He gave a rough bark of laughter. “You really don’t know anything about the legends, do you?”
She pulled herself up and glared at him. “Nope, sorry, never saw the need to do research on shapeshifters,” she replied sarcastically. “If I’m not asking the right questions, you’ll just have to forgive me.”
“I can only become an owl — it’s my totem. I told you that, as an owl, part of me is still human?”
She nodded.
“As a human, the owl is always with me, too.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I can move silently whenever I need to, I can see things in the dark that are invisible to others, and my hearing? Unbelievably sharp.” He came close, looming over her. “And I will do everything I can to defend and protect my family and my territory.”
She swallowed. “I’m not going to write about this,” she insisted.
“I believe you. It wouldn’t be in your best interests.”
“You think I’m selfish, don’t you?” she asked defensively.
He stepped back. “I think you’re so driven by ambition that you’d do anything to succeed.”
“What’s wrong with that?” she huffed.
“Nothing. . in your world. In mine, we’re worried about surviving.”
“And you’re using, what did you call it? Medicine?”
“Trying to.” His eyes roamed the landscape. “There are those who’ve been seduced, lost interest in the good of the people. They see only their own desires.”
“Charlie Two Horses.”
“He’s one. There are others.”
“Why do they want to ruin the Center?”
“There are several reasons. People with little else have donated possessions that have been in their families for years. To see them destroyed would be destroying the heart of our people.” He focused on R.J. “People without heart, who’ve been beaten down, are easier to manipulate,” he said sadly. “Then there’s the money. The Center is heavily insured, so if something happened to it, a large sum of money would be paid to the tribe. That money could be used for other things.”
“Like a casino?”
“Exactly. Some people lose enough of their money in town; they don’t need easy access to gambling here.”
“Have you made this argument to the Elders?”
“Of course but it’s not that simple. My grandfather has a lot of honour in the eyes of the tribe, but I’m still a half-breed.”
She saw lines of weariness tighten his face. “They don’t trust you?”
“Not completely.”
Moving close, she dropped the jack-handle and laid a hand on his arm. His muscles quivered at her touch. “Then why are you fighting for them? Why not leave this place and start a new life away from all of this?”
A look of regret crossed his face and he opened his mouth to speak. Abruptly, his features hardened. His lips closed and he shook his head. “I can’t. My place is here.”
The sadness in him reached out and swamped her. Putting her arms around him, she laid her head on his chest and felt him shudder. His hand stole up to her face and he tilted her chin, looking deeply into her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the fire burning inside of him. Unblinking, he began to lower his face to hers. Suddenly in the depths of his eyes, a yellow spark flamed.
“Down!” he whispered harshly, pulling her off her feet.
“Wha—”
He clamped a hand over her mouth. “Quiet,” he hissed, crouching beside her. “You’ll give away our position to the men down there.”
Her eyes strained against the darkness, trying to see what he saw, but all she could make out was the dark shape of the Center.
He released her arm and began to steal away. “Stay here.”
“Oh no you don’t, Bird Man,” she said softly, picking up the jack-handle. “You’re not leaving me behind this time.”
“Bird Man?” he sputtered. “You make light of my medicine?”
“Hey, I’m just going with the flow,” she murmured, “and happy I’m not insane after all.”
She felt him tense and saw the conflicting emotions race across his face. She almost sensed what he was thinking: how many were there? Should he leave her here unprotected? What if he lost the fight?
Finally, he made his decision and motioned her to follow. “Quietly,” he cautioned as he crept ahead.
R.J. tried to mimic Sean’s stealth. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he could move silently — the tall grass barely stirred as he edged forward. He led her to the side of the building and moved her into the shadows. Laying a finger on his lips, he pointed to the ground with his other hand, indicating she should stay put. Then without a word, he disappeared around the side of the building.
Flattened against the side of the Center, her heart hammered in her chest and sweat beaded in her armpits. Visions of bones scattered across the prairie danced in her mind. Could she make it to the Jeep without giving Sean away? She could go for help — but where? And who could she trust? No, she thought with a shake of her head, for once she’d obey and pray that the owl wasn’t outmatched.
Suddenly she heard the sound of voices. Shrinking back into the shadows, she strained to listen.
“Shut up,” one voice rasped.
“I’m telling you — that’s her Jeep sitting there,” A second voice whispered. “What if she comes back and catches us?”
“Do what I tell you and she won’t.”
“What if she’s inside?”
“That’s her problem, not ours.”
“But—”
“Just do it.”
A shift in the breeze lifted a strand of R.J.’s hair and with the breeze came a strange odour. Her nose twitched and she felt a sneeze building. Grabbing the tip, she pinched until the feeling passed. Letting go of the breath she’d been holding, she inhaled deeply. Oh my god, she smelled gasoline — they were going to torch the place. Where in the hell was Sean?
She slunk around the corner of the building and saw three shapes huddled on the ground by the long windows of the Council room. Close enough to make out what they held in their hands, she saw a glass bottle with a rag trailing down its side. Great, a molotov cocktail. She smelled the sulphur as the match struck and watched in horror as the flame drew near the rag. She had to do something.
But then, the flame abruptly died and the man holding the spent match flew into the air as if yanked by an invisible rope. A foot shot out and knocked the bottle from the next man’s hand. A second hit to his jaw had him sprawling backwards. He didn’t move. The third man scrambled to his feet and took off at a run towards a stand of cottonwood. A screech rent the air, and a white owl soared above the running man’s head, outdistancing him.
At least now she knew where Sean was. Relieved, she fell back against the building, until a quick movement on her left had her standing at attention.
A fourth man. With a gun. As if in slow motion, he raised it, training it on the white shape headed for the cottonwoods.
“Hey!” She pushed away from the building and, raising the jack-handle high, rushed him.
Surprised, his gun wavered, giving R.J. time to bring the jack-handle down with full force on his wrists. Bones snapped and dirt flew when the shot went wide. Holding his arms tightly against his stomach, the man wheeled and ran.
R.J. thought about giving chase, but a noise from the stand of trees caught her attention. She turned just in time to see the man make it to the trees. . but the owl had made it first. It waited on a low branch, and as the man ducked under the limb, the owl disappeared. Sean swung down and planted both feet on the man’s chest. He staggered back, trying to gain his balance, but Sean was on him in a flash. The thud of fists hitting flesh lasted only a few moments.