Page 412 of Chaos has a Name
“I don’t care how much pity money you drop here. You’re an outsider, and you don’t need to be here. If the two men who shacked up with you cared about this tribe, they’d leave you home.”
Callen opened his mouth.
Why?
The other Natives in the room were agreeing with the man, and while he got it, always being the minority in the room, this was his wife.
She was the least racist person there.
In fact, he and Ethan were probably more racist than she ever could be.
Only, he was cut off.
“I understand that,” she said, calmly sipping her coffee. “Only, you have a problem,” she said. “It seems that someone is killing Natives here. One a year, and then coming back for more helpings the following Solstice.”
There were murmurs from the older Natives.
Yeah, the cat was out of the bag.
Word would spread, but she needed to get this shit handled so she could stop the killing and get back to DC.
“What the hell are you talking about, lady?” Paditi said.
It was when his brother came out of the back, hearing the commotion, that they all looked over.
He sighed the second he saw why his brother was all stirred up.
“Pad, calm down,” he said.
The man headed toward Callen, and shook his hand. It was clear he knew him.
“It’s been a while, Callen.”
The man nodded.
“It has,” he said, recalling the last time he saw the man. It had been when he was Chief of Police here. Roland had called him a lot when Wyler was passed out at his bar.
Or started a fight.
Or…
“She’s up in our business,” Paditi said to his brother.
That made Roland curious.
He knew that his mother spoke of the Blackhawks a lot. He didn’t know Ethan Blackhawk, but he did know his brother, Wyler, and Timothy.
“About?” he asked, shaking Elizabeth’s hand, and ignoring Gene.
Callen stopped that bullshit.
“He married my brother,” he said. “He’s a Blackhawk,” he stated.
Roland didn’t care.
They tolerated Elizabeth Blackhawk because Timothy Blackhawk loved her. She was all he spoke of, and that bought her a little leeway.
Not much, but some.
