Native Born. Jenna Kernan

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СКАЧАТЬ highly qualified and she knows what she is doing. She knows all the players. You have to trust me on this.”

      Clyne tried for humor. “She’s a real company man, huh? She probably wears that FBI T-shirt to bed.”

      That gave him a strong image of pale legs peeking out from beneath a navy blue T-shirt that ended right below her slender hips.

      Clyne growled. He stood with his four brothers, all now wrapped in blankets and perched as close to the fire as possible as their uncle Luke added the stones to the fire. The stones were among the Great Spirit’s creations and so had a life force and power like all things in nature. Luke would be tending the fire and passing the hot stones into their wikiup for the ceremony of purification. Their uncle was the only one dressed appropriately for the chilly night air, warm enough to unzip his parka and remove his gloves.

      “When will she be here?” he asked.

      His uncle took that one. “Tomorrow morning. Late morning, I think. In time for the BIA presentation.”

      Their people had a love-hate relationship with the Bureau of Indian Affairs, who oversaw business on the reservation for the federal government. But the BIA had money Clyne needed for their water treatment facility so he would do his best to play nice.

      Luke poked at the coals, judging the heat. “Almost ready.”

      Clyne began to shiver and Clay was now jumping up and down to keep warm.

      Kino nudged between Clay and Gabe. He still had a white bandage on his throat. A visible reminder of how close they had been to losing him. Clyne remembered Gabe’s words about not wanting to lose any more officers to this war with traffickers. He knew from Gabe that his men had been outgunned. The cartel killers had automatic weapons and the tribal police force was issued rifles, shotguns and sidearms. It was not a fair fight.

      Clyne looked from Gabe to Kino. Would the FBI presence on the rez help keep them safe or put them at greater risk?

      “Will she bring Jovanna?” asked Kino.

      Gabe cast him an impatient look. “She doesn’t want her to meet us.”

      “But the attorney says we’ll win,” said Kino. “Any day and we’ll win.”

      “And she’ll slap a petition to allow Jovanna to choose to be adopted,” said Clay. “Our attorney said so.”

      “Nothing we can do about that,” said Gabe.

      They all looked to Clyne, as they had since he’d came home from the endless fighting in the Middle East to assume his place as head of this household.

      “We have a petition, too. I spoke to our attorney yesterday.”

      Before he was almost killed. She wouldn’t do something like that. Set him up, would she? Killing him wouldn’t stop this. She must know that.

      “Our sister can’t make a fair choice unless she has had an opportunity to meet us,” said Clyne.

      Clay grinned. “Think that will work?”

      “I do. It’s logical. It’s appropriate.”

      “How long will we have her?” asked Kino.

      A lifetime, Clyne hoped. His sister belonged here with them in the place of their ancestors.

      “I’ve asked for a year,” said Clyne.

      Kino gave a whistle.

      Luke poked at the stones. “You boys ready?”

      They shucked off their blankets and ducked into the domed structure. All of the brothers had built this sweat lodge. The stone foundation lined the hollow they dug into the earth and the saplings arched beneath the bark-and-leather covering.

      Clay and Kino moved to sit across the nest of fresh pinon pine and cedar branches. Clyne was glad the two had somehow managed to leave their pretty new wives for the evening to join their elder brothers in the sweat lodge.

      Outside the entrance to the east, the sacred fire burned. Their uncle would stand watch, providing hot stones, protecting the ceremony.

      Clyne sat in a breechclout made from white cotton. Both Gabe and Kino preferred loose gym shorts and Clay sat in his boxers, having forgotten his shorts. Luke passed in the first stone, using a forked cedar branch. Clyne moved it to the bed of sage, filling the lodge with the sweet scent. More stones followed as Clyne and his brothers began to sing. When the stones were all in place Luke dropped the flap to cover the entrance and the lodge went dark, black as a cave, the earth, a womb, the place where they had come from and would one day return. Here their voices joined as they sang their prayer.

      Gabe used a horn cup to pour the water of life over the stone people, the ones who came before Changing Woman made the Apache from her skin.

      Steam rose all about them and their voices blended as sweat ran from their bodies with the impurities. Clyne breathed in the scent of sweet pine and cedar and prayed for the return of their sister.

       Chapter Five

      Cassidy Walker called ahead so the tribal police wouldn’t pull her over like they did the last time. She made it to Black Mountain but did not have time to make it to her room at the Black Mountain Casino. This was one of two hotels on the property. The other was clear up in Wind River where the tribe had a ski resort, but that was too far from Clyne’s home.

      From her former partner, she knew the Cosens all lived near the main town. Clyne and Gabe lived with their mother Tessa’s mother, Glendora Clawson. Both the younger brothers were newlyweds and had their own homes. Kino was expecting his first child.

      Amanda is about to become an aunt.

      The realization came like a kick to her gut.

      It didn’t matter, she told herself. That petition would hit the minute the judge ruled. A week or two up here in the hinterland and she’d have her promotion. The judge would rule against her but the petition would reverse Amanda’s placement. In six months she and her daughter would be living in DC or lower Manhattan. One thing was certain, Amanda would have an education and opportunities she would not likely receive on the reservation. Amanda would have the chance to become whatever she wished.

      The ringing phone made her jump clear out of her seat. The ID said it was Tully. She hit the speak button on her phone.

      “Good morning, sir.”

      “You there yet?”

      “Nearly.” She had decided to catch a few hours’ sleep at home and leave at five in the morning, rather than drive up last night as Tully had suggested. “Anything on the shooting?”

      She couldn’t help stretching and then winced. Sitting made her ribs hurt. Breathing made her ribs hurt. Talking made her ribs hurt. She glanced at the ibuprofen bottle and then the clock. One more hour before she could have another dose.

      “Yes. One shooter, .30 caliber. Positioned on the Star of Tucson Hotel. We now have three cartridges. СКАЧАТЬ