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19 years ago...
The aging woman stood tall against the wind and summoned all her strength. Lighting flashed in the sky as she began her transformation, the one she felt deep in her soul would be her last. The storm raged all around her as the enemy swarmed over the encampment. She howled into the night calling up her courage. As a Navajo Skinwalker, she could not just sit idly by and watch as her tribe is massacred. Not while she still had the power to stop it.
The she-coyote runs down an embankment and into the center of the settlement snapping her jaws at every enemy she encounters. Latching onto one with her strong teeth she tears the flesh from his leg. Then she turns her attention towards another and snaps his wrist. Warriors carrying spears and bows begin hurling their weapons at her. She dodges with a swiftness that can only be accomplished by the supernatural and latched her jaws around a warrior’s spear breaking it apart as he holds it in his hands. The warrior drops both halves of the spear and flees in terror. She feels a sharp pain in her shoulder suddenly and yelps out of frustration as she falls.
A warrior got lucky and struck her with an arrow while she was otherwise engaged. The shaft protruded from her body at an angle that she could not reach with her teeth or paws. There was no way for her to remove it while in this form. She would just have to grit her teeth and bare it for now. Shakily she gets back on her feet. Looking around she discovers that despite her efforts the entire village has been destroyed.
The enemy tribe is retreating out into the desert carrying off some of her clansmen as captives. She howls after them to no avail. The wound in her shoulder preventing her from going after them, too late she realizes the arrowhead was poisoned. The venom spreads through her body destroying her organs one by one. She collapses onto the ground and closes her eyes in eternal slumber.
Billy shoots up in bed covered in sweat and screaming! His dad rushes into his room carrying his shotgun, thinking his son was being attacked. Seeing his boy still in bed William Land lowers the barrel and grimaces.
“What happened?”
“The coyote woman, she was killed by the Indians! Why did they have to kill her?”
“It was just a nightmare, forget about it. Go back to sleep, you have school tomorrow.”
“It wasn’t just a dream; it was more like a vision.”
“I won’t have any vision talk in my house Billy, now go back to sleep.”
Seven years later...
I had my first vision back when I was ten. That was three years after my mother’s death. My father never told me how she died but instinctively I knew the coyote woman was my mother and that she had died defending her people.
My second vision just happened three days ago right after my father left out of here hauling a truckload of parts to Arizona. He said he’d be back in a week. My vision says otherwise. I don’t think he’s coming back.
The vision started off with my father driving on the freeway in his truck. As he crossed over into Arizona everything gets hazy. At mile marker 23 there’s an explosion of some kind and all I see is smoke. Then it clears up and the road is completely devoid of traffic. My father and his truck were simply gone as if they vanished into thin air.
I don’t know what to make of that or how to feel. It’s not like me and my dad was ever that close. He never talked to me about mom either. He tended to shut me out, like he had some deep dark secret he was protecting me from.
The phone ringing, I don’t know if I want to answer it but I reach for the receiver anyway “hello, Land residence.”
“William Land?”
“No, this is his son, who’s this?”
The line went dead, whoever it was hung up. Something weird is going on here. I decide to report him missing to the police. I put on my boots and grab my cowboy hat as I head out the door. I climb into the saddle of my Indian motorcycle and ride to the Little Wolf, Montana Police Station. The officer at the desk handed me off to a Sergeant Ralston who worked missing persons.
I explained to him how my father was hauling a truckload of car parts to Arizona and even about my vision. The officer looked skeptical about the vision but took down the information anyway. Then I felt like I should mention the phone call to him.
“I wouldn’t worry about that Billy, probably just a friend of his wanting to chat or something. Probably didn’t know what to say to you.”
For whatever reason I wasn’t reassured by that response, the voice didn’t seem to be very friendly.
to be continued...
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