is and follows the hidden passage through mountain cervices to the waterfall, night had fallen. It was pitch black by the time he emerged from the passage. When he enters the pool area, he notices a young petite nude young girl with long black hair that covered part of her second-degree sunburn body sounds asleep on a mat of soft moss. There were two huge Golden Eagles standing sentry over her sleeping form from outcrops near her.
The Golden Eagles look down at the stranger that had just emerged from the entrance to the pool area. They had been sent to watch over Wolf’s daughter as she slept, till her mentor got here. They had watched as she slowly fell asleep on the mat of moss near the water. They were instructed that once Dan Two Elk arrived to go ahead and leave her in his care. They knew Dan’s reputation. Both lift their wings in unison and take off into the night sky. They fly off towards their home for the night.
Dan watches as the two Golden Eagles fly off from the pool oasis. He looks back down at the young girl as she slept on the moss. She looked so innocent and fragile. He could see small marks that looked to have been caused by needles all over her sunburned body and neck. He wonders if he should let her sleep or wake her.
“I’ll wake her for you, Dan.” Wolf comes walking out of the shadow near Dan.
Wolf walks over to Amy’s sleeping form and nudges her with his wet nose.
“Amy, wake up. Your mentor is here and he has food and clothes for you.” Wolf sends a little bit of magic towards Amy to wake her.
Amy slowly opens her eyes and see’s the black wolf next to her. She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him. When she releases her arms from around his neck, she notices a man that looked like he was Native American with a chiseled face standing near her. He was tall and muscular like some of the wrestlers on television. He was wearing a dark blue western-style shirt, dusty blue jeans, and a pair of dark brown cowboy boots. She notices that the belt buckle at his waist was silver and was in the shape of a circle with a horse head on it. A black cowboy hat with a brown strip going around it rested on his head. His long black hair was braided and had feathers hanging from it. He looked to be older than her father by several years. His eyes were directed at her and watched her like her father used to watch her.
Dan examines the girl as he stood a few feet from her. He could see fear in her eyes and on her face. Her eyes were holding his attention. They were the color of the sky on a clear day. You could see how blue they were and how they made her eyes stand out. Her face was soft and fine.
She looked like an Angel with Native American features. She looked to be a pre-teen and small for her age group. Her petite body made her look even younger than she was.
Wolf senses how scared and frightened Amy was.
“You can trust this one Amy. He means you no harm and will watch after you as if you were his child. His name is Dan Two Elk and he will be your teacher till you are ready to leave here. There is so much that you need to be prepared for and he is the best person to teach you.”
“Why can’t you teach me?” Amy looked into Wolf’s blue eyes.
“Because I can’t. You need to learn how to interact with normal and supernatural people. You’re different now, because of my blood flowing inside of you. Dan Two Elk will be able to help you adjust to things you’ll learn about yourself now. I want you to obey him and do everything he tells you to do. I will stop in once in a while to check on your progress and see how you are handling the changes done to you.” Wolf licks her cheek.
Dan kept quiet as he watched the two of them. He heard everything that Wolf said to Amy and could feel her relax around him.
Amy runs as fast as she could with three huge hogs chasing her. Blood was running down her leg where one of them had gorged her. She had been tracking them as Dan Two Elk had shown her and she wanted to kill one and bring it back to prove to him she could do it. She almost had the leader of the sound, when another one come out of nowhere and gorged her on her right leg. Now she was running for her life from them. She didn’t care, because she was leading them to a trap she had set. She wanted the biggest one for her trophy.
Amy spots the rocks she had set up to let her know where her pit was that she had dug and put spears in. She spots her pit and puts a little more energy into running. She could feel the hot breath of the lead hog on her heels. She jumps at the last minute as she comes to the edge of the covered pit. Amy hears squeals behind her as the hogs that were chasing her fall into the pit to their deaths. She stops running and turns around to head back towards the pit. She looks down inside the pit and spots all three hogs bleeding from the spear that they had fallen on. She waits till they stop moving before climbing down into the pit to retrieve the bodies.
She discovered after her first week here that she could carry a full-grown hog with no problem. She had inherited everything Wolf himself had. Dan told her that she would be classified as a supernatural creature, because of the blood transfusion the men in the white lab coats had done to her. She had died because Wolf’s blood was too powerful for her human form to handle. Even Wolf himself had said that she had died and had been left out in the desert for the coyotes and blizzards to eat. The only reason she hadn’t continued to the Great Hunting grounds, was because Wolf’s spirit was keeping her anchor here. Somehow their two spirits had merged and now she was connected to him as if he had helped create her. She was considered his child and anchor now to the mortal world. The benefits she got from him made her a supernatural creature. That is why Wolf had said she couldn’t leave the oasis till she learned how to manage her newly acquired abilities. She also learned that when Dan wasn’t around, she had two large golden eagles around to protect her. Cougars and other predators in the area avoided her. The reason they avoided her, was now she was the biggest predator around.
She had a Wolf form that she discovered last weekend when Wolf came to check on her. He showed her how to change into her four-footed form. She could turn into a red wolf that was native to here in Mexico and Texas. Her wolf form was the average size for a female red wolf. Unlike her father, who could assume any type of wolf either in animal form or mixed, she couldn’t. Wolf showed her that she could walk the spirit world in either her wolf or human form. The first time she went to the spirit world, she was scared. When she went again on her own, it felt natural to her. It was like she belonged there. Wolf did tell her that she was limited to one animal form and that was a red wolf.
She tosses the heaviest of the hogs out first and then followed by the second and third hog. By the time she climbs out she has blood all over her body. She sighs because the last thing she wanted to do later was laundry the old fashion way. She had found another water hole to do her laundry at, away from her main pool of water and waterfall. She drags the three hogs back to the oasis and began treating the meat for later. She gives the two golden eagles protecting her chunks of meat to eat. Dan had told her he had some obligations he had to tend to this weekend. So, she was left on her own to practice what she has learned. She had four changes of clothes and three different pairs of shoes. Dan had brought her a bow to practice with and an ax as well.
She told him that she would practice this weekend while he was gone. She grabs her bow and practice arrows and heads to the area they had set up for throwing knives, and axes and for her to use her bow. She practices the rest of the afternoon and into the night. Wolf wanted her to learn to see in the dark and use her other senses. By the time the moon was high overhead, she stops for the night and relaxes in the pool of water before heading to bed. Just before she lies down, she smells rain in the air and can feel it nearby. She takes the sleeping bag she has been using and places it on a rock cropping that will act as her bed for the night. The rocks above and around her, would protect her and keep her dry. She closes her eyes and lets herself drift off to sleep.
Just as Amy falls asleep, rain comes pouring down from the sky and she can feel where lighting strikes hit the ground across the land. It felt weird to her as she feels each strike. She just lies on her rock outing and watches as the rain forms a curtain in the middle of the oasis. The water from the waterfall increases as well. She slowly closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.
When Amy wakes-up the next morning, it was still raining. She wraps her blanket around her body and walks over to her fire pit and builds a fire to heat some water for tea to drink. Dan wanted her to drink a special tea he brought her to drink. She was supposed to drink four cups a day and sweeten it with honey. She had a nutty porridge that Dan Two Elk brought her to eat for breakfast. All she had to do with it was add hot water to turn it into porridge. Amy adds a scoop of honey and a few berries she had collected yesterday and eats it. It was still raining, so she takes out a school book that Dan Two Elk gave her and studies it.
“What are you studying my child?” Wolf steps out of the shadows just to the right of Amy.
Amy jumps when she hears Wolf's voice in her head.
“A math book Dan brought me to study. He said I should spend a few hours each day reading either this book or the English book.” Amy turns to face Wolf.
Wolf walks over and looks at the book and then at Amy.
“Do you understand what you are reading?” He already knew the answer to the question because he knew how smart she was.
“Yes sir. It seems to be pretty easy to follow along.” Amy looks at Wolf. She was still amazed at his blue eyes, which her match.
“Wolf are you angry with what those men in the lab coats did to you?” Amy felt angry about what they did to her and didn’t know if Wolf felt the same way.
“Yes, they should have never messed with something they didn’t understand. They were trying to play god and got burned for doing it. There are some things that men aren’t supposed to know. I’m also sorry that you got dragged into this mess. They should have never kidnapped you and used you for this experiment of theirs.” Wolf had killed each one of the men that had captured and tortured him.
“Why did those men choose me? Why was I their choice?” Amy had been wondering why they had picked her for their test.
“Because one of your father’s friends wanted revenge for a promotion your father had gotten over him. He figured that hurting you was a good way to get even with your father. Plus, if you had survived they planned on using your blood to produce other humans like you to use in wars and such.” Wolf knew what the government had planned for Amy. He had interrogated one of the men that had experimented on her.
“So, are they all dead then?” Amy felt cheated. She wanted revenge on the people responsible for what happened to her.
“Yes and no. The ones that experimented on you are dead, but the ones that permitted it to be done aren’t dead. Those are the ones you can go after my child.” Wolf knew where they were and who they were. He was going to prepare Amy to exact her revenge on them. The balance of justice needed to be kept even.
Amy closes the math book and put her arms around Wolf’s neck. She buries her face against the dark fur covering his neck. She wanted revenge for what was done to her.
“Wolf, what happened to my parents? Do they know I am dead?” Amy leans back and looks into Wolf’s eyes. She could do it because she was no threat to him. She was his child.
“Any one that is related to you or know you, think you are dead along with your parents. The police found a badly burned body that matched your description in the ruins of the lab. They had a closed casket funeral for you last week, thinking that the body the police found was yours. Unfortunately, it was a poor runaway that they kidnapped off the street and experimented on. The poor girl burst right into flames as soon as my blood entered her system. Even if they saw you now, they wouldn’t recognize you anymore. My blood has changed you into what you are now.” Wolf didn’t mind Amy looking into his eyes. She could be considered an Alpha among the Werewolf packs that roam the area around here. He knew that there were at least two packs within forty miles of here.
Tears slide down Amy’s cheeks as she cries about her situation. She was hoping to go back to her family, but unfortunately, she now knew she could never go back. Amy had realized how much she had changed when she investigated the pool and saw a different face looking back at her. Everything about her had changed, except her height and stature. She still looked like a little girl. She could easily blend in with a crowd of young Native American girls or even Hispanic girls. Amy continues to cry for a while. She could feel Wolf’s spirit wrap around her letting her know he cared about her feelings.
Wolf just looks at his pup and couldn’t help but feel sorry for someone so young. Still, she needed to get used to her new life.
“How are you doing on you’re learning?” Wolf had been kept up to date by Dan Two Elk.
Amy wipes her tears away as she looks at Wolf “Dan told me I’ve been doing fine in my learning. He said my archery needs a little more work, but everything else is okay.”
“Have you been practicing my pup?” Wolf keeps his eyes on Amy.
“Yes sir. I practice all day yesterday afternoon after I preserved the hogs I capture.” Amy’s wrist still hurt where the bowstring rubbed against her wrist.
“I see.” Wolf had noticed the three hogs his pup had hanging and were being smoked.
“I did them the way Dan showed me. I gave chunks of the meat to my friends and cut the rest for me and left the other two for Dan when he comes back to take to his tribe.” Amy was proud of her handy work.
“I think his tribe will enjoy the gifts you are sending them.” Wolf nudges her.
“You are not alone my pup. I know you have lost a lot and I know you feel alone, but you have me and Dan Two Elk to protect and look after you. I promise within the next four months, you’ll be allowed to leave here and visit places with Dan Two Elks. However, for now, you need to stay here till you learn more about yourself. Your other gifts will be surfacing soon, and you’ll need to learn how to control them.” Wolf gives Amy a lick on her cheek.
“I understand, dad. You don’t mind me calling you dad, do you?” Amy figures that Wolf was her new father now.
“I don’t mind pup but be careful when you do. Others might try to use you against me.” Wolf knew that were all sorts of nasty out in the world that would hurt her to get to him.
“I promise.” Amy knew she needed to be careful.
Amy rests against Wolf’s body and slowly falls asleep listening to his heartbeat. Once Wolf is sure Amy had fallen asleep. He levitates her body over towards her sleeping bag and lay her down carefully. He knew Dan would be by tomorrow to check on her. The other strange wolves in this area have picked up on her scent. He needed for her to continue her training in peace before she was ready to meet the local pack. Wolf walks out of the oasis and disappears into the spirit world.
The rain continued to fall through the roof opening into the pool below. The Golden Eagles that normally watched over Amy were busy with the chunks of meat she gave them. The pool never rose to flood the oasis at all. The extra water disappeared through the underground river under the pool. Night falls as the rain slowly tampers off to just sprinkles. Amy stirs some from nightmares of what was done to her. After a few minutes, she calms down and falls back asleep.
Amy couldn’t believe that Dan dropped her out in the middle of nowhere with only a knife, an empty waterskin, and a compass. He has been training her these past few weeks on how to read the land and the weather. He also taught her how to find food and water out in the desert. He also taught her how to use a compass and showed her how to get back to the cave that Wolf brought her to.
When she went to bed last night, she hadn’t realized that Dan had spiked her food with a sleeping potion strong enough to keep her out. When she woke up, she found herself out in the middle of a desert. There was a note pinned to her clothes that said “Find your way home.”
She looks around like she was taught and finds the tracks Dan tried to cover up. He was good, but all her senses had been enhanced when she became Wolf’s daughter. She follows the tracks, but gets her bearings and in which direction they were heading first.
She follows the tracks and moves quietly. She knew this was a test to make sure she could survive on her own without her father’s help or
Dan’s help. First, she needed to find some water. Because if she knew Dan, he has dropped her a long way, away from her cave.
She manages to find a source of water among a bunch of rocks. She had followed a washout trail and came to a bunch of rocks. She dug down into the ground and water started to fill the hole. She fills her waterskin with the water. When her waterskin was filled, she takes a few sips herself.
Amy moves on after taking a sip of water. She starts following the tracks she found and kept onward. The sun was getting high in the clear sky.
Every so often, she would check the direction she was heading to make sure she was still on track. She was sweating and feeling the heat. The last time she experienced this, is when she was left out to die among a bunch of corpses.
She doesn’t know, how long she has walked, but when the sun starts going down. She stops for the night and builds a small fire. She caught a rattlesnake and ate that for dinner. She lays down on the ground, after placing some alarms to alert her if someone comes near her.
While she is asleep, her spirit leaves her body and appears on a cloudy landscape that resembles the place she is at. As she looks around, she notices that she isn’t alone. There are others with her as she stands looking at them.
An old Native American warrior approaches her. He is wearing old-style warrior attire.
“Come little sister. It is time for your training to begin.”
Throughout the night, Amy learns how to fight from the warrior. She feels every mistake as if she was awake. The warrior teaches her the way how they use to fight. If she makes a mistake while learning. Her physical body feels it.
When morning comes, Amy feels everything she experienced last night. Her body hurts as she gets up off the ground and she couldn’t believe how sore she felt. She dusts herself off, as she takes a sip of the water from her waterskin.
She leaves the area where she camped last night as she found it. She had a feeling that today was going to be rougher than yesterday. She starts walking after finding the tracks from Dan’s truck.
Throughout the day she wishes some clouds would block the sun. It was so clear and there was no shade at all.
When she stops for the night. She was too tired to look for anything to eat. So, she just ate a barrel cactus that she knew she could eat. When she laid down for the night, she was again whisked off to train with another warrior during the night.
For the next few weeks this goes on every night she stops to rest. By the time she arrives back in her cave. She was so mentally tired, sore, and exhausted from walking home. She drags herself into her cave and strips out of the clothes she had been wearing for the two weeks it took her to get home.
She steps into the pool of water she uses for cleaning and just relaxes. The water was warm from the sun shining down and warming it. She just closes her eyes and rests. She was hungry, but she wanted to clean up first before she decided to eat anything.
While Amy is soaking, Dan comes walking into her cave. A smile was plastered on his face as he spots Amy soaking.
“I was expecting you last night.” He sets down the basket of food his wife made for Amy.
“I would have been, but I ate the wrong cactus and got diarrhea from it.” Amy couldn’t believe she ate the wrong cactus. She thought she got the right one, but it turned out it was the wrong one.
“That will do it all the time.” A playful smile appears on Dan’s face.
“So, what is in the basket?” Amy could smell the aroma of freshly cooked chicken in the basket.
“My wife thought you might like some fried chicken, homemade potato salad, baked beans, and string beans after living off the land.”
“She was right.” Amy steps out of the pool of water and slips on a deerskin dress. She woke up one morning and found it and a pair of moccasins. There was a belt made of silver and turquoise as well.
She seats down and opens the basket. She inhales the aroma of the chicken and her mouth starts to water. After weeks of drinking groundwater and eating either snakes or cactus. She couldn’t wait to eat the chicken and the sides.
Dan could see how hungry Amy was and how she was eyeing the food “go ahead and dig in.”
“Thank you, Dan.” Amy takes out a chicken breast and bites into it.
A low moan escapes from her mouth as the spices tickle her tongue. She loved how well the chicken was spiced, after eating snakes and cactus. She finishes the chicken breast and picks another piece to eat.
Dan watches with a smirk on his face. This wasn’t the first time someone he trained had acted like this after coming back. He makes himself comfortable and watches Amy as she ate. He pulls out his pipe and lights it.
After a while, Amy finishes all the food Dan brought her and lets out a loud burp. Her cheeks turn red from embarrassment “sorry.”
“It’s okay. So, did you experience anything while you were finding your way back to here?” Dan takes a puff from his pipe.
“Yes, when I fell asleep, my spirit left my body and went to a different plane of existence where I was trained by ancient warriors from the past. How is that possible?” Amy was confused about that.
“Since you are the daughter of the Wolf. He has summoned the spirits of our greatest warriors to train you. The plane of existence you went to, is called the astral plane. It can look like anything you want it to look like. Your father wants you to be able to handle yourself.”
“So, dad summoned the spirits of dead warriors to train me?” Amy couldn’t believe what dan was telling her.
“Yes, those warriors were some of the best warriors from our past.”
“How long will I keep being trained by them?” Amy was curious about that.
“That’s up to your father and the spirits. Were you trained by the same warrior each time?”
“No, I meet three different warriors and they taught me different things,” Amy remembered the three different warriors she was trained by.
“Do you remember what they taught you?” Dan was curious as he takes a puff from his pipe.
“I can’t forget it. I felt it the next morning.” Amy was still feeling everything from her last lesson.
“That’s because whatever happens on the astral plane, also happens to your body. You’re still connected to your physical form.” Dan has only experienced the astral plane a few times.
“Okay, that explains why I feel everything from my training. Why didn’t you or dad explain this to me?” Amy wanted to know.
“Because explaining it to you and experiencing it yourself are two different things. I could explain everything to you, but you would never know what it felt like to experience it. There are going to be things I and your father won’t tell you or explain to you. We want you to experience firsthand how it feels.”
“Hasn’t enough already been done to me?” Amy was getting tired of being used.
“Yes, I’m sorry you have had to go through what you did, Amy. But you need to be prepared for what you will be doing once you leave here.” Dan could understand how Amy felt.
Amy goes about cleaning up everything. She leaves the bones from the chicken for the birds that come by to watch over her. She packs everything up and puts it all back into the basket.
Dan watches as Amy packs everything up. He puts his pipe out and stands up “you must be tired from your ordeal. Take tomorrow to recover. I’ll resume your training, afterward.”
“Thanks, Dan.” Amy hands the basket to Dan. She looks at him “tell your wife, thank you as well.”
“I will, you get some rest.”
“I will.” Amy watches as Dan leaves her cave.
Once he leaves. She walks over to where she normally sleeps and lays down. She hopes she doesn’t have training again as she closes her eyes.
Amy wakes up feeling tired and sore. Last night she had more training and her teachers wasn’t easy on her. She slides into the water, after taking her deerskin dress off. She didn’t wear any undergarments.
She soaks for a while and notices the chicken bones she set out were gone. She wonders what she is going to do today? She had the whole day to herself. After she was done bathing. She checks out and gets dressed. Instead of her dress, she puts on a pair of pants and a western button-down shirt.
The shirt was a little big on her, but the pants hugged her hips and made her waist look smaller.
She puts on a pair of moccasin ankle boots dan brought for her.
The ankle boots were a little tight, but she’ll break them in. She doesn’t have any makeup, but she didn’t need to wear any. She takes her knife and a compass with her. She didn’t need to take her compass with her, but she wanted to make sure she had it.
Amy leaves her cave with her waterskin and goes out to look around. She hasn’t explored the area near her hidden cave. Sure, she has hunted the area but never explored it.
Amy goes out and just looks around. She knew her cave was special. She learned from her father that he asked her mother to make the cave just for her.
Amy travels away from the area around her cave. She hasn’t been through the area before. As she is exploring, she spots a few caves. She walks into the first cave and it looked like someone had dug in the cave. She explores as deep as she could, before having to turn around and head back out.
The second cave looked like the first one. Someone had dug in this cave as well. She explores her way back inside the cave and finds small nuggets of gold laying on the ground. She picks it up and looks at it. A smile appears on her face, as she realizes that it was a gold nugget.
She pockets the few nuggets she found. She turns around and heads back towards the entrance. As soon as she walks into the third cave, she spots a skeleton a little into the cave. She walks over and looks at the skeleton. She could tell he was a cowboy by the clothes that were still on him. Laying near him was a Winchester rifle. Around his waist, was a gun belt with two handguns still in them.
Amy takes the rifle and gun belt. He had a small bag with coins in it as well.
“I hope you don’t mind me using your weapons and taking your money.” Amy walks out of the cave and looks around.
Amy felt like doing some more exploring while taking the weapons she just acquired with her. She got a feeling that she was going to need them. She climbs up a set of rocks and reaches the top without any problems. She looks around and loved the view surrounding her.
“Nice view, isn’t it?” Wolf appears behind his daughter.
“It is, dad.” Amy turns around to look at her father. She still misses her birth father, but she didn’t look like anything from her former life.
“I see you found the weapons I wanted you to find.” Wolf knew the cowboy that died in the cave.
“Why did you want me to find these weapons?” Amy looks at her father.
“Because that cowboy, died protecting an Apache woman and her child. You’re not my first child.” Wolf remembers the woman like it was yesterday.
“What happened to them?” Amy was curious.
“The US government killed them, while all the braves were out defending the tribe.” A tear slides down Wolf’s face as the memory of what the
white man had done haunts him.
“I’m sorry, father.” Amy hugs her adopted father.
Wolf wraps his arms around Amy and just holds her. He could feel she was being sincere. He just stands there holding her.
“How are you holding up, my little wolf. But you still have a lot ahead of you to do.”
“What must I do, father?” Amy looks up at Wolf’s face.
“You must make those who gave the authority to conduct their experiment on you. They must learn that life isn’t for them to play with or for them to change. The souls of their victims call out for justice and you are their weapon, my daughter.” Wolf knew Amy will get her revenge on those that were killed and for herself. He has seen it written in the clouds.
“I’m not only getting justice for what they did to me and others but for what has been done to our people, father.” Amy feels that a wrong must be righted.
“The time for that has passed, my daughter. All you can do now is bring justice to the ones that died.” Wolf knew nothing could make up for the wrongs that have been done to his people. The time for that has already come and gone.
“Now, let me show you how to change into your wolf form.” Wolf puts the knowledge of what she needs to know in her head.
Amy feels a soft touch on her forehead and then the spirit of a wolf merging with her spirit. The two of them become one as she feels her body changing. She drops onto all fours as her clothes disappear and fur starts to cover her body. Her arms and legs stretch twist and change. Her hands turn into paws and a tail sprouts out from right above her anal opening. Her chest flattens and forms the underbody of a wolf's chest. Her eyes change into that of a wolf, as her ears elongate and change into a wolf. By the time the change is complete, she feels tired and sore.
Wolf watches his daughter turns into a red cinnamon color wolf. She had patches of white on her chest and belly.
“You look so lovely, my little wolf.” Wolf strokes Amy’s fur.
“Thank you, father.” She manages to stand up off the ground.
“Come, let's see how agile your wolf form is.” Wolf changes into a pitch-black wolf, that was a little taller and bigger than Amy.
“Father, what the weapons?” Amy looks over towards the weapons she got.
“Leave them. They aren’t going anywhere.” He concentrates and makes them disappear.
She follows her father as he shows her how to hunt and scout as a wolf. She was enjoying the thrill she was getting from being a wolf. It took her a few minutes to learn how to run on all fours, but once she did. It was fun and thrilling. Whatever wolf went, she went.
He showed her how to use the shadows as her cover and how she should strike when she went after another animal. They ran into a few coyotes, but they didn’t attack her or the wolf. They just ran away from them.
“Will that always happen, father?” Amy looks at her father.
“Yes, they sense you are not natural and feel your spiritual energies. While in this form, you have the capability of doing all sorts of things. Here, follow me.” Wolf jumps into a shadow and disappears.
Amy does the same thing and looks around her. She was somewhere there wasn’t any light, she could see a small opening of light.
“What is this place, father?” As she follows behind him to one of the small spots of lights.
“Nowhere and everywhere. If you need to get somewhere far away and don’t want to travel on foot or by vehicle. You can come here and find the
right speck of light and jump through.” Wolf jumps through the one he was looking for.
Amy jumps through the same speck of light and looks around. They were standing in a beautiful meadow and were surrounded by trees.
“Where are we, father?” Amy walks around sniffing. She was picking up all sorts of scents and such.
“We are on the Eastern seaboard in what the white man calls the rocky mountains.” He leads Amy over to a stream that was being fed by a waterfall.
He takes a sip of it first to make sure it was safe for his daughter. Once he was sure it was safe, he looks at Amy “drink.”
Amy walks over and takes a few licks from the water. It tasted fresh and cold. She tries not to fill up too much on the water.
“Come, let me show you a few more portals.” Wolf jumps back into the shadow they came through.
Amy follows her father, as he takes her through another portal. This time it was up in Canada. Amy felt the cold even with her fur.
“Can anyone use these portals?” Amy looks at her father.
“No. These portals are just for use by certain people and us.” Wolf jumps back through and takes Amy somewhere else.
Amy follows her father as he shows her different places where the portals come out. Some of them were in strange places and others were in buildings. In one building, they set off the security system. The alarms were loud to Amy’s wolf hearing and were glad when they jumped back through the portal.
Wolf takes Amy to one place that had a nice yard. He stops and looks around because he smelled the scent of an unusual cat.
“I hope you aren’t here to hurt my charge, Wolf.” Kadyn felt a disturbance in her backyard and went to investigate.
Angela was inside the house playing card games with her friends. Her cards were braille so she could feel them.
“I don’t mean you or yours any harm, Kadyn.” Wolf knew Kadyn was a legendary fire cat from the ancient temples of Bast. She protected a young blind girl that had gifts.
“Who is she, father?” Amy looks at her and had never seen a cat like her before.
Her fur looked to be almost like her own, but redder, She was also, bigger than your average cat. She could sense that whatever she was, held a lot of power.
“Kadyn is what you call a fire cat. They serve the goddess Bast and protect humans they have bonded with. In this case, Kadyn has bonded with a young blind teenage girl that has a powerful gift.”
“Who is the pup, Wolf?” Kadyn looks toward Amy and notices, that she wasn’t a Werewolf or shapeshifter. She had Wolf’s aura all over her.
“She’s my daughter, Kadyn.” Wolf hated graveling to Kadyn, but if there was one cat he feared, it was her kind. They got their power directly from their goddess.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Amy, daughter of Wolf. You are welcome here any time you would like to talk, but please be nice to my charge when you visit.”
“Thank you, Kadyn. I will remember that.” Amy was starting to like Kadyn.
“Come child.” Wolf turns to leave.
“It’s been nice meeting you, Kadyn.” Amy follows her father.
Kadyn watches as both wolves disappear into the shadows. She wonders if Wolf’s child will visit her on her own. A smile appears on her cat's face.
Wolf reappears back on the rock where they started. He knew Amy was directly behind her.
“Why is Kadyn the guardian of a human child?” Amy was curious why an Egyptian goddess/servant protects a human.
“She does as her goddess commands her. As for why, that is a question I do not ask. There are several supernatural offspring's on this planet. I’m just concerned with my people.”
“Oh, I didn’t think that other cultures had god/dess that mingle with us.” Amy never learned anything about this in school.
“There is a lot in this world you will be learning.” Wolf assumes his human form.
Amy follows her father’s example and assumes her human form. She noticed the clothes she had oned before her shift, were the same ones she was wearing.
“I think I can get used to this.” Amy liked how her clothes reappeared.
A smile appears on Wolf’s face. He says a few words in Apache and the weapons Amy found, reappear. He picks them up and hands them to her
“take these with you and ask Dan to teach you how to clean them and use them.”
Amy accepts them and looks at her father “I thought I would be learning how to use traditional Native American weapons as well.”
“You will, but first these need to be cleaned. Afterward, you’ll learn both.” Wolf places a kiss on Amy’s forehead.
Amy felt all special and gooey inside when her father kissed her forehead.
“Now go home sweetie and rest. The next few days and nights are going to be busy.”
“Yes, father.” Amy turns and starts walking back to her cave.
Amy examines the weapons she found and wonders how long they have been inside the cave. She sniff’s the air and picks up Dan’s scent as he comes into her cave.
“Hi, Dan.” Amy smiles at him as he enters the main area of her cave.
“Hey, Amy. What do you have there?” Dan walks over to where Amy was sitting.
“Dad wanted me to have these weapons, but they look like they need some work.” Amy watches Dan as he sits down where she is and looks over the weapon.
Dan lets out a whistle as he looks at the old weapons. He carefully picks them up and makes sure they were empty. He couldn’t believe he was holding an 1860s Army Peacemaker. He knew they were .44 caliber. He examines the 1866 .44 caliber Winchester rifle. It had some markings on it, but it was going to need to be clean and checked out.
“You know Amy, there are some gun collectors that would love to buy these guns off you.” Dan looks at Amy.
“I can’t sell them. They belonged to a cowboy who saved one of dad’s daughters and grandchild.” Amy runs her fingertips along the barrels of the handgun and rifle.
“Well, I know a gunsmith that can be trusted. He’ll take real good care of these guns and make sure they can still be used.”
“Can he do something with these?” Amy puts the gun holsters on top of the weapons.
“No, but I know a leather expert and I’ll have him look them over and fix anything wrong and have him also make you a newer version of them as
well.” Dan knew Claire makes some of the best leather gear. She learned the trade from her grandfather.
“Thanks, Dan.”
“You’re welcome, Amy. Now, this is the plan for the next few weeks. We are camping, but this trip will be a training session for you.” Dan figured Amy needs to learn how to survive in the woods.
“Does dad know about this?” Amy wanted to make sure her father was okay with this.
“Yes, so I want you to pack up some clothes for two weeks. Don’t worry about your cave. It will be taken care of for you.”
“Okay.” Amy goes about packing up a few pants, her custom boots, her knife, water skin, and a few other items she figures she’ll need.
By the time everything was packed into a backpack Dan had given her. She makes sure all her other stuff was safe. She leaves some food out for the birds that watch over her. She turns and looks at Dan “I’m ready.”
“Okay, let’s go.” Dan leads Amy out of the cave and towards his truck.
“Dan, won’t people recognize me?” Amy puts her backpack in the back of Dan’s truck.
“No, you look more Native American now. No one will recognize you at all.” Dan carries the weapons out along with the holsters as well.
He carefully loads them in the back of his truck and wraps them up. He puts Amy’s backpack on top of them.
“Let’s go and drop your weapons off first. Afterward, we’ll start our trip.”
“Won’t your wife miss you?” Amy looks at Dan before she gets into the truck.
“She already knows about us, going camping.” Dan gets in on the driver's side of the truck.
Amy gets in and fastens the seat belt. She was feeling excited and couldn’t wait to see where they were going.
“How long will it take us to get to our campsite?” Amy looks toward Dan as he starts the truck up.
“Oh, about eight hours or so.” Dan starts the truck up and heads towards his gunsmith friend's place first.
Amy watches as Dan drives them to the gunsmith. When they arrive at the gunsmith shop. She watches Dan collect the guns from the back of the truck and take them inside the building.
She sits there in the truck and watches everything going on around her.
This is the first time since she was kidnapped and experimented on that she has been away from her cave. She hopes her father doesn’t mind her going somewhere else. She looks at the old watch Dan gave her. So, far he has been inside the shop for ten minutes.
After twenty minutes, Dan comes walking out and gets into the truck. He turns and looks at Amy “my friend said, the guns will be ready by the time we get back from our camping trip. He’s going to contact the young lady I know that does leather work and she’ll work come by and work on your holsters.”
“Cool, so where are we heading off to?” Amy was curious.
“Ozark National Forest, Arkansas.” Dan puts the truck into gear and starts driving.
“Okay. I have no idea where that is, but this should be fun.” Amy was curious.
“You’ll say that now.” A smirk appears on Dan’s face.
“I don’t care if this is more training.” Amy was looking forward to spending time somewhere else for a while.
“Good, because you will have a lot of fun.” Dan had the whole two weeks planned out for them.
After four hours, Dan stops at a restaurant on route to get some lunch. The place wasn’t very big and looked to be owned by a family.
“This should be good.” Amy was glad she didn’t have to go out and hunt her food down.
“I’ve been here before. I think you’ll like it.” Dan holds the front door open for Amy.
“Thank you, kind sir.” Amy walks inside the restaurant
She noticed how busy the place was. Also, the aroma drifting around in the air smelled so good. Her enhanced senses were allowing her to hear, smell, and see everything going on around her.
“Hi, my name is Diani. How many are in your party?” Diani looks at the older Native American gentleman and the young girl standing near him.
“It’s just the two of us, Diani.” Dan smiles at the middle-aged woman.
“Alright, if you’ll follow me. I’ll show you to a table.” Diani grabs two menus and escorts Dan and Amy over to a table near the front windows.
“Here we go.” As Diani places the menus on the table.
“Your server will be with you in a minute.” Diani smiles at Dan and Amy.
“Thank you, Diani.” Dan sits down at the table and starts reading the menu.
Amy sits down and looks at the menu as well. She already knew she wanted a Pepsi to drink. She looks at Dan “what are you going to get to drink?”
“Coffee.” Dan only drank coffee, ice tea, or water. He wasn’t a soda person.
A young woman shows up at their table after a few minutes. Her hair was cut short and it was black. She looked to be in her late twenties, or early thirties. She places their drinks on the table in front of them.
Afterward, she looks at Dan first “what would you like to order, sir?”
“I’ll have your patty melt with home fries.”
The woman writes the order down “and you, ma’am?” as she looks at Amy.
“I’ll try your meatloaf with Brussel sprouts and macaroni and cheese.” Amy hands her men to the young woman.
The young woman accepts the menu. She smiles at them as she walks off to have their meals prepared. Amy watches as she walks off towards the kitchen.
Amy yawns and stretches as she looks around their campsite. The homemade tent Dan taught her to make yesterday was behind her. Dan told her that they were going to survive off the land, which meant she would have to hunt for her food, and find water. He brought some waterskins he had collected over the years with them.
Amy goes looking for something to make breakfast. She finds several plants that she knew she was safe to eat. Dan had taught her which plants she could eat yesterday when they went out looking for dinner. She gathers up enough plants and some wild berries she found that was safe to eat as well. She heads back to camp and smelled the aroma of bacon and eggs.
When she notices Dan cooking them over a fire he made. She just stands there looking at him with disbelief on her face.
“I thought you said we are living off the land?” Amy couldn’t believe that Dan was holding out on her.
“I said you are going to learn how to live off the land. This is a survival training trip for you.” A Cheshire smile appears on his face.
“Fine, I spent most of the morning finding us breakfast for nothing.” Amy walks over with her bounty.
“It’s not for nothing, Amy. Let’s see what you have.” Dan wanted to see what Amy gathered.
He goes through the plants, nuts, berries and some bird eggs Amy managed to find. He was impressed that she managed to find a lot of different safe foods for the two for them to eat. He looks at her “you did good, kiddo.”
“Thanks.” Amy was proud that she did well.
“Don’t let it go to waste.” Dan smiles at Amy.
“Yes sir.” Amy sits down and starts eating the food she found.
After breakfast, Dan shows Amy how to track in the forest. Also, how to tell where she is and what time it is. He also shows her what plants and fungi can be used for medical use. For the next few days, Dan and Amy train and track animals in the woods.
Dan also teaches Amy how to fish as well. Everything from catching the fish with her hands to making a makeshift fishing pole with stone weights and different types of bait. Dan makes her fish for dinner that night.
After dinner that night, Dan teaches her about the constellations and how to spot them up in the sky. Amy was loving the lessons. She also liked the fact that she was outside and surrounded by so much green and trees. The only environment she has known was the desert.
She does some night hunting and learns how to be quiet as she moved. Thanks to her eyes and sense of smell. She doesn’t have a hard time at night, as a normal person would. Part of the change she went through was when Wolf’s blood was introduced into her body.
Amy and Dan do some hiking. Amy loves it and could keep going, but poor Dan has to stop a few times.
“What’s wrong old man, can’t keep up?” Amy looks at Dan with a playful look on her face.
“If I had some of your father’s blood running through my veins, I could.” Dan knew keeping up with someone as young as Amy was going to be tough. Not only was she young and in her teens, but she also had the blood of Wolf himself running through her veins. Which made her
supernatural.
“Dan, how long have you known my father?” Amy was curious about their relationship.
“Since I was a child. He would move among the people on the reservation to see how his children were doing. There’s a tradition that every young person takes to discover who or what their spirit animal would be.”
“And that’s how you met dad?” Amy has heard about the tradition of how you go about finding your spirit animal and guide.
“Yes. He turned out to be my spirit animal.” Dan remembered the day he met Wolf.
“That must have been weird.” Amy could imagine how that must have been.
“You have no idea. I was lost in the woods and I knew a pack of wolves was out hunting. We had been having problems with a pack that was
coming after our livestock. I was stalking them and injured myself. I would have died if Wolf hadn’t shown up when he did. He protected me from the pack of wolves. Since then, I have always trained or taught whoever he brought to me.”
“Have they been like me?” Amy was curious.
“My dear, there isn’t anyone like you. You are the first of your kind in a very long time.” Dan knew that to be true.
“Oh, I didn’t know that.” Amy was surprised to hear that.
For the rest of the evening, Dan leaves the campsite and goes into the woods. He was setting up some traps and obstacles for Amy. He was going to test her.
When he comes back, Dan looks at Amy “I have left a water skin filled with your favorite drink in a clearing. I want you to go and retrieve it.”
Amy gives him a suspicious look “what’s the catch?”
“You’ll find out. Now go and retrieve it.” Dan tosses Amy a knife.
Amy catches the knife. She puts in a spare sheath she has and heads into the woods. After a few minutes of walking, she almost trips the first trap set for her. She disarms it and moves on. Now she knew why Dan wanted her to retrieve the waterskin.
In the second and third traps, she disarms but gets whacked by the fourth trap. Dan knew she would find the second and third one, but when she disarmed the third trap. It set the fourth trap and when she proceeds forward and sets it off.
A branch swings out and hit her hard across her chest. It was only strong enough to knock the wind out of her, but it hurt like hell. She moved more carefully, making sure there weren’t any traps in her path. By the time she got to the waterskin, she set the last trap off. However, she managed not to get tripped up by the trap.
By the time she gets back to camp she looks at Dan “you are not playing fair.”
An evil smile appears on Dan’s face “sweetheart, life isn’t fair and people you might encounter won’t be nice to you either. So, I’m preparing you for what you are going to encounter.”
Dan knew he was going to have to be hard on Amy. He was going to prepare her for what she will have to face after Wolf and he feel she is ready.
“Come on, let’s go and get dinner for tonight.” Dan grabs a bow and several arrows he made.
Amy puts the waterskin down and follows Dan into the woods. They find deer tracks and follow them. Dan hands the bow and arrow to Amy
“alright kiddo, let's see what you got.”
Amy aims and pulls the arrow back. She waits and after a few seconds, she releases the arrow. It flies straight and true, as it hits its target. The arrow buries itself into the deer.
Dan and Amy move swiftly towards it and slit its throat. Dan shows Amy how to skin and remove the internal organs of the deer. He does make her take a bite out of the deer’s heart. He also thanks the deer for sacrificing itself so they may feed.
Dan’s Ranch:
Amy yawns and stretches as she looks around the bedroom, she wakes up in. There was a slight chill in the air as she gets out of bed. She slips her feet into the slippers Dan’s wife had given her. She doesn’t know how Dan’s wife knew what size she wore, but she was thankful for them.
She walks over to the dresser with a huge mirror attached to it and brushes out her long black hair. Her hair has gotten longer and fuller since her return from the wilderness training Dan put her through.
She brushes it out and afterward, put it into a high ponytail. She slips the flannel nightshirt she was wearing off and put on the new bra, Dan’s wife took her to get. She noticed that her body was starting to change and her breasts were starting to fill out. At first, she hadn’t noticed the development. However, one day when she was reaching for an item she dropped. Her chest started hurting. Later on in the day, she felt the pain again, but more intense when she got smacked across her chest. The pain had caused her to drop to her knees.
It was after Dan’s wife examined her, that she was informed about her breasts filling in. Dan’s wife took her shopping and bought her several training bras to start wearing. She quickly gets dressed and heads outside to feed the horses. She could see her breath when she let a breath out and was thankful for the fleece-lined jacket Dan gave her.
Amy walks up to Swift Wind and rubs his nose. He was a dark chestnut brown color and several hands tall. She felt so small near him. “How are you doing, boy?” As Amy continues to pet him.
Dan had said that Swift Wind was her horse now. He had been amazed at how Swift Wind responded to her touch and commands.
When Dan got him, no one could get near him. When they tried to break him. He put them in the hospital. It wasn’t until Dan introduced Amy to Swift Wind, that the horse calmed down and acted like a puppy around her. When she wasn’t around, no one could approach him, but when she came back. He let them.
“We’ll go for a ride later boy.” Amy gives the big horse a hug, before moving on to feed the other horses.
Amy feeds the other horses and lets them out into the field to exercise. She feeds the cattle and buffalos Dan was raising. After completing her morning chores, Amy heads back into the house. She takes her boots off in the mud room and slips her slippers back on.
The weather had gotten cooler and colder lately. Dan said that he was going to train her for weather survival and tracking. But also, he and his wife was going to teach her how she was supposed to act around other people. She also was going to learn how to read their body language as well. That way when she goes after the people who were responsible for the death of her parents and for the experiment performed on her. She would be able to tell if they were lying or not.
Dan’s wife, also informed her that it would do her some good on how to interact with other people. She was at the age where girls learned certain skills from being around other girls their age and socializing with boys. She really didn’t care about socializing with others right now, but her father said it was important that she learns how.
The skills she learns will allow her to blend in with a crowd and make it harder for her prey to locate her. Those same skills would allow her to get close to her prey and surprise them. She knew her father was right, so she promised to do her best.
When Amy walks into the kitchen, she notices Rebecca fixing breakfast for everyone. She walks over to the refrigerator and grabs the pitcher of milk and pours herself a glass.
“Is everyone taken care of?” Rebecca looks at Amy.
“Yes, ma’am. Everyone is fed and let out into the field.”
“Good, how about you help me with breakfast, and afterward, you can help me make a few delivers.”
“Okay.” Amy didn’t mind helping out Dan’s sister-in-law. Rebecca was a nice person and tried to help out some of the seniors on the reservation.
Amy gets to work making pancakes and flatbread. She loved Rebecca’s recipe for flatbread. It took her several tries to get the recipe right, but once she did. They came out, perfect each time she made them.
She makes enough for the eight people living in the old farmhouse to have three flatbreads apiece. She knew the guys loved to load theirs up
with scrambled eggs and bacon. She also makes a pot of coffee as well. She was good at making coffee, after hanging out with Dan so much.
“Guys, breakfast is ready.” Amy had gone to yell upstairs to everyone.
“Already, sweet pea.” Samuel had come out of his bedroom and looked down at Amy.
He was an older gentleman, but younger than Dan. He was Dan’s second cousin and was very kind.
“Okay, thanks, Samuel.”
“No problem, sweet per.” Samuel had been informed by Dan about who Amy was and why she was here on the ranch.
Amy walks towards Dan’s home office and knocks before going in. Dan told her she should knock before entering his office unless it was an emergency.
“Enter!”
Dan looks up as the door to his office opens. He was going over the ranch finances to make sure they weren’t going into debt.
“Let me guess, breakfast is ready?”
“Yes, sir.” Amy smiles at Dan.
She notices he was different when he was home. His attitude and posture were more relaxed and she liked it.
“Let Rebecca know I’ll be a few minutes, please.”
“Yes, sir.” Amy turns around and heads back to the kitchen.
She passes some of the other residents living at the house. Besides Rebecca and Edith. There were six other guys in the house. Edith was Dan’s wife and wasn’t Native American at all. She was Mexican and has been married to Dan for the past thirty years.
Rebecca was Edith’s adopted sister and she was a full-blooded Native American. Edith’s parents adopted Rebecca when she was just three years old. Rebecca’s parents had passed away from cancer. Since Edith’s parents and Rebecca’s parents were so close. They adopted Rebecca just before her parents passed away at the same time.
Amy walks into the dining room and sits down between Rebecca and Edith. She looks at Rebecca “he said he’ll be a few minutes.”
“Well, he better hurry before everything is gone.” Edith knew how hungry the other guys were.
“Knowing Dan, he’ll hurry.” Amy knew Dan never missed out on food.
Dan shows up a few minutes after everyone else. Amy just listens to the men talk as she eats her breakfast. She was thinking about her outing with Rebecca.
After breakfast, Rebecca, Edith, and Amy get into Rebecca’s SUV and start visiting some of the people on the reservation. Amy couldn’t believe the condition of some of the homes they visit. It wasn’t the owner’s fault for what she was seeing, but the fact that some homes didn’t have running water or electricity.
Some of the homes were patched together with all sorts of material. Things you would find at a scrap yard or junkyard. She couldn’t believe how the people were living/surviving. She looks at Edith “how long has this been going on?”
“For a long time. The tribal council has been doing everything it can to help everyone out. The problem is, there are so many laws from the state and from the Federal government. That it is hard to get approval to help everyone out.” Rebecca wishes that she could do more to help everyone.
“People shouldn’t have to live like this.” Amy felt herself getting angry at what she was seeing.
“I agree with you, Amy. However, it has been going on for so long. People have given up on trying to change the situation and those that are still
fighting to change things, are either being held back out of date laws or regulations.” Rebecca lets out a sigh.
A low growling sound could be heard coming from Amy. Her anger was boiling over.
“Easy, Amy.” Edith lays her hand on Amy’s arm.
Amy felt her anger subsiding some. She didn’t want to kill anyone right now, but she did want to punish someone for what they were doing to her people.
“Feel better?” Edith looks at Amy, searching her eyes.
“Yes, ma’am.” Amy takes a breath and lets it out.
For the rest of the day, Amy manages to remain calm as Rebecca drove them around. Amy meets all sorts of interesting people as they make their rounds.
Amy shiver as she trudges through the snow and fights against the biting cold wind. She manages to make it to the barn to check on the horses and other animals. She walks over to her horse and rubs his nose. She feeds him pieces of sliced apples he likes so much.
“It’s cold out there, today Swift Wind.” Amy was bundled up in her fleece-lined jacket, work gloves, and the wool scarf covering her neck.
The new boots she got about a month ago and the wool soaks were keeping her feet warm. She and Dan had gone out yesterday to do some hunting and came back with several rabbits. She managed to kill them with her bow. She sent the arrow right through their necks.
Rebecca taught her how to skin them. She already knew how to from Dan, but Rebecca wanted her to relearn from her. She also taught her how to prepare them and cook them up. Rebecca made sure she knew how to cook and preserve all the foods she found.
After she spends some time with Swift Wind and the other animals. She heads back into the house, after taking her boots off and leaving them in the mud room. She liked the idea of having a mudroom to take her boots off in. That way you weren’t tracking mud or dirt throughout the house.
She walks into the den and sits down at the quilt she has been working on. Rebecca taught her how to make it and helped her come up with a design for it.
She was making it for Awe Goseyun. She didn’t have much after the fire that burned down her home. A stray ember had floated down on top of her trailer and caught the petroleum-rich tar covering the roof. As soon as the embers caught the roof on fire, it spread like wildfire. She and her children barely made it out in time. However, they lost everything in the fire. So, the residents on the reservation were helping her and her
children out. Several men had gotten together and cleared the burned trailer away and cleared the place where the trailer stood.
She had helped them and afterward, she donated several of the coins she had found to buy the new lumber and supplies it would take to build a new home for Awe’s family. She worked along with the men to get the building itself up before the snow fell. They managed to find an old fashion cast iron stove that Awe could heat the place and cook on.
They built a box to catch the snow to melt to provide water until they could install the pump. They managed to mount and secure the solar panels on the roof. So, Awe had power for lights, television, and refrigerator.
For food and clothes, the whole reservation chipped in to buy food and give clothes and some furniture to the family. Amy was making quilts for the family, to help them keep warm during the winter months. So, far she had two done but needed to make three more.
“How’s it coming, Amy?” Rebecca looks over towards Amy as she worked.
“I should be done with this one, by tonight. I’ll start on the other one in the morning.” Amy liked the fact she had quilts to make.
Dan warned her that winter on the reservation could be boring. The only way you could get around on the reservation was with four-wheelers, horses, or snowmobiles. He could ski, so he had no problems. He taught her how to ski and walk in snowshoes.
Today, it was too cold outside to do anything, so they were going to stay inside and work on whatever projects they had going on. People were making use of the cold air and snow. She would have never thought about filling a barrel full of water with an empty space in the middle of it and turning it into a deep freezer. That amazed her when she saw Charlie doing it.
He told her that he has been doing it for years. It was the best way to save what power he could generate for his home. He had taken an old engine out of a car and used it to generate power for his place.
Since gasoline and kerosene were expensive, he used natural gas to power his place. He had two huge propane tanks painted up to look like watermelons.
Some people on the reservation were heating their homes the old fashion way. They used dried-out dung to burn in their stoves or outside cover pits. Some used prairie grass they managed to grow.
Amy had learned a lot from several people on the reservation. Skills that were going to come in handy when she starts surviving on her own.
Dan taught her how to make a tepee and set it up. He told her that sometimes there wouldn’t be any caves or outcroppings that she could use for shelter. So, she might want to learn how to make a tepee to live, in a safe area.
By the time she finishes one quilt, she was yawning. She wanted to make some headway on the other quilt. She already did the basics on it. Now, she was going to fancy it up some for the person. She found out what the person liked and made a patchwork design of it.
Amy works for a few more hours before she stabs her fingertips too many times. She folds the quilt up and put everything away.
“Night, everyone.” Amy waves goodnight to some of the guys that were engross in a novel.
“Night, Amy.” Cameron watches as she leaves the den and heads toward her bedroom.
He looks towards Dan since he was staying up late. He wonders what Dan was going to train her to do next.
“So, what is next on your agenda for her?”
Dan looks up from the newspaper he was reading. He knew Cameron was just concerned for Amy “nothing until after the holidays. She could survive on her own right now in this mess without any help from me. She’s a better tracker than most seasoned hunters we know are.” Dan had been impressed by how well Amy tracked things.
“Don’t you it’s too much for a girl her age?” Cameron was concerned about Amy.
Dan had to think about that question. On one hand, he feels Amy should enjoy being a child, but on the other hand. The people who did this to her, need to pay with their lives.
“I think, Amy needs to find closure for everything done to her.” Dan felt that was the best way to explain it.
“If you say so.”
Several Months Later:
Amy watches her prey as they enjoy themselves hunting. The four men she was after were the ones responsible for trapping her father. She has already gotten revenge on the man that used to be her birth father’s friend. He had a nasty accident in his car on the way to work.
She had loosened the bleeder screws on his brake lines. So, when he stepped on the brakes, they would squirt the fluid out. She had arranged for some deer to jump out of the woods at the right moment to make him slam on the brakes.
She watched as he was unable to avoid the deer and skidded off the road, into a huge tree. When she went over to make sure he was dead. She discovered he was still living. So, she finished the job but made it look like it was caused by the accident.
She didn’t feel anything as she killed him, except he deserved what he got. He took her life away from her along with her family. She was going to get revenge or justice on everyone responsible for ruining her life.
The men she was hunting now, were the hunters who managed to trap her father. She already knew what she was going to do to them. Her father taught her a few tricks and was going to use them. She reaches into her pocket and picks out a rock and tosses it at the head of one of the trappers.
Jacob felt something hard hit him on the back of his head. He turns with his rifle at the ready. He didn’t know why a young native American girl had lured him and the others out into a heavy forest area not far from the Indian Reservation. Something about the woods seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t place his finger on it. He looks around for the girl and spotted some movement. He pulls the trigger on his AR-15 and fires at the shadow.
Craig had spotted the girl that lured him and everyone else into the woods. Just as he moved towards her, he feels something hit him in the neck. He drops to the ground bleeding out from the bullet wound.
Jacob moves over to the figure he just shot and notices it was his buddy, Craig. He had shot him right in the neck. He hears laughter coming from around him.
“You’re a dead girl!”
“I’ve already died once, mister. Now, it's yours and your friend's turn to experience death.” Amy lets go of her arrow and strike Jacob in the chest. She fires again and hit him again in the chest.
Thomas had heard Jacob’s voice and moved over to where he was. As he got closer, he saw Jacob get hit in the chest twice by arrows and watched as he dropped to the ground. He looks around for the girl but doesn’t spot her.
“Where are you bitch?” Thomas slowly moves further into the woods.
Henry spots Thomas as he moved further into the woods. He heard the gunshot from a rifle. As he moves toward Thomas, he steps into a trap. He feels sharp metal teeth snap his leg. He lets out a scream from the pain.
Thomas hears the sound of a screaming girl and fires in that direction. As he moves towards the location, he spots Henry laying on the ground with his right foot caught in a trap and a bullet going through his chest.
“You should be more careful where you shoot.” Amy throws her tomahawk at Thomas’s head.
Thomas couldn’t react fast enough and got hit right in the middle of his head. He drops to the ground with a tomahawk sticking out of his head.
Wolf steps out of the shadows and looks at Amy “you did good, my child. Now, take everything they have and leave their bodies for the woods to take care of.”
“Yes, father.” Amy goes about removing everything they have on them. She also removes the trap that she recovered from some poachers she had to kill a few weeks back.
She drags everything back to the black SUV the men had arrived in. She contacts Dan so he could come and get the vehicle. She removes her arrows and tomahawk from the people she killed with them.
Amy looks at her father “who’s next?”
“The doctor who operated on you and several others.” Wolf shows Amy how to use the shadows.
Dr. Wallace Collins Resident:
Wolf and Amy come walking out of the shadows and into a gated community. They are surrounded by high-dollar mansions and manicured lawns. Wolf leads the way toward the good doctor’s home. As they are walking, Amy looks at her father “how should I kill this doctor?”
“Give him your blood and let your blood do the work.” Wolf wanted to see how the good doctor will enjoy having his daughter’s blood in his veins.
They were in luck as they come to the home owned by the good doctor. He was at home and relaxing. He was listening to classical music and enjoying a big glass of wine. Wolf uses his abilities to let him and Amy into the mansion. Summons a huge needle and assumes a human form.
“This will only hurt for a second, sweetie.”
“I trust you, father.” As she stands till.
Wolf inserts the needle into Amy’s arm and fills the needle with her blood. He says a few words as the blood glows some. The two of them quietly walk into the room where the good doctor is relaxing. Amy knew her job was to distract the good doctor.
“Hello, Dr. Collins, how have you been?” Amy looks at the good doctor.
Dr. Collins turns around when he hears a young female voice. He looks at the young Native American girl standing before him. She was dressed in faded blues, and cowboy boots and wearing a country-style shirt.
“Who are you and how did you enter my home?”
“What, you don’t recognize me, Dr. Collins? Look carefully at me and see if I don’t spark a memory.” Amy moves closer.
Dr. Collins looks at the young girl and he recognizes her face and eyes. He remembered that she had been the last girl he had experimented on with the blood from Wolf himself.
“You can't be alive. You were dead. I examined you myself.” Dr. Collins drops the glass of wine.
“As you can see, I’m not dead, Dr. Collins. Oh, by the way, I brought someone who wanted to say thank you for giving him a daughter.” Amy saw her father standing behind Dr. Collins.
“And who is that?”
“Me!” As Wolf turns Dr. Collins around and smiles at him. There was a predatory look on his face, as he stabbed the good doctor in the chest with the needle.
He presses the plunger and injects all of Amy’s blood into the good Doctor’s heart. An evil smile appears on his face as the good doctor grips his chest and drops to his knees. The good doctor keeps screaming as he burst into flames.
Amy watches as the doctor that created her dies. She didn’t know her blood would do that.
“I didn’t know my blood would do that.” She looks towards her father.
“It wasn’t just your blood sweetie. It was a spell I placed on it. I wanted to make sure the good doctor didn’t live.” Wolf wanted the doctor to pay for what he did.
“Now, let’s go and finish this.” Wolf escorts Amy back into the shadows.
All week long there are reports of several congressmen, senators, military leaders, and several wealthy people reported as dead. Some of them died in accidents, while others just seemed to have been involved in shootings or had their throats sliced open. Two military leaders were found hanging by a rope, with their reproductive organs missing.
Dan’s Ranch:
Dan looks at Amy and could tell she has changed some from the revenge she had done. Some of her innocents were gone.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Dan knew when you killed someone, it takes a piece of you.
“It had to be done. Those people needed to pay for the crimes they committed. My father thinks it might be wise for me to travel among the different tribes and learn things from them.”
“I think that is wise. You are always welcome here and your cave will be right where it is. Don’t worry about anyone finding it. It’s in a mystical area and it will be safe.”
“Thanks, Dan. I’ll drop in every once in a while to let you know I’m still alive.” Amy hugs Dan.
Dan returns the hug as he holds Amy against his body. She was going to be missed.
“You be careful out there.”
“I will.” Amy releases Dan and walks over to her horse and mounts it.
Dan watches as Amy rides off into the sunset. He hopes one day she finds someone special. He turns and walks into the house.
Special Disclaimer:
This story is a continuation of what took place in Leave No Stone Unturned:
Navajo Nation Reservation, Arizona:
Cora examines all the artifacts she brought back from New York. The guys that helped her load the artifacts onto the truck, also helped her unload them at a warehouse that she was renting. The warehouse was located on the reservation, and she hired several guys she trusted to guard it.
So, far she has been in touch with several tribal leaders that were missing or had artifacts stolen from their lands or burial lands. She sent them pictures of the artifacts she brought back and had them identify which ones belong to them.
“Have you heard back from any more tribal leaders?” Dyani looks at Cora as she inventories the artifacts again.
“Some of them have gotten back to me and will be sending their people here to retrieve what belongs to them.” Cora turns around to look at Dyani.
She has been a big help in organizing everything back on the reservation. She found the warehouse for her and got the numbers for all the different tribal leaders.
“So, when will you be getting rid of these items?” Dyani looks at one of the artifacts and thought it looked unique.
“As soon as the tribal leaders send their representatives. I’m making sure these artifacts get back to their proper owners and aren’t resold again.” Cora didn’t want to see all the hard work she has been doing going to waste.
“That makes sense. I have a favor to ask of you.”
“What’s that?” Cora wonders what Dyani had in mind.
“The group I volunteer for needs some more people to help build houses for some of the families here on the reservation. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind volunteering for a while?” Dyani knew Cora wasn’t working on a case right now.
“Sure, since I have some free time, I don’t mind helping out.” Cora owed the people on the reservation a lot. Also, they were her family now, since the spirits gave her, her gifts.
“Cool, I’ll let Calian know. Can you meet me at Running Crow's resident tomorrow morning?” Dyani knew everyone knew where Running Crow place was.
“Sure. Now, let's go and get some lunch.” Cora locks the place up.
Cora had sold one of the SUVs she kept from one of the crooks she had encountered and bought a used Jeep Wrangler. She had it repainted to match the desert coloring of the reservation. She hops into the driver seat and drives over to Crazy Eddy’s food stand.
Crazy Eddy’s Food Stand:
As Cora approaches Crazy Eddy’s Food Stand. A smile appears on her face as she spots his face on a chicken statue he had made. Ever since she has been living on the reservation, she has been coming to his food stand. He and his wife made some of the best Native American and Mexican-style food.
She pulls into a parking space and walks up to the food stand. There was already a line as she turns her jeep off and get in line. Cora knew Dyani was standing behind her.
“I didn’t know you liked coming down to Crazy Eddy’s.” Dyani met Cora a few months ago after she busted Alec Hussle.
“Are you kidding, me? I love his different styles of flatbread. He and his wife make the best flatbread around.” Cora loved the different styles of flatbreads Eddy and his wife Rose made.
When it’s time for Dyani and Cora to place their order. Cora lets Dyani place her order first. Cora already knew what she wanted.
“That will be.” Rose was ringing Dyani’s order.
“I’m covering her order, Rose.”
“Okay, what would you like today, Cora?” Rose was taking the orders today.
“I’ll have your barbecue buffalo flatbread.” Cora loved the barbecue meat.
Rose writes the order down and places it on the order wheel. She knew it wouldn’t take long to cook.
Rose rings up Cora’s order and adds Dyani’s order to the cost. She looks at Cora “your total is $15.50.”
Cora hands a twenty-dollar bill to Rose “keep the change, Rose.”
“Thanks, Cora.” Rose puts the change in the tip jar.
Dyani and Cora walk over to a makeshift table and chairs. The table was an old cable reel with an umbrella in the middle of it. The chairs were made from old whiskey barrels.
Cora sits down in her chair and looks around “I wonder how long it took Eddy to make the furniture?”
“His brother made the outside furniture for him.” Dyani knew Eddy’s brother, Hawk could make anything out of any material.
“Oh?” Cora didn’t know that.
“Yeah, Eddy’s younger brother Hawk can build anything out of all sorts of junk. He likes going around looking for material to make items from.”
“I’m going to have to remember that.” Cora could always use Hawk’s help with something or give him material from some of her cases.
‘So, how was your trip to New York, besides finding stolen artifacts?” Dyani figures that Cora got herself into some trouble or helped on a case.
“Let’s just say, it is like walking into another country. There were so many people and a lot of them looked like they could use some sort of help. While others looked like they were doing fine.”
“Well, I did read somewhere that New York use to be the entry point of people coming to America.” Dyani had a large collection of books back at her place.
After fifteen minutes “Cora, your order is up.”
“Thanks, Rose.” Cora was getting up to get the order.
“I got it, Cora.” Dyani gets up and walks over to get their order.
She comes walking back with their order and two bottles of water. It was a little humid outside and the water was nice and cold. Dyani sets their orders on the table and sits down on her seat.
Cora looks at her barbecue on a flatbread with coleslaw. She folds the flatbread and takes a bite of it. The coleslaw was sweet, and the meat was rich. A low moan escapes from her mouth as she enjoys her lunch.
After lunch, Cora says goodbye to Dyani as she drives back to her trailer. Everyone that had been staying with her, had left or was staying somewhere else. She didn’t mind, because she was a private person. She takes her mask out of her backpack and hangs it on the wall near her desk.
She sits down and checks any emails she had. She also doubles checks the inventory list against what she had in her files. Nothing was missing and matched what she had from last time.
For the rest of the afternoon, Cora does a load of laundry and hangs them out on the clothesline. After doing laundry she walks over to George’s house to get dinner going for the two of them.
Cora wipes the sweat out of her eyes as she hammers the two x fours into the wall frame. She and some young Mexican girl by the name of Samatra were working on it. The girl only stood five feet tall and had her long black hair tied back in a ponytail. Her hair had a purple hue to it, and she had emerald, green eyes. No one knew her real name or where she came from.
Lucy Todicheene had found her at the perimeter of the reservation property wearing oversized clothes and confused. The poor girl couldn’t even remember her name or what happened to her.
“That’s one down and several more to go, Samatra.” Cora looks at the wall frame they just finished.
Samatra looks over towards Cora when she speaks “how many do we have left?”
“Several more.” Cora and Samatra were going to stay busy building wall frames.
“Then, we better get working.” Samatra starts getting the wood they needed to continue.
Cora grabs some more nails and their hammers. Some of the other workers were using nail guns to work on the house, but she and Samatra still used old fashion hammers. To build the walls and such with.
For the next few hours, Cora and Samatra build the outside walls and interior walls for the house. All the flooring was done. By early afternoon, Cora and Samatra had all the outer wall frames built and they were being put up and secured. The two of them start working on the inner walls after lunch.
Cora stops and takes a sip of cold water from her waterskin. She looks over towards Samatra as she wipes the sweat from her forehead. Cora walks over to her and hands her waterskin to Samatra “here, you must be thirsty.”
Samatra accepts the waterskin and gulps it. She is surprised by how cold and refreshing the water is inside. She looks at Cora with a puzzled look on her face “where did you get this water? It’s so pure and cold.”
“Believe it or not. That waterskin was given to me by the spirits.” Cora watches Samatra’s reaction.
“What do you mean given to you by the spirits?” Samatra was puzzled by Cora’s statement.
“It means, Cora was chosen by the spirits to be their warrior.” Charlie comes walking over to them.
Samatra looks even more confused. Lucy hadn’t told her anything about the spirits.
“The spirits are what we use to worship before the white man decided to convert us to Christianity.” Charlie wasn’t a strong believer in the spirits, or the god Christianity said existed either.
“Are they real?” Samatra looks at Cora for an answer.
“Yes, they are very real and some of their children walk among us.” Cora knew the spirits were real and she had a feeling that there are several children from the spirits walking among them.
“I doubt that you’re telling the truth, Cora.” Charlie didn’t believe in the spirits or that they had children walking among them.
Cora looks at Charlie and lets her eyes flash to red and in a voice that wasn’t hers, “it doesn’t matter if you believe or not, Charlie Moon Bush. We are here and look after our children.” Cora’s eyes go back to normal.
Samatra was startled by what just happened. She had heard stories about Cora but didn’t believe them. She looks at Charlie and noticed he looked at Cora with disbelief on his face.
A smirk appears on Cora’s face. She had felt the spirits enter her and used her body to shut Charlie up. She knew how they felt and sometimes it disappoints them when their children no longer believe in them. As it was, the old languages and legends were going extinct because there was no one around to teach them, because of the white man.
Cora knew even the young have forgotten the old ways or don’t believe in them. The children of the spirits will have been taught the old ways like she was.
“Charlie, don’t ever bad mouth the spirits in front of me. I am their vessel and what I hear and see, they hear and see.” Cora didn’t mind the spirits using her. If it wasn’t for them, she would still be lost in her head.
“I have other things to do.” Charlie walks away and heads towards another house that was going up.
“Well, let’s get back to work. This house isn’t going to finish itself.” Cora starts working on the next project.
By the time everyone was stopping, Cora and Samatra were tired. Cora picks up her tools and put them in the back of her pickup truck. She bought the truck at an auto auction. It still had the original owner's name on the side of it, Hardy’s Contracting.
“Hey guys, before you leave to go home. Jack Kleiman is cooking for everyone. So, follow me back to his place.” Running Rabbit looks toward Cora and Samatra.
“Alright.” Cora looks towards Samatra “get in, you can ride with me.”
“Alright.” Samatra gets into Cora’s pickup truck.
She notices it had a GPS, CB, and a police scanner inside of it. There was also a place for Cora to put a small laptop as well. She looks at
Cora when she gets in “what do you use this truck for?”
“It’s set up to do surveillance.” Cora starts the engine and follows Running Rabbit to Jack’s place.
When she pulls up to Jack’s place, everyone that was at the construction site, was there. She finds a place she can park.
“This should be fun.” Cora looks at Samatra as she exits from the truck.
Samatra follows Cora towards Jack’s place. The smell of barbecue was in the air. Several grills were going at once.
“Oh, boy. This should be fun.” Cora walks up to Jack’s house.
Cora and Samatra mingle with everyone at the cookout. There were a lot of homemade side dishes and other foods that were made. The two women help themselves and fill their plates.
Cora and Samatra stay late into the night. Cora doesn’t drink any of the alcohol offered up. She makes sure Samatra doesn’t drink too much alcohol either.
Later in the night, Cora escorts Samatra back to Lucy’s place. The poor girl was tipsy after having two beers. Cora looks at Samatra as they walk up and into Lucy’s house.
“I’ll be by tomorrow, to pick you up.” Cora felt sorry for Samatra.
Samatra looks at Cora “thank you.” As her words come out slurred.
“You’re welcome, Samatra.” Cora makes sure Samatra makes it to her bedroom.
Once Samatra is in her bedroom and passed out on her bed. Cora walks out and drives towards her place. She notices that George was home and spots his car in the driveway.
Cora just walks into her trailer. She’ll drop in tomorrow morning and speak to George. She hangs her car keys up and slips her work boots off.
Afterward, Cora heads into her bedroom and gets ready for bed.
Cora wakes up to the sound of thunder and heavy rain pelting her trailer. Strong winds were blowing outside of her trailer, and she could feel that the spirits were upset. She steps out of her trailer in her nightshirt and panties and could feel the static electricity in the air. It clung to her body, causing all the hair on her body to stand up.
She closes her eyes and opens herself to the earth. Something was disturbing the spirits. She could feel that something wasn’t right on the reservation. It wasn’t in her area, but somewhere south of her location. She opens her eyes when she hears the cry of a large bird. She looks up into the cloudy sky and watches as a large bird fly over her, heading south. She could feel the spiritual energies coming off it.
Cora turns around and walks back into her trailer and changes into her outfit. She makes sure she has everything she needs before she leaves her trailer. She leaves a message on the front door of her trailer and walks over to George’s place to leave him a note as well. Knowing him, he probably already knows. After all, he was a shaman and a doctor as well.
She grabs her gear and secures it on her motorcycle. Normally, she would take the Camaro, but where she was going. The motorcycle would be the better choice. She grabs her mask and slip it into her pouch and put her helmet on.
The weather lightens up some for her as she leaves her home and heads south toward Arizona's Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument. She could tell the spirits weren’t happy with what was going on down on the border of Mexico and Arizona.
Arizona's Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument:
Amy fires several arrows at the construction workers destroying the land to build a wall on Native American land. Her father had summoned her to stop them from disturbing several graves of her ancestors. The past six years since she was turned into the daughter of Wolf. She has been doing whatever her father and the spirits needed her to do. If that meant helping immigrants safely travel the desert from the south. So, be it. All she cared about was the land that belonged to her people now. She gave little care about what transpired outside of Native American lands.
After what was done to her when she was younger. She has developed a hatred for the government and its agents. That included their laws as well. She couldn’t understand how they could create the problem and then allow innocent people to die or be used because of their actions.
When some of the construction workers fire weapons back at her. She moves swiftly like the wolf she was. She cocks the old Winchester rifle she carries. She had found it and the six-shooters she carried on a dead cowboy. He had died from wounds he received from an Apache warrior.
She tries not to kill the men, but when they fired back at her. She listens to the words that her father told her. He told her that she shouldn’t play with her prey and that if she was going to use a white man’s weapons. To make sure she killed them.
She hits each of the men shooting at her. The training she received from Dan Two Elk kicks in. A smile appears on her face as she watches the men drop like flies. She stops firing the Winchester when she watches the other men turn and runoff.
She walks over to the construction equipment left behind and blows them up with the explosives left behind. As the machine explodes, an evil smile appears on her face. This will teach them to disturb the ancient warriors and chiefs that are buried on this land.
She looks at one of the men who shot at her and who she shot back with her rifle. He was still alive and with proper medical help, he would live. She kneels next to him and looks into his eyes. She wanted him to see her wolf eyes “go back and tell your boss to stay off these lands.”
Bobby looks into the eyes of the Native American woman looking down at him “this is a national security matter. You don’t say what or who can come here.”
Amy’s eyes flash gold “I don’t care about your white man laws or matters. This is sacred land, and you are disturbing the spirits that live here. If you come back, you will join my ancestors.”
Amy stands up and walks toward her horse. She jumps up onto his back and gallops off. The man she wounded will recover. She rides towards where she camped last night. Her life has been unusual since she became the daughter of Wolf.
Amy builds a small fire to boil some water. She takes out a soup packet she made and a small clay pot to cook in. The pot she made herself, thanks to the training she received from Tracy Kora. She was one of her teachers among the Pueblo Indians her father sent her to.
As she is fixing herself some dinner, a tall muscular Native American man appears out of the shadows. He was wearing a black well-fitted business suit.
“Hello, father.” Amy looks up with a smile on her face.
“Hello, daughter. You did well today.” Wolf was proud of his daughter.
He walks over and sits down next to her. He has been looking after her, since the experiment that created her. The people responsible for creating her and for killing her original family have answered for their crimes.
“You know that more white men will come to either protect those workers or to try and capture me, father.” Amy looks at her father.
“Let them come, daughter. The Fox has been summoned by my brothers and sister to help you. The white man government needs to learn that they can’t keep breaking their word or disturbing our ancestors and destroying our history.” Wolf couldn’t count how many times the white man has broken their word to his people.
Now they weren’t only breaking their word but disturbing the ancients that were buried. Plus, destroying artifacts of his people that have been around before the white man came to North America.
“Who is this Fox?” Amy has never heard of this person.
“She is a servant of our people. Where you are my daughter and answer to me, she answers to the others. The spirit of the Fox and Eagle
reside inside of her. Her mind was healed by the others and in return for their healing. She gave herself over to them and allowed the spirit of the Fox and Eagle join with her.” Wolf knew she wasn’t one of his. He rarely shared himself with someone.
He had been angry when he had been captured and had his blood drained from him. Then, his blood had been put inside a young girl. Who he has come to love as if she was his own?
“So, what is she supposed to do?” Amy was curious.
“She’s going to help you with the white man and make them understand that they are not welcome on our land.” Wolf knew his brothers and sisters felt the disturbance like he did.
“Cool, it will be nice to be working with someone else. So, what have you been up to, while I have been learning?” Amy knew her father traveled and visited different places.
A smile appears on Wolf’s face “I have been reminding the white man, why they aren’t welcome on our land.”
Arizona's Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument:
It’s late in the evening by the time Cora arrives where the spirits wanted her. She could see now why the spirits sent her. She gets off her motorcycle and looks around at the mangled machinery and steel barriers that they were in the process of putting up. She walks around the place, using her flashlight to light the area since she wasn’t wearing her mask.
She stops when she spots a few arrows. They weren’t modern ones but made the old fashion way. She looks at the craftmanship of the arrows. Whoever made them, took the time to use the proper materials and make their arrowheads as well.
She stands up with them in her hand and continues to look around. As she is examining the area, she hears four-wheelers coming her way.
She stops to see who was coming toward her. As the four figures on the four-wheelers get closer, she notices they were wearing military fatigues.
The four figures stop a good distance from her. They shine the lights of the four-wheelers towards her.
“Identify yourself.” Jesse came back to the site where the contractors had been attacked.
“You, first. What are you doing trespassing on Native American land?”
“I’m protecting the border from illegal immigrants. Now, why don’t you identify yourself.” Jesse had his gun trained on the figure in black.
“So, in other words, you’re trespassing on Native American land. I’m going to warn you just once. Leave, before I seriously hurt you.” Cora figures these guys had weapons on them.
“You’re outnumbered, BITCH! Now, surrender.” Jesse was ready to pull the trigger on this woman.
“Ah!” As one of the people behind Jesse gets attacked by an animal.
Cora moves as she pulls several of her throwing knives out and throws them right at Jesse. She didn’t have her mask on, but she was still pretty fast without her mystically enhance abilities. She moves just in time as the person who had stopped next to Jesse fires his gun at her. The bullet hit the ground, instead of her.
She could hear the growling sound of some animal as it took down another person. She grabs her tomahawk from her pouch and attacks the fellow who just tried to shoot her. She brings it down hard on his arm, trying to break the guy’s arm. She hears the bone crack as the tomahawk connects.
She looks over towards the first guy and notices she managed to kill the guy. Her throwing knives landed on his neck. She looks around and spots a wolf ripping the throat out of one of the guys. The first guy that had been attacked, was on the ground holding his arm where he had been mauled by the wolf.
Cora takes her motorcycle helmet off and looks down at the guy “get your men off my land, NOW!” Her eyes flash red.
William wraps his arm as quickly as he can. He secures his friends to a second four-wheeler and tows it back to where they came in at. He saw how the wolf was looking at him.
Cora watches as the man she told to leave, bandages his arm and put the other three dead men onto a second four-wheeler to tow back. The wolf that had to intervene and attacked the men stood by watching the man as well. She was getting a strange vibe off the wolf.
“Thank you for helping me, little sister.” Cora knew the wolf standing nearby was a female wolf.
“You’re welcome.” Amy morphs from her wolf form, back to her human form. She was fully clothed when she finishes her transformation.
Cora stands there stunned as she watches the wolf assume a human form. She has been told myths about some of the Native American gods walking among their people. But she never thought those myths or legends were true.
“You look surprised, Fox. Are you the champion of our people?” Amy smiles at Cora.
“Yes, but I never thought the legends were true.” Cora was shocked.
“You believe in the spirits and do their bidding, but you never thought the gods moved among our people?”
“I didn’t know Wolf had a daughter; I’m assuming that you are related to him?” Cora was still shocked.
“He is my father. I believe it might be best if we leave this area for now. My camp is nearby.” Amy mounts the four-wheeler, after securing the second one to be towed.
“Alright.” Cora puts her helmet back on and mounts her motorcycle.
She follows behind the four-wheeler as she is led back to the young woman’s camp. She had so many questions for the young woman. Why didn’t she know Wolf had a daughter?
After a while, they arrive at the campsite. She saw a modern tent and a small fire already going. There was a horse grazing nearby. She parks her motorcycle where the young woman parks the four-wheelers.
Cora takes her helmet off and leaves it on her motorcycle. She walks over to the fire and sits down on the ground. She watches as the young woman disappears inside the tent and comes back out with water skin.
“Here, take a drink. You must be thirsty from all the fighting and traveling.” Amy hands the old-style water skin to Cora.
“Thank you.” Cora accepts it and takes a drink from it.
The water tasted as if it came from a spring or creek. It had a unique taste to it. After Cora finishes taking a couple of sips from it. She hands it back to the young woman.
Amy takes the water skin and gulps down the water. She was thirsty from traveling and fighting in her wolf form. After she has her fill, she closes the water skin and looks at the young Native American woman sitting near her. She could tell that the woman had been touched by the spirits.
It was the same prickle energy she gets from herself and her father. She wonders what the story is about this woman. She looks at her face “what’s your story? How did you become a servant of the spirits?”
“They healed me and in exchange for what they did. I said I would serve them. It seemed that the spirits have always had a champion in one form or another. What is your story? How are you related to Wolf?” Cora was curious.
“I haven’t always been Wolf’s daughter. I was born to a normal family until someone got the bright idea of experimenting on a twelve-year-old girl. Somehow those people managed to trap Wolf and drain him of his blood and put it inside of me.”
“I didn’t think it was possible to catch a Native American spirit.” Cora was puzzled how you would do that.
“Well, they did and replaced my blood with his. The process they used killed me, and they left me to die out in the desert along with the corpses of the other people they did the same thing to. The thing was, instead of Wolf’s blood killing me, it changed me.”
“So, it changed you into what you are now?” Cora knew how that felt. The spirits did the same thing to her when she fully gave herself over to them.
“Yes, and I have accepted what happened to me a long time ago. I am Wolf’s daughter and I have the pledge to make the white man pay for what they have done to our ancestor's land.” Amy’s golden eyes flash because of her anger.
“Okay, can you tell me what is going on and why the spirits are being disturbed in this area?”
“The white man is building their border wall across the land and destroying ancient artifacts and disturbing our ancestors.”
“They can’t do that It’s against the law and that land belongs to our people.” Cora knew the government had no right to be doing what they are doing.
“It doesn’t matter to them. They say it's for national security, but I think it's because they are afraid. Afraid that the people coming here for a better life is going to replace them.”
“If the government didn’t create the problems going on in other countries, they wouldn’t have immigrants coming to us.” Cora knew that by giving money and supplies to other countries. That the government officials receiving them, aren’t sharing them with their citizens. As the old saying goes, the richer get richer, and the poorer get poorer.
“Agree.” Amy opens the waterskin and takes another sip of water.
“Who were those people who stopped me?”
“Racist citizens that have banded together to protect the border and kill any immigrants who try to cross it.” Amy had been tracking them and listening to their conversation.
“Great, more problems to deal with.” Cora just sighs as she tries to figure out what to do next.
When morning comes, Amy and Cora wake up. It was early in the morning. Cora stretches and listens as certain bones in her body pop and crack.
Amy looks over towards Cora “you sound like you need a tune-up.”
“I haven’t slept on the ground since I went camping with Talking Rabbit,” Cora remembers the first time she slept out under the stars while training.
“Isn’t he related to Falling Moon?” Amy knew she has heard that name before.
“That’s his cousin. His mother and father are famous Native American actors that give back to the reservation. They are working with a group out of California that establishes wells for the people in third world nations.”
“Another problem the government created during World War two with their Uranium mines polluting the ground water around here.” Amy knew about the radioactive water in the ground.
“True, but this group is digging deeper and bringing up clean fresh water that is powered by solar panels. That way our people will finally have fresh water and don’t have to travel far to get it or have the water lady come out to fill up jugs and containers.” Cora met the woman who drove the water tank truck on the reservation. There were still areas on the reservation that didn’t have running water or power.
“The stories of what our people have been through and what I have seen for myself. The government should be punished for what they have done.” Amy was filled with anger over how her people were being treated.
“That’s been tried and look where it has led us to.” Cora knew you couldn’t fight the government, except in the courts.
Amy just sighs “I can't help myself. I carry a chip on my shoulder for what the government has done to me and our people.”
“Don’t worry about it. When the time is right, things will change. Our immediate problem is stopping the border walls from being erected on our land and doing something about those citizens taking matters into their own hands.”
“You mean like us?” Amy looks at Cora when she says that.
“We are protecting our people. They are just ignorant and hateful. There’s a difference.” Cora knew what they were doing was for their people and their history.
“Let’s see if we can talk with whoever is in charge of the border wall.” Cora figures if they talk to the person who runs the border guards down here, maybe they will listen to them.
“Forget about talking to the commander of the border patrol. He’s a self-righteous asshole that believes in the bullshit coming from Washington D.C.” Amy tried talking with him and he told her to go to hell.
An evil grin appears on Cora’s face “let’s see if he’ll tell that to me.” As Cora puts her mask on.
Amy feels the mystical energies from the mask as it infuses Cora with power from their ancestors. She watches as the wooden mask becomes
flesh and fur. She could smell the difference in Cora’s scent as well.
“If you insist. Follow me.” Amy starts walking towards the shadows. She disappears inside it.
Cora follows Amy into the shadows and appears next to her in a void filled with stars. She looks at Amy “where are we?”
“Everywhere and nowhere.” Amy gives Cora the same explanation her father gave her.
Cora turns and looks at Amy “no really, where are we?”
“We’re between places. Didn’t you already know about this place?” Amy looks at Cora with a puzzled look on her face.
“No! The spirits or shaman I trained under. Never told me about this place.” Cora looks around her and everywhere she looked were bright and dim stars, while she and Amy stood in a void.
“The only way you can come here is either you’re a child of our gods or like you. Your mask infuses you with spiritual energy.” Amy starts walking towards one of the specks of light.
Cora follows behind her as they walk towards the light. She watches as Amy disappears into the light. She walks into the light and almost bumps into Amy as she exists.
She notices they were no longer where they started off at. They stood next to a building. She looks around and notices they were not in Arizona anymore.
“Where are we?” Cora looks toward Amy for an explanation.
“CBP Headquarters Washington D.C.” Amy figures they would go directly to the big boss instead and try to get something done.
Cora removes her mask and put it in her satchel slung across her shoulder. She follows Amy inside the building and towards a receptionist's desk.They noticed behind the desk was a young woman wearing a nice suit.
“How can I help you, young ladies?”
“We would like to talk with the person in charge about the border wall.” Cora pulls her Private Investigator badge out and lays it on the counter.
Holly looks at the two women. One was dressed in a skintight black outfit that hugged her body. She was wearing a pair of black knee-high Moccasins. There was a knife on her side attached to a black leather belt and a tomahawk tucked into the belt. The other woman was wearing blue jeans and some sort of tan color shirt that looked to be of some western design.
She also wore a pair of light brown moccasins as well but had no weapons present. She had a light color cowboy hat on as well. She was a little taller than the woman dressed in a black outfit.
Holly looks at the badge laying on the counter and notices it was a Private Investigator badge.
“Let me see if Mr. Colons is in, ladies.”
Holly picks the phone up and dials Mr. Colons' extension. After a few minutes, his secretary Denise Steele.
“Hello Mr. Colons officer, how can I help you?” Denise notices the call was from downstairs.
“Denise, I have two young ladies here that would like to talk to Mr. Colons. One of them is a Private Investigator from Arizona.”
“Did they say what they would like to talk to Mr. Colons about?” Denise wonders what a Private Investigator from Arizona is doing here.
Holly looks at Amy and Cora “what is your visit about?”
“The border wall you are building on Native American land,” Amy answered before Cora could.
“Denise, it’s about the border wall being built on Native American land.” Holly was looking at the two women and notices one of them had
golden color eyes like a wolf.
“Well, unfortunately, Mr. Colons has a busy schedule and he is unable to see them today. Have them make an appointment and we’ll get in touch with them.”
“Tell her if she doesn’t let us see him today, there will be trouble,” Amy says to Holly with a slight growl to her words.
“Oh boy.” Cora heard the growl in Amy’s voice. She has a feeling this was going to turn into trouble.
“Denise, they want to see him now.” Holly got a little nervous when she heard the growl from the one woman.
“Well, he’s busy.” Denise wasn’t going to budge.
“Enough of this.” Amy runs over to the stairs and starts running up them towards the floor.
Cora puts her mask on and starts running behind her. This was going to cause all sorts of problems. The two of them sprint up the stairs in no time. When they come to the floor where Mr. Colons' office was located. The door was locked and you had to have a security card to get in.
“Allow me.” Cora walks over to the door and twists the knob. And pull the door open.
Amy walks through and into a hallway. She sniffs the air and picks up several scents.
“I can’t determine which is his scent.” Amy looks around.
“Don’t worry, I have this.” Cora starts walking toward Mr. Colons' office.
When she walks into the office, there were several people and all of them look scared. They saw the woman that was named Denise. They start walking towards her “where is Mr. Colons?”
She points towards his office door.
“Thank you.” Amy walks up to the door and opens it.
Cora walks in behind her and closes the door. She takes her mask off and put it in her pouch. Both of them look at an older man that looked to be in his late thirties. He looked to be of mixed race and was wearing an expensive suit.
“What can I do for you ladies?” Mr. Colons looks at two Native American women standing before him. He notices one had golden color eyes like a wolf and the other one had normal eyes. He saw her take a mask off.
“You can stop the construction of the border wall on Native American land. You are destroying artifacts, and desecrating the graves of our ancestors. You are also destroying the ecology in that area with the construction of your border walls.”
“I’m sorry ladies, but there is nothing I can do to stop it. Those walls are necessary for the protection of this country. We are trying to stop drugs and human smuggling and trafficking from coming into and out of this country.” Mr. Colons has gone over this with several Native American tribal leaders and explained that the security of this nation comes first.
Amy balls her hands into a fist and tries to remain calm. She was getting pissed and knew she needed to not strike out in anger.
“Mr. Colons you said that you’re trying to protect this nation. Does that include the people who live here?” Cora looks at him.
“Yes, why?” Mr. Colons looks at the smaller woman dressed in a skintight suit and carrying weapons.
“Because for every construction company you send to build on Native American land, we will destroy their equipment. If they fight back, we will defend ourselves. Is the possibility of bloodshed worth the problems that will develop?” Cora let her eyes flash red.
“You do know we will protect those men.”
“I know, and to tell you the truth. You are facing two people who never have to sleep or eat if they chose not to. That land is our heritage and we will protect it with every fiber of our being. Just stop the construction of the wall there and there will be no trouble. Continue and there will be trouble like you have never experienced.” Cora’s eyes flash again and the air in the office heats up and dust twirls around in a cyclone.
“How are you doing that?” Mr. Colons has never seen anything like that.
“That’s not me, Mr. Colons. It’s my ancestors and they wanted you to know what is to come.” Cora could feel the power from her mask pulsing inside of her, even with her not wearing it.
Mr. Colons looks at both women “I’ll see what I can do. How can I contact you?”
Cora removes a card from her satchel and hands it to Mr. Colons “my cellphone number is on there, Mr. Colons.”
Mr. Colons accepts the business card. He didn’t think anyone still used them.
“Does your friend speak for you as well?” As he looks at Amy.
“Yes.” Amy turns her head towards the noise outside Mr. Colons' office door.
“It seems you ladies might be in a little trouble with your actions.”
“Nothing I haven’t been through before.” Cora turns around and put her mask on.
Amy shifts into her wolf form. As she follows next to Cora. She prepares herself as Cora opens the office door. They spotted at least six police officers out in the office with their weapons drawn.
“Put your weapons away. No one was hurt.” Cora puts some power behind her words to compel them to do as she says.
Some of the men start doing what she tells them. Others were fighting her command. She puts more power behind the command to compel them to obey. Once everyone’s weapon was put away. Amy leads them out of the office and into a dark corner. She walks into it, followed by Cora.
When they come back out, they are back at Amy’s campsite. Cora looks at Amy as she removes her mask “can you take things in there with you?”
“Yes, but you need to hold onto it while you are in there or it will through to somewhere else.” Amy has made that mistake a few times and had to go and find the items she dropped.
Cora removes her waterskin from her satchel and takes a drink from it. She hands it to Amy “here, takes a sip. You’ll like it.”
Amy accepts the waterskin and takes a nice gulp from it. The water coming out of it was cold and fresh. She looks at Amy “how is this possible?”
“It was a gift from the spirits when they gave me what I am wearing. Now, we need to work on the other problem with those citizens trespassing on our ancestor’s land.”
“Do you think Mr. Colons will do anything?” Amy looks at Cora.
“I don’t know, but the spirits wanted him to understand what he and the government are getting into. They did something with me, I never knew they could.” Cora has never done what she did.
“How long have you been their warrior?”
“Not very long and mostly I have gone after people stealing and selling our artifacts from the reservation.” Cora takes a piece of jerked buffalo meat out to munch on. She hands a piece to Amy.
“Thanks.” Amy bites into the jerked meat and likes it.
“Let’s go and see this leader of this group.”
“Okay.” Amy walks over to the four-wheeler they took the other day.
Cora joins her and the two of them head towards the leader of the border guard citizens.
Creativity Alliance, Mobile Command Unit:
“This is a fine mess you've gotten us into.” Amy looks at Cora as they are stopped and surrounded by at least fifteen men dressed in Army desert uniforms.
“Me? This is your area.” Cora wishes she put her mask on, before coming to see these assholes.
“You bitches have a lot of nerve coming here after what you did to our people.” Bob looks at the two Native American women riding the four-wheeler they took from their brothers Joseph and Wayne.
“We want to speak to whoever is in charge of this group.” Cora was looking at the scruffy-looking man pointing his A.R. 15 at them.
“What for?” Bob didn’t trust these Native American bitches.
“That’s between us and your leader. So, be a good little soldier and take us to your commander.” Cora puts a little bit of power behind her words to command the guy.
Amy felt Cora do the same trick she did when they were in Washington D.C. She watches to see if the guy submits to her command. She could see the guy fighting with the command.
“Look, we are here to only talk. Anything more would be stupid considering you have more men and guns than we do.”
“Get off that four-wheeler.” Bob was watching the women carefully.
Cora and Amy dismount from the four-wheeler and stand near it. Amy knew they might have to walk back to the campsite.
“Search them.” Bob looks over toward two of his men.
The two men sling their AR 15’s and walk over to Cora and Amy. They pat both women down for weapons and don’t find any.
“They are clean, or as clean Native American women get,” Rodney smirks at Amy.
Amy wanted to wipe that smirk off the guy’s face. She has to remind herself they came here to talk and not to kill anyone.
“Alright, follow me.” Bob turns to lead Amy and Cora back to the Commander.
Four of the fifteen guys that surrounded them before were guarding them. While they were walking toward a huge command tent. Cora was taking in everything going on around. She notices there were at least six, ten feet tall by twenty-five feet cages with immigrants in them.
“What’s with putting those people in the cages?”
“They’re illegal immigrants that thought they could sneak into our country. They are going to be shipped back to the shit hole countries they came from.” Charles hated illegal immigrants coming into the US and taking jobs from hard-working Americans.
“You mean as the white man did to the Native Americans when your ancestors came to North America?” Cora looks at the guys that spoke.
“It was my ancestor's God-given rights to take this land from you savages.” Charles was tired of the Native Americans complaining about how they were treated.
Cora was going to respond to Charles's comment, but something inside her told her not to. This wasn’t the time or the place for her to correct this person. His time was coming and would get his dues.
Cora and Amy are escorted inside the big command tent. The place had all sorts of equipment setup so they could patrol the border with drones and had weapons as well. It also looked like they were tied in with the sensors the border patrol had at their command post.
They are escorted towards the back of the command tent where a huge rough-looking guy was sitting. He was smoking a cigar and there was a fresh cup of black coffee sitting on his desk. He looked like he could eat a steel rod and spit out a chain already made from it.
“Are these the ladies that took Joseph and Wayne's four-wheeler and injured several of our men?” Owen looks at the two Native American women standing before his desk.
One was shorter than the other and was dressed all in black. The other one was dressed in faded blue jeans and wearing worn-looking cowboy boots.
“Yes sir. These are the two bitches that injured our men and dared to come riding to our campsite on the four-wheeler.” An evil smirk appears on Bob’s face.
“Why did you come to our camp?”
“To talk to you and ask you to stay off Native American territory.” Cora could see Amy wanted to cut loose on them, but she was being patient.
“Why do you want us to stop patrolling your territory? Don’t you know that is where a lot of those immigrants come through? It’s one of their corridors of travel and since you savages aren’t stopping them. It has become our job to close that corridor.” Owen knew a lot of immigrants travel across Native American land.
“We appreciate that you felt that it was your duty to help us. However, we are now letting you know, that your help is no longer needed.”
Owen stands up displaying his full seven feet tall muscular frame. He blows smoke towards their face.
“I hate to tell you this, bitch. But I and my men aren’t going to stop patrolling on your territory. We are going to stop every god damn illegal
immigrant trying to come into the United States. On top of that, I don’t trust your lying tongue.” Owen wasn’t going to have two female Native American bitches telling him what he can or can’t do to protect the US from invaders.
A smirk appears on Amy’s face when the guy accuses them of lying.
“What’s so funny to you, bitch?” Bob had noticed the smirk.
“You do know history has proven that the white man was born with a forked tongue with all the lies and broken promises you have committed.” Amy looks at Bob.
“Why you bitch!” Bob goes to strike Amy.
He is grabbed by Cora and tossed like he weighs nothing towards another guy. She pulls her mask out of her messenger bag and put it on.
One of the other guards tries to strike Amy, but she blocks him. He tries again and his arm is caught by hers. She squeezes hard and snaps his bone with just her hand. He lets out a scream.
Owen jumps over his desk toward the woman wearing the black fox mask. He manages to punch her in the face with his fist. He follows up with a punch to her chest.
Cora has her bell rung by the punch to her face. She felt the blow through the mask, which was unusual because she never feels anything to her face through the mask. She goes flying backward from the punch to her chest. She feels two of her ribs break from the punch.
She picks herself up from the floor of the tent and pulls several obsidian knives from her web pouch and throws them at the men coming toward her. As she stands up, she feels the sharp pain from her ribs. She looks over towards Amy and she was barely holding her own against the Commander, Bob, and Bill.
As she moves to help Amy, she gets tackled from the side by a guy and feels her ribs poke her in the muscles. The guy was punching her in the face as he sits on top of her. Two other guys had come over and begin kicking her in her head and side.
A slight growl comes out of Cora’s mouth as she grabs the hands of the guy punching her. She squeezes them and his bones shatter. She manages to pull her bowie knife from its hidden holster and stabs one of the guys in his foot with it. She brings it up and slices another guy’s leg as she manages to stand up. She was pissed and her eyes were glowing red.
People were going to die today. She grips her Bowie knife tightly and pulls out another one she recently acquired. She charges toward a group of guys before they could shoot her.
Amy manages to snag the side arm Bob was carrying and shoot him with it. She shoots the Commander and watches as the bullets bounce off his skin.
“Fuck!” She stays out of his reach as he goes to grab her.
She feels a bullet past right by her head. She turns around and shoots the person who shot at her. She goes flying forward towards a computerized board showing the border and where the sensors were. She lands face-first onto the floor of the tent. Something hard had hit her in the back. Because her back was hurting from whatever was thrown at her. She stands up and notices several guys have their rifles lowered at her.
Just as they were about to open fire on Amy. Cora strikes all of them in the back with obsidian throwing knives.
“Thanks!” Amy could tell Cora’s fox eyes were glowing bright red.
“You’re welcome. Here, take these.” Cora tosses Amy two tomahawks.
Amy catches them as an evil smile appears on her face. She tucks the gun she was using behind her back. She twirls the tomahawks in her hands and goes to work with them.
Owen goes after the woman who looks like a humanoid fox. He manages to get two more hits on her before she gets closer to him. She was avoiding his punches and when he tries to grab her.
Cora steps in close to the Commander to keep him from hitting her and grabbing her. She was far more agile than he was. She slices her knife across his chest and it does nothing. She tries the other one and it doesn’t do anything.
“You can’t hurt me with your knives, bitch.” Owen tries to grab the woman’s hands, but she twisted out of his grip.
“These aren’t my only knives, jackal breath.” Cora switches out her bowie knives for her obsidian ones. They were blessed by a shaman on the reservation.
“Do you think they are going to hurt me, bitch?” Owen tries grabbing Cora again and manages to lock his hand around her right arm.
A smile appears on Cora’s fox face as she slices across his arm. The skin parts with the sharp edge of her obsidian knife. She feels him let go of her right arm, as she slices his arm again.
Owen couldn’t believe that he just got cut by volcanic glass. He tries to avoid and stop Cora from getting closer to him, but she manages. Each time she does, she cuts him with those damn knives of hers.
Just as Cora was about to strike Owen again with her knife. She gets shot in the shoulder. The bullet doesn’t penetrate her suit, but it hurts like hell.
“Cora, retreat.” Amy starts running towards an opening in the tent wall. She changes into her wolf form and jumps through the opening.
Cora trips Owen up and slices the tent wall. She jumps through and spots a guy on a dirt bike. She jumps kicks him off while grabbing his gun. She feels a burning sensation as she holds the gun in her hand. She shoots the locks off on the cages as she rides past them. After all the cages are open, she tosses the gun, before it does more damage to her hand.
Cora feels three bullets hit her back as she dodges the incoming gunfire. She grits her teeth as she races away from the campsite. She was in pain and it was taking everything she had not to give into it.
She takes an out and about way getting back to Amy’s campsite. When she arrives at the campsite, she spots Amy bandaging some wounds she received. She parks the dirt bike over near her motorcycle.
“I didn’t know you got hurt or could be hurt.” Cora walks over to Amy.
“I might be the daughter of a Native American god, but I can still be hurt. By tomorrow, I’ll be fully healed.” Amy applies a salve to her wounds.
Cora pulls out her medical kit from her messenger bag. It had both conventional and Native American medicine in it.
“Here, let me help you with your ribs.” Amy saw Cora taking her bodysuit off.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now, this is going to hurt.” Amy pushes Cora’s broken ribs back into place.
She applies an ointment she spotted among Cora’s medical stuff and apply it. Amy tends to Cora’s injuries and couldn’t believe how hurt she was.
“I thought your suit and mask protect you?” Amy saw how bloody Cora’s face was.
“They do, but somehow that bastard was hitting me hard enough that the mask and suit couldn’t stop it.” Cora couldn’t believe she felt the punches in her face.
“There, that should do it. I’m going to make us some tea.”
“Alright.” Cora was feeling better. She watches Amy build a fire and heat some water.
“I want to know why my bowie knives wouldn’t cut that general or why the bullets you fired at him didn’t hurt him either.” Cora blows on the tea Amy made for her. It was supposed to help her heal faster.
“But you did manage to hurt him.” Amy looks at Cora.
“Yeah, but I had to use my obsidian blades.” Cora was surprised they managed to cut him.
“I wonder why your obsidian blades worked against him, but your normal blades didn’t, and why my bullets didn’t.” Amy was thinking about that.
“The only difference between them is one is made from volcanic glass and blessed by a shaman I trust. The bowies aren’t blessed.” Cora knew George blessed her obsidian blades.
“Maybe he’s valuable to the blessing on the knives.” Amy couldn’t think of anything else it might be.
“Well, now they are going to be expecting us from now on.” Cora takes a sip from her herbal tea.
The tea had a bitter taste to it. Cora refused to drink certain teas George made for her because of the taste. She takes another sip of the tea and makes a face.
Amy saw the look on Cora’s face when she sipped the tea. She remembers the first time her father gave her a cup of the same tea. She didn’t want to drink it either, because of the taste.
“Well, we just have to use the night to our advantage. Isn’t the night your friend?” Amy looks at Cora’s face.
“Yes, the night is my element.” Cora knew she would be more effective at night.
“Then we wait. Until then, you need to drink your tea.” Amy gives Cora the same look her mentor gave her.
“Fine.” Cora drinks the nasty-tasting tea down.
Cora finds a nice area to lay down, while Amy kept watch. She was going to need the rest for the healing properties of the tea to work. She falls into a deep space instantly.
Amy listens to Cora’s heartbeat and notices when it changes. She watches as Cora falls instantly asleep. While Cora sleeps, Amy prepares items to take with them tonight. She does wonder what the general is. He shouldn’t be as tough as he is. She thinks about that why she works on some arrows.
Cora feels the fox spirit that inhabits her mask join with her and start healing her injuries. The spiritual energies of the fox merge with her body. She knew the spirit wanted revenge for letting one of its own be hurt and for what the general did to her mask.
Amy glances over towards Cora and notices the fox spirit merging with her unconscious form. She could feel the spiritual energy as if merged with Cora’s body and healed her injuries. Then she felt something else, the spirit wanted revenge for what was done to Cora. She watches as
Cora’s mask glows and reforms itself into a different shape.
She didn’t know the spirits could do that. The mask had been made by a shaman a long time ago. So she figured it would take a shaman to redo it.
Hours later, Cora wakes up feeling energized and ready to go hunting. Cora looks over towards Amy “I’m feeling energized.”
“Well, you might want to eat, before we go. It’s going to be a long night.”
“I hope so. I want payback for what that General did to me.” Cora walks over to where Amy was sitting and sits down next to her.
“Here’s eat this and when your done, we’ll go and have some fun with him and his men tonight.” Amy hands Cora a bowl of stew she had worked on while Cora slept.
Cora takes a bite of the stew and couldn’t place the taste of the meat. She looks at Amy “what type of meat is this?”
“Rattlesnake.” Amy looks at Cora when she says that.
A weird look appears on Cora’s face. She has never had rattlesnake before. She was going to need to spend more time out off the reservation and learned these skills.
“Okay, it has an unusual taste to it.” Cora takes another bite of the stew.
A smile appears on Amy’s face as she eats her stew. Once they were done eating, Cora and Amy clean their campsite up and start heading towards the general’s camp again. When they get close to it, they could tell the general had all the lights in the camp turned on.
“This should be easy.” Amy unslings her rifle and starts shooting the lights out.
“Time for me to have some fun.” Cora moves quickly and quietly down to the camp.
As the campsite starts losing lights. Cora puts her mask on as gunfire could be heard being returned towards Amy’s position. An evil smile appears on her fox-looking face as she tosses several smoke grenades she pulls out of her messenger bag. She uses the cover of darkness and the smoke to start knocking people out with her tomahawks. She avoids gunfire as some soldiers fire wildly into the smoke cloud where she is hiding. She moves quickly as Amy fires from a different direction.
Cora uses the cover of darkness and the distraction going on around her to knock out several more soldiers. She could hear the general giving orders to send people out and to let the drones fly as well. Cora looks around for the main generators and notices several guards have been placed around them. She takes the guards out with her blowgun. She uses the grenades they are wearing and set them up to blow up the generators.
Cora moves quietly and freezes as she hears movement. A soldier passes just inches in front of her as he runs towards where the generators were. She waits a few seconds before moving and set a few explosives up to blow up their fuel depot. She hauls ass, just before it explodes.
Command Tent:
Commander Owens had just sat down at his desk when hears gunfire. A few minutes after that, there is an explosion. Smoke starts drifting into the command center. There is a second explosion and the lights go out. There is a second one and the fuel depot goes up.
“FIND THOSE BITCHES AND BRING THEM BACK DEAD!” The cuts that had been healing reopened when screaming those words.
“Ah, the big dumb mound of the flesh is scarred of two women.” Cora looks at the Commander.
Several guards try to attack her, but she moves too quickly for them. She knocks them out with the tomahawks in her hands.
“Let’s see you dodge this.” Owens fires his gun at Cora.
Cora throws one of the tomahawks at Owen and twists to the side as the bullet slides across her chest. She takes several of her obsidian throwing knives out and starts throwing them at the commander.
Owens tries to block the knives coming in toward him but instead gets hit by them. They bury themselves into his skin.
“Not doing so well, are you?” Cora had managed to get close to Owens.
Owen turns around to punch Cora, but she had moved. He feels a sharp pain as his stomach is sliced open by two blades. He tries to stop another hit to his flesh, but the humanoid fox attacking him was moving too fast.
Owens falls to his knees and spots the humanoid fox standing in front of him. Its eyes were glowing red. An evil grin appears on its muzzle as it waves goodbye to him.
Owens wonders why the fox figure was waving goodbye to him, as pain shoots throughout his body. He couldn’t move at all. He watches as the fox figure comes close to him “my blades were coated in rattlesnake venom.” As Cora removes the blades, she threw at him from his body.
She turns and walks away afterward.
“Come on and hurry!” Cora rushes a bunch of immigrants she and Amy found crossing from Mexico.
Some abusive coyotes were leading them. Several of the men had weird tattoos covering their faces and neck. She saw one of the men leading the group pulling on a rope attached to a collar on one woman.
She took the guy out with her bow while Amy was in her wolf form attacking the other men. Between the two of them, they managed to take the coyotes out. Now, they were being chased by members of the Creativity Alliance. They had called more of their members in after the defeat and destruction of their base.
Their members brought in military equipment and military-style drones to sniff them out this time. The drones were too high for them to shoot down. Plus, they weren’t being launched from the site either. So, Cora and Amy had to track down where they were being stored and refuel from and attack them there.
Cora spots several militia men shooting at Amy. She throws the boomerang she just recently acquired. She took it off one of the Alliance men. He had used it against her several times, so she knew how it worked. It took her a few tries to master it, but she managed.
The person she threw the boomerang at goes down. She summons the boomerang back to her. She throws it again and strikes another militia person. She spots Amy attacking several men in her wolf form.
Cora runs over to Amy “we need to get out of here and get these people back to our camp.”
Amy finishes off the soldier that attacked her and ran off with Cora. She helps guide the group of people back to the makeshift camp they have set up to help any immigrants they come across. The center was on Native American land, and there was nothing ICE or Border patrol could do about it. Suppose they trespass on the ground. They had the right to arrest them.
By the time Amy and Cora get everyone back to the camp. They were tired, hungry, and thirsty. Cora selects several women from the group and leads them to where they have food and water stored. Amy has been raiding the Alliances supplies. Also, several Native American people have been bringing supplies to help.
Cora watches as Amy changes back into her human form. She still couldn’t get over Amy being covered when she went from wolf to human.
“You know, I’m jealous that you can do that.” Cora had lifted her mask off her face.
She was surprised that her mask had changed shape. She liked how it sat against her face like a second skin. Plus, it has given her more abilities than she had before.
Amy looks at Cora “the cost for this ability was very high.”
“Still, I wish I could turn into a fox or something.”
“Who knows, maybe your wish will come true.” A smile appears on Amy’s face as she goes about helping the people they brought back.
Cora goes over to the woman with a collar around her neck and removes it. She looks at the woman “why was this on you?”
Romina looks at the woman who had helped rescue her. She had been wearing an ancient fox mask but now looked differently.
“I was going to be used to force my cousin to help the cartels to smuggle their drugs to the United States.” Romina looks at the young woman.
“What does your cousin do?” Cora was curious.
“He keeps track of all the Coast Guard ships and their patrol routes.” Romina was proud of her cousin and knew he was working on bringing her to the United States.
“We’ll need to inform your cousin’s commanding officer.”
“Won’t he get into trouble?” Romina didn’t want to get her cousin in trouble.
“No, your cousin will be fine. Now, you look like you could use some food and something cool to drink.”
“Thank you.”
Cora escorts Romina over to where some of the women are serving food. There were several coolers with ice and various drinks in them.
“Take whatever you like.” Cora turns and walks over to Army.
“We need to call Irene and have her and her people come out here and transport these people to safety.” Cora knew Irene could help these people.
“Alright. What will you do about the other woman and her situation?”
“I’ll call my contacts in the US Marshals and see if they can help her.” Cora pulls out the satellite phone they took from the Alliance.
She called the new US Marshal agents she was working with now. They were replacing the ones take got killed during her first mission. She walks off and talks with US Marshal Sharice Herrington.
Amy watches as all the men, women, and a few teenagers eat and relax. She knew these people were entering the country illegally but had nowhere else to go. She walks over and mingles with them to learn more about them.
Several Days Later:
The US Marshals show up to help Romina out and see what they can do to help the other people. Some Border agents and members from the Alliance show up to demand the people be sent back to Mexico.
Cora and Amy tell both groups to go to hell. Amy informs them that as long as the Immigrants are on Native American land, there isn’t anything they can do about it. She dares them to do something stupid.
Cora was standing nearby with her tomahawks in her hands. She was daring both representatives to do something.
“You don’t make that call.” Border agent Horton.
“And you have no authority here on Native American lands.” Amy wasn’t going to let a border agent boss her around.
“Gentlemen, until some compromise can be reached. Amy and I will continue to help any immigrants that come across the border. So, I suggest you find a way to solve this matter as long as they are here on Native American land. You can’t touch them if you decide to ignore our sovereignty. We will be taking this fight to you and your leaders. That includes your representatives in congress and your senators as well.” Amy made sure her eyes flashed gold when she said that.
“I would listen to what she says. You don’t want to piss her off or me.” Cora lets her eyes flash as well.
The Allegiance representative was about to say something when the border agent Horton stopped him. He looks at Mr. Moss, “don’t say another word.”
“But!” Mark was about to tell these two women to go to hell.
“No buts. It looks like the only way this matter will be handled is in congress.”
“Or the courts.” Moss looks at the two women.
“Your courts don’t mean anything to me. They are just as corrupt as your leaders.” Amy didn’t believe in white man’s courts.
“We’ll see.”
Cora and Amy watch as the two men walk away. Cora looks towards Amy “you know this isn’t the end of this.”
“I know.” Amy had a feeling things were about to get worst for them.
The next day, Amy watches as the people at their camp wake up and move around. Cora informed Amy that she was going to see if she could get help from the council to help protect and take care of the immigrants at their camp. Cora said she might be gone for a few days.
Amy helps some women in the group fix something to eat for everyone. The men went out and collected firewood for the camp. Some of them weren’t sure what they were going to do. They had hoped to come to America to make a better life for themselves and send money back home to their family.
Amy leaves to patrol the border a little further out. As she is patrolling, she comes under fire. She takes shelter behind some boulders and peeks her head out to see who was shooting at her. A bullet hits the boulder near her head, as she ducks back around.
Whoever was firing at her was doing it from a distance. She changes into her wolf form and darts out from her hiding place. A bullet barely misses her as it hits the ground right behind her. She uses a trick her father taught her to blend in with her surroundings. It would make it harder for whoever was shooting at her to hit her.
Harry was hired by Mark to track down two women and permanently get rid of them. They were allowing illegal immigrants across the border and protecting them. Mark had given him a dossier on both women and what they were capable of. He had studied the dossier and decided to go out and see if he couldn’t find them.
He was lucky that he spotted the shape changer first. He spots a wolf sprint out from behind the boulder the woman had taken cover behind. He knew it was her from the dossier that Mark gave him. He fires at the wolf again and misses. As he goes to fire again, the wolf disappears from his sight.
He scans the area looking for the wolf but doesn’t see it. He stays where he is, hoping it will stick its head out. He spots some dirt move and fires at the spot. He hears his bullet ricochet off the ground and hit a nearby rock.
Amy felt the bullet as it bounced off the ground and hit right behind her. It had skimmed her flesh on her left rear quarter. She wanted to growl, but her father told her never to let her prey know you were coming for them.
She manages to sneak to the shooter’s position and notices he is laid out like a sniper. She changes forms and picks up a nearby rock without making a sound. She brings the rock down hard on top of the guy’s head.
“Take that, you bastard!” She brings the rock down again and again until the man’s head is smashed.
She drops the rock nearby and starts searching his body. She finds his cell phone and uses his finger to unlock the damn thing. She scrolls through it and finds the dossier he received from the Creative Alliance. She gathers everything she finds on his body up and puts it in the back he had been wearing along with the camel pack as well.
She collects his weapons and what other gear he has and heads back to camp. He deserved what he got by coming after her.
Native American Council:
Cora looks at the gathered leaders of the different tribes that inhabit the land on the reservation. She looks at Chief George Running Rabbit.
“Gentlemen, I come to you today to ask for volunteers and support you can provide on your border. These last few days, I and my companion have been preventing the government and a hate group from hurting the illegal immigrants that have been coming onto reservation land. It has now gotten to the point that just the two of us can’t protect and care for these people. We need your help to continue our work.” Cora looks at all the Chiefs as they look at her.
“You know you brought this onto yourself, Cora Black.” Shawn Floating Cloud looks at Cora.
“Mr. Floating Cloud, the spirits brought this matter to my attention. They were tired of the white man breaking his word and killing innocent people whose only crime was to live a safe life. I know there is more to this, but the bottom line. Is that the spirits felt this matter needed my attention, and now I need your help? This has gone beyond what I and my partner can handle.”
“And what exactly do you suggest we do, Mrs. Black?” Sera Talking Deer looks at Cora. She has never been happy that Mrs. Black was chosen by the spirits. She felt that someone else among them should have been selected.
“Defend your border from the government and stop the anti-immigration group from harming these people. Or at least provide resources to help out.”
“Who is your other partner, Mrs. Black?” Jay Midthunder looks at Cora.
“Amy Wolf, daughter of Wolf himself.”
“Our old gods don’t have any children. Mrs. Black.” Jay didn’t believe her.
A smirk appears on her face “do you want to say that to his face, Mr. Midthunder?”
“Please, Mr. Midthunder. I would like very much to hear your opinion” Wolf comes walking into the chamber where Cora was standing. She knew the spirits had sent him.
All the chiefs in the room look at the well-dressed Native American man walking into the chamber. He was a well-built man and stood almost seven feet tall. He also had a presence about him that energized the air in the chamber.
Mr. Midthunder looks at the vast man that just appeared out of the shadows. He had never seen the man before, but he could feel the energy drifting around in the chamber.
“Who are you, sir?”
“You must be stupid, Mr. Midthunder.” Cora looked at Jay Midthunder like he had lost it.
Wolf just smiled, showing his pearly teeth. His eyes flash gold as he stands next to Cora and places his hand on her shoulder. He could feel the fox and eagle spirit inside of her.
“I have to agree with Mrs. Black.” Chris Cody and the others sitting near him knew who this man was.
“What can we do for you, Wolf?” The oldest chief among the council looks at Wolf with respect.
“You can help my daughter and the servant of the spirits here by protecting your land and helping the innocent.” Wolf felt he needed to make an appearance.
“Why do you show yourself now when we have been trying to summon you in the past?” Morningstar Littlefeather looked at Wolf as he stood next to Cora.
“Because sometimes a father has to let his children find their path. Also, your beliefs in us have weaned. You have been converted to a Christian god and have forgotten your past.” Wolf knew much of their heritage had been lost because people had forgotten who they were.
The stories of his people are no longer passed down, and the belief in him and the others have all but been forgotten.
“We will need a minute to speak among ourselves.” Gil Greyeyes nods his head to Wolf.
Wolf just waves his hand. He and Cora disappear from their sight but remain. Cora so liked what Wolf did.
“What did you do?” She looks at him.
“Something you will learn soon. We are still here, but they can’t hear or see us, but we can hear them.”
“That is so cool.” Cora couldn’t wait to learn that trick.
The two of them listen to the discussion as all the representatives try to talk over each other. It takes Gil Greyeyes to bring reason to the chaos. He reminds them that Wolf was their god and Cora was a vessel for the spirits. They could have ordered them, but they were asking nicely.
“You mean I could have demanded that they help out?” Cora looks at Wolf for clarification.
“Yes, because you are a representative of us, my dear. You speak with our voice and strength.”
“Okay, I’ve just learned something new today.”
A smirk appears on Wolf’s face “I think its time to make our presence known again.”
Everyone watches as Wolf and Mrs. Black appear where they had been standing before. Gil Greyeyes stands up "we will help you Cora Black. Also, we will send supplies your camp."
"Thank you." a smile appears on Cora's face.
Back At the Campsite:
Amy walks around looking at all the immigrants camping out at the campsite that she and Cora have been using. She couldn’t believe how many people had left their home countries to come to the USA. She helps a few of the women fix meals and learn from them.
On the third day, Amy gets a bad feeling while out exploring. Something didn’t feel right to her. She explores the area carefully, and just as she is about to give up. She feels a sharp pain as a bullet hits her upper left shoulder. Another bullet follows the second one and hits her in the back.
Amy drops to the ground in pain. Blood seeps from her wounds as she summons her energy to force the bullets out of her body. She could feel them move as they pushed their way out of her body.
“Where’s your friend, bitch?” Alvin looks down at the woman he had been hired to take out.
Amy looks up at the man standing a few feet away from her. He was wearing army fatigues and had a gun pointed toward her head.
“She’s right behind you.” An evil smile appears on Amy’s face.
She had seen Cora stepping out of the shadows while the guy was talking. She was trying to keep his attention to herself, so he didn’t notice Cora.
“Do you think I’ll fall for that old trick?”
A smile appears on Cora’s as she punches the guy in the middle of his back. She puts enough force behind her punch to break the guy’s back, but not to put her fist through his body.
“You know, you should have listened to her.” Cora looks at the guy in the camouflage fatigues.
Alvin had lost his gun when he fell forward. Now, he couldn’t feel his legs or make them move.
“What did you do to me?” Alvin manages to roll over to look at Cora.
“I took away your ability to walk. After everything, you planned on doing to my friend. You don’t deserve to be treated like a normal person.”
Amy stands up and looks down at the guy that tried to kill her. She looks at the guy. “I should shoot you myself or tear your heart out of your chest.”
“I wouldn’t blame you if you did, Amy.” Cora was ready to kill the guy herself.
An evil smile appears on Cora’s fox face. Her eyes flash gold as she looks at the man sent to kill her and Cora.
“Who sent you to kill us?” Amy looks at the guy that shot her.
“Who do you think? You are allowing murderers and rapists to cross into the United States illegally.”
“Not all immigrants are murderers and rapists. You are no different from the assholes helping the border agents.”
“I’m a patriot trying to protect my country, where you bitches are trying to destroy it.” Alvin was pissed that the fox face woman had gotten the best of him.
Cora kneels down and looks Alvin directly in the eye “I should kill you, but leaving you like this will teach you a lesson.” As she stands up.
“You know we have to carry him back to camp, now?” Amy looks at Cora when she says that.
“No problem. This sack of shit isn’t going to be able to do anything, anyway.” Cora knocks Alvin out with a dart from her pouch.
She picks him up off the ground, while Amy collects his gear. They backtrack the path he took to hunt them down. He had a military-style desert patrol vehicle.
“Why do people like him have better toys then us?” Cora looks at Amy when she asks that.
“I don’t know, but let’s head back to camp.” Amy gets behind the steering wheel.
Cora secures their prisoner and hops on. She looks down at Amy “let’s see what this thing can do.”
It takes Amy a few minutes to familiarize herself with how the DPV works. She manages to start it up and drive back to camp. While she is
driving, she wonders if Cora managed to find some help.
She pulls into camp and park the DPV near Cora’s motorcycle. Her horse was in its makeshift corral area. She gets out first and help Cora with the person hired to kill them.
“Did you manage to get us some help?” Amy looks at Cora as they carried the unconscious guy.
“Yep, and it will be here tomorrow morning. Also, once the help we need shows up. I think we need to take another trip to Washington D.C. and start knocking some heads together to get congress to do something about the problem here as well.”
“That would be a waste of time. All they care about is their precious job and staying in power. They don’t give a damn about the common man or the problems we face.”
“You might be right, but we need to make some noise.” Cora knew she might have to go to the extreme.
“Well, count me out. You can go and do what you can. I’ll stay here and coordinate everything.” Amy had no patience with the morons in Washington D.C.”
“All right. I’ll see what I can do.” Cora makes Alvin as comfortable as she can.
Afterward, she goes with Amy to help out around the camp.
United States Capitol Washington, D.C. United States of America:
Cora looks at all the Representatives as she stood before them. She could already see that most of them were so out of touch with reality. She had walked out of the shadows during a speech from one of the Representatives. He was complaining about how the president was handling the border and how immigrants coming across have increased.
The person speaking looks at Cora as she walks out of the shadows into the chamber. All the Representatives wanted to know who this person was.
“Who are you?” The representative from Texas looks at Cora.
Cora was still wearing her fox mask. She looks at the Representative “it doesn’t matter who I am. All that matters right now, the congressman is the fact that you and all the other representatives here need to do something about helping the people coming across the border.”
“We’re not here to help them. They need to be stopped.” Representative Reign looks at the fox-faced woman.
“They are running from countries that have suppressed them and taken away their rights. It’s because of the deals this country has made with its government, and congressman. They are coming here for help and a better life.”
“They are bringing weapons and drugs into this country, whomever you are.” Representative Reign didn’t like whomever this person is.
“Who are you, Mrs.?” Mendoza looks towards Cora.
“Black. Just Black, Mr. Mendoza.” Cora looks at Mendoza when she response
“Well, Mrs. Black. You do know you’re trespassing, don’t you.”
Cora notices some aides and other representatives trying to leave the chamber. She says a word and every door leading out of the chambers closes and secures itself. She looks back towards Mr. Mendoza “you might want to add kidnapping and holding you and your colleague hostage.”
“Who are you to tell us what to do?” Representative Taylor looks towards Cora as she stood near Rep. Reign.
“It seems someone needs to. All you representatives have done since being elected is act like spoiled children. Now, I’m going to say this only once. No one is going to leave this chamber until something can be done about the immigrants and these so called patriots patrolling the border.”
“You don’t have the right to hold us hostage.” Representative Taylor gets up out of her seat and marches over to Cora.
A smirk appears on Cora’s covered face. She watches as the congresswoman marches up to her. She could see the determined and mean look on her face.
“Congresswoman, confronting me is a bad idea. I have very little tolerance for stupidity.” Cora lets her eyes flash red.
“I don’t care. You wouldn’t strike a member of Congress.” Rep Taylor didn’t flinch when the eyes of the figure flashed red.
“You’re right, Mrs. Taylor. However, I can make you relive what these immigrants have gone through.” Cora touches Mrs. Taylor’s forehead with one of her fingers and sends a memory of one of the immigrants she helped into the rep’s mind.
Mrs. Taylor starts reliving what the person and her children went through. She was about to fall when the Representative from Texas catches her. He looks at Cora “what did you do to her?”
“She’s reliving a memory of what one of the immigrants I helped went through. Maybe now, you clowns will do what needs to be done to help
them out.”
Back At the Campsite:
Amy helps several of the women they rescued. The arrangements Cora made with the tribal council had shown up to help. Their little camp was growing with all the people showing up to either help the immigrants or bring supplies.
She walks around the campsite and inhales the aroma of food being cooked. She looks over towards the tent area where the food was being prepared and smiles as she watches the women over there cook food. She grabs her waterskin and takes a sip from it. She managed to dig down and hit some fresh water, so everyone would have water. An area had been set up to be used as a bathroom.
She moves out of the way as some young kids run by her. The guy that had been paid to kill her and Cora was taken away by the tribal police. They were leaving a few officers at the camp to help protect everyone.
Amy walks away from the camp and finds a nice and quiet spot to think. She sits down on a boulder and looks out towards the desert. She knew Cora was going to have a fight on her hands with congress. Sometimes she wonders about the democratic system and how nothing seems to get accomplished.
“Do you mind some company?” Dulce had spotted Amy walking away from the camp and followed her. She hadn’t seen the other woman anywhere.
Amy looks over towards the woman “please join me.”
Amy didn’t mind having some company. She has seen the woman around the camp.
“Thanks.” Dulce walks over and sits next to Amy.
“Is everything okay?” Amy looks at the young woman.
“Yes, I saw you walking away from camp and was curious.” Dulce looks into Amy’s eyes and notices how they were gold.
“I just needed to get away for a while.” Amy didn’t mind the young woman looking into her eyes.
“Oh, well it’s nice of you and your friend to help us out. Most people we have met so far, haven’t been very nice.”
“That’s because they have been brainwashed to believe that all immigrants are criminals. They don’t understand the sacrifice and burdens you encounter leaving your old life in the hope to start a new one.”
“And you and your friend do?” Dulce looks at Amy to try to understand her.
“Yes, I and my friend do. We are sort of outclass among our own people.” Amy knew she was different from most of the people on the reservation.
Dulce just sits quietly next to Amy and enjoys the peacefulness of the scenery.
Amy’s Secret Cave:
Dulce watches as Amy walks around inside the cave. She loved watching Amy’s naked body as she moved around. She also loved the cave Amy brought her to a few weeks after meeting her. It seemed that the two of them had something in common with each other.
She was leaning back against the rock rim of the pool of water and was enjoying the warmth of the water. In the last few weeks, the weather has been changing out in the desert. Fall had finally arrived, followed by a huge snowfall. The thing was, she didn’t feel any cold air coming into the cave from the huge opening in the roof.
The weather inside the cave was very tropical, and the water in the pool was just the right temperature. She had been surprised when Amy brought her to the cave. She knew Amy retreated here when the world became too much for her or she wanted to be by herself.
“What are you making?” Dulce moves over to the rim of the pool.
She wanted to investigate what Amy was doing. Since they arrived at Amy’s cave, she has relaxed a little more around. She wasn’t as serious as she normally was when they were out among the others on the reservation.
Amy turns her head to look at Dulce. A smile appears on her face as she watches Dulce enjoy herself in the pool.
“Fixing us some dinner. If I don’t get it going now, it won’t be ready by the time we want to eat.” Amy crushes some herbs up and rubs them into the Elk meat she was cooking.
She stuffs the meat into the clay pot, along with some water, vegetables, and more spices. She seals the clay pot and put it in the firepit to cook. She makes sure the fire is right, before joining Dulce in the pool. Both women were naked she leans toward Dulce and kisses her on her soft lips.
Dulce wraps her arms around Amy’s body and pulls her close to her. Both women have been learning about each other since they met. Dulce knew Amy cared very much about the immigrants coming up from South America and Brazil. She also cared about how those people affected the people on the reservations as well.
She knew Amy’s partner Cora didn’t have much luck in congress either. Sure, there were some representatives that wanted to help. But then you had those that were being jerks that shot down every suggestion or compromise that was put forward. After Cora threatened to start cutting people’s hands off, they finally came up with a simple piece of legislation that would help immigrants. It wasn’t perfect or great, but it would help.
Amy looked into Dulce’s eyes, and a smile appeared on her face. She loved being held by Dulce, and she knew Dulce loved when she held her. She leans in and kisses Dulce again.
Dulce responds to Amy kissing her. She pulls Amy closer to her body and could feel Amy’s breasts pressing against hers.
“So, what are we going to do while dinner cooks?” Dulce loved Amy’s golden eyes.
“Get to know each other better.” Amy licks Dulce’s nose.
Cora’s trailer, Navajo Nation Reservation, Arizona:
Cora watches as the snow comes down and covers the ground. She was glad she put enough food out for the horses to stay warm. She fixes herself some coffee as she wonders how Amy was doing.
When she got back to their campsite after convincing congress to do something to help the immigrants. She noticed that Amy had fallen for someone. She noticed a young woman by the name of Dulce watching Amy. She could tell the young woman had a thing for Amy.
Once her coffee is ready and has been poured. She sits down at her work desk and goes over some paperwork that had been sent to her proving a tribe called Chippewa Indians of the Bad River Reservation, Wisconsin, was missing some artifacts. The description they had given her matched a few of the artifacts she brought back with her.
She sends them a picture of the artifacts she currently had. If they were the ones that were missing, she would ship them to them. She checks a few more letters she got and sends them emails with the information she either needs or has them clarify what the artifacts looked like.
Afterward, she goes curls up under a blanket on her sofa and watches a movie. With the way the weather was, she didn’t feel like going out anywhere, unless she had to. She was just thankful that the tribal council was taking a more active role in the immigrant situation. As long as the immigrants were on Native American land, there was nothing border agents or Federal agents could do, unless the tribal police call them.
She knows there is going to be blow back for what she did, but it had to be done. Cora snuggles deeper under her blanket and enjoys the movie.
“That should do it, Cora.” George looks at Cora as she finishes loading a bunch of firewood on the sled.
The snowstorm they had on the reservation had made it impossible to travel by car. All the roads were covered in deep snow, and even her Jeep was having trouble with the terrain. She was outside helping George with the firewood she brought back through the mystical corridors.
When she put on her mask, it covered her in a new suit suited for the cold weather. Right now, she wasn’t wearing her mask, but normal clothes.
“Okay.” Cora makes her way to George. She told him everything she had been up to lately.
He agreed that there would be blowback for her actions, but with the way the reservation was now. No one was going to be coming after her. She gets in on the passenger side of her Jeep, and George gets in on the driver’s side.
It was a good thing they left the jeep running. It was nice and warm inside the jeep. George looks at Cora “are you ready, kiddo?”
“Let’s get this wood over to Henry and Willow.” Cora sits back and relaxes as George drives.
George knew all the roads and tracks on the reservation better than anyone else. So, it wouldn’t take long to make their way to people. They have been delivering blankets, heaters, food, wood, and water to different people since five this morning.
She had to use her mask a few times to help find the road, but once she did. George kept them on it. She had her mask with her, just in case she needed it. She watched as George drove and munches on some dried deer meat.
“Do you think the weather will be this bad tomorrow, George?” Cora looks over toward George.
“The weatherman at channel twenty-seven thinks so.”
“What do you think?” Cora trusted George more than she did some weatherman on television.
“I think we’ll have to shelter down and survive for the next few days.” George had a bad feeling that this was going to get worst.
“I was afraid you were going to say that.” Cora didn’t like what she was feeling.
For the next three hours, they make their way to several homes dropping off the supplies and checking on people. Cora felt she would need to
check up on some of the families during the week and bring more supplies with her.
After dropping off everything and helping a few families, they make it back to George’s place and park the jeep under the carport, next to one of the SUVs Cora kept from guys who kidnapped George and worked him over. She had a nice collection of vehicles.
Before they get out of the jeep, Cora looks at George “are you okay with me staying here with you? I could always just stay at my place.” Cora’s trailer wasn’t too far from George’s place.
“You know I don’t mind you staying at my place. It will be nice having company during this storm.”
“Okay, lead on, old man.” Cora exists from the Jeep.
George chuckles as he exits the Jeep and starts walking towards his place. He knew Cora was behind him as they made their way to the front door. He opens the door and walks inside. He doesn’t bother to lock his place up.
Cora closes the door behind her as she enters the foyer area. She starts removing all her cold-weather gear. She hangs her jacket up and leaves her gloves and beanie to dry. Once all her cold weather gear was hanging up, she follows George into the kitchen and takes a seat on a bar stool. She watches him put a kettle onto a hot plate and heat up some water.
While the water was heating up, George takes out everything he needed to make stew. He puts all the ingredients into an old crockpot to cook. He turns around to look at Cora “I was just thinking, Cora. You might want to consider finding a successor to wear the mask after you are gone.”
“What’s bringing this on?’ Cora was curious why George would bring this up.
“Because of situations you have gotten yourself into. I know you are doing what the spirits want you to do, but one day you might get into a situation beyond your control.” George turns to look at Cora as he says that.
“True, but right now I’m doing okay. I know you are worried about me, but I’m also learning more about what the magical nature of the mask is capable of. It took Wolf himself to show me a few tricks that the mask could do.”
That statement piqued George’s interest. He had heard rumors that Wolf was among their people, but he has never met him.
“Are you sure it was Wolf, instead of Coyote pretending to be him?” George knew Coyote was known to play pranks and tricks on people.
Cora raises her right hand “I swear it was Wolf himself. He was helping his daughter, Amy.”
That raised an eyebrow on George’s face. He didn’t know Wolf had a human daughter. The last relative Wolf had was centuries ago.
“I swear, George. Wolf showed me a few tricks about the mask, and I have been working with his daughter. That’s why the mask has changed shape. It no longer looks like the mask I received from the spirits.” Cora had been surprised when it changed.
George hadn’t realized the mask had changed appearance. He thought it has always looked like it does now. He looks at Cora “you better tell me again what you and Wolf have been up too.”
“Okay.”
Cora shivers as she powers up the backup generator. The one George normally used had used up all its fuel and they were on the second one. The second one used propane to fuel it. The first one used cooking oil.
When she hears it kick on, she makes her way back inside George’s place. She shakes the snow off her weather gear as she takes it off.
“Alright, the second generator is purring like a kitten.” Cora looked at the other people they had brought back to George’s place.
The three families they brought back, roofs collapse from the weight of the snow piled up on them. So, George had offered to let them stay with him and her. She checked her place while she was out and everything was fine at her place.
“Thanks, Cora. We’ll have hot tea in a few minutes.” Marianne was in the kitchen along with another woman.
Marianne and Keisha were fixing tea and coffee in the kitchen now that they had power back. Keisha had made some biscuits for everyone and cooked up some buffalo gravy to go with them.
“Alright, Marianne and thanks.” Cora walks towards George’s home office and knocks on the door frame before heading inside.
George looks up from his laptop when he hears the knocking sound. A smile appears on his weathered old face “I take it, everything went fine?”
“Yeah, the second generator is purring like a kitten.” Cora walks into George’s office and sits down in an old high-back chair.
“That’s good. Have you thought about what I suggested?” George figures Cora might want to think about a replacement, should something happen to her.
“I have and I have mediated about it as well. I think now isn’t the right time to consider a replacement. I have a feeling that the spirits have more for me to do and learn.” Cora had a feeling, that the spirits had more for her to do.
“I have always taught you to go with your feelings. If the spirits have more for you. Then, listen to them.”
“I will and you know I appreciate your advice, friendship, and teaching.” Cora smiles at George.
“I do.” George was proud of what Cora has accomplished since she has been chosen by the spirits.
The Next few Weeks:
The snowstorm that had blanketed the reservation has made it impossible for anyone to move around for almost two weeks. After everyone managed to dig themselves out and life started returning to the reservation. George and Cora visit everyone to see if there is anything they could do.
While Cora did that, she also made arrangements for the artifacts she recovered to be returned to their proper owners or tribes. For the ones that are never claimed, she does research to find which tribes or cultures they belong to and try to have them return.
She also learns more about her mask as well. She gets visited by the Fox spirit and is taught more about what her mask is capable of. She knew she needed to know more about the gifts the spirits gave her.
Cora screams as she jumps out of the plane and falls towards the Earth. She felt alive and the trill was amazing. She couldn’t believe that she had been afraid to do this. She was glad that she let her friends Carter and Mia talk her into learning how to use a wingsuit. She had the necessary training time under her for parachute jumping and now she was enjoying her lessons in wingsuit gliding. Cora follows her friends and instructors and pull her chute when they do.
When she lands beside them on the ground “God! That was freaking amazing guys.”
“So, I take it that you really enjoy it then?” Carter was looking at the big smile on Cora’s face.
“You bet. I want to go again.” Cora was all geared to do some more glide time in the suit.
Carter just laughs “sorry Cora. That’s all the time we have for today and we didn’t bring your spare chute either.”
“Darn!” Cora snaps her fingers as she follows Carter and Mia back to the hangar where he operated out of.
“So, what are your plans for the rest of the week?” Carter puts his parachute down. He’ll repack his chute later.
“Let’s see. I have work this afternoon at the leather shop and my part time job at the pizza store during the day.” Cora hated her job at Olive garden. They kept her in the kitchen washing dishes. They had a religious group come in one day and complain about her being a waitress.
How they found out she was a male under her clothes she had no idea.
“Are you free next Saturday? We could do more than one jump if you’re up to it?”
“Next Saturday? I think I have the day off from work, so sure.” Cora hopes she could hold out that long on her jobs. The Olive garden job sucked and she really did hate it. The job at the leather and bondage shop only paid her minimal wage.
Cora strips out of her flight suit and put it away neatly in her beat-up Ford Escort. The car may look like crap, but her and a few friends suped-up the engine, suspension, braking system and transmission.
“Have fun at work tonight.” Carter waves at Cora as she drives off.
She would really like a job where she didn’t have to work and enjoy life. She stops at the local store and buy a Pepsi, 1 Golden ticket, 1 50X the money and 1 Mystery Crossword. When she scratches them. She couldn’t believe she won all three top prizes for each scratch off.
That was a total of three million dollars she just won in one night.
Since she needs to go down to the regional office to claim the prizes. She puts the tickets in a safe place in her car. Cora heads towards the leather and bondage store to work her shift tonight.
She pulls into her normal parking space and walks inside “hey Arnold, have you been busy today?”
“Nope, it’s been kind of slow. Craig wants you to put the new inventory up tonight if you’re not too busy. It just came in just before you got here.” Arnold didn’t want to put the inventory up, so he left it for Cora.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” Arnold walks out the back door after clocking out.
“See you.” Cora counts the money in the cash register and makes sure there were seventy-five dollars.
After counting the register and helping a few customers. She starts putting away the new inventory that came in. She hears the bell over the door ring.
“I’ll be with you in a minute.” Just as Cora was heading to the front. She gets jumps by someone from behind. She tries to break free from their grip, but isn’t successful.
She feels a needle stuck in her neck and the next thing she knows, her body started going numb and she blacks out.
She comes around later and find herself strip naked and hanging by her bound wrist.
“Well, looks like our little freak is awake.” One of the kidnappers comes walking over to Cora as she hangs in the middle of the room with her arms stretch high above her head.
“What should we do with this freak?” Another person comes walking in with a riding crop in their hand over towards Cora.
Cora tries to scream, but she had a ball gag held in her mouth. The second kidnapper walks over and smacks her hard across her abdomen twice. He leaves bright red whelps across Cora’s body.
The first kidnapper grabs a whip hanging on the wall and snaps it at Cora’s groin area hitting her hard there. Cora tries screaming again, but is unable to because of the ball gag. For the next twelve hours, the two kidnappers have their ways with Cora.
They cut her, beat her, shove sex toys they had stolen from the store up inside her body. They take a baseball bat to her groin area several times. They break her toes, fingers and hand. Cora passes out from the pain and beating. She no longer feels anything except pain.
The kidnappers pull Cora’s batter abused bloody body down from the hook they had hanged her from. They check her for a pulse, but couldn’t detect one.
“What do you want to do with her?”
“We can take her out to the desert and let the coyotes have her body.” The second kidnapper figure if they drop her out at their normal area.
The coyotes would get rid of the body for them.
They wrap her body up in plastic and carry her out to the truck they had brought her in. They drive throughout the night towards the desert. By morning the two men dump her body out in the Mohave desert and then leave.
Cora manages to open one of her eyes and felt the pain all over her body. She couldn’t move her body or her arms. It was extremely hot out and she was so thirsty. She doesn’t know how long she has been out, but her skin was lobster red. She passes out and hopes death claims her soon.
George Running Eagle was out horseback riding when he comes across a naked bloody body wrapped in clear plastic. He had seen it trying to move, but stopped after a few seconds. He walks over towards the body and notices how beaten and bloody it looked.
George pulls his cell phone out and calls for an air ambulance to be sent out to his location right away. He informs the 911 operator of their GPS coordinates so the helicopter will find them. The helicopter lands and George goes with it. His horse knew the way home.
When they get to the hospital, Cora is rushed into surgery right away. For several hours, she is operated on. Her kidnappers had done a lot of internal damage and external damage to her body. George was worried that her spirit may have been broken as well. He could feel how broken she felt.
After the operation, she is taken to a private room to recover. George stays with her and watches over her body. They had to put her in a medical induced coma to allow her body to heal. Weeks pass and her body heals, but her spirit doesn’t heal. She was unresponsive and trapped inside her mind from the emotional and physical abuse she had suffered.
George knew there was nothing the hospital could do to get her to return to normal. There was something he could do. He sneaks her out of the hospital and takes her to an ancient Navajo spot. Where the medicine men of his tribe have taken trouble souls to reunited with their bodies. He gets her to relax and trust him as he starts the ritual. He throws some herbs and other ingredients into a fire as a huge smoke cloud raises up surrounds them. Cora breathes in the smoke and as she does she collapses onto the ground. The sound of George’s voice disappear as Cora finds herself standing on the edge of a cliff and surrounded by darkness.
“What brings you here my child?”
Cora looks around from where the voice came from.
“Behind you.”
Cora turns around and see a black fox with a white spot on its head and chest. Its eyes were white as well.
“I don’t know. I am scared and frighten all the time now.”
“So, you have come because you are scared and frightened?”
The Fox walks closer to her and looks at her spirit. Images of what had been done to this two-spirit child appears. It could feel the hatred and anger that clings to this child’s spirit from her attackers.
“Are you going to let their anger and hatred install fear into you or are you going to face their anger and hatred and send it away from you? It clings to your spirit like a parasite installing fear and pain. Your spirit is like the eagle and myself you are meant to be free and courageous. Do not let the fear or pain of what you went through kill your spirit. Use it to be forged into a weapon to avenge those who have hurt you and others like you. Be their weapon against those people. Show them you are stronger than they are and make them see the path they are on, only leads to death for them.”
The darkness that surrounded them disappeared and is bright and sunny with a clear blue sky and a bright sun shining overhead. The cry of several eagles could be heard as one comes and lands next to the fox Cora has been speaking with.
“Jump my child.”
The voice had come from the Eagle this time.
Cora steps to the edge and looks down. All she saw was emptiness.
“Fly again my child. Fly like the eagle and the sparrow. Fly and be free.”
Cora jumps off the cliff. The next thing she feels is the feeling she experience when she was soaring among the clouds like she did before. The same enjoyment and excitement she felt when she jumped out of the airplane and fell to earth in her squirrel suit.
Cora wakes up and finds herself laying on her back and looking up into the morning sky. Laying on top of her chest was a large eagle feather.
She turns her head to the right and notice a Native American medicine man watching her.
“You have return to us Night Fox. How do you feel?”
Cora sits up and thinks about his question.
“I feel reborn and whole again.” She picks the feather up off her lap and look at it.
“The spirits have blessed you and given you a task.”
“How do you know?”
“Look behind you.”
Cora looks behind her and sees a black suit, boots and ancient Native American weapons laying near it. There was a silver choker with the shape of a fox head in the middle of it. There was a pair of silver cuff bands next to it. They had the image of the eagle on them. The fox head had white eyes with silver surrounding it.
“These eyes look just like the fox spirit I was talking with.”
Cora had picked up the choker and was holding it in her hand. The band itself was only an inch wide. The whole thing looked to be made of silver. She manages to open it and slide it around her neck. Once she locks it around her neck, she could felt a warmth coming from it. she tries to take it off, but it doesn’t unlock any more. The catch has sealed itself and now the choker was secure around her neck.
Cora looks over towards George “I can’t get it off. It won’t come unlock.”
“The spirit that gave you that choker doesn’t want you to forget your task or the fact that it is looking over you. You are now one with it.”
“Will that happen with the cuffs as well?”
“No, I don’t think it will. Why don’t you go ahead and get dress? We can head back to my place and get some food in you.”
Cora hadn’t realized she had been naked. She notices that the hospital had gone ahead and made her a woman. She was thrilled that she no longer had a male’s plumbing, but a girl’s.
“George, did the hospital make my breast bigger?”
“Nope, the spirit did. You might want to look at yourself when we get to my house. You no longer look exactly like you did. Whoever tried to kill you, did a number on your face so you couldn’t be identify. They even went so far to poured acid on your hands so you couldn’t be identified by your palm or finger prints.”
Cora finishes putting the new clothes left for her on. The one-piece suit felt like it was made of silk, but tougher and hugged her curves. It was like wearing a second skin. It covered her whole entire body up to the base of her neck. The boots and belt where made of leather and were as black as the body suit she was wearing. The boots came up mid-calf on her small legs. There was no doubt that these clothes were meant for a person her size. The belt buckle was silver with an eagle made of moonstone in the center of it. There was a matching leather pouch that held several small obsidian knives and one bigger one that had an antler handle in a leather sheath. There was a fine crafted knife in there as well that had a buffalo bone handle. She straps that onto her body along with the other knife.
She looks at the other weapons still laying on the ground. There was a quiver of hand crafted arrows with obsidian arrow heads and eagle feathers for fletching. There was a spear for her that had an obsidian head to it and two tomahawks with obsidian heads on them.
“It looks like the spirits have been helpful to you.” George stands up and walks over to Cora.
“It would appear they have given me the weapons they want me to use. The thing is, I don’t know how to use them.”
“I think I know the right people to teach you how to use them and other skills you will need in your hunt for those responsible for others like you.”
“I just wish this suit had wings like my squirrel suit did.”
Cora arms move to her side and press against her rib cage and thigh. When she could move her arms again, there was a wing in the space that use to be empty. A smile appears on her face as she realized that the spirits had thought of everything for her. She closes her arms and squeeze them to her side which released her wings as it folded back into her suit.
“Oh, I’m so going to enjoy using these glide wings.”
George escorts Cora back to where he left the horses tied up. They wouldn’t go any further into the area he went when he brought Cora. Cora climbs up into the saddle like she has been doing it for years and ride back towards Georges house. It took them three hours to ride to Georges house. Cora notices it was a modern house that blended in with its environment. As if it had been formed instead of built where it stood.
“Nice house.”
“Thanks. I designed it myself.”
Cora climbs down off the horse and take him to the pasture to run free and drink some water.
George leads the way into the house. The place had a rustic feel to it. There were pictures up on the wall that had people that went back several generations. Cora stops to look at one that had an old US Marshal’s badge in it.
“You had some ancestors that use to be a US Marshal?”
“Yep, that is my great, great, great, grandmother. F.M. Miller. She was the first female marshal to work the Indian territory along with Deputy Marshall Ben Campbell who she traveled and worked with a lot. The next one down from her is my great, great, great Uncle Chris Madsen. He made a name for himself out in the lawlessness of the Indian territory.
“Wow, so where is this mirror?”
“In here.”
George was waiting in a spare bedroom.
Cora walks in and looks at herself in the mirror. George wasn’t joking when he said she didn’t look like herself any more. There were some features of her former face she could make out, but other than that it was totally different. She looked more Native American now with her skin being as darker as it currently is. Her amber color eyes were brighter than they use to be. Her straight black hair needed to be brushed, but it touched her shoulders.
“What did you guys do to my face?”
“We had to rebuild most of the bones under your skin, Cora. Your attackers wanted to make sure you couldn’t be identified. Whoever attacked you, wanted you dead. The police went to the area where I found you and found four more bodies that had been dumped there to die. If I hadn’t stumbled upon you. I fear you would had died from your wounds.”
“Do the police have any leads?”
“Not much actually. All that is known is the victims are from the LGBT community. Someone is targeting lesbians and transgender women.”
“Then I guess that is where I need to start looking. I need to stake out the places you would find them. That’s where our kidnappers would be looking. Do you know what city most of these people came from?”
“Not off the top of my head, but I have a friend on the police that is investigating this matter. I could find out from him.”
"That would give me a starting point."
Cora turns to look at her new body in the mirror.The suit really made her look slim. She was going to need transportation. She couldn't go around riding a horse every where.
“I need to get my car so I can follow these people.”
“Where did you leave it?”
“It should still be at my work. What day is it and how long was I in the hospital?”
“Friday and you were in the hospital for a month and a half. Your car could have been towed and sold by now.”
“I doubt it, but let’s go and make sure.”
“After I get some food in you first. You haven’t been eating like you should while you were in the hospital. We had to put you on a liquid diet to get anything in you.”
“Okay.”
Cora watches as George makes her something to eat. It wasn’t much, but it would hold her over.
“Move it Cora.” Two Bear was chasing after Cora as they ran an obstacle course that had been constructed for her training.
Marcus Two Bear and Josephs Kicking Dog were two modern day Navajo warriors that George knew who could help train her in ancient weapons the spirits had given her. George and she had managed to get her car, purse and the winning tickets she had hidden and cashed them in. She paid the taxes on the money and donated three quarters of it to the tribe to help build homes for other tribal members.
George and some of his relatives helped pack up her apartment and anything she didn’t need. She either sold or gave to the local Good Will store. She moved onto the reservation and was living in a 2007 Airstream trailer on George’s property. She had to buy a used 2008 Ford F450 Dually Pickup to tow her trailer.
Even tho she looked at her reflection when she got to George’s house two nights ago. She never examined how much of a change her face underwent. George wasn’t kidding when he told her she didn’t look like she used to. You would have to have a computer image of her old looks to see any of her old facial features. Her face looked more Native American now. Her eyes were what unnerve people now. Her eyes were a brighter shade of amber with a slight redness to them.
Cora could hear Two Bear behind her and didn’t want to get caught by him again. She moves faster as she went through the obstacle course. It was setup to be as difficult as possible.
The first few times she went through the course and fail. Two Bear and Kicking Dog made her jog with a full backpack of rocks for ten miles. Each time she failed the course they would add additional ten miles to the jog. Each day she had a different training lesson. She started off with tracking and ambushing to using the glider wings on her new suit.
Kicking Dog was airborne trained and was familiar with the squirrel suits and was increasing her training in the use of it with her new suit. The suit provided the surface area she needed to glide and land without a chute. She just had to be careful when she landed. Two Bears wife had tested the thread of the suit and found it to be some sort of special spider silk weave. It felt smooth to the touch and was very flexible. She had to hand wash the suit to clean it. When Two Bear and Kicking Dog trained her with the spear, arrows and tomahawks, they were gentle at first and afterwards their training got faster and deadlier. Kicking Dog made her a special modern compound bow for her arrows that could be broken down and put back together in less than five minutes. The bow itself was made of carbon fiber and had a 100lbs of draw to it. Kicking Dog started her off on a 50lbs draw bow and moved her up gradually to a 100lbs. She was fast and accurate with her shooting.
The knife and tomahawk fighting was the hardest for her, because she never used a bladed weapon before. Several friends of Kicking Dog and Two bear joined in the training of her hand-to-hand knife fighting and tomahawk training. When she wasn’t training, she was investigating the murders of the four bodies that had been found where she had by George. George had managed to get her what his police friend had so far. All they managed to do was make cast of tire marks and retrieve the bones of the four other bodies they had found at the site. Two of the bodies had been identify as missing person who had been filed by their life partners. The other two bodies were male skulls that had a lot of damage to their face and haven’t been identify.
Cora had gone and visited a few nightclubs frequent by transgenders like herself and support group centers to see if anyone had been missing lately. She struck out at both places. The adult toy store she worked at had a camera inside the store, but it never worked right. As she was standing outside a restaurant that many gays, lesbian and transgender frequent.
A young woman approached her “Ms., why are you looking for those people?”
“Because, if I don’t care about them, then who will?” Cora was looking at the young woman.
“I might know one of them, ma’am. She is a friend of mine.” Gail has been worried about Helena. She hadn’t been home for a month and half.
Cora pulls out a note pad and a pen.
“What can you tell me about your friend?”
“She hasn’t been home for a month-n-half and its unlike her not to check in with me.”
“When was the last time you talked to her or seen her?”
“Just before she left to come here. She was meeting some friends.” Gail was looking around to make sure no one heard her.
“Look, I’m not a police officer. I’m a private investigator.” Cora shows Gail her badge and identity card.
Her and George had talked about it and if she was going to be investigating the murders. She should have some sort of cover just in case.
That way she could cover her butt. So, she was register as a PI in Arizona, Utah, New Mexico and Colorado. She had a carry and conceal permit, but the spirits wouldn’t let her carry a gun. She found that out by accident when she touched Kicking Dog’s gun. It burned her hand.
Gail goes into detail of that night and what she looked like and any special marks or unique things about her. She even tells her about what she was wearing that night and sends some pictures to Cora’s cellphone.
“Did she own a car?”
“Yes, ma’am. It’s a 1998 Honda Accord. It is a tan color.”
“Okay, Thanks Gail.”
Cora watches as Gail walks off and head inside the club. She takes her camera out and takes a few pictures of the club and some of the patrons. A few people catch her eyes. They don’t really seem to fit in around the neighborhood. She takes a few pictures of them. She steps into the shadows and just watch what they do. Part of her training with Two Bear was learning how to blend in with her environment. Since she wasn’t dressed in her black jumpsuit. She needs to be careful dressed in her jeans and blouse. Two Bear taught her how to use the shadows to her advantage.
Occasionally, something or someone would catch her eye. She uses her camera to take a shot of them. She watches for some time and after a few hours she heads back to her beaten up looking Ford Escort. She may have a truck now, but her Escort blended in more with the neighborhood. She heads back to her Airstream on the reservation. George wanted her to meet someone tonight and she didn’t want to be late.
As she pulls up to George’s house. She spots five other cars and three trucks parked at his place.
“I wonder what is going on tonight?”
Cora parks her car next to George’s vehicle. She heads into the house and about ten people were there waiting on her.
“Cora, I would like for you to meet Smokey Mountain, Running Dove, Light Storm, Floating Cloud, Drunken Bird, and Floating On Air. They are the medicine men and women of the other tribal groups.”
“Hi.” Cora walks over to stand next to George.
“They wanted to see if what they saw was true. It seems the spirits let them know you were part of us now.”
“Well, I hope the spirits were nice about me.”
Cora felt uncomfortable under the gaze of some many wise men and women of the tribe.
“So, Night Fox. Is it true the spirits have given you a purpose to fulfill?”
Gray Cloud looks at the young girl he has been having spirit dreams of. She was being protected and guided by the Fox and Eagle spirit.
“Yes, they have given me a task to accomplish. They have also given me the tools they wish for me to use.”
“You have accepted what the spirits asked of you and are willing to do their bidding?”
“Yes, I have accepted their request and I am willing to do what is required of me.” Night Fox meant what she said.
Gray Cloud looks into her eyes and see the fox looking back at him. He has the feeling that she is meant to administer justice for what was done to her and to others like her. The fox spirit was going to make sure she administer the justice and was trained properly in order to accomplished it.
For the next few hours, Cora answers questions and allows the people gather to examine the gifts left for her. One medicine woman places a necklace around her neck and gives her two earrings with Eagle feathers made into them.
Night Fox watches as everyone leaves and than heads towards her Airstream to go through the pictures she took and see if anything was out of place.
Cora rubs her poor tired eyes as she takes a sip of her coffee. She’s been up most of the night looking at all the pictures she took earlier. There was something there that she was missing, but couldn’t spot it. She slips her jumpsuit on, her boots and the rest of her gear. Maybe a midnight run would do her some good. She walks out of her trailer and notice that all the lights inside George’s house were turned off. She starts jogging down the dirt driveway that lead to his house and turned right onto the main road that went right by his driveway and jogged down the road.
There wasn’t anyone else out on the road and the sky was beautiful overhead. She could see a river of stars. Ever since she was visited by the spirits, she has found the night comforting to her. She continues for a mile or so and takes a side road that was barely used and continues onward. She continues to run till she gets to the spot where George found her. As she is standing there looking down at the spot where she had been laying. The air around her start to twirls and dust fills the area. When it clears, she starts seeing ghost images of the other bodies that had been found here. A ghost van drives up and two ghostly men get out and open the back of the van and dump her body out. As they began to shut the doors on the van, one of them drop something out of their pocket.
Cora could see the ghost image of the license plate. It was an Arizona plate CVK-4987 the van was an old ford cargo model. She walks over to where the item had been dropped and digs around with her hand, because it had gotten buried and pull it out of the dirt. It was some sort of key. As she held onto it, she started to see images of the place. It was a warehouse. She could see some images of the area around the warehouse. She tucks the key into a pouch on her belt and run back to her trailer. By the time she got back the sun was coming up. She had the day off from training, so she was going to use the time to chase down these leads the spirits gave her. She knew it was them giving her these leads to help her with her task. As she walks into her trailer, it struck her that there was a van that had peeked her interest. She rushes to her computer and goes through the collection of pictures she had taken and spotted what she was looking for. She zooms in the picture, but couldn’t tell who was driving, but there were two men.
She checks the license plate number, against the number the ghost image had given her and notice they were the same. She prints out the image with the license plate enlarged. She needed some way to run the plate number to see who they were. An evil smile appears on her face as she changes her clothes and races out of her trailer to her beat-up looking escort and drives to the nearest Utah DMV. She goes up to the counter and tell the clerk a story of how she had seen some van hit her poor car, but she managed to get the license plate number. She tells them she needs the information for her insurance company. She did show her Private Investigator license to prove she was helping the insurance company.
The clerk she was dealing with felt sorry for her and ran the plate number. She gives her a name and address. Cora thanks the clerk and leaves. She looks at the address and didn’t recognize it. She heads into the area near the clubs where the other people had been kidnapped from. She checks those areas and then places near them. That were about twenty minutes away from those locations. The kidnappers wouldn’t want to be to far from their hideout and risk being caught.
Cora drives around for nearly two hours, before she finds things from the images that matched. She parks her car somewhere safe and sneaks near to the place. She finds a door and checks the key to see if it fit and it did. She presses her ear against the door and she could machinery and people inside. She could go in now, so she’ll come back tonight and check the place out. She writes down the location and heads back to her car. As for the information she got from DMV, she goes and check the location out and finds it belongs to a junkyard. The place was busy with activities, so she’ll have to visit it at night. Then she stops and thinks about it. It’s a junkyard, why not do a little exploring now? She pulls her escort up into a parking spot and gets out and head inside. There was an old looking man behind the counter that looked like he was doing this, because he was bored at home.
“Hi, I was wondering if I could look around for some parts for my car. It’s a 96’ Ford Escort.”
“Are you looking for something in particular for your car?”
“Yes, I’m looking for some new seats for my car. The ones I have currently need to be replace.”
“Well, you can find them over in the left-hand side. If you need someone to pull them for you, just let us know.”
“Okay thanks.”
Cora walks out into the yard and discovered there were many cameras out in the junkyard. They were just near the entrance. Cora does some snooping and finds the van hidden. She checks the doors and finds the driver side unlock. She crawls inside the van and notice they had a metal grate separating the cargo area from the front. She unlocks the door and when she puts her hand down on the floor. She is overwhelmed with emotions from ever victim they had back here. There had to be at least fifteen women and transgenders they kidnapped and abused. She gets a feeling they were going to go out tonight hunting for their next victim.
Cora takes one of the small obsidian knives she was given and cuts all four tires, so they would have a slow leak in them. She also pops the hood and put a small leak in the radiator hose. They weren’t going anywhere tonight. Once she was satisfied with her work, she goes to look at the seats for her car, just for show. Her car seats were fine. She just needed an excuse to come into the junkyard.
“Did you see anything out there you liked?”
“Yes, but some of those seats will need streaming and covered. They weren’t the same color as my old ones. But thanks for letting me roam
around out in the yard.” Cora hides a smile as she walks out to her car.
She was coming back tonight and find out who the people were that was doing this. She starts her car up and heads back home to her trailer.
Once she is back inside her trailer, she takes a nice shower and set her alarm clock to wake her up later. She made sure her stuff was out and ready to put on before going to bed. She had two places she wanted to visit tonight. She makes sure to take her camera with her. Cora finally settles down enough to drift off to sleep.
George pulls up into his driveway and notices that Cora’s car was back in its parking space. He had gotten up early this morning and had looked out his window to see if she was up and noticed her car was gone. He had wonder where she had disappeared to. He also wondered if she has found any clues that was going to help her track down who took her and the other woman and killed them. He knew the spirits were looking out for her. He had seen it in a vision quest. He grabs the groceries he has and head inside to put them away. He hopes Cora won’t be getting in over her head.
George goes about taking care of the groceries and cleaning his place up some. He fixes some stew for himself and Cora.
Cora sits quietly in the shadows and watches the two men she had spotted going to the van she found earlier today. She takes several pictures of them. She smiles as they cuss about having four flat tires and blaming each other for not checking the area where their van was parked. She records them going out into the junkyard and picking another set that matches the bolt pattern of the van. That right there told her they either worked at the junkyard or owned it.
Between the two men, it only takes them forty-five minutes to change all four tires. They had used a portable air compressor, a heavy-duty floor junk and an air impact to switch out the tires on the van. This was just showing that these men worked here at the junkyard. She continues to watch them as they change the tires. Once they were finish, they back the van out of where it had been hidden. They head towards the back of the junkyard, through a back entrance that was hidden.
Cora discreetly follows behind them in her escort. She was going to need to get another vehicle to follow people in or on. She tries to keep from giggling as she watches as white steam cloud bellows out from underneath the hood of the van. The van was heading towards the night clubs where she spotted it before. The driver gets out and kicks the front tire. He bangs his fist on the hood of the van.
Cora notices that he resembles the guy that had tortured her the night she was kidnapped. When the passenger gets out, she didn’t recognize him. He was an unknown, but the other guy she remembers him clearly. He was the one that beat the living crap out of her and kicked her in her groin. She could kill both right now, but she wanted to know where they were taking their victim to torture them. She sits and watches as the driver pulls a cellphone out of his back pocket and talk with someone. The passenger had gotten out and lifted the hood of the van to see what had caused the van to overheat. She had her camera out and took pictures of them and the tow truck that had showed up to get them. It was a wheel lift type of tow truck and it had ABC towing in children blocks on the doors of the tow truck.
When the driver gets out, she immediately has a flashback of the second covered person. He was the second covered person that had tortured her and took great pleasure in it. She watches as he hooks the van up and the two-other people climb into the tow truck and drive off with the tow truck driver.
Cora follows them back to the building she had visited earlier in the day. One of the guys get out and run towards the building and goes inside.
A few seconds later, a garage door opens and the tow truck backs the van inside the warehouse. Cora waits as the garage door lowers down before getting out of her car and sprinting across the street. She slides under the garage door before it closes fully and finds a place to hide before the three men can spot her. She was wearing a watch on her wrist that was voice activated and took video in the dark with her.
“God dam it, Jerry! What is going on with the van tonight? First we have four flat tires and now we have two busted radiator hoses.” The big guy was looking at the other guy that had ridden with him.
“Look! I don’t know what is going on. All I do know is, the van ran fine the last time we kidnapped one of those disgusting she-males you love so much to torture. Why can’t you get over the fact your wife uses to be just like them?” Jerry was getting sick of Barry’s attitude.
Yes, he enjoyed the torturing and raping of the lesbians and she-males they kidnapped. He especially enjoyed the torturing of the transgenders and crossdressers. It was the way back to God’s path. They needed to repent their evil ways and come back to God.
The raping of the lesbians was to show that they were meant for men’s pleasure and to produce children. That was their place in life. To please men and produce children meant to carry on the man’s lineage. The lesbians went against that and loved other women like men. That was a sin against God.
“That dam bitch never told me it uses to be a man. If I had known it use to be a man, I would had killed it before I asked it to marry me.” Barry had to find out the hard way that the woman he had married use to be a man.
He had found some paper work and pictures belonging to the woman he thought he knew. When he confronted her, she admitted being the person he found. She had tried to explain to him that she should had been a girl at birth, but instead had lied to him. He had knocked her out with some drugs and taken her here and beaten her to death along with his brothers.
His brothers had helped him make it look like she had run off with another man. The church they belonged to made it their mission in life to make the gays, lesbians and transsexuals to see that their life style was against gods words.
Cora was finding this all interesting. She was recording this with her small camera, as well with her wrist watched she was wearing. She was paying attention to the tow truck driver. He had been silent and was working on the van.
“You’re going to need new hoses Barry. These hoses have been cut by something very sharp.” Tom had removed one of the hoses to look at it.
He saw how neatly the cut had been and how long it had been. The pieces on either side of the cut looked to be fresh.
“Who would had cut them?’ Barry looks at Jerry and Tom.
“I don’t know, but were losing our chance tonight to kidnap that one spic tonight. She’s leaving for L.A. tomorrow.” Jerry really wanted to get that Mexican crossdresser.
A Mexican had caused him to lose his job when the company he worked for shut their factory up here in the States and took their business to Mexico. The labor was cheaper and they could get away with a lot more. That spic was the son of one of the birthers that had come to the States and took his job.
“We’ll find you someone else to have fun with Jerry. There was a cute teenage lesbian couple I spotted that we can kidnap instead. We can keep them around for our pleasure for a while, till they learned their place.” Tom had liked the last ones they kidnapped. Between the three of them, they broke their spirits and sold them to sex traffickers.
“I’ll think about it. Right now, we need to figure out who cut our hoses and why we had four flat tires. Something doesn’t seem right.” Barry wanted answers to his questions.
“Look, we can figure that out tomorrow. Has anyone spoken to Governor Reese lately? He said that he wanted us to handle some business for him?”
“I haven’t heard back from Isiach yet. He said that he would contact us when he is ready to put the plan in motion. Until then, we are supposed to keep our activities on the down low. No one and I mean no one is to bother the Governor. Forget that you even know him. Isiach said any request or questions we have are to go through him.” Tom knew Isiach wanted to shield the Governor.
“So, we are supposed to stop having fun?” Barry didn’t want to stop having fun.
“Yes, until we find out who cut your hoses. You guys need to stop whatever you are doing. Put all your hobbies on hold till we hear from Isiach.
Also, did you get rid of the last tranny you brought back here?”
“No, it isn’t dead yet. We wanted to show our next person what they were looking forward to.” Barry wasn’t done with their current plaything.
Cora sneaks away from the guys that were talking. She looks around to see if she could find where they did their torturing at. After twenty minutes of looking around the warehouse she finally finds a locked room. She’s hoping this was the right room. There was a wash bin next to one wall. There was also a video camera pointing inside on the other side of a two-way mirror. She feels around and finds the memory card still inside the camera. She removes the memory card and slips it into one of her pouches on her belt.
She moves around to the door and picks the lock. She opens the door just a sliver and peeks inside. She notices a nude figure just hanging by their arms in the middle of the room. The person was hanging in the same spot of the room she had been tortured in. She listens for the three guys before sneaking in. She jams the lock, so the door can’t be locked behind her.
Cora moves quickly and lowers the person down that had been hanging. The person moans and whimpers some as Cora unties the rope from around their bloody wrist. She moves slowly and quietly as she leaves the torture room. What she wouldn’t give to burn this place down right now, but she can’t without giving herself away. She makes her way back up to the front where she originally came in and notices that the three guys were there anymore. She keeps to the shadows and listens for the men. The lessons she received were helping her. She sniffs the air, but didn't smell anything.
She picks up a pebble and tosses it out to see if anyone was there. Nothing happens as she waits before she moves quickly towards the door. She notices it was locked as she tries to open it. She unlocks it and disables the alarm, so not to set it off as she moves quickly out the door and over to her Ford escort. She lays the person she freed on the back seat and grabs a blanket from her trunk to cover them up. She gets in and heads to George’s place to see if he can help this person.
“How is she doing George?” Cora had waited to see how the person she rescued was doing.
“We need to get her to the hospital. I’ve managed to stabilize her and patch up a few of her wounds, but she needs a real hospital.” George couldn’t believe the condition the person was in when Cora brought her to him.
“Do we have enough time to drive her to the hospital?” Cora figure she could drive her.
“We need to get her there a little faster. I’m calling a friend of mine. She helped me with you.” George walks over to the house phone and calls
Katey’s private number.
Katey’s Place:
Katey was curled up on her sofa watching National Treasure: Book of Secrets. She was a big Nicolas Cage fan. She had several items that were signed for her by him. She had done some stunts in a movie he was making and afterwards she asked him to sign a few things.
Normally, it wasn’t permitted, but he didn’t mind for her.
She was sitting there enjoying a bowl of butter popcorn and the movie when her cellphone starts ringing. She reaches for her remote and pauses the movie. As she picks her cellphone up, she notices it was George.
“Hi George, what can I do for you this early in the morning?”
“Sorry for bothering you Katey, but I need your help. I have a badly injured person that needs to be airlifted to Kelrock Medical.” George wonders if Katey will do it.
“Why don’t you call the paramedics and have this patient taken there instead?” Katey knew George had a hospital near him.
“Because, she is in really bad shape and the hospital near me doesn’t have a person on staff that can take care of her injuries.” George knew the staff of the hospital near him.
Katey lets out a sigh “alright, give me thirty minutes and I’ll be landing in the field behind your house.”
“Thanks, Katey. See you in thirty minutes.” George knew he was going to owe her big time for this.
Katey hangs up and starts to get dress. She slips on a pair of tight blue jeans and T-Shirt that says come and fly the friendly skies! She heads towards the airport to get her own helicopter ready to fly to George’s place.
George’s Place:
George hangs up the phone and looks towards Cora.
"She coming to help. What are your plans?” George wonders what Cora was going to be doing while they fly the injured girl to the hospital.
“Visit our tow truck driver that was at the warehouse last night. I only have the first names of the people involve. I’m hoping that the tow truck company might be able to give me the name of the driver from last night and where he lives.” Cora knew the tow company and the first name of the driver already.
“Alright be careful.” George figures they might need Katey’s help beyond this. He’ll talk with her while in transit to the hospital.
Cora leaves George’s place and walks to her car and use her cellphone to find the towing business. According to her GPS unit, it was going to take her forty-five minutes to get to the towing business. She grabbed a t-shirt and blue jeans to cover-up her black bodysuit. She also put her long hair in a ponytail and put a baseball cap on. She heads towards the address.
Thirty Minutes Later:
Katey notice George’s pickup truck parked nearby as she lands her helicopter in a clearing behind George’s place. It’s not the first time she has used this same clearing to land her helicopter here before. She shuts the helicopter down and gets out to help George.
As she walks over towards George’s truck, she notices him open the tailgate.
“Here, let me help you.” Katey jogs over and notices a person laying in the truck bed secured to a backboard.
“Thanks.”
Katey takes one end of the stretcher and pulls it towards her as George takes the other end of the backboard. Between the two of them, they carry the person to Katey’s helicopter. Katey loads their person onto her helicopter. She makes sure the person is secure as she gets out and shuts the door.
“You mind telling me who that is and why we have to fly to Kelrock Medical.” As Katey climbs back into her helicopter.
“That is a victim of abused. Remember that one girl you airlifted out a few months ago?” George was looking at Katey.
“I remember. She was beaten badly. I didn’t think she would survive the trip. Are you saying you found another person like that?” Katey wonder why anyone would hurt another person like she had seen on the other girl.
“I didn’t, that girl you saved that day did. She’s out tracking down the ones responsible, while we take this one to the hospital.” George hopes Cora finds who she is looking for.
Katey starts her helicopter up and take off. She flies in the direction where Kelrock Medical was located.
ABC Towing:
Cora had followed the directions from her GPS unit to a tow yard. It had a single building with 10ft high chain link fence with razor wire on top with light poles spaced wide enough to light up the storage yard at night. She pulls up at the office and heads inside the office.
“Hi, my name is Brenda and I’m looking for Tom the tow truck driver.”
“He’s not here right now Brenda. He’s out on a run and should be back in about twenty minutes. Is there anything I can do for you?” Amy looks at the young Native American girl and wonder what she wanted with Tom. She didn’t look like the type he was into. She was petite and didn’t have D or double DD titties that Tom liked.
“I owe him some money for a job he did for me. He was nice enough to stop to change my tire. So, I told him when I got paid, I would stop by and pay him for doing that for me.”
“Well, you could leave the money with me and I’ll make sure he’ll get it.” Amy knew Tom always loved it when people gave him money. Maybe she could get him to buy her lunch.
“Okay.” Cora pulls sixty dollars out of her purse and make it look like she was looking for envelope to put the money in.
She looks back towards Amy “do you happen to have an envelope I could put the money in?”
“Sure.” Amy walks back to her desk and grabs one.
She walks back to the counter and hands it to Cora.
“Thank you.” Cora slides the money in and lick the flap to close it.
She looks up at Amy “do you happen to know what Tom’s last name is?”
“It’s Denton, Tom Denton.” Amy watches as this Brenda person wrote Tom’s name on the envelope and seal it.
“Here you go Amy, thank you.” Cora hands the envelope back to Amy.
“I’ll make sure he gets it.” Amy watches as Brenda walks out of the office.
Cora heads back to her car and wait for Tom to show up. Now she had his last name. She leaves the tow yard and park somewhere, where she could watch who comes in and out of the tow yard. While she was waiting and watching. She notices that they had at least four tow trucks that belonged to the company. The person she was waiting on finally showed up.
Tom Denton’s House:
She tails him all day long and when he goes home for the night. She follows him back to his place and wait for a while. Thirty minutes later, the two guys she saw last night show-up at his place. The two of them had arrived in the same car. It was a black 2015 Chevrolet Camaro RS.
Cora gets out of her car and makes her way to the house that Tom lived it. She could hear all three men talking about the missing tranny that had been hanging in the room. That someone must had free them.
They had started off accusing each other for freeing their play toy, but once their anger was under control. They wanted to find out who might know what they were doing.
Tom looks at the brothers “are you sure that tranny was tied up tight and hanging off the floor, when you left them?”
“I’m sure. That thing was beaten and weaken to much to do anything. We were going to finish that she-male off and grab us a few lesbians to
play with for a while. Once we got tired of them, we could send them to the breeding farm to produce babies for us. That way we wouldn’t need to import any girls from Mexico or China.” Jerry had no problem using their victims as baby factories.
“Well, if that tranny was secured, how did they get lose and where did it go?” Tom paces back and forth thinking.
Cora was listening intently. So, they were using lesbian and girls that were from other countries to breed babies. She slips her t-shirt and jeans off and put on her war paint. The first thing she does is smash the electric meter with her spear. Then she dives through a window ready to fight.
In the house:
Tom, Jerry and Barry were still trying to figure out where the tranny went, when the lights went out. Then they hear a crashing sound as something comes through a nearby window. They couldn’t see the figure, because one minute it was there and the next it was gone.
Barry screams as something sharp stabs him in his leg. He looks around, but couldn’t see anything.
Jerry was looking around and had his gun drawn. He heard his brother scream and the next thing he knew, he was falling forward towards the floor. Something hard had hit him on the back of his head. He heard another thump as his brother stopped screaming.
Tom was looking around trying to find whoever it was that was attacking them.
“I’m behind you.”
As Tom feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around, but no one was there. He feels another tap on his shoulder and turns back around to find who was messing with him. He doubles over when he feels some thing hard slammed against his stomach.
Cora grabs Tom’s head by his hair and lift his head up so he could look at her. She was wearing the face mask that she was given that night she was reborn. It was covering her face.
Tom was staring into the face of a fox. Its eyes were glowing an eerie reddish color.
“You must pay for the harm you have done to others. Your arrogance's and cruelness are no longer permitted to exist.” Cora raises her hand with the blade in it getting ready to stab him.
“Wait! I have information that might be helpful to you.” Tom was hoping if he could bluff his way out or at least get a chance to react. That he might be able to take this thing in front of him.
“Do the other men that are with you know this information?” She wasn’t using her normal voice. It came out more like a growl.
“They know some of it, but not all of it.” Tom knew more than Jerry and Barry about what was going on. They were only concerned about pleasing themselves and revenge.
“Fine! I’ll let you live for now, but if you don’t talk. You die.” Cora whacks Tom on the side of his head knocking him out.
She ties each of the men’s arms together. She carries them out one at a time and put them into the Camaro the brothers arrived in. She stuffs one in the trunk, another in the backseat and one in the passenger seat. She’ll have to come back and get her escort. She parks it somewhere safe and drive back to the reservation in the Camaro.
She leaves them tied up at the abandon Copper mine not far from George’s property. By the time they wake. The sun will be raising.
She heads back to her trailer to see if George was back from the hospital yet. She knew he will have some explaining to do about the injured girl.
“Wakey, Wakey my little rabbits.” Cora was standing in front of all three of the men she had captured and brought back to the copper mine.
Tom had told her everything she needed to know to go after Isiach Cage. She stands there dressed in her outfit with the ancient fox mask covering her face. She was watching as all three men started waking up. The hits she did last night to them weren’t too serious. She had retrieved her knife from Barry’s thigh last night. She treated and bandaged his wound caused by her knife.
Tom wakes up first and notices the person he spoke to last night standing in front of him. The person had a spear in their hand and there was a tomahawk hanging from their waist.
“You said you were going to let us live.” Tom wonders if this person was going to go back on their word.
“Oh, I am going to let you live. I promise I would, but I didn’t say how I was going to let you live. You see, with what you three did to your victims. I don’t think it’s fair that you shouldn’t somehow suffer a little. So, here’s the deal. It’s hundred and ten degrees’ right now and I placed a motorcycle for you to have twenty miles from here. Now, if you can survive and make it there. You can live.”
“How is that letting us live?’ Jerry was angry.
“Because I said I would let you live. Now, there are three of you and the motorcycle can only support one person. So, I will allow you to decide who is going to live. Oh, one more condition to this. You must walk to the motorcycle in the nude and no shoes. Plus, I am going to give you the same chance you gave your victims to make it fair.” Cora starts beating them with the blunt end of her staff, till they were black and blue.
She does break a few fingers and toes. When she is done beating them, she pulls her knife out and cut their clothes off and their shoes as well.
“Okay, who’s first?” Cora looks at each guy as they whimper from the beating she gave them.
“No one, well I guess. You’re going first.” Cora pulls Jerry up and force him to walk out of the cave. She cuts his zip cuff and give him a little push.
“Go!” She pokes him with the spear in the butt.
Jerry looks at her as he starts stumbling down the desert road. He was hurting all over from the beating he was given. He tries to move as quickly as he could, just in case the person changes their mind.
Cora watches till Jerry got to a certain spot she picked out to go and get the next person. Cora heads back into the cave and pulls Barry out. She drags his sorry ass out into the sunshine and cut his zip cuffs.
“Go!” As she stands there and watches him.
Barry turns around and looks at the person “you’re not serious, are you?”
“Yep, I sure am. Now, go.” She pokes him with her spear and force him to move along.
She watches as he stumbles down the road behind Jerry. She was waiting for him to get to the same spot Jerry had, before going to get Tom.
Once Barry approached the spot. She goes in and grabs Tom.
“You’re turn.” Cora drags his ass out of the cave and cuts his zip cuffs.
Tom just looks her and wonder who she was.
“Who are you?” Tom was rubbing his wrist.
“I’m Fox. Now, I suggest you go and join your friends if you want to live.” She pokes him with her spear.
Tom jumps away from the spear and winces as his broken toes send pain up his spine. He turns and starts walking. He could see Barry and Jerry ahead of him. Now, he had to decide, what he is willing to do in order to survive.
Cora stood and watched as all three men walked out into the desert. She was going to watch them and make sure they didn’t try to back track to the cave. She waits till they are some ways away before she starts following behind them. In the condition she left them in, they may die from their injuries before they reached the motorcycle she left for them.
She leaves her mask on as she follows them. She sees Tom catch up with Jerry and after about ten miles, they get into a fight. Tom ends up killing Jerry by smashing his head with a rock he found. Jerry did get a good hit in on Tom and after a while he drops to the ground.
Cora walks up to him and kneel next to him "I gave you my word I would let you live, but you decide to take your life and those of your victims. Now, you know how the people you, raped, beaten, torture felt now. Now, you get to go someplace I wouldn’t want to go. Oh, before you die. I want you to see my true face.”
Cora removes her mask and let Tom see her face.
“I’m one of your victims you left out in the desert to die, after you tortured and beaten me. I was the victim from the sex toy store.” She puts her mask back on.
Tom couldn’t believe that the tranny they tortured and beaten had survive. She had no pulse when they checked. They had wrapped her up in plastic and left her to die. He closes his eyes and takes his last breath.
Cora tracks down Barry and find him lying on the ground face first. She approaches carefully and kneels next to him. She checks his pulse and couldn’t detect one. She pulls one of her small knives out and poke him with it, but gets no response from him. Cora turns his body over and checks again to make sure he was dead. She walks the rest of the way and gets the motorcycle and head back to their bodies.
She ties their legs and drag their bodies to the pit she had dug earlier to bury them in. She should just leave them out in the desert for the coyotes and other critters to eat. Once their bodies are dumped in the pit. She fills it in and heads back to her trailer to plan how she was going to break into Isiach Cage place. He lived in a gated community and on the tenth floor of a condominium tower.
There was another building not too far away she could get to the top of. She could use her squirrel suit to glide the distances to the balcony of Isiach’s place. She could see if she can get George’s friend to take her up in a helicopter and glide down to that floor.
According to Tom, the governor was a pedophile and Isiach supplied kids for his pleasure. Isiach was also the one responsible for running the baby factory along with some doctor. He told her where the place was and gave her his access code. The thing is, she wanted to get Isiach first. Maybe she should go and check out the place to see how many women they had there, that they were using to produce babies.
Cora grabs her spear and heads back out to her motorcycle. She had gotten it from a friend of George’s. She hops on and heads towards the city. The building they were using for a baby factor was in an old warehouse. It takes her forty-five minutes to locate the place. She parks her motorcycle nearby and heads towards the door that Tom had told her about and use his code to get in. All around her looked like a normal warehouse. She looks around and finds a concealed door and uses the code again to get inside the place. There was a small office and then she finds several delivery rooms and as she goes deeper into the place. She finds an open space with over fifty hospital beds with women of various ages and races hooked up to machines. All of them were in various stages of pregnancy.
She moves quickly and find some private rooms. Inside one room was a ten-year-old blonde hair girl that looked to be pregnant. She picks the lock and sneak in. she moves to the girl’s side quickly and cover her mouth with her hand.
“Don’t scream. I’m here to help you.” She removes her hand.
Tiffany looks at the person with a fox face mask. She was scared when she felt a hand cover her mouth, but the voice that spoke to her was a girl’s voice.
“What is your name?”
“Tiffany Jenkson.” Tiffany was watching the fox person in front of her.
“Well, Tiffany. Can you tell me who did this to you?” Cora held Tiffany’s hand.
She shakes her head yes “my grandfather did this to me. He put a baby inside of me and said it was time for me to produce a child for him.”
Tears started running down from her eyes.
“Where’s your mother?” Cora tries not to get angry, but she was having a hard time controlling her temper.
“She’s out there with the others. She going to have a baby and with the other women.” Tiffany wanted her mother.
Cora hears some noise just outside the door she came through. It starts to open and a huge guy in a security uniform sticks his head in. He had his gun drawn. Cora takes her spear and smacks the guys wrist as hard as she could. She hears the bones crack as her spear blunt end connects with his wrist.
Donald had heard voices coming from ward 1 and was surprised to find the door unlocked. He had pulled his gun out and the next thing he felt was something hard hitting his wrist. He heard the bones in his wrist crack as pain shot up his arm.
Cora spins her spear and shoves the blunt end into the man’s stomach. Cora manages to push him back as far as she could. She whacks him again on his right arm and then sweep his legs out from under him.
Donald couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He tried to defend himself against someone wearing a fox mask. By the time he reacted, the figure would hit him somewhere else. Now he was looking up the figure with a spear pointed under his chin.
“Now, how many of you are on duty right now?” Cora had her spear pointed at his neck.
“There are six of us working tonight.” Donald was on patrol and came in to check on the little girl. The women he didn’t care about, but the girl
shouldn’t have to go through what she was going through at her age.
“Where are they?”
“Two are in the control room, the others are patrolling the other floors.”
Cora knocks the security guard out and zip tie his hands behind his back. She drags him back into the room.
“Tiffany, I need to take care of the other guards. Please stay here till I come back for you.” Cora hugs Tiffany and leaves.
She goes and start taking out the other guards. She finds one having sex with one of the ladies that was pregnant, and it didn’t look like she was enjoying it. She knocks him out and cuts his penis and testicles off. She packages the wound. She pulls the fire alarm after she gets the address of the doctor from one of the guards.
The fire trucks and police show-up. Cora does go and gets Tiffany and put her with her mother. When the police come in, she disappears from sight after leaving a note for them. She was ready to kill the doctor. She heads towards his place, after calling George and informing him that he might be called in. She tells him everything she found. She tells him the Doctor that is involve with this baby factory.
She listens as he tells her not to do anything. He would handle that problem.He also suggested that it might be best for her to come home and they will talk about the other problem. She closes her cellphone and heads home instead.
Cora had driven back to George’s place later that night. As she guessed, he wasn’t home. So, she goes back to her place and slips out of the clothes the spirits gave her. She hangs the mask on the hook carefully, so it doesn't get damage. Cora knew the mask was extremely old and hand made.
She steps into the shower and let the hot water cascade down her petite form. There were still scars on her body to remind her of why she was doing this. The spirits had given her a second chance to right the wrongs done to others like herself and to the innocents. She just lets the hot water cleanse her body, along with her spirit. She scrubs her body with the herbal body wash one of the ladies of the tribe made for her.
She still finds it weird that the spirits had chosen her to right the wrong done to others. Her and George had talked about what she saw when they restored her spirit and mind. Why she had two different spirit entities watching and guiding her. She had the Fox spirit inside of her that allows her to be the one to play tricks and move as swiftly as she does. The Eagle or War Eagle as she found out from George. It was associated with warriors and courage in battle. The Eagle was giving her the courage to be fearless and do what was necessary to win.
She turns the shower off and dry off, before heading to her bedroom and slipping on a pair of shorts and a camisole. She walks outside and just stand there looking up at the stars in the sky.
“Thank you, for giving me a second chance.” She closes her eyes and just breath in the night air.
Cora centers herself and reaches down into the Earth feeling for the spiritual energies George told her that existed. She could feel everything around her. The fox nearby out hunting, A group of coyotes out prowling, just on the edge of her awareness. The rattle snake moving and the bobcat chasing after a jackrabbit. She could feel where they were compare to her location. She slowly exhales as goosepimples form on her arm. She slowly disconnects from the Earth and slowly breath in. She’ll need to speak to George’s friend tomorrow to see if she can help her.
Dropping from her helicopter and gliding in on her squirrel wings to the balcony of the condo where Isiach lived, was the best way to enter his place.
It was something she had never tried before. However, according to a few YouTube video’s and her instructor, it could be done. She smirks, as an image of Batman Beyond pops in her thoughts. It would be just like the way he would do it, except she didn’t have the rocket boots. She heads inside and take another look at the images of the building the condo was located.
Katey:
Katey couldn’t believe how many women had been purposely impregnated to have babies. She had read news articles, but she had never encounter anything like this. Why would someone do something like this to another human being? She watches as her partner on this flight made sure all the women she was transporting to nearby hospital were secure before taking off. She's been informed that there had been thirty women total in that warehouse.
The doctor responsible for impregnating the women were using semen from a local fertility clinic he owned as the donor semen. The only exception was the ten-year-old girl, who had been impregnated by her grandfather. He was using her to father a child for the family, so the family name would continue after his death. The sick bastard even used his own daughter to carry his child. He didn’t want her to inherit any of the family money at all.
“We’re all set Katey. Everyone is secure.” Ralph takes his place in the co-pilot’s seat.
Ralph has been assigned as her co-pilot. Which was fine with her, because he wanted to learn how to fly helicopters. Since she had an instructors license, she could teach him when they went up together. Ralph watches Katey as she lifted off the asphalt they had land on and up into the air.
“You make it seem so easy, Katey.” Ralph liked flying with Katey. She was easy to get along with and didn’t mind explaining things over if you didn’t get it the first time.
“It is, once you get the hang of it. I love being able to fly like the birds and soaring above the clouds.” Katey remembers the first time she flew solo. She was nervous, but she had enjoyed it immensely.
“Well, I can’t wait till I can fly on my own. It’s fun flying with you, but you are crazy at times.” Ralph hadn’t liked it when she did nap of the earth flying. She scared him with those; which she would normally do in her own chopper or when she did her crazy stunts either.
“Wait till you join the service, Ralph. They will teach you a lot of different combat moves for your helicopter.”
“Is that where you learned how to do your stunts?” He looks over at her.
“Yes and no. Some of them I did, but the rest I learned when I was a kid. I learned from some old timers that liked showing off. I grew up around helicopters and jet fighters. I’ve meet some of the best pilots, from just hanging at the airfield.” Katey spotted the hospital these batch of ladies were heading too.
“Do you want to land us?” Katey looks at Ralph.
“If it was just us, my answer would be yes. However, since it isn’t, I rather you did the landing.” Ralph didn’t want to botch it or scared the ladies any more than they were.
Katey comes in and gently land her helicopter. There wasn’t even a light bump as she landed. A group of nurses and hospital staff rushes forward to take the women. Once they were clear, she headed back towards the airfield for the night. As she is flying, she receives a text from George asking her to stop by his place tomorrow afternoon, please.
Once she lands at the airfield, she texts back she would.
“Alright, Ralph. Let’s do our after-flight check list and get her fuel up for the next pilot tomorrow.” Katey wanted to make sure the helicopter was in good condition for the morning crew tomorrow.
Her Ralph were taking her personal helicopter up tomorrow morning. She was doing a gig for a radio station as their eyes in the sky traffic person. She stands by and watches as Ralph goes through the checklist and mark things off. They get the fuel truck to come by and refuel the helicopter. Once everything was done to her satisfaction. They secure the copter and call it a night.
Katey stops at a subway and grabs a foot long sub to take back home with her. She didn’t feel like cooking tonight. She wonders what George wanted to talk to her about. She’s noticed he’s become a little more secretive, since that night out in the desert. She pulls into her garage and heads into the house and check her messages. Her eye brows raise when she hears her cousin Bart’s voice. He wanted to know if she’ll be available for Thanksgiving Dinner at his ranch. He can’t promise a gourmet meal, but the food will be decent enough.
She takes her cellphone out and send him a yes. She also texts him to send her what time the meal will be, so she can be there a few days ahead of time to help. After sending the text, she sits down on the sofa and watch her favorite movie.
Cora couldn’t believe she was about to try something so dangerous as jumping out of a helicopter and landing on the balcony with her squirrel suit. She had done a couple of test jumps before she decided to do this one, to see if she could do it. The first few times she crashed and burned. The suit had absorbed the damage, but she had a limp to her walk for a few days.
Randy was watching the girl they had picked up at the airfield. At first, he wonders why she was dressed all in black from her head to her toes and carrying tomahawks on her waist. Her face was covered up by a fox looking mask that concealed her identity. Katey told him she was doing a favor for a friend. They were hovering at the altitude that the person in the black outfit would need to use their glide wings.
Katey looks back towards Cora “are you ready to jump?”
Cora gives her the thumbs up signal.
“Alright, GO!” Katey kept the helicopter steadied as she watched Cora jump.
Katey watches as Cora drops and then deploy the wings on the strange suit she was wearing. She had never seen a suit like the one Cora had on. When she asked Cora where she got it from. She told her the spirits had given it to her. Katey couldn’t believe that this was why George had wanted to talk to her that night. She had gone over and met Cora that night. George explained to her that Cora was the one responsible for finding and putting an end to the baby factory she had transported women from.
Katey enjoyed using a wing suit, but when Cora told her what her plan was. She wasn’t that daring to try that stunt. She had helped Cora practice for the past few days to get the stunt right. Next time she is hired to do stunts. She might mention this stunt to them.
Cora jumps out and away from the helicopter towards her target. Once she reached where she needed to be, she extends her glide wings and glided towards the building. She was enjoying the excitement as she glided to her location. This was the first time she has ever done anything like this. She spots her target coming up and glided to it. She didn’t have much stopping space, as she touched down on the balcony.
She looks up towards the moon “thank you.”
Cora closes her arms and the glide wings disappear into the suit. She walks over to the sliding glass door and test it. It was lock. She takes one of her sharp obsidian knives out and cuts a circle big enough to get her hand through and unlocks the door. She looks around for surveillance and security systems and spots a few. They were an easy system to fool. She makes her way over to the security pad and enters the code. She could tell which numbers the person uses from the wear on the keys.
She moves around quietly checking his desk, computer systems and looking for a hidden safe. She finds the safe and realize it has an electronic style lock on it. She stares at the key pad and notices which keys she needed to press. The spirits were helping her tonight. She opens the safe and finds a portable hard drive in it. She pulls the drive out and goes over to the computer and plug it in. The computer asks her for a passcode. She looks around the desk the computer is sitting on and spots a folded-up piece of paper sticking out of a book on the desk. She couldn’t believe the person would be so careless. She inputs the password she finds, and the computer continues to boot up. She puts the paper back where she found it.
She looks around in his files and finds the other list the person had and prints those out. She locates the password for the portable drive and enters the password for it. She couldn’t believe what she had found. This person was an organizer. If there was something a person needed or wanted he could get it. The files he had were things he has gotten for his clients. She spots the Governors name and clicks on his folder.
The file contained pictures of young boys and girls this person had supplied to the governor. He was a freaking pedophile. Some of the children in the pictures were as young as 6 years old. There were files of business men and women that he had supplied things or people too. There were also receipts of sales of priceless Native American artifacts that had been sold and who he had bought them from.
“Unbelievable.” Cora couldn’t believe how this person got away with it.
He owns a world wide moving company, which meant he could get anything from anywhere. She couldn’t believe everything she was seeing on the drives. He had all sorts of clients that ranged from low level street hustlers to government officials. She spots a few names she knew among the list. There were names of tribal members that were on the council that had used his services. She hears a set of keys rattling against the door. She disables the password on the portable drive, so she can bring it up on her system. She slips it into a pouch on her waist.
She pulls her blowgun out and loads it. She waits by the door for the person to enter. When he stumbles in with a drunk woman in his arms. She hits him with her knockout dart and knocks out the woman with another knockout dart. She did find pictures of naked woman and officials in compromising positions. He could use those pictures to blackmail people. She drags both the people in and towards the master bedroom. She puts them on the bed and undresses them. She arranges them on the bed like they had stumble onto it while kissing.
Cora takes a picture before she leaves and makes her way out of the person’s apartment. She makes her way up to the roof and extend her glider wings. She jumps off the roof and glides for a good long way before she is forced to land. She makes the glider wings disappear and start running back towards her place.
Cora figures she’ll get there just as the sun is coming up. Cora spots George outside waiting for her. She runs up to him and remove her mask.
George hands a bottle of cold water to Cora.
“Thanks George.” She takes a good swig from it and rinse her mouth out.
She spits it out and takes another swig. This time she enjoys the water as it travels down her throat. She takes another swig and closes her eyes as she relaxes.
“I take it, that your trip tonight was informative?”
“Yep, and you won’t believe what I found.” Cora pulls the portable drive out of the pouch she had put it in.
“Okay, it’s a portable drive. What so special about it?” George knew about portable drives.
“This has every person Isiach Cage has dealt with over the years and what they had requested from him. You wouldn’t believe who some of his clients are or what they had sold or traded to him for other items. I thought he had connections with the Doctor that ran that baby factory, but that wasn’t the case. Sure, he did supply them with women, but he wasn’t getting much of a kickback from the Doctor.” Cora had seen how much money he had been receiving from the doctor.
“So, what was his connection to the other guys?” George was curious.
“He was making profits off the filming of the abuse. He was selling the video recordings to some company in Las Vegas. I think I might know who they are.” Cora remembered seeing some of the films at the bondage store she worked at.
“Why don’t we take this inside and talk about it more.” George heads inside his house.
Cora follows behind him and takes another swig of her water. The information she found on the Governor was damaging. He got kickbacks from the company producing the videos. Not only was he involved or in bed with them, but certain members of the police department were as well.
She knew this was going to keep getting bigger and bigger and when she release this information to the press, heads were going to roll.
Cora tosses her throwing knife at her make shift target, thinking about all the information she had so far. She could release the information to the media, but it would give them a chance to escape. She retrieves the throwing knife she threw and tosses it again into her make shift target.
She couldn’t trust the police, because some of them were on the list she found. She could understand why some of the Native American chiefs
were on the list. They had traded to get things for the members of the community.
She tosses her knife again at her target and retrieve it. The question she needed answered was what should she do with what she had so far? These people needed to be held responsible for what they have done to others. She tosses the knife again and hits the target. As she is walking towards the target. She stops, and it dawns on her what she needs to do. She grabs her knife and run inside her trailer for her car keys. She grabs the information she has and goes out to her Ford Escort and drive towards town. Maybe, she could get the local US Marshal office to help her out.
Cora drives to the nearest US Marshal. She hopes someone there will be able to help her.
Before she arrives at the Marshal’s office. She stops at her old job and go looking for the video’s she remembered. She was looking for a certain one. She slowly goes through the movies and find the one she was looking for. She looks for the company that product the movie and record their name. She takes the movie up to the counter.
“Excuse me, I would like to buy this movie.” Cora was digging out her wallet to grabs some cash.
Arnold turns around to ring up the video. He looks a the Native American movie in front of him and then at the sniff film she was buying.
“Good choice. You’ll like this movie. The she-male in it buys it in the end. Whoever make these movies capture the true essences of the actors.” He scans the cover.
Cora couldn’t believe that the store kept Arnold after what happened to her.
“That will be $15.65, ma’am.”
She hands him a $20.00-dollar bill.
Arnold accepts the money and gives her back the change “you have a nice day ma’am.”
“You too, Arnold.” Cora turns around and walks out of the store towards her car.
She recognizes the picture on the front of the cover. She was one of the girls that had been kidnapped and tortured. Why no one didn’t recognize the girl she didn’t know. She gets back in her car and heads towards the US Marshal’s office.
She listens to her favorite radio station as she drives towards Salt Lake City to see US Marshal James Leonard. All the evidence she has should put a lot of people in jail. She had the evidence against the Governor ready to go to any major news agency. A she is driving down the highway, she wonders if the spirits mind her following this path? She needed help with bring these people to justice.
After an hour-n-half of driving. She pulls into the parking lot of the Marshal’s office. She sits there for a few minutes, before getting out of the car and walks inside.
Salt Lake City US Marshal Office:
James Leonard and his partner Delaney Johnson were working on several cases that have come across their desk. So, many things have happened recently in the past few months. They were still playing catch-up with a lot of it.
Marshal Leonard’s phone starts ring. He picks it up.
“Mr. Leonard, there is a Cora Black here to see you.”
“Thank you, Elizabeth. I’ll be up in a minute.” Leonard hangs up and stands up.
Delaney looks over towards her partner “what is it, Leonard?”
“I have a visitor up front.” Leonard wonders what Ms. Black wants.
Leonard goes up front to meet Cora Black. He notices a Native American woman with long black hair tied back into a pony tail. She was wearing a pair of skinny blue jeans, a matching tear shirt and a pair of black work boots. Her belt buckle is what drew his attention. It had a Black Fox with wings jumping away from the belt buckle.
“What can I do for you Miss. Black?” James Leonard stands before her.
“It’s what I can do for you, which will benefit me. Is there some place else we can talk in private?” Cora hopes Marshal Leonard will be able to help.
“Yes, if you’ll follow me.” He escorts her to an interview room.
“Would you like anything to drink?” He looks at her as she takes a seat.
“No, I’m fine.” Cora sits down and opens her laptop and brings up what she ahs so far on the governor. Once she ahs the information up on the screen, she turns the lap top around to face Mr. Leonard.
“You might find this interesting.” She watches as he starts going through the information she brought up on the governor.
James couldn’t believe what he was seeing and reading. He looks at all the evidence this person had on the Governor of Utah. He looks towards her.
“Where did you get all of this?” James Leonard was curious.
“I sort of acquire it from the original owner and supplier. Along with other information you’ll find interesting.” She turns the laptop around and bring up the missing transgender girls and lesbians. She had moved the videos that had been taken of their torture with each file.
She turns the laptop back around and shows him. She also put the DVD she bought and put it next to the laptop.
“That video has images from the file of the actress in this porn movie.” Cora watches his expression.
James picks the DVD up and notices right away the resemblance of the woman on the cover and the file in front of him. He couldn’t believe it.
Here was one of the missing women he has been looking for.
“You might want to send some police over to that company who made the sniff films. They have copies of the original films.” Cora just watched James’ expression.
James looks at the petite Native American woman in front of him.
“How exactly did you acquire this matter?”
“I took it without them knowing. I also have the transaction records of the supplier, who supplied those children to the Governor.”
“Okay, so, why did you bring this material to me to handle?” James was curious.
“Because it’s too big for me to handle alone. If one person finds out that I have this material. You’ll be looking at all of them going into hiding. If you decide to go after them. It needs to be as one massive strike. That way they can’t warn each other and or scatter on us.”
“You say us, as if you’ll be part of this. What agency are you with?” James was curious.
“I’m a private detective and I have been investigating this matter for a while now. I know the information is good, because I got it straight from the horse’s mouth.
“Let me go over the material and get back to you. This way we can arrest everyone all at once.” James did like the idea of arresting everyone at once.
“Well, I’ll be in touch with you then. Here is my phone number, should you need to get in touch with me.” Cora hands him one of her business cards.
James escorts Cora back to the front and watches as she leaves.
Cora was enjoying the rush of the air as she glided along. She hadn’t heard back from the Marshals yet about going after the people. She didn’t know if they wanted her involve in arresting them or not. It really didn’t matter a whole lot to her. Her responsibility was to the people here on the reservation. She tilts a little down and turns as she glides to the right.
The air was cold out, but the winds were strong.
She had called Katey and asked if she wouldn’t mind taking her up in the helicopter. Katey hadn’t mind taking her up. She was free for a few hours. So, she stopped by and picked Cora up and took her high up, so she could jump out and glide down in her squirrel suit. Katey wanted to join her, but she had another job she had to attend too.
Cora enjoys the feel of flying. She felt free like a bird does as it flew. She continues downward towards the ground. When the time comes, she pulls her rip cord and let her parachute release to take her the rest of the way. She wasn’t using the suit the spirits gave her, but her normal squirrel suit. She lands safely where she wanted to. Which was a few yards from the back of George’s house.
George thought she was crazy for wanting to jump out of a helicopter or even a plane. She had just smiled at him as she left to get her suit and meet up with Katey. Cora spots George standing outside in his coat just watching her as she walked towards his place.
“What? I had fun. I felt so free and relaxed just gliding down through the air. Isn’t that why the spirits gave me the totem symbol of the Eagle?
Because of my love of the sky?” Cora carried the totem of both Fox and the Eagle.
“If you say so.” George holds the door open, so Cora could walk through with her parachute balled up in her arms.
Once inside George’s place. Cora strips out of her flight suit and fixes herself a cup of tea George keeps brewed. It was an herbal blend that he drunk for his joints. She sweetens it with some honey and grab a fresh biscuit to munch on.
While she is munching on her biscuit. She thinks about that young girl that had been impregnated with her grandfather’s sperm.
“George, how is Tiffany Jenkson doing?” Cora wonders if she was going to be able to have the baby she was carrying.
“She’s doing alright. Unfortunately, she’s going to have to carry the baby full term. She won’t be able to have a normal delivery like most
teenage women. She going to have a c section for the child to be born. Both the child she is carrying and the child her mother is carrying is healthy.” George had been concerned when he had examined the ten-year-old girl.
He couldn’t believe her own grandfather had impregnated her. She was just ten-years-old. He had managed to get a DNA sample of the
Governor. He compared it with the baby’s DNA and with hers.
“You might want to pass that information along to Marshal James Leonard. He can use that information as evidence of what he did to his own daughter and granddaughter.” Cora wanted to see the bastard arrested and put away for what he has done.
How he has gotten away with it for as long as he has, is amazing. She thinks about the other women that had been impregnated. They were being used to breed babies that could be sold to couples who couldn’t have children of their own.
“So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”
“I figure I would go over the information I have one more time to see if there is anything I missed. Afterwards, maybe read a book and listen to some music. Unless there is something I missed in the information I have collected or unless the Marshal’s decided to let me come along on the bust of one of the bad guys. My involvement in the case has come to an end.” Cora picks her chute and jumpsuit up and head home.
Just as she walks into her trailer, her cellphone starts ringing.
“Hello?”
“Can I speak to Cora Black?”
“Speaking.” Cora wonders who this was.
“Hello, Miss. Black. This Marshal Leonard How fast can you get down here to the Marshal office in Salt Lake City?” Marshal Leonard had gotten the okay to include Ms. Black in the arrest of the Governor. The sheriff department and police department were hitting the other locations Ms. Black had given them.
Cora looks at the clock “if I break the speed limit, within the hour. If I follow the speed limit, about an hour-n-half.”
James just smile when he hears Cora response “why don’t I expect you in hour-n-half.”
“Okay Marshal Leonard. I’ll see you in about an Hour-n-half.” Cora grab the car keys to the Camaro she took from the brothers.
She slips out of her street clothes and slip on the outfit the spirits gave her and all the gear. She may look weird when she shows up, but the
spirits gave them to her for a reason. She grabs her fox mask and slip it in her purse out of sight.
She heads out to the Camaro and start it up. She text George, just before she drives off. She makes sure she only speeds a little bit on the reservation. She doesn’t want to get on the bad side of tribal police. Once she gets out on the open road and give the car a little bit more gas and do about twenty miles over the speed limit.
It only took her forty-five minutes to get to Salt Lake City. She broke the speed limit getting to the Marshal office. She slows down, before pulling into the parking lot. She parks the Camaro and heads into the Marshal office.
She notices that the same receptionist was at the front desk. She walks up to it.
“I’m here to see Marshal Leonard.” Cora had her PI license out just in case they needed it.
“Ah, Ms. Black. If you can show me your id, please.” Elizabeth picks up a pen, so she could write Miss. Black a visitor pass.
Cora shows Elizabeth her PI license. It had her picture and the state that issued it, along with her badge.
Elizabeth fills out a visitor badge for Cora “here you go Miss. Black.” As she hands the badge to Cora.
“Thank you.” Cora puts her PI badge back in a pouch on her belt.
Elizabeth informs Marshal Leonard that she was bring Ms. Black back to him.
Cora follows behind Elizabeth to conference room 2. She walks in as Elizabeth leaves her to go get Marshal Leonard and his partner.
Marshal Leonard was surprised to see the way Ms. Black was dressed as he walked into the conference room. It made her look like she was a special forces or SWAT person. He didn’t see a gun or anything on her, except for the handles of two knives.
“Well, it seems you got here sooner then you said you would. If you don’t mind me asking, how fast were you going?”
A smile appears on Cora’s face “I was pushing about 90 mph. I have some new information for you. You know those women that were rescued a few days ago? Well, two of them are related to the Governor. One is his daughter, that is carrying his baby. The other one, the ten-year-old girl by the name of Tiffany Jenkson. She is his granddaughter and she is carrying his baby as well. On top of that, Tiffany is his and his
daughter’s child. She is his own grandchild made by him and his own daughter. She became pregnant by him.” Cora watches Marshal Leonard’s face.
She could see anger in his eyes after she told him how young Tiffany was and how her Grandfather had impregnated her.
“How do you know this?” Marshal Leonard was curious by how she came across this information.
“Because I was the one responsible for their rescue. Also, my friend who is their doctor did a DNA test. It came back positive as him being the father to his daughter and to his own grandchild and the child she is carrying inside her womb.” Cora wonder what someone would do that.
“You better come with me and my partner then, because we are going to go and arrest him.” Marshal Leonard gets up from the chair he had sat down on and leads Cora out of the conference room.
He leads her out to the parking lot. Cora spots his partner. She looked to be Mexican and was wearing black dress pants and a dark gray blouse that with it. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail and was wearing a nice pair of black dress shoes.
“Miss. Cora Black, I would like you to meet my partner Deputy US Marshal Delaney Johnson.” Leonard figures it was time Delaney and Cora meet.
Marshal Johnson smiles at Cora. She had seen the petite Native American young lady when she passed the conference room. She was wondering why she was dress like a SWAT/ Special Forces operative. She did notice the silver choker Cora had on around her neck. It had the face of a fox right in the middle of it with cat’s eye stones for its eyes.
“It’s nice to meet you Miss. Black.” She extends her hand out to Cora.
Cora shakes her hand “it’s nice to meet you as well, Marshal Johnson.”
Delaney could tell that Cora had a light touch to her grip as she shook her hand. She releases her hand after a few seconds. Delaney had felt her hand and it was nice and smooth.
“We better load up.” Delaney opens the back door of the SUV they were taking for Cora.
Cora climbs in and moves to the center of the back seat That way she could talk with the Marshal’s as they drove.
“Really? Do you honestly believe you're going to outrun my helicopter?” Katey was chasing after a suspect’s car in a high-speed chase.
“He figures his muscle car has more power then this helicopter.” Ralph was riding shotgun with Katey.
Lately, he has been her co-pilot. He didn’t know if she requested it or if their supervisor figured they worked well together. They were working with the Arizona Highway Patrol.
“Do you think they have the roadblock set-up yet?” Ralph glances over towards Katey.
“I hope so, because if they don’t. I might have to dust the car and hope the guy stops.” Katey knew a few tricks with the helicopter to take the suspect out.
“There’s the roadblock up ahead.” Ralph spotted it through the binoculars he was using.
Katey watches as the driver continues to head towards the roadblock. What was he thinking? Katey continued to follow the car. The next thing
she knows. An explosion occurs, and she was losing control of the helicopter. The cabin area was filling up with smoke.
“What hit us?” Ralph was coughing and choking on the smoke filling the helicopter.
Katey had no idea what had hit them, but she manages to land the helicopter. She and Ralph manage to exit from the helicopter before it catches fire. Katey looks at her helicopter and notices the tail rotor had been blown off. She was watching her helicopter burn from a safe distance.
They hear explosions from the direction of the roadblock. Both saw smoke coming from the direction of the roadblock.
“Come on Ralph, let’s see what happened.” Katey starts running towards the roadblock.
Ralph follows behind Katey as she ran. Twenty minutes into their run, they are picked up by a news helicopter. When the news helicopter lands at the location of the roadblock. It looked like a war zone. The police cars they used to block the road had been blown apart by some sort of explosive device. There were body parts and dead police officers littering the ground.
“What caused this?” Ralph had to excuse himself as he left Katey’s side quickly and started vomiting on the side of the road.
Katey kneels near a blown-up police car. The blast pattern looked familiar to her. She has seen this type of damage before. Then it dawns on her. It was the blast pattern from a 40mm grenade. When she had her weapons training in the army.
“Why would someone use a 40mm grenade launcher on a bunch of State Troopers?” Katey stands up when she hears the sirens from the paramedics and state troopers coming towards them.
Sgt. Posse questions Katey about what happened to her helicopter and what happened at the crime site with his fellow officers. He was familiar with her because she has done some work with them. He couldn’t believe someone had tried to take her out as well. He wanted to know who was behind the attack and who the driver was in the car they had been chasing and trying to stop.
A forensic team shows up and starts going through the wreckage of the helicopter. Sgt. Posse gives Katey and Ralph a ride back to the airport.
Once they arrive at the airport, Katey meets with their supervisor. She and Ralph fill out a report with everything they could remember from the accident.
Once she is done, she gets in her Jeep Wrangler and starts heading home. She couldn’t figure out why someone would be gunning for her. She was only a civilian contractor that flew helicopters. She doesn’t stop anywhere on the way home. As she is pulling up to her home. She notices something wasn’t right. The hidden lights above her garage door and front door were blinking red. She pulls her .40 caliber High Power Browning from it’s hiding spot and moves quietly to her house. She sneaks into her garage and slowly turns the doorknob on the door. She slams it open to hit anyone hiding behind it.
She felt the door hit someone and spots another person turning to shoot her from the living room. She fires her gun hitting them in the chest and moves further into the kitchen for cover. She spins around and puts a round into the person’s leg hiding behind the garage door. Two rounds miss her as another attacker she didn’t see fires at her.
She fires her gun and instead of killing him. She shoots the gun he is holding out of his hand. It goes against everything she was taught by her instructors and her brother, but if she kills them all. She won’t be able to find out who they are or who sent them if they are working for someone.
“Hands up or the next shot goes into your head.” She walks over to the one she shot in the leg and grab his gun.
“Now, we are going to have a little talk. I want to know who sent you to me. You, come over here and help gimpy out to my garage.” Katey had her gun pointed at the guy she shot his weapon out of his hand.
Richardo walks over and helps Arturo up off the floor. He looks at his friend Miguel and Gerardo who was laying on the floor in a pool of their own blood. He helps his friend Arturo into the garage.
“Place him over there on the chair.” Katey didn’t know the first thing about interrogation.
She watches as the guy places the other one on the folding chair she keeps in the garage. She’ll have to wing it and see if she can’t pull a rabbit out of her hat. She wanted to know why was she targeted?
Gerardo places Arturo on the chair. He could see that his friend was in pain from the gunshot to his leg.
“Good. Now there is a roll of duct tape on the bench there next to you. I want you to secure him to the chair. You better make it tight or I might use you as a target.” Katey had both guns aimed at him.
Gerardo secures Arturo to the folding chair with the duct tape. He looks back at the woman they had been sent to kill. She should have been killed by Javier in the air, but no. The dumb bitch survived the crash landing.
“Now, go stand over there against that support pole.” Katey motions Gerardo over towards the support.
Gerardo moves over towards the support pole in the garage.
“Turn around and face me. Now put your hands behind your back and stand there.” Katey walks over and behind him and use the duct tape to secure his hands.
Katey walks back around and over to her workbench where she keeps some tools. She ejects the magazine out of the gun she picked up and eject the round from the chamber and lay them on the workbench. She secures her gun and turns around to face the men.
“You know, I have never interrogated anyone before. So, I don’t know what the rules are, but I figure you’ll tell me what I want to know.”
“I ain’t telling you shit, Coño.” Arturo wasn’t going to tell this woman anything.
He knew if he did, he was dead. He watches her see what she was going to do.
A smirk appears on Katey’s face. She walks in front of him with a 5lb sledgehammer in her hands. She kneels in front of his bound legs and starts removing his boot.
“You know, I did see this movie with Mel Gibson called Payback. The bad guy used a hammer to smash his toes, while they interrogated him. Now, I can’t find my hammer, but I’m guessing this 5lb sledgehammer will have the same effect. Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, before I use it to turn your little piggies into hamburger.” She looks up at his face.
Arturo spits into her face. A smirk appears on his face. He doesn’t think this woman would do it.
“Okay, we'll do this the hard way.” Katey raises her hammer up “this little piggy went to the market.”
Katey brings the sledgehammer down hard on his pinky toe. She wanted to know who sent these men here to kill her and if they sent someone to kill Ralph as well.
Arturo screams as he feels the hammer come down on his pinky toe. He looks down at her with pain in his face. He wasn’t going to talk.
Katey looks over towards the other guy that was secured to the support pole.
“You can stop this. All you have to do is talk to me.” Katey didn’t like doing this, but she wanted answers.
Her cousin Bart said sometimes, you must do things you don’t like doing to make people talk.
She raises the sledgehammer up again and holds it ready to smash the next toe.
“This little piggy stayed home.” She brings the sledgehammer down on the toe.
Arturo screams as the toe is smash.
Gerardo looks at the woman and then his friend. He wants to save his friend, but he’ll be killed if he does. He starts cussing at Katey in Spanish.
“This little piggy had roast beef.” Katey brings the sledgehammer down on Arturo’s middle toe.
Arturo screams again. He starts cussing in Spanish at Katey.
“This little piggy had none.” The sledgehammer comes down on his toe.
“Alright, stop it. I’ll tell you.” Gerardo couldn’t take it anymore.
Katey stands up and walks over to him. She pulls her cellphone out to record the information.
“Trevor McAdams, he hired us to kill you. You and your co-pilot were supposed to have been killed this afternoon while you were chasing that
car. When you managed to land your helicopter, he sent us in to kill you.” Gerardo knew if McAdams find out that he talked he was dead.
“Why does he want me dead? What have I done to him?” Katey didn’t know any Trevor McAdams.
“I don’t know. He didn’t tell me. All I was told was to bring my guys in and kill you.” Gerardo hopes Trevor McAdams doesn’t find out that she wasn’t dead.
“How are you supposed to get in touch with him to confirm I was dead?” Katey was curious.
“By giving him your head.” Gerardo was told he was to deliver her head to him. He was very clear about that.
Katey stops recording and call the police to come and pick these clowns up. She tells them to send the coroner as well. She does get the location of the vehicle Gerardo and his crew arrived in. While she is waiting for the police, she turns the extra security system off.
She was going to have to call her brother to see if her brother knew who Trevor McAdams was. She might have to call George and see if he knew. She has been helping his PI friend out lately.
Once the police and forensics team leave her place. She cleans her place up and takes a nice hot bath afterwards. She finishes off a bottle of wine she opened a few days ago.
Cora and the two U.S. Marshals were driving over towards the Governor house. When out of nowhere a box truck T-bones the driver side of the SUV they were in. Marshal Leonard was driving and was killed instantly upon impact. Before Cora and Marshal Johnson could react or gather their wits. Four guys existed from the rear of the box truck. They start spraying the SUV with gunfire.
Cora felt the bullets impact her body. The suit given to her by the spirits protected her body, but she still felt each impact. She falls to the floorboard for protection. She pushes through the pain and manages to open the back-passenger side door and fall out of the SUV. She spots a car leaving the area, as sounds of sirens approach her location.
She manages to crawl to the curb, just before the SUV explodes. She rests her head against the curb as she feels the heat from the burning
SUV. She passes out from the pain as she feels the flames and heat from the burning SUV.
The next thing she knows, she is woken-up with smelling salts and was looking into the face of a middle-aged male paramedic. He was shining a light into her eyes. She tries to swat his hand away.
“Easy, I’m just checking your pupils.” Brandon and his partner had found this girl laying on the curb.
The cops had arrived first and found the girl passed out on the side of the street. The SUV and the box truck had been burning. The fire trucks had showed-up a few minutes after the police and were in the process of putting the fire out. She could feel the ambulance moving.
“Stop the ambulance.” She tries to sit up but falls back on the stretcher she was lying on.
“No can do. You need to see a doctor with all the bruising you have.” He had tried to cut the suit she had on, but his scissors wouldn’t cut through the material.
Brandon managed to lift the material away from her body and saw that the skin underneath was bruised all to hell. She was just one big bruised. He feels the ambulance back into the parking space and the back door is open.
Cora watches as she is rushed towards the emergency room. When the nurses go to try and cut the suit off her.
“Stop! Just support me and I’ll remove the suit.” Cora sits up. She slowly and painfully remove the suit.
Her whole body was black and blue from where the bullets had hit her. She keeps the suit near her as the doctors checked her over. She had a few fractured ribs, but mostly she was just one big bruised.
The doctor wraps her chest and lets her get redress. Once she is fully dressed. The Officer in charge of the investigation comes walking in.
Detective Ramirez had been assigned to investigate what happened. They had found two dead bodies in the one SUV and none in what remained of the box truck. The only survivor they found at the crime scene was a petite Native American woman wearing some sort of custom-made bodysuit and wearing a silver choker around her neck with the head of a fox.
They found her purse and a spear with an obsidian spearhead on it near her. According to the identification cards they found inside her purse. She was a licensed private investigator and lived on the reservation.
Cora turns around when she was finished dressing and was looking at an older man wearing a dark blue suit standing in front of her. He looked to be of Latino descent and had a scar on his right cheek. If she had to guess his age, she would guess he was in his late thirties, early forties.
“What can I do for you detective?” Cora knew right away that he was a Detective.
Detective Ramirez felt a chill as the woman looked at him. There was something about the look in her eyes. It felt like something else was looking at him, instead of the person standing in front of him.
“Can you tell me what happened earlier today?” Ramirez takes out a notepad and gets ready to take her testimony.
“I was called by Marshal Leonard this morning and was informed that they were going to arrest the Governor. I met them at their office and joined him and his partner in their SUV. We were heading over to the Governor Manor to arrest him when we were T-bone by a box truck. Before I and Marshal Johnson could recover from the collision. We came under fire by four unknown assailants. Several rounds hit me before I could take cover on the floorboard of the SUV. I managed to escape the SUV and crawl to the curb. As I was crawling to the curb, the four unknown assailants were picked up and the SUV exploded. That was the last thing I saw before I passed out from the pain.” Cora hadn’t stopped looking at Ramirez as she recalled everything.
Ramirez looks up “why were you and the Marshal’s arresting the Governor?”
“You remember those women that were found that were being used to breed children?”
Ramirez nods his head yes.
“Well, I was the person responsible for finding them. Also, one of those women and the ten-year-old child they found among those women.
They happened to be the Governor’s daughter and granddaughter and they were carrying his child. On top of that, I had evidence that I turned over to the U.S. Marshal’s. It was a supplier that has been supplying the Governor with children for his entertainment. It had pictures and ages of every child taken to the sick bastard.”
“Do you know who the men were that attacked you and the Marshal’s?” Ramirez was curious why the men would attack them.
“Nope, I have no idea who they were. All I know is that they knew we were heading towards the Governors Manor and they were prepared to ambush us.” Cora wanted to know who was going out of their way to attack her and the Marshal’s.
“Where did you get the information, you gave the Marshal’s and what did it contain?” Ramirez was wondering if it had something to do with that information.
“I can’t give you that information, detective. All I can say is, I acquired it while working on another related case.” Cora knew it all started the day she was kidnapped and tortured.
Ramirez had been watching her body expressions. Normally, he was good at reading people, but this person gave nothing away with her body.
He does notice that the choker, pouches, belt buckle and wrist armbands she had on were of Native American design. Even the boots she had on were of Native American design.
“What case put you on this?” Ramirez figures he could investigate it and sees where it leads.
“My rebirth.”
Ramirez could her it in her tone that it was a mixture of regret and revenge.
“That’s not very helpful, Ms. Black.”
“I’m sorry, but the cops didn’t do anything about the case when they could. I did what they couldn’t do. All because they didn’t care.” Cora was still a little upset that the police hadn’t bother to investigate her disappearance.
“Do you still live on the reservation, Ms. Black?”
“Yes, sir.” Cora liked where she was. She wonders if anyone has gone after George?
“Detective, I think you should send the police over to the Governor and arrest him.” Cora wanted the bastard arrested.
“That’s not going to be possible. He was found dead a few hours ago near the airport. An airport maintenance team found his car near the back entrance. He was found dead inside. According to the note they found, it was suicide.”
Cora thinks about what she knew about the Governor “doesn’t fit. Everything, I know about him and what I learned from his daughter and granddaughter doesn’t fit. He would never take his life. He would fight to remain free.” Also, didn’t help that it didn’t feel right to her.
“Well, I’ll have our forensic team go back to the scene and car again. Do you need a cab?” Ramirez would speak to Carl in forensics about going through everything a second time.
“Yes, I left my car at the U.S. Marshal’s office.” Cora figures the Marshal’s were going to send their own investigator to find out what happened to their people.
“I’ll call a cab for you,” Ramirez calls a cab driver he knew to come to the hospital.
“Thank you.” Cora waits till Ramirez is done on the phone and check herself out.
The doctor gives her a prescription for pain. She tucks it into her purse and walks towards the front of the hospital for the cab.
Every part of Cora’s body was hurting her. Instead of going to the pharmacy and having her prescription filled for the pain pills. She decided to just take some strong aspirins and drink the tea that was supposed to help her. She kept a supply of different tea mixtures in her trailer that the tribal healer helped her put together.
She fixes herself some tea and after a couple of sips. She stopped feeling pain and was able to move more fluidly. Her joints and muscles weren’t hurting her when she moved. The bruising on her skin started to lighten. Her skin was turning back to its natural color.
Once she was able to move without hurting. Cora walks into her small kitchen and starts making herself some breakfast. She was starving after waking up. She had driven straight home after picking her car up at the Marshal’s office. Once she arrived at the home, she took a nice relaxing shower and laid down on her bed. The last thing she remembered once she closed her eyes was falling into total darkness.
The darkness didn’t scare her but comfort her. It was like wrapping herself up in her favorite blanket. Cora adds some chop onions to her eggs and dumps them onto a plate. She walks over to the small kitchen table she has where her laptop was set-up and sits down in front of it.
While she is eating her breakfast, she looks through the information she acquired from Isiach Cage. While she was browsing through the information, Trevor McAdams named popped out at her for some reason. She knew that name for some reason. She leans back in her chair as she stared at the name. Where did she know that name from?
Katey’s Place the night before:
Katey had answered all the police officers question about the dead men. Especially, about the ones she tortured. She sorted of stretched the truth some about using a hammer to defend herself when she was on the ground. When the men said she tortured them, she looked all innocent.
After they leave, she cleans the place up and tries to get some sleep. She calls her brother in the morning.
When Katey wake-up, she pulls her cell phone out and call her older brother in Los Angeles.
Los Angeles Police Department:
Chris had just gotten back with his team from a raid they conducted on an illegal porn facility. He still had the paperwork to do and cleaning his gear. As he was cleaning his gear. His cell phone starts ringing. He looks at it and notices it was his little sister calling him.
“Hello Katey, what’s on your mind?”
“What, can’t I call to say hello and see how you, your wife and kids are doing?” Katey grabs an orange out of the refrigerator and starts peeling it.
“You don’t do small talk, Katey. What’s up?” Chris was curious why his little sister called him.
“Well, since you want to get down to business. I had a visit from some hitmen today. First, in my helicopter and second when I arrived home. I
tortured one of the guys to find out why I was targeted. He told me a guy by the name of Trevor McAdams had sent him to kill me.” Katey separates the orange and pulls a slice off.
“Did you just say, Trevor McAdams?” Chris was hoping he heard wrong.
“Yep, the bastard sent a hit team to take me out. Who is he?” Katey takes another slice and pops it in her mouth.
“He owns several illegal porn companies that make movies using children and killing people in them. We just took down one of them today.”
Chris wonders if he was attacking their family members?
The question is, why would they attack his younger sister? Why not come after his brother or older sister?
“Katey, have you had any run-ins with his people before the attack? Did you bring attention to yourself?” Chris needed to know if he needed to go and protect his sister.
“No, the only thing I did was…” It hits her right then and there.
She helped Cora infiltrate a person’s apartment indirectly and transported the women from the warehouse to the hospital. He had set men to kill her in retaliation for helping the women. She doesn’t know anything about what Cora uncovered. She only transported the women.
“What did you do, Katey?” Chris wanted to know what his sister has gotten herself into.
“Nothing. I just took a private investigator up in my copter and let her jump out of it. Then I flew a bunch of women that were being used as breeders to different hospitals to be taken care of.” Katey couldn’t understand why someone would want to kill her for that.
“Oh, boy! I heard about that. The information that had been sent to us. Your private investigator friend sent intel about the pedophile ring Trevor McAdams is part of. You need to get with your PI friend and tell them what is going on.” Chris didn’t want anything to happen to his little sister.
If need be, he would call a few of his army buddies to protect her or hunt the guy down themselves. He would be willing to risk his career to take this sick jerk down. He already broke one rule and that was going after a cop’s family.
“I’ll let her know, big brother. Say hi to Tiffany and the kids for me.”
“I will sis. If anything, else comes up. Call me right away and I’ll catch a plane out to you.”
“I will. Huggers.” Katey hangs up.
She dials Cora’s number.
Cora’s place:
Cora was still going over the notes she retrieved and trying to figure out who Trevor McAdams was. When she hears her cell phone ring. She picks it up and notices it was Katey’s number.
“Hey, Katey, what’s up?” Cora takes a sip of her tea.
“We have a problem, Cora. Remember those women you found, and I transported to the hospital?”
“Yea, I remember them. What has happened?”
“Well yesterday, I had a visit from a hit team. The first one rigged my helicopter and tried to bring me down that way. When that didn’t work. He sent a hit team to my home and tried to ambush me.”
“Are you okay?” Cora was concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine. However, the guys that ambush me aren’t feeling too well.” A grin appears on Katey’s face.
“Do you know who sent them?” Cora scoots close to the kitchen table to tap the info on her laptop.
“That’s why I’m calling you. His name is Trevor McAdams. He is somehow connected to those women you rescued and somehow found out I had transported them and helped you.” Katey wanted to know who would have told him.
The hospital run, he could find that out easily. There are only a handful of copter pilots that worked for the hospitals.
“Dam! That’s the porn guy. I knew I saw his name before. The leather and lace store I use to work at. We sold his movies and I turned that over to the US Marshals. The same Marshals that were murdered on our way to arrest the Governor. I got them killed” Cora was kicking herself.
She was responsible for getting them killed. She was responsible for almost getting Katey killed. She could deal with them coming after her. That she didn’t care about, but the Marshals and Katey and her partner was a different matter.
While Katey was on the phone with Cora, she receives another call.
“Hey, Cora. I’m going to put you on hold.”
“Okay.” Cora just holds her phone.
Katey switches over to the second call “hello, Katey here.”
“Ms. DeNoon this Detective Chase with Utah police department. I found your name in a Ralph Parker’s jacket pocket.”
“Where did you find Ralph, Detective Chase?” Katey should have called and checked on him.
“His next-door neighbor found him hanging from the balcony of his apartment.”
Katey was stun. The guys who attacked her also attacked her co-pilot. He wasn’t even with her when she took the women to the hospital.
“How did he die Detective?” Katey knew Ralph could protect himself.
“He was beaten and then hung from his balcony. Do you know why someone would do this, Ms. DeNoon?”
“Unfortunately, I think I do. Detective, is there a place I can come and talk to you?” Katey figures it might be best to talk face to face.
“Sure, can you come down to the police precinct?”
“Yes. I’ll see you in about an hour?” Katey heads towards her bedroom to get dress.
“Okay, see you then.”
Katey switches back to Cora “hey, they just found my co-pilot hanging from his balcony. I’m heading down to the police precinct to talk with the detective.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your co-pilot. Do you want me to come along with you?” Cora figures it might be a good idea.
“Sure, can you meet me at Crazy Joes Trading Place, just outside the reservation?” Katey figures that would be a good place to meet.
“Sure. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” Cora figures it shouldn’t take her long to get to Crazy Joes Trading Place.
“Alright, see you there. Bye.” Katey disconnects.
Cora gets up and head into her bedroom and slip on her suit. She wears some normal clothes on top of it. She figures it should cover her suit up. She decided to leave her spear at her place, instead of taking it with her.
Cora stood next to the old phone booth waiting for Katey to show-up. She had run the distance from hers and George’s place to just outside the entrance to the reservation. She had a bottle of water she was sipping from. She had bought it inside Crazy Joes Trading Place after she arrived. She spots Katey coming towards her in her light brown Jeep Wrangler. She had the cover off, so the jeep was opened to the elements.
Katey spots Cora standing by the telephone booth. She pulls up and stops in front of her.
“How long have you been waiting for me?” Katey notices that Cora had a bottle of water in her hands.
“Only a few minutes. I ran the whole way here?” Cora takes another sip from her water.
“Well, come on and get in.” Katey pats the passenger seat.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Cora hops in and fastens the seat belt.
Katey heads back onto the Highway and drives towards the police station. As they were heading down the highway. Two dark SUV’s pull behind them from a side road and start racing towards them.
Cora looks over her shoulder towards the SUV closing in on them. She unfastens her seat belt and stands up in her seat, using the roll bar for support. She slips one of the obsidian knives into her hand.
“What crazy stunt are you pulling?” Katey was trying to figure out what Cora was doing.
“Just let them get closer to you. I have a surprise for them.” Cora brings her right arm up and gets ready to throw her knife at the front driver tire.
Katey drops her speed some to let the SUV get closer to her. She wonders how close Cora needed them to get to her.
“How much closer do you need them to get to us?” Katey could see that the SUV was almost riding her bumper.
“You’re fine.” Cora throws the knife towards the front driver side tire.
The SUV starts swirling as the tire pops. It ends up going off the highway and into the desert.
“One down and one to go.” Cora had a smile on her face.
“Sit down. I’m going off-road.” Katey drops the shifter into neutral and kicks in her four-wheel drive function.
She drives off the highway with the other SUV following her. Her jeep’s suspension and engine weren’t factory anymore. She normally goes dune racing and rock crawling sometimes.
Cora sits back down in her seat and fastens her seatbelt. She had barely sat down when the jeep hits a hole. It didn’t bother the jeep at all, but the SUV on the other hand. It got stuck in it. The men inside the SUV got out and started firing MAC-10’s and Tec-9 at them.
“Do you own a gun?” Katey looks towards Cora while avoiding the gunfire.
“I’m forbidden to use a gun.” Cora knew that restriction was going to come back and bite her in the ass.
“I won’t ask why.” Katey kicks up a lot of dust and rocks at the men.
“Can you get close to them?” Cora starts stripping out of her normal looking clothes.
“Sure! What do you have planned?” Katey noticed that Cora had her black jumpsuit on under her clothes.
“You’ll find out. Just get as close to them as you can.” Cora climbs into the back of the Wrangler and gets ready to jump from the Jeep.
Katey gets the jeep as close as possible without getting hit by bullets. She slings the jeep around as Cora jumps from the back using the momentum of the turn to send her flying towards one of the men.
She hits the guy, taking him down with her. She rolls out of the way as one of the other guy's fires his MAC-10 at her. He hits the guy, missing her entirely. Her roll brings her up as she slips one of her knives into her hand and throws it at the guy directly in front of her. She hits his shoulder, causing him to drop his weapon.
Katey saw Cora take two down by herself. She ducks as several bullets riddle her windshield. She floors the jeep and hits the guy that was firing at her. She sends the guy flying over her hood. Katey spots one left and he was running away from them.
“You got a rabbit.” Katey points in the direction the guy was running.
Cora starts chasing after him. He had a good lead on her, but she catches up to him quickly and tackles him. They roll around on the ground before she knocks him out.
Katey had gotten out of her car and gather the weapons up. The guy that Cora had thrown one of her obsidian knives into. She bandages the wound and secures him. She spots Cora dragging the guy she chased, behind her. She was pulling him by his shirt collar.
“What happened to him?” Katey was wondering what Cora did to the guy.
“I knocked his ass out.” She tosses his unconscious form towards Katey.
Katey looks down at the unconscious guy. She searches him and finds his wallet.
“His name is Ryan Andrews and he’s 26 years old. According to his driver license, he lives in Los Angeles, California.” Katey searches the guy she has restrained and pulls out his wallet.
Cora walks over to the dead guy and searches his pocket. She finds his wallet and he was from Los Angeles as well.
“This one is from Los Angeles as well.” Cora stands up and walks over to Katey.
“Same here. This one is from Los Angeles as well.” Katey shoves the guy up against the damaged SUV.
“Who sent you, asshole?” Katey squeezes the knife wound she had bandaged up.
Juan Pablo wasn’t going to say anything to this bitch. He wasn’t a snitch. He could take anything they throw at him.
“Pablo, you do know that if you don’t tell me what you know. I’m going to kill you. There’s no one out here to stop me. Not even my friend over there.” Katey squeezes his wound some more.
Pablo screams out in pain.
“Trevor McAdams. He sent us to kill you two cunts.” Pablo knew he was a dead man now.
“How did you find me?” Katey wanted to know how they managed to track her all the way out here to the reservation.
“We put a tracker on your jeep and track you by the GPS chip in your cell phone.”
Katey pulls her phone out and turns her GPS function off. She looks over towards Cora.
“What do you want to do with them?” Katey wanted to stake them out here in the desert and let the sun bake them.
“You better call the State Trooper to come out here and call the police officer we were going to go and meet.” Cora drags her person over towards the wounded prisoner.
Katey dials the State Trooper first and then the police officer they were going to go and see. Cora walks over towards Katey’s jeep and grab
her water bottle and takes a sip.
“Would you like some?” she offers the bottle to Katey.
“Thanks.” Katey takes a sip of the water.
“Your welcome” Cora looks through the SUV to see what else they had inside the SUV.
Katey checks their prisoners while Cora searches through the SUV.
“Hey, there are a few bottles of water that are unopen in here.” Cora gathers them up and put them in Katey’s jeep.
Twenty minutes later, two State Troopers show up. A few minutes after they show up. The police officer that Katey was supposed to meet,
shows up as well.
Detective Chase couldn’t believe the phone call he received from Katey DeNoon. She was supposed to meet with him and his partner. When they arrive at the crime scene. He notices two State Trooper patrol cars. He had followed where they came in off the highway, so his car didn’t get stuck. He spots a dark SUV stick in a hole and a light brown Jeep Wrangler with two young ladies being questioned by one of the troopers.
One of the women he knew right away from her DMV photo. One was Katey DeNoon, but the other person he didn’t know who it was.
He parks his car and walks up with his partner. He speaks with the State trooper to find out what he learned from Katey and Cora. Every once in awhile he looks over towards Katey and Cora. He couldn’t believe that two women had taken out four men and disabled another SUV that was a few miles from their location. The State troopers that had gone to check it out, had spotted a couple whose car had been carjacked by four guys.
He walks over towards Cora and Katey to find out while they were being chased and why Katey’s partner had been killed. He already knew the names of the people they had killed and captured.
“So, Ms. DeNoon, who is responsible for killing your friend and now is trying to kill you?” Detective Chase was watching Katey and Cora.
“His name Detective is, Trevor McAdams. He’s trying to kill me for transporting a bunch of women Ms. Black found and rescued. I transported them in my helicopter to different hospitals in the area.”
Detective Chase looks at Cora “you found these women, Ms. Black?”
“Yes sir, I was working on a case and come across the warehouse they were kept in. I’m a private detective.” Cora pulls her license and shows
it to him.
Detective Chase writes the information down in his notebook.
“Ms. Black, how did you know those women were in that warehouse?” Detective Krista Swanson was curious how Ms. Black found the warehouse.
“From some information, I learned from another source. That information led me to the warehouse. The person behind the killing of Ms. DeNoon’s partner is also responsible for the murder of two Federal Marshall’s as well.” Cora was feeling guilty for the death of Marshall Leonard and his partner.
“I heard about that accident. Why do you think this McAdams is responsible for that murder?”
“Because he is responsible for everything that has occurred so far. He is losing money from the shut down of the breeder farm he had. The fact he doesn’t have any more victims he can kill in his snuff films. Is hurting his video business as well? Plus, I have information that links him to the breeder farm and several illegal porn production studios. It also links him to the use of underage children in his illegal porn videos.” Cora has gone through the records she stole, and they had shown a lot of his operation.
“Detective Chase and Detective Swanson, you might want to talk with Detective Ramirez in Salt Lake City. He is investigating the murder of the Marshall’s that occurred.” Cora figures that the three Detectives should work together.
“Thanks. I’ll contact him.” Det. Chase had written down the name in his notebook.
Once the detectives were done with Cora and Katey. They let them go.
“How about we go and get some lunch?” Cora was feeling hungry from all the calories she had burned so far.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Katey heads towards the nearest Native American owned restaurant.
“So, which bed do you want?” Katie looks at Cora as she comes walking into the hotel room.
“Don’t matter to me. Either one is fine.”
“Well, in that case. You can have the one nearest to the door. I’ll take the other one.” Katie puts her overnight bag on the other bed.
“Do you think your brother is aware that you are in town?” Cora was undressing so she could take a shower next.
“I doubt it. We came in your Camaro. Also, there’s no reason he would be expecting me to be in town.” Katie digs her nightshirt out and heads towards the bathroom to take a shower.
Cora slips her clothes and suits off. Her body had some black and blue marks that were slowly fading. Those guys they took down out in the desert were in jail.
She slips her nightshirt on and sits on the edge of the bed. This was her first time in Los Angeles, CA. Her and Katie were going to apprehend Trevor McAdams and bring him to justice. She pulls her fox mask out and checks it. She was surprised at how old it was and the gifts bestowed on her.
“Your turn.” Katie comes walking out with her nightshirt on and drying her wet hair.
“Thanks.” Cora heads in and takes her shower.
When she comes out of the bathroom twenty minutes later. She was drying her hair. She heads over towards her bed and sits down. She notices Katie had her laptop up and was looking up the address they had on McAdam’s.
“What did you find on google map?” Cora was curious. She pulls her brush out and brushes her hair.
“Well, we can forget about flying in or gliding in with the squirrel suits. He has a gate blocking the entrance, which means it might be electrified.”
“That’s no problem. I can either jump it or short it out.”
“But, we still don’t know what is waiting for us inside or if he has guards patrolling the grounds. We need to do a recon of the place before we charge in there. I have an idea, but I need to talk to an old army friend of mine. He builds custom drones for farmers and agriculture
companies.” Katie hopes her friend will be able to help them.
“Alright, we can go and see him tomorrow morning. “Cora finishes drying her hair and falls asleep.
Trevor McAdams Mansion Following Day:
Jinx stumbles as she leaves the bedroom where she just got finish pleasing four guys. She rubs her nose and wipes away the cocaine residue she had been snorting. It was the only thing so far to help her cope with what she was doing.
She had started off on the streets being a prostitute. She was trying to make money to support the medical treatments she would need to change her gender. One of Trevor’s people had found her and hired her to make a few films for them. She didn’t care if it paid. So, she did a few films for him. These weren't just ordinary sex films she had done. They had been extremely violent BDSM films they had made.
When Trevor saw how much pain she could take and enjoyed. He offered to pay for her full operation, but he got to choose how she looked.
She would have to work for him to repay him for the operation. She agreed to the terms because she wanted to be a woman so bad. She almost took her life once. She had the butcher knife in her hands and was ready to chop her penis off.
She used cocaine to numb the emotional pain she felt. He even made sure people knew she was his property. He had the word SLUT tattoo across her waist, just above her buttocks.
She stumbles into the kitchen to grab a bottled water and an apple to eat. She was so thirsty and hungry. She looks out the kitchen window towards the pool. She might go out and sun herself if none of the men don’t make her please them.
One of the men walks by and slaps her hard on her ass. He stops and grabs her under her chin and tilt her head back.
“You’re mine tonight, slut. I am going to make it, so you have to crawl around on your hands and knees.” He lets go and heads towards the front of the house.
“He’s not joking Jinx.” Vesta comes walking into the kitchen tenderly.
Cesar didn’t use any lube and went bareback on her. She was so raw and sore from the pounding he gave her. There were little drops of blood sliding down on the inside of her thighs.
Jinx looks over towards Vesta. She was a Korean transgender woman that had made the same type of deal she had with Trevor. She was smaller and thinner than her. There was another woman that Trevor put in charge over them. She was sadistic and enjoyed hurting them whenever she could.
“Let’s go to the bathroom and clean you up.” Jinx helps Vesta to the bathroom and fill a tub up with water.
“Here, soak for a while and try not to have any sex for a couple of days.” Jinx had to learn the hard way.
After Vesta soaks for a while. Jinx helps her out of the tub and dry her off. She helps Vesta to her bedroom and makes sure she is comfortable, before leaving her.
She doesn’t bother to put any swimsuit or anything on as she heads outside to lounge around the pool. She lays down on her favorite lounger and closes her eyes. As she is lounging she hears a little whisper flying overhead. It wasn’t the first time some kid or adult had sent a drone on the property to spy on them.
She looks up into the sky to see if she could spot the drone. She couldn’t spot it anywhere. She knew it was there, but where. After a few minutes, she doesn’t hear anything anymore.
Down the Street from Trevor McAdams Mansion:
Cora and Katie watched as the drone does a sweep on the mansion grounds. So, far they had spotted six guards that patrol the grounds. On top of that. They spotted several men that came and go at odd hours. They had managed to get the drone near a window and saw a sex scene going on between a bold guy and a Korean woman. He had been very rough with her and had her bleeding and screaming to stop.
“I don’t know if she is a victim or if she is enjoying it.” Cora couldn’t figure out her behavior.
“It doesn’t matter. We are here for Mr. McAdams. He needs to pay for what he has done.” Katie wouldn’t mind stealing an Apache and firing all its weapons up Mr. McAdam’s ass for what he did to Ralph.
When the drone gets outside, they spot a young woman laying by the pool in the nude. She had the word SLUT tattoo just above her buttocks. She looked like she was looking for their drone.
“I thought you said the drone is a stealth drone?” Cora looks at Katie.
“It is, but it does make a little noise.” They continue to watch the video they were getting back. Once the battery warning light started flashing on the iPad they were using. Katie brings the drone back to them.
“I’ll sneak in during the night to kidnap him, Katie. Do you think you can cover me?” Cora knew that night time would be her best time to sneak in.
“Let’s go and get something to eat and come back tonight.” Katie puts the drone in the trunk of the Camaro.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Cora drives as she tries to find something that appeals to both of them.
“Do you think they are finally asleep yet?” Katey was watching from her hiding spot next to Cora.
“I don't know, but I think it’s time for me to have some fun.” Cora moves quietly as she slides her fox mask down over her face.
She felt the smooth surface of the wood as it rested against her face. The mask molds itself against her face as she moves quietly towards.
The spiritual properties of the mask enhance her senses as she moves towards the house. When she comes to the first camera, she waits and darts quickly towards a darkened area.
She waits for the guard to get close to her before she strikes. She grabs him from behind with her hand over his mouth and brings him down.
She takes the zip cuffs that her and Katey bought earlier at a law enforcement supply shop and cuff him. She places a strip of duct tape over his mouth.
“You lay here and rest for a while.” Cora pats the guy's cheek, before moving towards her next objective.
“You’re having too much fun, Cora.” Katie watches Cora as she moves from the guy she took down towards the other guard.
Katey was watching Cora’s through a pair of night vision goggles. While they had waited for night to come. Her and Cora had taken a trip to the nearest army surplus store and picked up a few items. They had bought some supplies to help them through the extraction they were doing.
Katey had picked up a hunting rifle with a high-power scope on it. She wasn’t a sniper, but she could hit a target as good as a sniper. She had her personal handgun with her, just in case she needed to use it.
Katey spots one of the guards coming towards Cora’s location.
“Incoming, Cora.”
Cora listens as the other guard she needed to take down comes within ten feet of her. She spots him just standing there and looking around. Just as he turns around, she springs from her hiding spot and wraps her arm around his neck and her hand over his mouth. She tightens her grip, cutting off his air supply.
Cora lowers him gently to the ground and zip cuff his hands. Afterward, she places a strip of duct tape over his mouth. She drags his body over to where the other person was stashed. She moves quietly towards the house and slips inside.
“I’m inside.”
“Okay, be careful. I can’t cover you inside.” Katey looks through her scope at Cora as she went inside the house.
As Cora moves about the house she hears a female screaming “STOP!” coming from one room. She heads towards that room. The door was shut, so she places her sensitive ear against the door and could hear a woman screaming inside.
Inside the house:
Jinx was on her hands and knees as Keagan pounded her hard from behind. Each thrust was painful as he went in and out of her. Tears were sliding down her cheeks as he yanked hard on her hair, pulling her head back as hard as he was.
“You tranny girls, enjoy this type of treatment. I’m going to enjoy hurting you and making you bleed.” He yanks back hard on her hair, almost breaking her neck.
Jinx screams as he yanks her head back hard. The pain she was feeling between her legs was raw and painful. She wishes he would stop and leave her alone.
Cora opens the door to the room and notices the woman she saw earlier while she was scouting the place, was in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees. She also notices that the woman’s wrist and ankle were chained to the bed. Kneeling behind her was one of the guards she saw earlier. There was a camera on a stand pointed towards the bed recording what was going.
“You know, when a woman says stop, you’re supposed to stop.”
Keagan turns around and spots a person dressed in a skin-tight black jumpsuit wearing some sort of animal mask that concealed their face. Their eyes had a slight yellowish glow to them.
“Who are you and how did you get in here?” He pulls out of Jinx and stands at the foot of the bed.
“Your housekeeper left the patio door open. As for who I am, well. That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
Cora moves quickly and closes the distance between them. She strikes first hitting him in his throat with her hand. She then strikes the right side of Keagan’s head as hard as she could to knock him out after she grabbed his throat.
Keagan couldn’t believe how fast this strange looking woman was moving as he gets struck in his throat. He grabs his throat gasping for air. He gets hit on the side of the head and drops like a rag doll.
Jinx had heard the voice of another person and sat up in bed to see who it was. She watches as a female figure wearing some sort of animal mask take Keagan out. She wants to scream, but she knows no one would answer her.
Cora turns towards the woman on the bed “do you want to be set free or do you enjoy what this person was doing to you?” She kicks Keagan’s unconscious form.
“Who are you?” Jinx was concern that this person might hurt her.
“Like I said before to this ape. It’s for me to know, and for you to find out. Now, do you want your freedom or not?” Cora was growing impatient with the woman.
“Yes, I want to leave this place.”
Cora walks over and looks at the cuffs that were around the woman’s wrist and ankle. They were a simple Master lock that held the cuffs close. She pulls her lock picking tools out of a pouch on her belt and pops the lock open.
After all the locks were unlocked she looks at Jinx “where is Trevor McAdams room?”
“Why do you want him?” Jinx didn’t know if she could trust this person.
“Because he is a very bad person and he needs to pay for what he has done. Now, I’m not going to ask again. Where is Trevor McAdams room?”
Jinx notices the eyes flash very brightly when the fox looking person asked again. She examines the person in front of her.
“What am I and the others supposed to do if you take him away? What is to stop you from coming back here and taking one of us?”
A sly smile appears on Cora’s face “if I was here for you. You would be in cuffs already. The question you should be asking yourself, is this the type of life you want? Because Trevor McAdams is going to jail for the pain and crimes he has committed against others.”
Jinx just stare at the person dress as a humanoid fox. She takes a breath “he’s upstairs in the Master bedroom with his mistress. You need to be careful. She normally sleeps with a handgun and won’t hesitate to kill you.”
Cora walks over towards the camera that had been recording them and takes the memory card out of it.
“Thank you. Now stay here till I have Trevor McAdams.” She slips the memory card into her pouch.
Before she leaves the room. Cora secures Keagan with her zip cuffs and duct tape. Cora leaves the room and finds the stairs leading upstairs. The way the house was design, the staircase blended in with how it was designed.
As she got to the top of the stairs, her enhance hearing picks-up the sounds of someone having sex. She recognized the moaning and enjoyment that the person was having.
“God, Katey. You wouldn’t believe the sounds I’m hearing.”
“Do I want to know what you are hearing?” Katey could only guess what Cora was hearing.
She’s been keeping an eye out for any movement or problems on the outside. Once Cora confirms she has Trevor McAdams tagged and
bagged. She’ll swing around to the front of the mansion with the van they were renting.
“Not really, you can enjoy the sounds and entertainment.” A playful smile appears on Katey’s face.
Cora peeks in and notices another guy that looked like the one she stopped downstairs, having sex with an Asian looking woman. She pulls her blowgun out and darts them. The woman didn’t look like she is resisting having the man make love to her. There weren’t any chains or restraints holding her.
She moves on down the hallway, till she comes to the doors of the Master Bedroom. She places her ears against the door listening to see if the occupants were awake and having sex. She could hear some moaning coming from inside. She cracks the door open to look inside and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
There was a tall Asian looking woman wearing tight leather that supported her breast and had on a tight pair of black leather pants that left her ass cheeks exposed. To go with the outfit she was wearing, she had a black pair of calf high, six-inch spike boots. She had a leather cat of nine tail whip in her hand.
The guy she was using the cat-of-nine-tails on was secure and spared eagle to the post at the foot of the bed. He had a ball gag in his mouth and a huge butt plug in his ass. There were several red whelps on his pale hairy back.
In a low voice “Katey, you won’t believe what I am seeing right now. I wish I could share this image with you.”
“Oh? What are you seeing?” Katey was curious.
“Trevor McAdams seems to enjoy kinky sex acts. He’s spread eagle and secured to the end of the bed with a huge butt plug up his ass and a
ball gag in his mouth. Oh, and he has some Asian woman whipping him with a cat-of-nine tail as well.”
“Oh, I wish I had a picture of that, so we can post it on the web and send it with him to jail as well.”
“Your wish, is my command.” Cora takes her cell phone out and records what happens next.
Liu Gaochao smiles as she cocks her arm back and smacks whips her lovers back. She puts a lot of force into the swing. She knew how much
he enjoyed the pain. She whips him several times. She was enjoying inflicting pain on him. It turned her on.
Cora was recording what was going on, so she could show Katey later. Once the woman stops whipping Trevor. She puts her cell phone away and pulls her blow gun out. Just as the Asian woman was rising her arm, is when Cora hits her with a blow dart.
Liu was about to whip Trevor again when she feels something hit her in the neck. As she turns her head to see where it came from. Her body goes numb and darkness claims her. She collapses to the floor with the whip laying near her.
Cora walks into the bedroom and over towards the crumpled form of the Asian woman. She kneels and pick-up the Cats-of-nine tails. She stands up feeling the weight of the whip in her hands. An evil smile appears on her face as she cocks her arm back and cut loose with a powerful swing with the whip.
Trevor screams as he feels the whip connect with his back and cut into his skin. Liu had never hit him so hard before with a whip. He felt the whip hit him a second time and it cut even more into his flesh. His body shook from the impact of the third strike to his body.
Cora stops and walks around to look at Trevor’s face. She was smiling as she stood before Trevor.
“Are we having fun, Mr. McAdams?”
Trevor saw a humanoid fox person come from behind him and was looking at him. The person in front of him had glowing yellow eyes and was dress in a black skin-tight suit. They were wearing some sort of animal mask that looked like a fox’s face.
“Did you enjoy the whipping you got Mr. McAdams?” A smile forms on Cora’s face.
Trevor saw a smile forms on the face of the mask. He tries to reply, but he had the ball gag in his mouth. He glares at the person. He has no idea who this person was or why they were here.
“I bet, you are wondering who I am and why I am here. Well, Mr. McAdam, you are just going to have to wait and see who I am. As for why I am here? I’m here to administer justice for your victims. You order the hit on me, Katey DeNoon, her partner Ralph Parker and the two US Marshal’s. Plus, the Governor as well. That’s not to mention the innocent lives of several trans-people and normal women you have ruined as well.”
Trevor couldn’t believe what he was hearing from this person. He had been so careful in arranging everything, so it couldn’t be traced back to him. He still didn’t know who the person was behind the mask. It was a woman’s voice he had heard, but he didn’t sound familiar to him.
Cora decides to let him hang for a while. She walks around the room and using her enhanced the sense of smell, she sniffs out his safe. It was the push button type. She focuses on the keys to see which ones he pressed and presses them. It took her several tries to get the right combination, but she finally guesses the right one.
She opens the safe and found a lot of the money inside. Plus, she finds several thumb drives and portable hard drives. She walks over towards the bed and take one of the pillows off the bed and remove it from the case.
She walks back over towards the safe and puts all the cash inside the pillowcase. She takes the thumb drives and portable hard drives and put them in a pouch on her belt. She’ll go through them later to see what is on them.
She closes the safe and walks back over towards McAdams. She looks at him and could tell he was pissed.
“I’m going to leave the money I found in your safe for the women here. I don’t know their situation, but I would have to say they have earned it. As for you, you’re going to jail. If your lawyer manages to get you off with all the evidence against you. I will come back and send you to your ancestors.”
Cora secures the Asian woman she had been warned about. After she secures the woman, she secures Trevor McAdams next.
“Katey, I’m on my way out with our rabbit. Make sure there is a blanket in the van for him.”
“You might want to grab one from the bedroom.” Katey gets up from her hiding spot and heads towards the rental van and drives it around.
“Okay.” Cora grabs a blanket off the bed and wraps Trevor up inside of it, after cutting him down and securing him.
She heads downstairs and stops at the door of the woman she helped earlier.
Jinx answers the door and see the woman that helped her earlier.
“I’m here to give you this money. There should be enough in there for you and the other girl upstairs to start a new life. If you need help or anything here’s my and my partner’s card.” Cora pulls her card and Katey’s card out and hands it to her.
Cora hands the pillowcase filled with money to her.
“Thank you.” Jinx couldn’t believe her, and Vesta will be able to get out of the life they were currently in.
“You’re welcome. Be safe and good luck.” Cora turns to leave with Trevor thrown over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Ma’am, you might want to take his girlfriend as well with you. She shares responsibility for the crimes he committed. If nothing else, it turned her on.”
“Thank you. I’ll get her as well.”
Cora meets Katey outside and loads Trevor McAdam in the van. She goes back inside and grabs the Asian woman as well and put her in the
van. Once she has both people inside. She hops up onto the passenger seat and looks over towards Katey.
"We need to drop the trash off at the Marshall office."
"Okay,"
Katey puts the van into gear and heads towards the nearest US Marshall office.
Cora and Katey managed to get a hold of the Los Angeles US Marshal’s office to meet them at their office to accept their prisoners. Cora gave them the evidence they would need to prosecute Trevor McAdam and his female companion. She also suggested they check with the Salt
Lake office and check with them on the murder of the Marshal’s there.
When she and Katey dropped the perps off, they didn’t even bother to dress or remove the butt plug from Mr. McAdam’s butt. They just turned both preps over to the Marshal’s still dress like they were. Once Cora and Kathy were done in Los Angeles, they started heading back to Utah.
“Hey, Katey. I forgot to tell you that I gave one of your business cards to one of the ladies in McAdam’s place. I told her that if her or the other girl that was there needed help, to just call us.”
“Us? Are we partners now?” Katey glances over towards Cora.
“Why not? We both have a lot in common and we seem to make a good team. All you have to do is get your Private Investigators license.”
Katey thinks about it for a second. She wouldn’t mind doing this type of work and she could see where her Army training would come in handy. After all, her cousin was a former CIA agent and her older brother was on LA SWAT.
“Let me think about it. The thing is, there are still things about you I don’t know. Why do you wear the outfit you do and what’s with the mask?”
Cora thinks back to the night George took her to the sacred site to restore her mind. She had been lost inside her own mind, till the spirits helped guide her back to her body.
“I don’t know how much George told you about me. Remember that day you flew me to the hospital out of the desert?”
“Yea, I remember. You were at death’s door when George found you and contacted me to come out to fly you to the nearest hospital.”
There was no way Katey could forget that day. There had been several other bodies there. It looked like someone had been using it as their dumping grounds to rid themselves of their kills.
“Well, here is where things get weird. George and the hospital staff managed to heal my body, but I was trapped inside my mind. I had no control of my body and I couldn’t find my way out of my mind. I didn’t want to return to my body. The pain and rape I experience, I didn’t want to face it or believe that it happened. So, I refused to leave the safety of my mind.”
“I’ve heard of people experiencing something like that. Soldiers that have experienced trauma so severe that it either drives them insane or sends them inside the safety of their mind and they become vegetables.”
“That’s what happened to me. I didn’t want to come back and face what had happened to me. So, George checked me out of the hospital and took me to a sacred site that shamans of his tribe have used for centuries. Shamans of the past would take injured warriors there to heal them, both physically and spiritually.”
“I remember George telling me of the place. I’ve always wanted to explore the area, but every time I would fly over the area, my instruments would go crazy and I would start losing power. However, once I left the area, everything would start working fine again.”
“It’s the spiritual energies in that area that affected your modern electronics and such. Nothing modern will work within a mile of the place.”
“How do you know that?” Katey was curious.
“Let’s just say that the spirits that night told me.”
“So, you're saying that place is like the Bermuda triangle?”
“At certain times of the year or when a ritual is being performed there or has been performed there.”
“So, George took you there hoping he could get the spirits to help you?”
“Yes. He took me there and then called on the spirits and my own personal spirit to try to reconnect my mind with my body. See, when we are born a spirit attaches to us to help guide us through life. Sometimes, a person can feel their spirit animal or catch glimpses of their spirit animal if they know what to look for. My spirit animal is the fox, but not just any fox. My Fox guide is the fox god himself. I’m his anchor to this world.”
“What do you mean his anchor to this world?” Katey was puzzled by that.
“It means that somewhere in my family history. The Fox spirit either took human form or posse a human body and impregnated one of my ancestors. When he did that, it anchored his spirit to this plane of existences. So, if a descendant of his lives on. He’ll always exist.”
“Why would he need to do something like that? They are spirits and worshipped.”
“Not as much as they use to be. When the New World was being settled. A lot of the Native American beliefs were either stomped out by settlers or not passed down. The old ways are almost forgotten. There are only a handful of elders that still know the old ways and they are trying to pass that knowledge on to the younger generation. That includes the old beliefs of the spirits as well.”
“Wow, I didn’t know that. I mean I knew our government use to force Native Americans to give up their old ways and took their children and put them in schools to teach them English and such.”
“Well, I didn’t know that I still carried a part of the Fox god essences inside of me. So, when George perform the ceremony to call the spirits to help me. The Fox god appeared to help heal me. The Eagle spirit also appeared to help me as well. Where I belonged to Fox as one of his children, I also belonged to Eagle as well. He is my totem animal. He gave me the courage to face my fear, to not run or hide from it. He reminded me that I wasn’t meant to hide from my problems, but to soar above them and not let them ground me. Which is what happened to me. I allowed what happened to me to ground me. So, with a leap of faith and encouragement from Eagle and my Ancestor. I jumped off the cliff they had placed me and soar.”
Cora still remembers how she felt as she flew. It made her feel alive and reminded her that she was more then what she was.
“So, you belong to Fox, but the Eagle spirit is your totem? I wonder what mines is?” Katey was curious.
“Put my mask on and you’ll find out.”
Cora glances at Katey as she continued to drive down the highway. They still had several more hours before they would be back home.
Katey looks at the fox mask as it poked out of the pouch Cora had placed it in. She could see the black wooden ears the mask was made of sticking out of it. She reaches for it and lifts it out the pouch. She could feel the smooth wooden surface of the mask. It felt kind of warm as she held it.
Katey slowly raises it to her own face and when the surface of the mask touched her skin, she felt herself yanked out of her body and found herself standing in a grassy field. The sky was so clear that she loved it.
A black starry fox trots up to Katey “what is it that you are looking for child?”
“My spirit guide or totem.” Katey didn’t know if she was asking the right question.
The fox sits down and curls it tail around its body. It looks at Katey “that should be obvious to you already.”
“What do you mean it should be obvious to me? This is the first time I have ever asked what it is.”
“Is it? Think back to when you were little and were lost in the woods.”
Katey closes her eyes and thinks back to when she was ten years old. She had gone exploring in some woods near her home and got lost.
She started to cry, till she heard an owl. She had looked up at the sound and saw an owl sitting on the tree branch. It flew to another tree and she had chased after it. It did that several more times. When she finally caught up with it, she noticed that it had lead her back to her house.
When she looked where it had been, it was gone.
Katey opens her eyes and look at the Fox. It was grinning at her.
“See, you have always known what your spirit animal was. You have just forgotten about it.”
The field disappeared and Katey realizes that she was back in the car with the mask laying on her lap.
“Did you have your questioned answered for you?”
Cora felt the spiritual energies of the mask. The mask was part of her, like the suit was.
It takes Katey a few minutes to gather herself “yes, it has answered my question. My spirit guide/animal is the Owl.”
“Well, that makes sense. Your love for flying and how you can look at someone and know something isn’t right with them.”
“You could tell?” Katey looks over towards Cora
“Yes and no. I saw it in your eyes the first time I wore my suit around you and when we first met. I knew right away the Owl was your spirit animal and totem. It makes sense in a way.”
“Why do you wear that black suit?”
“Because the spirits gave it to me. When I woke-up from the ceremony George performed. I found the suit and several ancient weapons. The spirits wanted me to get justice for the people who had been left to die or had been killed and dump on Native American lands. The suit isn’t too bed. It’s made of several layers of spider silk that can stop bullets and arrows. However, I wish it could do more about the kinetic energy from a bullet or something.”
Cora was tired of recovering from getting shot.
“Maybe the spirits are trying to get you to move faster or find another way to stop someone without getting shot. You said one time that the spirits won’t allow you to use guns at all. Is there a reason why?”
“Yep, the spirits feel it is cheating using a gun. Any moron can point and fire a gun. They don’t even have to be good at it. It takes talent to use
a bow, spear or even a tomahawk. All though, there are times I wish they would let me use a gun.”
“Hey, how about I treat us to some lunch?” Katey had spotted a nice pizza place.
“Sounds good to me.” Cora pulls into the parking lot and park.
Cora and Katey head inside to stretch their legs and to grab a bite to eat.
Cora wakes-up and stumbles into her kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee. The business with Trevor McAdam and his girlfriend. They made sure that the tattoo of rear entry was permeant. She was to get with Katey later today for lunch to talk about her being her business partner. They worked well as a team.
After she makes her coffee the way she likes it and fixing herself some breakfast. She sits down at her computer and finishes up the paperwork on the case. Once everything was done about the case, including the black book she had stolen. She locks the book and hard drives up in her safe.
She sits there and stares out the window as she watches the sunrise. She drinks her coffee slowly and enjoyed the view. As she sits there and watches the sunrise, she wonders what new case will come her way.
After finishing her coffee. Cora gets dress and goes to check on George. She hasn’t had a chance to talk with him lately. She knocks on his door and waits. She knocks again, but he doesn’t answer. She takes her key out and unlocks the door and heads inside.
“George, its Cora. Are you home?” Cora heads towards the kitchen to see if George has had his morning coffee.
The coffee pot was empty, which meant he hasn’t fixed his coffee. She heads towards his bedroom to see if he was still in bed, but he wasn’t there. Cora pulls her mask out and takes a sniff. When she inhales, she could smell the scents he picks up from the hospital and the people he has interacted with. After concentrating on his scent, she could tell he hasn’t been home lately. If nothing else, the scent was a couple of days old.
She rushes out of George’s house and back to her place to change into her suit. She grabs her weapons and heads back to George’s place.
She kneels close to the ground and takes another sniff to track him. She picks up on four others scents she doesn’t recognize. She tracks the scent to a vehicle. It was a couple of days old, which meant she was going to have a hard time following it.
She starts following the scent. It was nice the spirits gave her a way to just lock onto one scent, even if it was days old and covered up by other scents. She follows it to an old dirt road and after several hours. She comes to an old mining facility. She approaches carefully and stealthy, using the terrain and some of the old buildings and equipment that had been abandoned for cover. After a few minutes, she spots two black SUV’s, like the one her and Katey had taken out. She looks around more and notices three men with guns, guarding the place. She proceeds quickly to get to a position where she could take them out, without being seen. She takes her bow and fires one arrow striking one guard.
Before the other guard can react or warn anyone. She fires a second arrow striking him, then a third arrow taking out the third person.
She moves quickly into the abandoned structure. There was a person coming towards her, so Cora takes her spear and smacks the guy across his face. The force from her swing and the spear smacking the guys face, sends him flying backward to the ground.
She moves deeper into the building. She hears movement behind her and just as she turns around to strike the person. She feels several sharp pains as her body gets hit by bullets. She grits her teeth as she lets fly one of her obsidian knives that sink into his throat. The person was wearing body armor.
Several guys start firing towards her as she ducks and take cover. A sly smile appears on her face as she tosses a smoke bomb to smoke up the area. When the cloud makes it hard for them to see her. She moves quickly into the smoke and fires her bow. Her arrows hit several of the targets she was aiming for. She keeps moving forward before all the smoke disperses. Several bullets hit her body, but she manages to take down the people firing at her.
“Ow!” As Cora limps towards the room they were guarding so heavily.
As she enters, she finds George tied to a chair with his shirt torn off. She catches her breath as she notices how badly he had been beaten and tortured.
“GEORGE!” As Cora runs forward to free him.
She takes her knife and cut his bonds. She couldn’t believe what they did to him. She places her fingertips at his neck to check his pulse. It was there, but barely. She lifts him up in her arms and moves as quickly as she can down to the SUV’s. The keys were still in them, as she lays him down in the passenger seat and secures him. She climbs into the driver seat and backs the SUV up and heads back the way she came. She knew where the hospital he worked at was and once she hit asphalt she floors it.
She didn’t care about stoplights or State Troopers once they started chasing her. She needed to get George to the hospital. She glances at the gauges and notices she was running low on gas. She makes it to the emergency room entrance, just as the SUV runs out of gas.
Cora hops out of the SUV and carries George into the emergency room examination rooms. She lays George down on the bed as several nurses and doctors come in to see who she had.
“Quick, he’s been beaten and tortured.” Cora steps back away from George and allows herself to be escorted out, so the medical personnel can work.
She notices out in the emergency room, were police and State Troopers waiting for her. George brought her here once and since her identity was still concealed by her mask. She heads out another way while dodging hospital security and the police. She makes her way to the top of the hospital and jumps off, spreading the glider wings on her suit and glide away from the hospital. The cool night air rushes by her as she glides through the air. She glides a far distance, before landing. It was going to take her the rest of the night to make it to the reservation’s broader.
She didn’t mind the night, it was her environment. She jogs the rest of the way home and by sunrise, she arrives at the trading post. It was just outside the reservation border. She was feeling tired and thirsty as she removes her mask. She walks inside the trading post to buy a liter of cold bottled water and some snacks. She grabs a sandwich to replenish what calories she burned.
Once she is feeling better and energized. She walks back to her place to get her car and head back to the hospital to check on George. By the time she arrives, the police have left.
As she walks in, she spots Carol at the reception desk “Hey Carol, what room is George in?”
Carol looks up when she hears a familiar voice. She spots Cora as she walks towards the counter.
“He’s in ICU 3 right now, Cora. How did you know he was in the hospital?” Carol had a puzzled look on her face.
“I got a call from a mysterious person saying George had been hurt and that they took them here to his hospital.” Cora had to lie to cover herself.
“Well, it’s a good thing they got George here when they did. If they hadn’t brought him, he would be dead. Whoever tortured and beat him, caused so much internal injury. That he would have drown in his own blood.” The staff that knew George was worried about him and wonder who would do such a thing to him.
“Do you mind if I go up and just peek in on him?”
“Go ahead, but he won’t hear you. We have him in a medically induced coma.”
“Thanks.” Cora heads over towards the elevators and takes it up to the floor where the ICU unit was.
Cora stands outside the unit George was in and just looked at his bandaged face. They had several machines hooked up to him, keeping him alive. She wishes that there was more she could do for him. She had no idea who those men were that had taken him or what they wanted from him. All she could guess was they worked for Trevor McAdam.
She stays for awhile just watching over George. Since there wasn’t anything she could do for him. She leaves the hospital and heads back to where she tracked George too. The other SUV was still there. None of the people she stabbed or shot with her bow and arrow were still alive. She searches their pockets and only finds a few items. She does find a key to a motel not too far from the reservation. She pockets it and heads back down to her car. She makes a call to a tow truck friend of hers to come out and tow the SUV back to her place.
She leaves some money for him along with the key and heads out towards the motel she had the key for. As she approached the place, it looks like it has seen better days. She slowly drives through the parking lot and finds the room. She parks in front of the room and heads inside. She had her knife in her hand just in case there were others inside.
She slowly opens the door and heads inside. The room was a mess. She looks around and finds a tablet someone had left behind with a duffel bag full of money and a few weapons. She looks around some more and finds nothing else. Just as she is working out of the room, she spots a cellphone. She grabs that and heads back towards her place with everything.
Cora stretches as she gets out of bed. She could hear the rain as it hit the roof of her trailer. She looks outside and notices it was coming down pretty good. She fixes herself a nice cup of coffee and watches the morning news. Trevor McAdam arrest was in the news along with his girlfriend Liu Gaochao.
She hopes the US Marshals makes him have a few accidents for what he did to their own. She liked Marshal Leonard and his partner Deputy US Marshal Delaney Johnson. She got revenge for them, but she hopes the Marshal service makes McAdam pay for their deaths.
George was still in ICU. She had checked on him last night before she went to bed. According to his doctor, he was going to be in the hospital for a while recovering.
She went back to the site that George had taken her and summoned the spirits. They told her that he was fine where he was and that they were already watching over him. She had done a good job in bring justices for several people and now it was time for her to heal and rest before her next quest comes along.
She sits down at her desk with her coffee and finished up the file on the case she started. She Had taken all the information she had gotten from the portable drive and the tablets, phones and such and encrypted it on a thumb drive design for read-only. Once the all the information is finished and organized. She places it in a special design file cabinet. There was no way anyone could get in it.
Cora pulls a CD out and put it in her CD player and listen to some nice relaxing music. She closes her eyes and listens to the rain pitter-patter against her roof. The downtime will do her abused body some good. It will allow her to heal the bruises she still had.
Cora just listens to the music and the rain. She was grateful to the spirits for giving her a second chance in life, but there were times she wishes they didn’t especially when she got shot. She wonders what Katey was doing at this moment.
Katey’s Place:
Katey stares down at the empty wine bottle laying on the floor near her bed. She had drunk the whole bottle last night. She had just gotten home from packing up all Ralph’s stuff and helping his parents load it in the moving truck they had gotten.
She had gotten drunk last night because she blamed herself for the death of Ralph. McAdam had hired people to kill him in retaliation for losing his breeding stock. Ralph had nothing to do with her transporting them to different hospitals. As she gets up and stumbles towards the bathroom. She hears her cell phone ring.
Katey looks at the number as she sits down on the toilet and notices it was from Coconino County, Arizona. She has no idea who it could be.
“Hello?” Katey’s curiosity got the best of her.
“Hello, this is Sara Marshal with Aero Flight Industries. Is Katey DeNoon available?”
“This is Katey DeNoon, what can I do for you?”
“Ms. DeNoon, our R&D director, Bud Chartwright was wondering if your services are available, for a long-term contract?”
Katey couldn’t believe Aero Flight Industries was calling her. Normally, they didn’t use freelance pilots.
“Yes, I’m available. Can you tell me what this assignment will be?”
“No ma’am, only the R&D director is authorized to talk about it. What day and time are you available for an appointment?”
“I’m available Monday the 25th. Will 11:00 am be okay?”
Sara checks the time and day for Mr. Chartwright. She notices that the time slot was opened.
“That will be fine Ms. DeNoon. Mr. Chartwright will be expecting you on the 25th at 11:00 AM. Have a nice day ma’am.”
Katey hears the call go dead. She finishes her business on the toilet and sets the day and time for the interview on her calendar on her phone. She washes her hands and cleans her phone, before heading into the kitchen to make some fresh coffee for herself. As she is brewing the coffee, she wonders why they called her.
She’ll have to ask some of the pilots that hang around down at Archie’s. She notices it is raining outside, which meant no flying today unless it was a true emergency. As she is fixing her coffee, she hears her phone beep, letting her know a text message had appeared.
Katey looks at the message and who it is from.
“Hey, cousin. I wanted, you to know me and Charlotte are adopting two beautiful girls from here in England. I want them to meet you. So, I was wondering when I come back if you can come to the ranch?” Bart
“I’ll be damn. He is finally going to start a family.” She looks at the pictures he sent of the two girls.
“They are cute.” She knows Charlotte is going to be happy as a clam having two young girls around her. Charlotte has always wanted kids but
couldn’t conceive. Her and Bart had talked about maybe asking her sister to be a surrogate for them.
She met her new cousin Dakota, Bart’s little sister. Now she’ll have some new cousins. She couldn’t wait to meet them. Since it was raining outside, she heads out to her garage to clean up out there.
Several Weeks Later:
“You’ll be going home soon George.” Cora looks down at George as he laid in the hospital bed.
“Thanks for bringing Running Springs buffalo stew to me.”
“Any time. I know how much you hate hospital food.”
“Only the food they serve the patients. The food down in the cafeteria is pretty good.”
“Well, its good to hear you talking. Doctor Connors said that you still can’t be released. The guys who worked you over, did a number on your organs.”
“I know. Did you get them?”
“Do you really have to ask that question? You know the spirits wouldn’t let me rest till I did. I’m just sorry you got hurt and Katey’s friend was murdered.”
George could tell that Cora was feeling bad about what happened to him and Ralph. He holds her hand and looks into her eyes. He could see the fox spirit glancing back at him.
“There would have been nothing you could have done to stop it, Cora.”
Cora squeezes George’s hand gently. She wishes she could trade places with him. He has become like a father to her.
“Go home, Cora and get some rest.”
“Yes, sir.” She places a kiss on his cheek before leaving.
Cora shivers as she watches from her perch. She wishes the suit the spirits gave her was warmer. She blended with the darkness surrounding her.
Someone has been disturbing ancient burial sites and stealing their artifacts. The spirits sent her a mental summons to investigate. The tribal police have been investigating several burial sites that had been disturb and their artifacts removed from them.
This was her third night staking out this burial site. She had a feeling that this site was going to be hit. She takes a piece of beef jerky out of her pouch and munch on it. She shivers again as a cold wind blows against her, sending a chill straight to her bones.
Around midnight Cora hears the rumbling sound of a vehicle approaching her location. She listens as the vehicle shuts off. She stays where she is, as she hears two voices. They sounded like they were Mexican or Spanish. Cora watches as they climb to where she was perched.
“Surprise, gentlemen.” Cora punches one in the face.
She whacks the other one with her spear, knocking him out. The one she punched, he tries to grab her. She blocks him and kicks him in his groin.
“Damn! I’m going to have to carry these pricks back to their vehicle.” Cora moves to the first guy she knocked unconscious and drag his body to their vehicle.
Cora notices it was a new 4x4 pick-up truck. She secures the first person’s hands, feet and tosses him in the bed of the truck. She goes back to the second fellow and drag his unconscious form back to the truck and toss him into the back as well.
Cora gets into the truck and drives it to an area where it will take a long time to walk back to get any help. She strips them naked and throws their clothes into the back of the truck. Cora takes her bottle water and pours it on one of the men’s faces.
Joshua and Pedro cough as they wake-up from the water being poured on them. They noticed that they were naked and laying on the ground.
“Hello, gentlemen.” Cora stands nearby looking down at the two men.
Joshua and Pedro look at the figure speaking to them. They have never seen anyone like them before. There was a humanoid fox standing before them.
“Who are you working for?” Cora's eyes flash red.
Joshua looks at the humanoid fox person “Vete al Infierno perra.”
A smile appears on Cora’s fox face. She walks over and whacks Joshua with her spear.
“Answer my question, or slowly have every bone in your body broken.” She pulls her war hammer from her belt and bounces it in her hand.
Pedro looks at the figure speaking. Their eyes were glowing red and they had an ancient war hammer in their hands. He watches as the figure got closer to them.
“No te voy a decir una mierda, puta.” Joshua was pissed at this thing.
He was losing out on a big score. Plus, the person he worked for would kill him for losing these artifacts. His boss made big money from selling
the artifacts on the black market.
Cora walks towards him as her eyes became redder. She takes her war hammer and smacks him on his right leg, not strong enough to break it, but enough to make it hurt for hours.
“You will tell me everything or I will leave your broken body out here for the coyotes to eat. That goes for you as well.” Cora looks over towards Pedro.
“Alec Hussle, we work for Alec Hussle. He gives us the information on the sites.” Pedro looks at Cora. He didn’t want to die out in the desert or be eaten by the coyotes.
“Where is he getting the locations from?” Cora knew only a handful of people on the reservation knew the location of the burial sites.
“I don’t know who he gets the locations from. I just go where he tells me.” Pedro just wanted to make some easy money.
Cora looks at Joshua “Where are the artifacts kept till they are sold?”
Joshua looks towards Pedro and then back towards Cora. He was pissed at Pedro for spilling his guts.
“He keeps them at his store, in a locked vault.” Joshua knew his life was forfeit now.
“You better not be lying to me.” Cora walks over and cuffs them.
She helps them back to the 4x4 pick-up truck and drives them to the tribal police officer. She goes in first, after removing her mask.
“I have the bandits for you. I also have a few leads to go on.” Cora directs her gaze at Alex Frank.
Frank looks at their local private investigator. Recently, he has been working with her on a few cases. His father was a shaman and told him
she would be a benefit to the department.
Every time he has seen her, she was always wearing a form-fitting black bodysuit and carrying ancient weapons with her. He did run her name and it came back with her registered in four states as a Private Investigator. She recently helped the local Marshal office with a case.
“Thanks. Where did you catch them?” Frank will need to add the location to the arrest warrant.
“Out by Agathla Peak. One of the old chief’s is buried out there. George took me there once and the spirits guided me there.” Cora knew Frank was the oldest son of Jack Grey Feather. He was a shaman like George was.
“Well, thanks for bringing them in.”
“Your welcome, oh, one more thing. I had them strip. Their clothes are in the back of the truck.” Cora walks out of the building and starts running back towards her trailer.
When Cora gets back to her place, she was cold and ready for a nice cup of hot tea. She mounts her weapons on the custom rack she built for them and hung her fox mask with them. While the water was brewing, she slips out of the body suit and drapes it over the back of a chair.
She hears the water whistling as she grabs her favorite mug, that had the face of a fox on it. Cora adds the special mixture of tea that George gave her and added some hot water to her mug. She grabs some cookies from her cookie jar and listens to some music from the local radio station.
As her tea brew, she adds a few teaspoons of honey she bought to sweeten it. As she is stirring the tea, she thinks about her next move. The thieves told her who was buying and fencing the stolen artifacts.
Maybe the ancients Native Americans should have put some sort of curse on the objects if they were disturbed. She takes a bite of her cookie as she walks into the living room and relaxes. Between the heat inside her trailer and the heat from the tea warming her insides. She was starting to feel better.
Cora relaxes against the sofa cushions and enjoys her cookie and hot tea. Tomorrow, she’ll check on this Alec Hussle. She finishes her cookie and tea and head to bed. She’ll rinse her mug out in the morning.
Cora curls up under her blankets and drifts off to sleep. As she sleeps, her spirit communes with the ancient warriors and learn from them. It has been just recently that she learned that she could communicate with the ancient chiefs and warriors.
When she wakes up the next day, she is mentally tired. She stretches and yawn. Her body felt like she had been lifting weights all night long. Cora gets up and does her morning business. She gets dress afterwards. She wears her suit, under her clothes and tucks her mask into her purse.
Cora grabs the keys to the Camaro she acquired from her last job. She managed to get the car put in her name. She looks up the address for the shop Alec Hussle owns and drives towards there. According to what she found out about him, he is an art dealer that specializes in Native American art.
Cora pulls up in front of the address. The outside of the store was nice. As she walks inside the store, she spots several fakes, mass produce items. There were a few artworks by some of the artists that lived on the reservation.
“Welcome to Native Dreams, what can I do for you today?” A young Native American woman in her early twenties comes walking over towards Cora.
A smile appears on Cora’s face “hi, I’m Cora Black and I’m here to see Alec Hussle. I was recommended to him about some special pieces.”
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Hussle won’t be in today. He is meeting with a client.” Tadita was informed by her boss, that he was going to be out of the office today.
“Darn, I was hoping to purchase some special pieces from him, before I flew back to California.” Cora tries to look disappointed.
“I can try to call him and see if he is coming back to the store.” Tadita pulls her cell phone out and dials her boss.
“Thank you.” Cora walks around looking at the artwork and locating the door to the warehouse.
Cora notices it had a mechanical lock on it. She wonders if the place had a loading dock. As she continued to look around, she notices several cameras and motion detectors.
Tadita finishes her conversation with Mr. Hussle and walks over where Cora was standing.
“I spoke with Mr. Hussle and unfortunately, he won’t be coming back to the store today. If you can postpone your flight. He’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning.” Tadita was hoping Ms. Black could postpone her flight. She really needed a big sale.
“Let me see what I can do, and I’ll get back to you.” Cora walks away out of the store and heads back to her car.
Cora drives off and looks for a place she can park the Camaro, without it getting towed or stolen and changes clothes. Once Cora slips the mask on, she heads back to the store. She uses the shadows to conceal her movement.
She manages to make it back to the store, undetected. The place had a loading dock as she had hoped. There was another door next to the loading dock, that had the same type of mechanical combination lock like the one inside the store. She pulls out her fingerprinting powder and
blows some on the buttons. She brushes the dust, till she finds which buttons were used and tries different combinations until the door unlocks.
Cora cautiously enters the warehouse and look around according to the information she got from the two men. The items that had been removed from the burial sites, were stored in a locked room. As for the security cameras, she takes a paint gun and fires a paintball at them, to cover the lens.
It takes her a few minutes to find the storage room. The door was locked and had a mechanical lock on it like all the other doors. Cora pulls her fingerprint powder out and does the same thing she did on the other door. She opens the door and heads inside.
Her sensitive nose picked up on the freshly dug dirt, that still clung to the artifacts. There were pottery pieces, weapons, statues and other items that had been buried with their owners. The Native American part of her was angry that people would steal from the dead.
Cora pulls her cell phone out and dials the Phoenix Marshal office. Lately, she has been working with them off and on. Ever since the case, she helped them take down a major predator for killing two of their people. Her new connect at the Marshal office was a seasoned agent they brought in from Texas.
He was a former Texas Ranger, that had a colorful career before he joined the Marshal service. He had a heavy Texan accent. His partner, on the other hand, was a former DEA agent that got on the bad side of his supervisor. So, he quit the DEA and joined the Marshal service.
Phoenix Marshal service:
Jason Crockett walks in with his fresh cup of coffee. His partner, Bill Wallace was behind him with his own cup of coffee. As they approach their desk, the phone starts ringing.
Bill puts his coffee down and answers the phone “Hello, Marshal Wallace speaking, how can I help you?”
“Hey, Wallace. It’s Cora and I need for you and Crockett to come down to 1254 Second street. The name on the building is called Native Dreams. The owner of the business is dealing in stolen Native American artifacts.” Cora picks a piece up and examines it.
“Cora, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Deputy Wallace has met Cora before and knew she did private investigation. Most of her jobs was just taking pictures of cheating spouses, but occasionally she would have jobs that cross paths with them.
“Stolen Native American artifacts. I was hired by the tribal council to locate stolen artifacts. I arrested the ones who have been digging up the artifacts and have located the ones they took to a black-market seller. I need for you and your partner to come and take possession of
the artifacts.” Cora couldn’t call the tribal police to help, because their authority ended when they left the reservation.
“Do you have the dealer in custody?” Wallace would love to have them as well.
“No, he’s not coming in today. I was going to go to his home and arrest him myself.” Cora figures Mr. Hussle would have some stolen items at his home. Most black-market dealers kept pieces for their own collection.
“Hold on for a minute, Cora.” Wallace looks over towards Crockett.
“Hey Crockett, Cora needs our help. She has a bunch of stolen Native American artifacts she needs us to take possession.” Wallace watches his partner.
Crockett looks over towards Wallace “How did she come across these artifacts?”
“She was hired by the tribal council to locate them.”
“Alright, tell her we’ll take possession, but I want a full explanation on how she came across them.” Crockett knew Cora didn’t play by the rules.
She was more of a vigilante, then law enforcement.
“Alright, Cora. Give me the address of the store again.” Wallace picks up a pen and paper to write the address down.
Cora gives him the address again. She puts the piece she had been looking at down.
“Alright, we’ll be there in an hour.” Wallace knew it was going to take that long to get there.
“That’s fine. I’m not going anywhere.” Cora ends the call.
Native Dreams:
Tadita was surprised when the US Marshal’s from Phoenix, Arizona and Flagstaff police shows up at the store. She watches as two US Marshals come walking into the store.
“How can I help you, gentlemen?” Tadita had a pleasant smile on her face.
“We’re here to take possession of some Native American artifacts. So, if you can have the manager show us where they are. We won’t press charges against you.” Deputy Wallace.
“I’m sorry sir, but we don’t deal in black market artifacts.”
“Actually, you do deal in black market pieces.” Cora comes walking out from the warehouse.
Tadita turns around and sees a person wearing all black with a face that looked like a fox. The eyes of the fox were glowing red.
“Surprised, the pieces are in the back.” Cora comes walking out towards everyone.
“Who are you?” Tadita was surprised by this person.
“I’m nobody.” As a sly smile appears on Cora’s fox face.
Wallace and Crockett couldn’t believe how Cora looked. There was nothing in her files about a black fox face. They watch as she walks up to them.
Some of the Flagstaff police go into the warehouse and find the door she left open. When some police go to arrest Tadita.
“She’s innocent and didn’t know about the artifacts.” Cora could see her aura and notices it was clean, not corrupt.
The police officer stops and just pull Tadita aside to talk with her.
Cora looks at the two US Marshals “I think you guys can handle this. I have someone I need to go and retrieve.”
Alec Hussle was on his way back from meeting with one of his favorite buyers. The person was willing to buy all the artifacts he had for a quarter of a million dollars. He could finally get out of the business of selling old Native American artifacts and go to live on a nice tropical Island.
As he approached his store. He notices police cars and a few government vehicles. He turns his car around and drives towards his house to get the money he hadn’t deposited into the bank. He pulls up to his house and heads inside to get what money and artifacts he could secure to sell to raise more money.
As Alec is getting his stuff together to run. A female humanoid fox figure steps out of the darkness.
“Are you planning on going somewhere, Mr. Hussle?” Cora had raced from the store to Mr. Hussle’s house. Her Camaro was parked nearby.
Alec turns around and looks at the person that just spoke. He did know who the person was or why they were in his home.
“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in?” Alec pulls a gun from behind his back.
“I’m nobody and I just walked in. Now, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” Cora slides one of her obsidian knives into her.
“What do you mean the easy way? Why are you here?” Alec had no idea who this humanoid fox person was.
“I mean, you are guilty of stealing Native American artifacts and selling them. You surrender to me now or face the consequences.” Cora watches Alec Hussle body movement.
A smile appears on his face “what do the dead care about me selling their crap.” As he pulls the trigger on the gun.
Cora tosses the knife into Alec Hussle shoulder. Another knife follows the first one and hits right where she was aiming. She sweeps his legs out from under him and knocks him out.
“You should have surrendered.” Cora secures Alec Hussle and carries his tied up form down to her Camaro to drop him at the marshal office.