Sacred Ground. Alex Archer

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      Annja smiled. “Sometimes.”

      “And you think that rig is waiting for us?”

      Annja looked out of the windshield at the road ahead of them and calmed her breathing. She felt okay. And she thought that perhaps they might get through this part of the journey unscathed now.

      “Actually, I think we’re good.”

      Derek heaved a sigh of relief. “Well, that’s a twofer, so I’ll accept it as gospel now.”

      Godwin smirked and continued to drive. “Maybe that was another warning for us, huh?”

      “Do you really think so?” Annja asked.

      He shrugged. “First the assassin’s dagger, and then we almost get run over on the ice road. I’d say someone is trying very hard to keep us from reaching our destination, wouldn’t you?”

      Annja sighed. “Maybe. But it’s only because I don’t have a better theory at this point.”

      “Neither do I,” Derek said. “But who would be behind it?”

      “Traditionalists in the Araktak perhaps,” Godwin said. “Maybe they’re less keen on seeing this deal go through than we realized.”

      “Even with all they’d gain from it?” Derek asked. “Seems to me that would be rather stupid of them. They’d lose out on all of that money.”

      “To them it’s probably not about the money at all,” Godwin said. “They’d see this relocation of the ancient burial grounds as an affront to everything their lineage has taught them to hold dear and respect. All the money in the world wouldn’t convince them of it being a good idea.”

      “So, they’ll kill instead?” Derek asked.

      Godwin nodded. “Some have probably killed for far less than that.”

      Annja glanced at Godwin, but his face seemed set as he drove farther on the road. She wondered what gave him such intimate insight into the inner working of the Araktak. After all, hadn’t he said that they refused to claim him as one of their own?

      “Did you have a lot of experience with them growing up?” she asked.

      He looked at her. “The Araktak? No. Hardly any at all. We moved pretty much as soon as my father was kicked out of the tribe for marrying outside the clan. We headed south to Toronto and I grew up there. It’s a lot warmer. I think it fostered my love of summers.”

      “So, why do you seem to know so much about the tribe if they never accepted you as one of them?”

      “My father,” Godwin said. “He told me pretty much everything I’d need to know about them. The history, the traditions, that kind of thing. That’s why I was a natural choice for the company to use as its go-between.”

      “And what was the reception like when you went there the first time?”

      “Like the rest of the landscape. Icy and cold.”

      Annja smiled. “And yet you persevered.”

      “The Araktak don’t exactly live in luxurious surroundings. The kids need schooling. There needs to be a better standard of living. And if they’re sitting on a land filled with wealth, then they should have the opportunity to tap into that. If not for them, then at least for the generations that follow them. The deal with the company will enable them to have a great life for their children and children’s children. It wasn’t a difficult decision for me to make to come on board and help the company out.”

      “You’re helping the Araktak, as well,” Annja said.

      “Exactly.” Godwin shrugged. “When I first visited them, I saw a number of children playing in the snow. But they didn’t even have a ball to play with so they were kicking around snowballs. They were amazing kids, but they didn’t even have access to the kind of toys most kids do. I guess it made an impression on me.”

      Derek clapped him on the shoulder again. “Good man. And with the deal we structured for them, their kids will have a great life. Most of the families will be millionaires when this is all over.”

      “I hope they won’t lose their traditions in the process,” Annja said. “Because as nice as it is to give someone access to wealth and prosperity, it would be a shame to see an entire race of people lose its way over the lure of cash.”

      “It’s happened before,” Godwin said. “I know this. But I also hope the elders of the tribe will be able to exert some degree of control of their people.”

      “And preserve what they’ve respected for so long,” Annja said. “I guess time will tell for certain, huh?”

      “I think it will be fine,” Derek said. “We’re taking pains to ensure that we don’t just come in and destroy their lands. That’s why you’re here, Annja. With your help, we’ll be able to preserve a lot of their memories. And with the company’s money, they’ll be able to build something to house their legacies in. If that’s what they want, of course.”

      Annja stared out of the window. She wondered if the Araktak would want to leave this land. While she couldn’t ever imagine living in such a cold environment, she knew that this was home to the Araktak and their kind. They’d lived here for a thousand years and knew the lands better than anyone. It would be hard to convince them to give it all up.

      They drove in silence for a while. Annja stared out of the windshield. Suddenly she twisted in her seat to look out of the rear window.

      But there were no trucks barreling down on them this time.

      Annja closed her eyes and tried to relax.

      She heard it then even before she saw it. She opened her eyes and started to roll down her window.

      “What the hell are you doing?” Derek asked.

      Annja shushed him and stuck her head out of the window. It was even more audible now. But where was it coming from?

      Annja leaned back into the truck. Godwin looked at her. “What is it, Annja? What’s the matter?”

      “Can’t you hear it?”

      “Hear what?”

      Annja peered through the windshield. Far ahead of them, she thought she could make out something dark. It looked as if it was growing.

      “Oh, my God.”

      Derek leaned over from the backseat. “What is that?”

      Godwin pressed on the gas. His eyes narrowed and he gripped the wheel tighter. “Our turnoff should be coming soon.”

      “Not soon enough,” Annja said. “It’s going to be close.”

      “Real close,” Godwin said.

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