Still Waters

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Still Waters

Book 3



Chapter 3



“Hey!” The four men looked the new man up and down. He looked fit, despite the graying of his sandy brown hair.


“Get lost pal, this aint any of your business.”


“How about I make it my business. The lady doesn’t seem to want to stick around with you clowns. Why not let her go, and this will go down a whole lot easier.”


“Go down?” the man asked. “Who the fuck do you think you are, a fucking cop!” Without waiting for a response, the man rushed up and threw a punch. The older man switched position, then pulled the man off balance and held his arm looking down at him on the ground.


“Close,” the man replied. “Walker, Texas Ranger.” He then looked to where the other three men still held the girl. “Let her go.” There was a moment where they really considered not doing what the Ranger said, then the man to her left leaned in, and whispered in her ear.


Like an exploding stick of dynamite, she struck out, her scream of rage her only warning. She used the man on her right as a leverage, and kicked the one on her left, hard and high on his thy. When he let go of her arm, she swung around and landed a solid punch to the other man’s left temple, sending him to the ground. She then turned her attention back to the one on her right, punching him as hard as she could.


Quickly the Ranger moved in.






Kal could hear the female’s heart beading, fast and loud. He wondered if her heart would sound that way during mating, he’d have to see. But as the three males were now confronted by a fourth, who called himself a Tex-ass Ra’Ger, he was able to get an unobstructed view of the female’s face.


She was pretty, smooth small light red lips; painted of course, an oval face with modest cheekbones, a small nose; comparable to her face, and shoulder length red hair that accented her eyes, though from this distance e could not tell their color. Had she not been scowling, he’d say she was beautiful, for an Ooman, but when a face is scrunched up in anger, pretty was the best he could do.


He hadn’t meant to over hear the lustful whispers of the male that restrained her but he was glad he did. She tried to move her ear from his fowl breath, but he squeezed her arm tighter to keep her still. Even he was angry from what he’d heard.


“Listen up little bitch,” the male cautioned. “Do what’s best for your kid. Release custody of him to your folks, or next time, it’ll be your kid in your place. I know a guy that just loves young asses like his.”


Kal wanted to rip him apart himself. How dishonorable to threaten a female’s offspring, not to mention dangerous. But rather than her fearful compliance, the female lased back. She fought back with such ferocity, it was incredible to watch. She screamed, she kicked, she punched…hell, she broke the guy’s nose and jaw. She was a little fireball of power in that tiny frame. He just stood back to watch.


Her attack seemed also the queue for the lead male to strike out again at the Ra’Ger. But the lead male’s skill was seriously lacking. Kal was impressed. This stumpy older male was able to down two of his attackers swiftly with impressive combat moves. His sort legs had much power in them, as one high kick landed one male on his side barely conscious, and an elbow to the next male’s cheek left him sufficiently stunned, that the older Ra’Ger could move on to the battling female.


He groaned quietly as the Ra’Ger took the female aside, saving her victim from further humiliation. As a darker skinned male began to put metal braces around the wrists of the defeated males, another disappointment came to the front of his mind.


The female had a family, probably a mate. She would be missed if she were to disappear. Too many questions would be raised by her people, and she would forever miss her offspring. Such a female was not an option to pursue. So he scaled the building once more to continue his odd hunt, the female’s protests strong in his ears.






“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Walker yelled, wrapping his arms around the woman’s upper boy, trapping her arms beneath his. “Settle down! NOW!”


“NO!!! HE THREATENED MY SON!!!”


“If he did, then he’ll be charged. But you need to calm down…Now!” She did stop struggling, against him anyway.


“Walker…” stated a dark skinned man, carefully approaching the pair. “I need your cuffs.”


As Walker removed his cuffs from his belt, Aubrey made one last attempt to injure her attacker. But Walker grabbed her before she could reach the wounded man. “I said calm down.”


“He and his buddies…attack me, then he threatens my son! And it’ll be my word against his as to what he said! And the judge will toss it out and you know it!!!”


“No, I don’t know. And neither do you. Now calm down and wait here…I mean it! I’ll get your statement as soon as I load these guys in my truck.”


“Tail gate’s down, Walker,” stated his partner, taking a quick assessment of the man’s injuries.


“Thanks Trivet.”


“This one needs a doctor.”


“We’ll drop him off on the way. By the look of him, he wont need an ambulance.”


“I agree.” Trivet pulled the man to his feet. “I’ll load ‘em up, while you talk to her, whatever you do, don’t make her mad. She’s worse than Alex on a tough case.”


As he gently chuckled with his partner, Walker took out his pen and notebook and started taking notes about the incident. About an hour later, Aubrey was allowed to leave, rattling her old truck down to a restaurant for chicken, fries and pop, before she was speeding away to the reservation to meet up with her date for lunch. It didn’t take long to find him either. He was sitting on the front porch, patting the old dog when she stopped and got out.


“MOM!!” The boy flew across the driveway and grabbed onto her waist, holding tight. “I thought you’d never get here!!”


“Neither did I, sweetie,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “But you know what…I still have two minutes to spare.”


The boy looked up to her. “Only if your watch is an hour slow…” he laughed, then he saw the bruises beginning to show on her arms. “Mom, what happened?”


She took his hands in hers, taking a step back. “Nothing for you to worry about, I already took care of it.”


“Are you ok?”


“I’m fine. I just couldn’t wait to see you, that’s all. You all set?”


“Yeah!”


“Ok. Get in…and keep your fingers out of the chicken. We’ll eat when we set up by the lake.”


“What cove will you be at?” asked an older gruff voice from the porch. His peppered grey and black long hair seemed to make his disappointed expression even darker.


Aubrey just smiled. He hated it when she did that, refusing to be intimidated. “Don’t worry about that Eagle Feather,” she stated. “I’ve got my cell with me. Besides, you seem to have ample awareness…” and she looked around at the other young Native males that were leisurely leaning over various ATV machines, ATVs that for a moment, seemed all too familiar, “…of my outings with my son,” she continued. “I’m sure you’ll have no trouble tracking me down.”


“He hasn’t slept much. And he’s not leaving here till he has his lunch.”


Aubrey slammed her truck door without getting in, stalking over to the foot of the steps. The dog rose to his feet, growling, as she approached. “Down boy,” she said sweetly, and the dog just lay down again. “Eagle Feather, I brought lunch for both of us, hence the reason for a pick-nick. TO EAT! And this little outing was planned WAY in advance, giving you ample time to come up with an event to totally mess up my time with my son, which you haven’t done, and not leaving till he eats is the best you can come up with! Well Eagle Feather, you re REALLY getting desperate. No, Shut up, enjoy your afternoon, and he’ll be back for supper.”


“He’s not had…”


“HEY GRANDPA!” The two looked to the passenger side of the truck, as the boy leaned out, happily eating a piece of fried chicken.


“SAMUAL SMALL FEATHER! I TOLD YOU…”


“He can’t say I haven’t had anything to eat now. Let’s go!!!”


Aubrey turned back to the old coot, his wrinkling face pulled to a stern scowl. How that boy reminded him of his son was uncanny. She just turned and walked away.


“So…” his mom began, as the truck made its way off the reservation. “Where is this lake you want to go to?”


“Over by Jimmy’s grand dad’s. But before we go there, can we make a stop first?”


“Where?”


“Its kind-a hard to explain, but I need to go get my bike.”


“Where’d you leave it?”


“I fell off it in a ravine last night…Grandpa said he’d take me to go get it!” he pleaded, as Aubrey gave a groan. “But his buddies all showed up needing his help to fix their ATVs. Said they had some fun last night and went off the road.”


“You were out again last night, weren’t you?” she said, her own suspicions confirmed about the ATVs she saw.


“I couldn’t sleep.”


“Honey…”


“Please mom. I don’t want anyone to find it. Please?”


“Which way?”


“Over that way.” He pointed over to a dirt road he’d taken himself, and guided his mom out over the deserted tundra.






Several hours later, little Sam’s bike safe in his mother’s truck, the two were quietly sitting on the shore of a small lake, contently eating their food. Occasionally Sam would belch from the pop, get a look from Aubrey before excusing himself, and then they’d laugh, each remembering how Sam and his father would try to see who could out belch who. Aubrey absently wiped her face of a tear, one Sam saw.


“I’m sorry mom,” he sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you sad. Please don’t cry.”


Aubrey mussed his hair, gently smiling. “I’m not gona cry,” she said. “I miss him too.”


“Why’d he have to go mom?”


“I keep asking myself that all the time, honey. But I don’t have an answer for you.”


“I wish he could come back. That would put both your folks and grandpa back in their places.”


“You know that won’t happen, right?”


“I know.”


“It’s important you understand that. I’m not being mean, it’s a fact that some kids never accept…till it’s too late and they’ve gone down a path that totally ruins their futures.” Sam nodded. “Ok. We’ll not talk any more about it.”


“Ok.”


“So how was your week at school? Have you any homework?”


“Oh mom…!”


“Let’s have it.”






For several days, Kal toured the city, investigating many prospects. A couple times he stopped a female from being attacked, or worse, but each time he spoke to them, they would scream, or run. They never saw him, El had cautioned both of them about revealing themselves too soon. Perhaps she was right.
Again he sat on the rocks over looking the foundations of the would be great pyramid, watching the sky, wondering if he was going about the whole search the wrong way. Ver’On had won over El’s heart by fighting her, perhaps that’s what he had to do. But of all the females he’d seen, none would last a minute in hand to hand combat with him. Ver’On didn’t exactly go easy on El, he’d intended to kill her, and if he were to do the same, there would be far too many deaths at his hands just to find a bedmate.


For the past few nights, he’d been more concerned about the security of his chosen landing sight as well. The same young boy that he’d seen the night of his landing, had been showing up at the foundations. For what purpose he wasn’t sure, every time he’d go investigate, there would be other males approaching to collect the boy, who would run out to meet up with them. One thing was for sure, he always had an indication on the atmosphere readout, of smoke, common to warning of a fire near by. As he would search, there was no sign of the fire, but he did find fresh paintings of old symbols on the rock face, ones that were very close to the Yautja language to be sure.


On other nights, he would try to hunt the bovine animals again, and he ran into the same problem with that damned land vehicle. It never stayed on the same path. Twice it foiled a hunt, and once it came across his kill before he could completely clean it.


It was on that occasion that the vehicle stopped, and the pilot got out. He was surprised to find the pilot to be the same female he’d observed a few days before in an altercation with four Ooman males. Once she realized what it was that was dead, she sped away to the resident farmer, and pulled him from his bed to investigate himself. During the time she was gone, he completed his clean up, and by the time the farmer arrived at the kill site, there was only a large pool of blood, and the innards of the animal that remained, already being fought over by the smaller local animal predators.


“Oh god,” she had gasped, as she realized that there had been someone near by to observe her. “I swear…”


“It’s alright Aubrey,” the man stated, an older native male that had long grey hair. “I believe you. You best get going. I will have Cordel file a report later.”


“I’m really sorry.”


“Don’t be, I’m just glad that you did not get hurt. If they will do this to a cow, what would they have done to you?”


“I’ll drive you back to the house.” The two got back into the vehicle and drove away. Two nights later, the same vehicle came under attack by the smaller four wheeled ones, and this time, he helped.


But his present problem drew his attention back, as he once more glanced to the city lights in the distance, trying to think of a way to find an Ooman mate. He thought about signaling Ver’On for advice, when his com unit chirped on. Absently he hit it. “This is Kal-esh, what is it?”


“It’s Tan’ock,” came the gruff announcement. “I am informing you that we are leaving this land mass this night. We’ll be several metrics away should you need any assistance. What is the progress of your search?”


Kal sighed. “Dismal,” he replied. “I’m considering the same method as Ver’On. Though I must admit, not one female I’ve observed so far would stand a chance against a Yautja male in combat.”


“Patients,” Tan’ock eased, his own tone becoming more controlled. “She will be well worth your efforts.”


“That’s just it, Tan’ock. All my efforts, no matter how honorable, have failed. These females are all too pampered, or skittish. How an Ooman male can get between their legs I don’t know.”


“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I have enough to work through on my own. I can only give you this one bit of advice, Kal,” Kal-esh shifted his position, as movement from below drew his attention, “you can’t expect to have her fall out of the sky and land in your lap.”


As ironic as it seemed that same boy, at that very moment, dropped over the stone ledge, and made his way to the cliff face with the paintings. “Kal?” he asked, not hearing his response.


“Hush,” Kal clicked gently. “I’m not alone.”


As Kal leaned over to watch, the boy lit three fires and arranged some Ooman fist sized stones in a circle around him. He painted different symbols on the surfaces, then sat in the middle, painting lines over his eyes and face. He removed his clothes till all he wore was a make shift loin cloth, tied around his small hips with twine, with a knot in front. He then looked up to the sky, as the half shining moon peaked out from the midnight clouds. “Spirit Walker,” he called, his voice cracking, a sound he’d heard before from his own daughter as she tried not to cry. “I asked you to watch over my mother. Maybe you couldn’t find her. Please, watch over her now. She was attacked two nights ago. She barely got away. She’s working so hard. Please, I’m begging you, help her.”


He laid a piece of paper on the stone next to the small fire in front of him. “This is a picture of her. She’s very pretty, but I’m her son, I’m supposed to say that. You may think her unworthy, because she is not of the Indians here, but I am, I am of my father’s blood, from my mother’s womb. My father’s people are trying to take me away from her, they say she’s not a good mother. But she is. Never has she broken a promise to me. She works so hard to keep me. I know there is more going on, something that my mother does not know, nor will my father’s people tell her. Please, let them sort this out on their own, but help her keep me. Please!” The boy broke down and cried. Whatever was going on, it brought this boy to this place night after night. Many times, as Kal would return to his ship to replenish his atmosphere supply, he would see the boy either leaving, or being dragged away by elders of his group, though none of the adults had ever had to venture this far to find him.


Kal silently walked over, and the breeze blew the paper he’d laid down, to his feet. He picked it up, shifting through the spectrums of his mask to the normal Ooman sight. There on the paper was a female, with dark red hair. She had brown eyes, almost tinged with a bit of red themselves. She wore some kind of clothing, but with her all bunched up in the image, holding the image of the boy in front of her, he couldn’t really tell of her figure. The two were sitting on the back of one of the personal cargo carrier vehicles they used, an old green one, by the number of rust spots on it in the image. It was then he realized, the female in the picture, the boy’s mother, was the one in the vehicle that had been interrupting his hunts, the same that had been force off the lane way by the four smaller vehicles.


She’d managed to maintain her skill behind the piloting wheel, but they had stopped her. As they taunted her, he’d knifed some of the wheels, and frightened some of the smaller males, drawing the main group away from her vehicle. Given that chance she’d gotten away. He’d not inspected her too intensely at the time, he was more agitated over the bad bloods that were going after her, all reeking of sexual musk, the female only scented like fear.


“Please, Spirit Walker, help her,” the boy continued to plea. “I’ll do anything…anything you say, anything you want, I’ll do it. Just protect her, please.” Kal knelt before the boy, still fully cloaked he wasn’t seen.


The boy watched in shock as the paper he had, was pressed to his hand, firm large fingers pressing against his, then drops of the red paint he’d put on his face, floated over the image, and drew three lines, huge and perfectly shaped, across the picture. The boy’s tears seemed to come faster, his heart raced as though it would burst from his chest, but his cries had stopped.


Kal then drew the same symbol to the boy’s left forearm. He clicked the sequence in his mask that would activate the translation program, downloaded from Ver’On before he left. “I protected her,” he said gently. The boy gasped for air.


“Please keep protecting her! Spirit Walker Please! I’ll do anything!!!”


“I know. But what I have come here for is far greater than anything that you could ever imagine.”


“What is that?”


Kal looked the boy over. He was very young, not even reaching the age for Ooman puberty to set in. How could he understand? “I know who attacked her last night, know they will not do so again.”


“There will be others.”


Kal cocked his head to the side. “Explain.”


“My mother’s family abandoned her when they learned she was carrying me. They have lots of money, lots of support, but left my mother with nothing. Her younger siblings, they make things difficult for her. My mother works very, very hard to afford a lawyer to fight to keep me. But her energy is running out, she can’t keep working to pay him, and soon he too will abandon her.


“My father’s family, refused to acknowledge my existence, till recently. Now they want to take me away from her as well. I swear they work with my mother’s family to make that happen, by forcing my mother to loose her lawyer, she will in turn lose me. She fights so hard Spirit Walker, she’s brave, strong, and strong willed, but also loving. She is a great mother, any man would be honored to have her as his wife. But none will take her.”


“Wife? What is Wife?”


“Like a mate.”


Kal clicked his mandibles in rapid thought. “Swear to me,” he began, slinging his cloaked dreads to the side as he turned his head sharply back to the boy, “tell your mother nothing about me, absolutely nothing. I will continue to protect her, eventually make my presents known to her. If she is accepting of me, then, and only then, I will tell you what I have come here for.”


“Accepting of what?”


“She will know. You do not need to right now. Go, return to your slumbers. Your mother will be safe this night.”


“I swear, and I will. Thank you.”


“I will keep this,” Kal stated, rising to his feet, removing the paper from the boy’s hand. It was then the boy saw the minor distortions in the light of the reflected fires, like looking through a cracked prism. “To keep you to your word.”


“I will not break my word!” The boy seemed to have grown three inches in that brief moment. “I am Small Feather, I DO NOT BREAK MY WORD!!!”


Kal trilled at the boy, impressed by his defense of his meager honor. “Very well, Small Feather. Your word, is your bond to me. Go…now!”


The boy grabbed his clothes, threw his shoes over his feet, stomped out the fires, and ran back towards the residence he’d been staying in, this time by going around the cliff that he’d scaled down hardly an hour before.


Kal watched him go, then turned back to the paper. He’d forgotten that he’d kept his com line open to Tan’ock. “Are you mad!” Tan’ock’s voice shot back.


“Shut up, Tan’ock,” he said, looking at the paper again, then to the painted rocks on the ground. “The boy offered himself and his mother to me, in a very ancient way.”


“What are you talking about?”


Kal picked up the rock that the boy and laid the picture on. The painting mark across the surface, looked exactly like his clan symbol, as though the boy already knew. “He laid a picture of himself and his mother, on the offering stone that he made. They will be mine.” And he took the stone with him.


“You went there to find a mate!”


“And I will leave with a new son, as well.”