The White Wolf Chapter -20-


Jesse has inherited his Grandfather's ranch.
Now he must fight his father to keep it while he must
honor his Grandfather's last wish of seeking Coyote.

 

The White Wolf
Chapter 20
by Barbara Allan

Copyright © 2012 Barbara Allan

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Chapter 20 Preparing for battle

Jesse woke as the plane that was carrying her began to descend. She had talked with the pilot about her adventures to this point, but she didn't think he believed much of her tale. He didn't have much Native American in his back ground. The most exposure he had to her world was through Hollywood movies that either showed the First Nations as a war like people always fighting the white man or a down trodden people to be pitied. Though there was some truth in the movies, they never really came close to the real People who called themselves the First Nations.

The People fought against the encroachment of those who would steal their lands. The Indians were usually out-numbered and and out-gunned, but they fought to keep their lands and their way of life. When they could no longer fight, their lives and spirits were taken from them by being herded on to reservations like cattle and given a small stipend on which to live. The government owned the lands and allowed them to live there, governed by corrupt men who would steal or take advantage of the People. Sadly, a person doesn't take much care of what he doesn't own. Only when a person has enough strength of spirit and will, does one break the dependency that the government forced on the People. This was her heritage. A heritage, that she would have been part of if the first Hartman hadn't left the reservation to find a better life for his family. The strength of spirit remained strong through the generations of Hartmans.

Maybe that is why her father was constantly angry. He believed he didn't have the same strength of spirit as her grandfather and he resented the fact that he wasn't equal to the task that he saw before him to take over the ranch. Maybe that was why he pushed her so hard when she was male to become an athlete to make up for his perceived short comings. She shook her head to clear these thoughts as she needed to concentrate on the task at hand.

The doctor and young girl gathered what small amount of luggage they brought with them from the pilot and started toward the terminal. The pilot would see to the plane and then go to the hotel to rest before they flew back. There was a middle aged woman in the terminal holding a sign reading “HARTMAN.” Jesse walked over to the woman and stated “I'm Jesse Hartman.”

The older lady looked a bit confused before she stated, “I was expecting a young man.”

“I wasn't expecting anyone to meet us, but we will explain when we get to the office. Right now, we could use some breakfast and a place to clean up. Afterward, I would like to visit a salon to get my hair tamed before we go to court.”

“That sounds good. Mr. Robertson won't be in his office until about 10:00. He was up late working on another case. He still thinks your case is a slam dunk, but one never knows, and he is prepared if you have the DNA results. Oh, By the way, my name is Sara Lancaster.”

The old Doc said, “I am having the DNA test sent to my phone. We will be able to print it out at Mr. Robertson's office.”

“Excuse me for being rude,” said Jesse. “This is Dr. Robert Henley. He attested to my grandfather's will and is here if we need him as a friend of the family.”

“Nice to meet you Dr. Henley. We had better be going if we are to get to the office on time and stop by a salon on the way. Luckily there is a salon in our business complex.”

They stopped at a Denny's on the way to the office for breakfast. While they ate, they made small talk about the weather and the local gossip since Jesse had gone off to college. Sara finally asked the question that had been on her mind since she picked them up that morning. “Jesse, the last time I saw you, you were a young man just out of college. You didn't show any signs that you were transgendered, and you haven't had time to go through the process to get gender reassignment surgery. But you make one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen. Something happened when you went out west?”

“Ms. Lancaster, this won't make any sense to you, but I met Coyote who is a minor deity to the First Nations. Being a trickster he changed me into a girl.”

“You are telling me that you met this magical animal, and he changed you into a girl?”

“Not just any animal, but Coyote, with a capital ‘C’.” Seeing the continued confusion on the woman's face the young girl just shrugged. “If it makes it easier for you to understand, I met a magical animal.”

They left the restaurant and arrived at the salon just as they were opening. Sara and Jesse walked in to see if the stylists would be able to fit the young girl in this morning. A lady of about thirty-five stepped up to the counter saying that her first appointment had called in, not being able to make it due to the flu and she would be happy to help out. As she led Jesse into the back to take her jacket and blouse off, the woman introduced herself, “My name is Francis, but most folks around here call me Franky.

“I'm Jesse. It is a pleasure to meet you ma'am.”

“You don't have to ‘ma'am’ me. Just call me Franky.”

She wrapped a cape around the young girl and led her to the back sinks to shampoo her hair. “When was the last time you've been in a salon,” asked the hairdresser.

“It has been awhile. I have spent the last few weeks on my grandfather's ranch. Before that, I was at college. I haven't had much money for a haircut.”

“This looks a little worse than a few years of neglect.”

“I did just come out of the wilderness where I went for my spirit quest. That may have caused some of the recent damage.”

“Spirit quest?” asked Franky. “I don't understand?”

“My grandfather was into Native American ways. When a young man reaches a certain age, he's required to go into the wilderness to seek his spirit animal. This is the animal that he'll be brother to. The animal will watch over him and give him strength in life and battle.”

They had moved from the back to the salon chair to begin styling Jesse's hair. “How to you want your hair to look?”

“I need to look like a successful business woman, but I don't want to look like I'm trying to be older than I am. Does that make sense?”

“Actually it does. Let’s keep it as long as possible. Maybe long bangs in the front with a French braid in the back.”

“That sounds good. If I need to, I can braid it on both sides for a Indian Princess look when I go back home”

The stylist started brushing and combing out the young girl's hair. “Where is home?”

“I live in Montana.” Short sentences can be best when someone is cutting one's hair. They keep the clippings out your mouth.

“That explains the western get up you were wearing when you came in. I guess that should explain the broken arm as well.”

“I broke it when I fell off my horse”

“You said that young men went on spirit quests. Why were you on one?”

“I'm an only child and an only grandchild, so you could say I'm the only boy my grandfather had.”

Talking to the young woman was fascinating to Franky, as she had never met some like Jesse. “Did you find your spirit animal?”

“Yes, I met the wolf and was welcomed into his pack.”

“Wow! Your father and grandfather must be proud of you after completing your quest.”

“My grandfather would have been, but he passed away a few months ago. My dad, not so much.”

“Why not?”

“I wasn't quite the boy my father wanted. He wanted a son that could play sports and grow up to be a MAN. I was always small and delicate.”

“Close your eyes where I can cut your bangs. Didn't your father like having a daughter?”

“When my father knew me, I wasn't a girl.”

“If you were ever a boy, I will get my hair cut in a spikey Mohawk.”

“You don't have to get a haircut. Do you know anything about Indian lore, especially Indians from the Southwest or Great Plains?”

“Not much. I know some lived in teepees and some in pueblos, that is about the extent of my knowledge.”

“Part of the religion of the People as they called themselves is a minor deity named Coyote. He can be quite a trickster. When I met Him on my spirit quest, He changed me from male to female.”

“Now your pulling my leg.”

“Some days I wish I was, but that is what happened to me. I was quite content being a young male.”

“Just about done with your hair. Do you want me to clean up your eyebrows?”

“Yes, please. Just don't make them too thin. I want to look professional, not like A Professional, though.”

Franky laughed at Jesse's joke. “Let me finish the eyebrows and we'll be done. Do you need me to help put your clothes back on.”

“Actually, if you could do my make-up for a courtroom look, I would appreciate it. I have court today at 2:00 and I brought my suit in with me. I will need help getting it on.”

Ouch, I didn't realize that was going to hurt so much.”

“Don't be such a baby. This will only take a few minutes” Jesse grimaced at the thought but steeled herself for Franky to finish.

“Now that's done, do you need your legs waxed?”

The young woman thought about the pain she just went through, and now, this woman wants to rip out the hair on her legs all at once instead of one at a time. “Can't I just shave them?”

“Where are you going to shave your legs between here and the lawyers office?” said the salon stylist giving Jesse a what are you thinking look.

“SIGH. Okay,” said the young wolf dejectedly. “Wax my legs.”

Jesse wanted to scream with the first yank on the waxing process, but she held it in. If other women could stand it, so could she. The broken arm didn't hurt as bad. Maybe a thousand bandaids being ripped off at once might compare. Then there was the second yank that brought a groan from her. She closed her eyes and squeezed the arm of the chair with her good hand. Finally the torture was over and the young girl slumped in the chair.

“You know this could have been worse,” said Franky

“I don't see how.” replied Jesse.

“I could have given you a bikini wax.”

“No, no, I'll talk, I'll talk.”

“That's right little girl you vill talk and you vill like it,” said the stylist in a fake German accent.

That set them off giggling. “Just a little more torture and then you will be ready. Lets go back to zee chair.”

The two women came out of the back giggling, while the other patrons just stared at the two. Franky started on Jesse's make-up. She explained what she was doing as she transformed the little girl into a woman of power. Jesse was amazed at the reflection of her face in the mirror. If she had walked in to this woman's office she would have been calling her ma'am without hesitation.

“If you don't win your court case today, it isn't because we weren't trying,” said Franky. “ Let’s get you into your clothes.”

The older woman helped the younger strip down to her lingerie replacing the clothes the younger woman was wearing with the ones that were bought the day before. “We won't put your arm in your jacket as it won't fit because of the cast, but we can pin it so it looks nice.”

Jesse asked, “Which shoes do you suggest?”

“Well the tall boots are cute and can give you an innocent but sexy look. The short boots are pure sex. The pumps, that you have selected, indicate power. Those are the ones I would wear. Do you have any hosiery?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get those on you and into the pumps.”

They finished getting the young woman dressed and walked over to the full length mirror. “Wow” was the only word that would come to Jesse's mind. She turned to the stylist and with a quaver in her voice she said, “Thank you, I'm just so....” She stopped because she was beginning to choke on her words.

“I know honey. You ARE beautiful. Be careful going out like that. You'll leave a trail of broken hearts behind you.”

Jesse left the salon and made her way to the attorney's office. Ms. Lancaster was sitting at the front desk typing a letter when the young shaman walked in. “May I help you?” asked the secretary just glancing up.

The young woman stifled a giggle. “I'm here to see Mr. Robertson.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“I hope so. We are to be in court today at 2:00.”

The secretary finally looked up at the woman in front of her with a puzzled look on her face. “Jesse?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Wow! Franky did an outstanding job on you. I didn't recognize you. Have a seat. I will let Mr. Robertson know you're here. He's been talking with Dr. Henley for the past fifteen minutes.”

Mr. Robertson opened the door to his office to see a beautiful young woman sitting in his waiting area. He walked over to Ms. Lancaster “Where is Mr. Hartman?”

“There is no Mr. Hartman.”

“But you said he was here?”

“I said that Miss Hartman is here.”

Jesse stood up, “Mr. Robertson, I am Miss Jesse Hartman. We have much to talk about before we leave for court.”
 
 
To Be Continued...



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