Chapter 25
Once Lucky got back on the main road heading east, he hesitated to talk with Tempest. He’d like to wait till the Sun came up, so he could watch her expressions. Yet he doubted he could put it off any longer. Events were moving fast and people were coming into play. If possible, he wanted to avoid mistakes, confusion, or excessive danger.
“You wanted to tell me something?” she asked.
“Maybe I’ll wait till sunup.” He knew he was delaying the discussion because he was concerned about her reaction.
“That bad?”
“No.”
“I won’t judge you. I’ve had too much of that myself.”
He rode close to her. Pale moonlight painted her face in shades of silver, giving her an otherworldly appearance. He needed to give her more credit. Maybe she would understand and accept all he had to tell her.
When she gently squeezed his hand, he felt their deep connection. It gave him courage. “I told you I was President of the Society for the Preservation of Antiquities, didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
“In fact, that is the cover name for the real organization.” He held her gaze. “I’m actually Chief of the Secret Order of Sun Rattlers.”
“Does it come out of your Indian heritage?”
“Yes. I’m mixed-blood. French. Choctaw. Atlahtaw.”
“You can be most anything you want then, can’t you?”
“Depends. In Indian Territory, folks have some breathing room to live as Indians in the old ways or the new ways. But I don’t know how long it will last. Americans are clamoring for the land. More are slipping over the borders every day. Some ranchers and farmers pay rent, but squatters are putting down roots, too. Outlaws take advantage. Yet the tribes can handle all that. It’s the laws coming out of the U.S. Congress that worry me.”
“I can understand your concern.”
“Some mixed-bloods lose their heritage or deny it to survive, but others don’t.”
“That’s you.”
“Yes.” He hesitated, continuing to watch her face. “I guess my main question is this. How do you feel about Indians?”
“About one in particular, or in general?”
“Both.”
“You’re the first person who ever understood or valued my affliction.”
“Your gift.”
“My birthright was never called into question. Like yours. I imagine I’ve had it easy compared to most Indians.” She squeezed his hand again. “If you’re a good example, I like Indians just fine.”
“And me?”
“I like you even better.”
He leaned over and placed a warm kiss on her lips as she reached up and cradled his face with the palm of her hand. Soon the horses separated them by moving apart.
“Is that all you wanted to ask me?”
“There’s more.” He was relieved to know that she felt as he’d thought she would when so many still feared and resented the tribes. “When the Atlahtaw Nation was defeated, not many survived to continue the ancient heritage, but not all was lost. Priests and priestesses or Medicine People, who we call Rattlers, moved the People’s power from the physical plane to the spirit plane.”
“How could they do that?”
“It was within their ability.”
“But what was the point?”
“Power can be wielded for good or evil. They protected it from being used to hurt Turtle Island and Indians.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t really need to. What you do need to know is that the power has waned. Rattlers aren’t as strong as they once were. Indians are losing ground everywhere in what has become the United States.”
“You called me Rattler, but I’m no priestess.”
“You have the vision of a priestess.” He glanced up and saw that pale light was brightening the eastern horizon. “Legend has it that the powerful Soleil Wheel of the Atlahtaw Nation is buried in an ancient Indian city near Fort Coffee.”
“What does it look like?”
“According to legend, the Soleil Wheel is shaped like the symbol on my chest. It’s made of copper embossed with the zigzag pattern of a rattlesnake. At the end of each spoke is a different color. For example, a pearl to represent white might be attached at the top of the Wheel.”
“It sounds beautiful.”
“Yes, I imagine it is. Yet the Soleil Wheel’s importance is its innate power. It’s similar to a Medicine Wheel in that it is symbolic of the Earth’s elements and seasons. The right quadrant represents the East or Air with yellow, the bottom represents the South or Fire with red, the left represents the West or Water with black, the top represents the North or Earth with white. And the Spirit with no color, or all colors, is represented in the center where the bars cross.”
“That is amazing.” She looked at him in wonder. “And you think I can find it?”
“Yes.”
“You’re putting a lot of faith in me.”
“You must find it.” He glanced behind them, thinking about Haig’s heading out soon. He focused on her again. “We aren’t the only ones looking for the Soleil Wheel.”
“How many people know about it?”
“Not all Rattlers are good. Some seek power and glory for themselves.”
“Sounds like everybody else.”
“You heard Haig talk about Crawdaddy, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Crawdaddy is a Rattler. And he’s ruthless. He deals in antiquities, looting ceremonial and burial mounds. He sells the artifacts to the highest bidder in Europe. We’ve argued over his actions, but he insists that Indian antiquities are his heritage to do with as he pleases.”
“And he’s the one who is taking over illegal whiskey distribution in Indian Territory.”
“Right.”
“Is he after the Soleil Wheel?”
“Yes, he is.” Lucky felt sunlight warm his face and raised his left hand in an ancient greeting to the Sun. “If Crawdaddy takes control of the Soleil Wheel, he’ll use it to enhance his own power. If he sells it overseas, removing it from Turtle Island, the People’s power will be broken. We can’t let him get it.”
“I thought you just wanted me to talk with ghosts. This sounds extremely serious and dangerous.”
“It’s all that and more. But for now, something else is most important. Do you believe me?”
“I don’t have the experience or the heritage to believe or disbelieve. What I know is that I can see and speak with ghosts. If I can do that, how much more is there in the world that I don’t know about but that is real to others?”
He smiled, feeling a sense of relief. He hadn’t lost her, at least not yet. “Now you understand my rush to get to Fort Coffee.”
“Yes. But what about Haig?”
“He works for Crawdaddy, so I suspect he’s connected to the Soleil Wheel in some way.”
“Maybe he’s just interested in the whiskey business.”
“He sounded more like a lieutenant. If so, Crawdaddy will depend on him to manage more than one part of his domain.”
“Will Crawdaddy go himself after the Wheel?”
Lucky shook his head. “Usually he keeps his hands clean and his trail cold. But the Soleil Wheel could bring him up from his river bottom.”
“I hope not.”
“I’d like to stop him for good.”
“Is he a chief like you?”
“No. If he could get rid of me, he’d take over the Rattlers.”
“I don’t want to meet him. He sounds ruthless.”
“You’re my main concern. If he knew about you, he’d try to get you.”
“Get me?”
“He’d hold you, own you, use you.”
“No. That’s not possible.”
He rode closer to her. “Tempest, listen to me. Nobody is playing a game here. We’re all playing for keeps. Crawdaddy recognizes no law except his own. He considers me an annoying fly in his ointment that he’ll eventually squash flat. We meet socially to keep an eye on each other, but neither doubts that we’re enemies. He would consider it a personal coup if he could take you from me and use you to find the Soleil Wheel.”
“I wouldn’t help him.”
“You wouldn’t have a choice.”
“I’m stronger than you think.”
“It has nothing to do with strength.” He reached out and patted her hand, wanting to comfort her for what was to come next.
“Then what?”
“We got interrupted at the creek.”
“I know, only too well.”
“There’s more I want to share with you.”
“When?”
“As soon as we get another opportunity to be alone.”
She smiled, giving him an enticing look.
He opened his mouth to tell her about the final initiation that would bind her to him, but what if she objected? What if she wouldn’t take that last step into his world? The Moon Rattler had made Tempest open and vulnerable. If Crawdaddy got his hands on her, he’d make short work of binding her to him. She’d never be free to live her own life again. He’d use her sight and power to build his domain even bigger.
Yet Lucky closed his mouth. When she was bound to him, she would still have free will. She could stay with him, or she could go back to her old life. He would be weakened without her, as the Earth would be without the Sun or Moon. She was everything he could want in a woman, a mate, a life partner, but he wouldn’t influence her decision to stay with him.
He would do his best to woo her and win her. She was his ladylove. Yet no matter what, he must complete the initiation. He couldn’t take a chance on her safety or happiness. The Moon Rattler had put her in his care, so it was up to him to protect her.
If he could get enough distance ahead of their enemies, he’d reveal to her even more of her passionate nature.