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.”