Page 127 of Chaos has a Name
“Show me around,” Ethan said, knowing Callen was the one who came here more often.
When there was time, he’d land here when he was flying between DC and California for his other job.
If that was what his brother wanted, Callen would be more than happy to show him. Truth be told, Callen was proud of this place.
His vision for the reservation was almost complete. It had come to fruition exactly how he wanted.
The broken boy was now a man who could make a difference for the place that spawned him.
Still holding his hand, they both headed toward the food pantry. This had been Elizabeth’s baby more than theirs. There was no doubt it was the mother in her.
It broke her heart thinking about little children going hungry at night in their beds.
That was her call to action.
As a Catholic, who went to church on Sundays with Addison and Gene, she tried to do what Jesus would do.
Now, the other days, she did what the FBI wanted her to do.
Going inside, it was being run by a little Native woman, and the second she saw them, she headed their way.
And hugged them.
The smile on her face said it all.
Again, Gryphen tensed, and again, Callen reassured the man that they were safe.
What was she going to do?
Strangle them with her long-ass braid?
Callen was pretty sure that they could take her. The Native woman looked to be about one hundred pounds, soaking wet.
“I thought you’d never come,” she admitted, taking both of their free hands in hers. “I’m Elkie Stormchaser.”
They greeted her the proper way with their language, and she laughed.
It was filled with warmth and made her seem like every other Native auntie on the rez.
“Oh, I remember you two when your grandfather was alive. He raised hellions, but you turned out good. He would be proud of the men you have become. He would be so happy to see you’ve turned back to your heritage.”
That was all they could hope.
Timothy had mattered to them.
It was true that they didn’t shun it anymore. Yes, they worked for the FBI, and that was the antithesis of the Native person, but they made amends by helping as much as they could.
It was a legacy that they earned, and were grateful to be able to do it.
It was clear that Elkie was a lifer here on the Rez. She was most likely the same mindset that Natives stayed on the reservation—like Timothy.
To their knowledge, he only left it once.
“Come see the place. If your wife gets here, please have her come in. I wish to thank her for what she’s done. For the first time, our people have access to things to make our lives easier. For the first time, we have plenty, and don’t want for anything.”
And that was the point.
The basic needs for every human should be met. The children here should have shoes, and clothes that fit. They should have backpacks with fun characters to make them smile.
