Page 125 of Chaos has a Name
They ran from here, and now, they were back with a vengeance. They came home to make it right.
It was time.
“This building is a blessing,” Tom Redbear said. “You help a lot of the people here. When the food runs out, it is magically replaced. Sometimes, I wonder if it is by the hand of The Great Spirit or mythical forest elves.”
Ethan was honest.
“It’s our wife. She has spies everywhere. When she hears there is no food, she makes sure it’s handled.”
Tom smiled.
“I hope I get to see her when she comes back. It’s always a pleasure. She has a very old soul, and I can see why Timothy loved her as much as he did.”
Oh, well, she was back.
Hopefully, he felt the same after she met with him.
Time would tell.
“We’ll make sure that happens,” Callen said. “We were just going to take a tour and take it in before we met with you. Would you like to join us, Chief?”
He patted both boys on their shoulders.
This was a time to remember and reflect on their pasts. That was best done without an audience.
“I will stay here and talk to my old friend,” he stated. “Timothy is missed. We hoped at some point, one of his sons would take over as Shaman. We’ve been without one for a long time.”
Callen laughed.
“Not it!” he said, making his brother laugh too.
“I dabble,” he admitted to Tom Redbear. “I’m not Timothy Blackhawk. That’s for damn sure.”
He stared at the man.
“You look like Timothy, and your heart is like Timothy’s. Maybe you are more him than you believe. You should trust your heart, Ethan. I know Timothy would.”
Yeah, that was difficult for Ethan.
At that point, he was still stirred up with what happened inPhiladelphia, and he’d have to come to grips with the fact that he was born here as a Native.
“You were both born of our people. You are right where you need to be. I believe the ancestors when they talk. You should too. Go into the smoke and find your answers.”
Maybe.
All Ethan knew was that this place had always called to him. In his younger days with the FBI, he’d always been tempted to heed its call.
“Now, go take your tour. We’ll have lunch when you’re done. Will you join me?”
It was rude to say no, so they had no choice.
“We will, Chief. Thank you,” Callen said, kissing him on both cheeks in affection. “Give us a few to take it all in. Sometimes, we miss feeling him around. Sometimes, we miss that connection.”
Tom patted the man on the arm.
“That I understand. I’m proud that you both still keep some of the traditions of his life. He would be proud,” he admitted.
Then, with that, Tom Redbear walked away, heading back out to the council house.
