Still Waters

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Still Waters

Book 3



Chapter 4



Aubrey shook as she loaded her papers in her truck. The events of the last few nights were really starting to get to her. First the truck was beginning to have mechanical problems, then the dead cow, then the native Indian youths that had run her off the road, and tried to pull her out of her truck. What made them stop she wasn’t sure, she was only glad that the truck hadn’t failed in making her getaway quick.


Worse yet, she had to dip into her small savings to fix the truck, a new alternator, just to keep it going. But still there were issues, ones she couldn’t fix without wiping out what she’d saved. And all she saved was just $400 shy of her lawyer’s fees.


Then there was Walker, she was right, the judge had thrown out the charges of uttering threats to her about her son, he even dismissed the assault charges against the men, believing she had instigated some kind of sexual fixation with them, leading them on, and then changing her mind. The judge also threw out the assault charges against her, for braking her attacker’s nose and jaw, saying to the man that no matter what happened to lead up to the altercation, when a woman said no, it meant no, and he deserved what he got for not listening.


The jobs at the convenience stores she applied for, had also fallen threw. With other candidates getting the positions. Though she still applied for positions at other stores, and shops in the area, she’d not yet heard from CD Parker about the waitress position she’d applied for there. She hoped she could get it. At least then she’d make not only her salary, but some tips as well, money she could put towards her lawyer or truck parts, or even save for a car instead.


Then there was her parents and the rest of the family. They wanted to spend more time with her son, which was odd. She remembered her parent’s conversation with her when she told them she was getting married to the father of her baby, though the baby never really came up till after the ceremony.


“You are not marrying that boy!!” her father shouted.


“He’s not a boy dad, and the decision is not yours to make! I’m twenty two years old, I can make my own decisions.”


“What your father means, Aubrey,” her mother had sighed. “Is that we had hoped you would marry someone above his station. He’s an Indian for gods sake.”


“SO!! I love him! What does what he is have to do with anything!!”


“We were planning a party with the Strouts…” her mother didn’t seem to hear her.


“Wayne Strout!? Is that who you’re trying to fix me up with!? Let me tell you about Wayne. He’s a drug addict, alcoholic, abusive, sadisdic PERVERT!!! I wouldn’t let him even save my life if he was the only guy in a hundred miles!!!!”


“He’s from a good family!” her father shouted. “And if you were really my daughter, you’d be able to turn him around!”


“His family let him get away with murder…if he hasn’t done it already, the would. And no one can change him unless he’s willing to change!”


“Aubrey-Anna,” her father never used her full name unless he was really mad. “If you go through with this, you can kiss any kind of support from us…GOOD BYE!!! I WILL CUT YOU OFF!!!”


“Will you also cut off your grandkids when we have them!?”


“THEY WON’T EXIST TO US!!!”


“FINE!!! Then I don’t exist to you either!!”


That was the last time she saw her parents, her three younger brothers watched her pack, each not saying much to her, but arguing among themselves as to who would get her room once she was gone.


A few months after she was married to Mike Long Feather, one of her brothers saw her in a store buying groceries. He was shocked to see she was pregnant, he even tried to make things as stressful as possible for her during her time in the store. But there were several bikers in the store at the time buying food for a bar-b-que they were holding, and had acted as her body guards. They even…literally…bounced her brother out the door of the store, then invited her and her husband to their event.


She smiled absently at the memory. She remembered how Mike laughed with the bikers at the cooking fires, while they told him of what happened. They even invited them to go touring with them, once the baby was born. But the leader of the group quickly squashed that idea, saying the road was no place for a baby, especially on a motor bike.


From time to time she still got a letter or a postcard from a few of the bikers, on their journey around the country. Some of them were even post marked form Canada, to which she would tell her son that one day they would move there, once all the legal issues were settled.


When Sam was born, there was a line of silver glinting black Harley Davidson motor bikes outside the hospital, each adorned with two blue balloons to each handle bar, all tooting their meager horns to welcome the new baby. Then three by three, they would come in, many with just well wishes, some with a present, to see the new family. Aubrey was overwhelmed. She wasn’t sure what Mike and the bikers had talked about at the bar-b-que, but whatever it was, had endeared them to the seeming hardened hearted group.


When Mike died six years later, the bikers seemed to swarm into the city. She told only one biker friend, Tippy he was called, whom she met in the store that day before Sam was born. Tippy told the leader of their chapter, and from there word just exploded. Her parents and brothers never showed at the funeral, and Mike’s family seemed very uneasy around the huge number of bikers that crowded her side of his grave.


As the days went on, the bikers made their way out of the city, leaving what they could to help Aubrey along, be it food in the house that they had brought with them, repairs to her car, after vandals spray painted it and broke the windows, or what money they could gather together to provide for her and her son.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked of Tippy. But he never answered. He just held her as she cried once more.


A few months after the last biker group left, that’s when the trouble began. First her car was stolen, and used in several store robberies. By the time it was recovered, it was a write off. But her insurance she discovered only covered liabilities. So she had to dip into the money her friends had left to buy another vehicle. The old green truck then came into her life.


After that, Sam’s grandfather began demanding visitation rights, and her parents were making the same noises. Supervised by her she agreed, but soon it became an all out battle for custody of Sam, between her parents and Mike’s father.


To try and fend off a total fight, the lawyers came to an agreement with her. Sense she had to work odd hours to keep the household running, a compromise would be made. For during the school week, Sam would spend after school hours with Aubrey’s parents, Friday being her day off would be her time with her son, then he would spend the weekend with his grandfather, Eagle Feather, on the reservation, returning to Aubrey Sunday night for the school week to begin. At any time she wished, she could interrupt these visits to spend time with Sam, when her time allowed.


For a boy of only six going on seven years old, Sam was pretty smart, and the two talked about the arrangement at great lengths. Finally they agreed, making sure that if he felt he was being pressured to make a choice between his grandparents and his mother, he would tell her right away and the visits would end.
No sooner had they agreed to the arrangements, than two lawyer’s assistants showed up at the news paper’s drop sight, serving her with custody papers.
And the battle began.


Once set of papers was demanding that Eagle Feather be granted full custody, with limited supervised visitation by his mother. Another set was demanding that her parents, Dona and Adam Raynard be granted full custody, with absolutely no mention of visitation by Aubrey at all.


She was livid.


For several weeks she kept Sam away from both sides of the dispute, trying to explain as objectively as she could what was going on. Sam didn’t like the developments either, and agreed with his mother actions. But when she was brought before a judge for violating the visitation agreement, she agreed to allow the past agreement to continue, as long as Sam was not pressured in the dispute now at hand, and that as long as the stipulations in the agreement remained unchanged and unhindered, she would allow things to continue until Custody of Sam was determined. The judge agreed, making sure that both Eagle Feather and the Raynards understood that nothing would change and that Sam was to be allowed to see his mother when ever he wished, and the same for Aubrey.


They agreed, although they made sure things were stressful all the time.


“AUBREY!!”


Her head snapped up from the steering wheel, where she’d fallen asleep. “Yeah?” she called, shaking her head.


“Would you get going sometime tonight!” the man shouted.


“Yeah, sorry.” She looked to her side once more, all the papers were ready to be delivered, and she started the truck.


Or at least she tried. When she turned the key, dash board lights came on, but nothing happened.


“Aubrey!”


“I’m trying! It won’t start!” she shouted, turning the key several more times only not getting any response from the engine. The man from the truck jumped down and started her way. “For fuck sake, you god damned peace of shit…START!!” and with a firm turn of the key, the engine rattled to life. She didn’t even look at her boss, as she shifted gears and sped out of the gas station.






It was late. Almost dawn in fact. Kal had been sitting on the top of the house sense his meeting with the boy earlier that night. Yet still there was no sign of her land vehicle. She hadn’t been by yet, there was no wrapped up bundle on the deck of the house, and the cattle in the field were still settled. Maybe something happened already, and he’d failed. Quickly he shook that notion off. The males that liked to make trouble with her seemed to only come out AFTER she’d been to this residence, so she had to still be on her way.


Sure enough, from down the main laneway, the old vehicle made its noisy appearance. But something was very wrong. There was steam, or smoke, or something, spewing from beneath the hood of the vehicle, and the motor continually lost power, then revved back up again. Slow the vehicle chunked to a stop in front of the house. The female pilot tossed a wrapped up bundle on the deck, but when she asked for her vehicle to continue her journey, the motor just died.


“Oh no, not now!” she cursed as she tried repeatedly to start the engine again, but nothing worked. Quickly she got out, and went to the side of the house, carrying an empty liquid container. Kal silently dropped down the front of the deck, and climbed into the back of the vehicle. Ample room to move, good, and enough room to take a swing at any attackers, should they make their move, without harming the female. He clicked his mandibles in approval, and settled onto the deck behind the cab. If his observations of her piloting skills were correct thus far, he was going to need the stability of the cab, just to stay aboard.






The water pump on the truck had sprung a leak. Great, one more core part to have replaced. Thankfully she was able to procure an empty water jug form the side of the road, otherwise she’d be sunk. She tested the weight of the container before turning off the tap, and went to go back to the truck.


“HEY!” came a male voice from over her head.


Aubrey gave a mild squeal, dropped the container and landed on her ass in the grass. Quickly she turned the container upright, careful not to spill all the water. It was bad enough to be stealing the water form her customer, it would be worse to flood his basement with it. “Fuck!” she cursed, turning up to the shadowy figure of the upstairs room window. “Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m your paper carrier.”


“Well that’s all well and good, but what are you doing on this side of the house? The deck is that way.”


“My truck sprung a water leak,” she admitted. “I’m just getting some water to keep going till I can get it fixed.”


“Hang on, I’ll come down.”


“Why?” But he was gone back inside, and the window closed, before her answer would come. So she hefted the jug onto her hip, and headed back to the front of the house. As she was locating the reservoir once more to fill it, the outside lights came on, and the door opened. Aubrey gave a sigh as she saw who it was the came towards her truck. “Oh no.”


“You?” the man asked. “You deliver the paper?”


“Yes, Ranger Walker, I deliver, not only your paper, about three hundred and eighty others as well. You gona give me a ticket for that?”


“No.” he stated, taking the awkward jug from her before she drowned herself in the water it splashed all over her. “Let me.”


“Why?” she asked. “To make up for what the judge did? No thanks.”


“Look, I’m sorry about what happened. But even I can’t make a call like that.”


“Well I can!” she nearly shouted, pulling the jug from his hands, and it fell to the ground, spilling over the dirt driveway. Aubrey knelt down to right it again, but didn’t get up right away. She felt so tired. “Pretty near every judge in the city is on great terms with my parents. They love going over to their big house for dinner, or going to their condo downtown after some theater performance or concert. I can pretty much tell you exactly what they will all say about me, for me, to me, or even regarding me, depending on who I get put in front of.” She hefted the jug once more, tipping the end towards the open reservoir. “I just hope their influence doesn’t extend too far into the family courts, as it seems to in the criminal ones.”


“What do you mean?”


“You mean you don’t know?” she said sarcastically, pulling the empty jug from the engine, and sealing the cap. “That’s a shock. To think your own people won’t tell you. Seems every Indian on the reservation knows, and is doing their bit to make it happen.”


“You’re talking in riddles. Come to the point.”


“My family, and Eagle Feather, are trying to take my son away from me!” she tossed the jug into the back of her truck, not noticing a strange figure in the air dodge out of the way. “My family is making it hell for me to find work, to find and keep a family attorney, and Eagle Feather is making it VERY difficult to see my son. Always pressuring me to have him spend more time with him on the reservation, and when Sam doesn’t go, I get accused of keeping my son from learning about his heritage! Now what do you think the all mighty WALKER, TEXAS RANGER can do about that!!!” She looked to her feet as a stream of water came form under her truck. Quickly she knelt down to find out from where. There from the front right side of the engine, the water just poured down. “FUCK!!!” she screeched, and got up, just as Walker got down to investigate himself.


“Well, you can’t drive this thing leaking that badly,” he said, getting back up. “Who are you calling?”


“My boss. I’ve got another twenty customers before I’m finished, and I can’t get to them. Hopefully he can help. Then I’ve got to find someway of getting this heap of junk to a shop and get it fixed.” Absently she tossed her phone to the seat. “FUCK, battery is dead!!!” She lowered her head between her arms as she leaned on the door of the cab. “What else can go wrong tonight?”


“Maybe nothing,” Walker offered. “Come on. We’ll use my truck.”


“We?”


“Well…you can’t drive it, it’s equipped for police running. Come on, load them up.”


“You’ve got to be kidding me?”


“Not at all. Lets go.” He patted his pockets. “Oops, left the keys inside. I’ll be right back. It’s unlocked, so when I get back you better be ready to go.”


“It’s nearly six am!” she called, as Walker opened the door to the house.


“Exactly, I can’t sleep now. I’ll only have to get up in twenty minutes anyway.”


Without any other options, because it would take her boss at least an hour to get out to her, she loaded the last of her papers into the cab of the…newer and shinier…truck, and got in to wait. She didn’t have to wait long as Walker came out and got in. “I thought an old guy lived here,” she sighed, pulling her belt across her lap.


“He does. He’s the one who reads the paper before I do. Also does the crosswords before me, drives me nuts. He’s up now, said he’ll take a look at your truck see what he can do. Ok, which way?”


She sat back in the seat, noting how warm it felt on her butt. “Out your driveway and left.”


“Ok.”


“You scared of short cuts?”


“No. I’ve taken a few myself. Why?”


“’Cause we’ll be taking a few across fields. Hope you got a compass in that brain of yours.”


“You know men…”


“Yeah, my point. Here, turn in here…” and their first short cut began.






He couldn’t believe his luck, or bad luck as it were. First the boy presents himself and his mother to him as offerings, a rarely observed but still respected act, and the mother turned out to not only be the female that he had observed before, but also the female of the vehicle that had plagued his hunts of late. By keeping track of her, he’d know when it would be safest to hunt successfully for food, or not. But now, when he’d soon have her all to himself, sort of, she goes and pairs up with that short older Ooman male! Not to mention her vehicle was out of commission, and NOW they were in HIS vehicle!
During his travels around the city, he saw that kind of male and female bonding that went on in these types of vehicles, not to mention the interesting mating practices. He definitely wanted to try one maneuver in particular. But there was no way he was going to let that kind of thing happen to this female, with this male. He’d kill him if he tried.


He clutched the side of the rail once more, as the male piloted the vehicle over the open fields, following the female’s directions as accurately as he could. Like Yautja, some males just didn’t take direction from females very well.


They pulled up along side a dwelling with just the outside fixture illuminated. A few curt words from her, and the male tossed the small bundle out his window onto the deck. If he heard correctly she gave him a choice of either tossing the object himself, or she’d take off his ‘BEAK of a nose’ trying to do it herself. He smirked, as the male turned the wheel in the cab away from the dwelling. After that, he made sure her side of the vehicle was always next to where ever the bundle had to b thrown. Most times she missed.


The male had opened the small window in the back of the cab for ventilation, and he had to suppress a chittering chuckle at her statement, after returning from finding where the bundle had landed.


“My precision is awesome, my accuracy is dead on,” and she pulled the door closed as the vehicle began to move, “but my persistency sucks.”


“Ah ha,” was the male’s only dry remark.


A few houses later, they pulled to a stop outside a dwelling with a number of outbuildings, and the strong smell of animal fesses.


“Wait here,” she commanded. “I gotta find this guy. He’s got something for me.”


“How may more?”


“This is the last one.”


Cautiously, Kal got out of the vehicle and followed her into one of the outbuildings.






“Thank god,” Walker mumbled, watching Aubrey head around the front of his truck, towards the cattle barn. He didn’t think he could take one more ‘turn here’, ‘angle this way’, or ‘slow down there’s a dip’ from her any more. He’d no idea delivering news papers was so tiring. And he only drove!


From the corner of his eye, Aubrey stepped into the light of the barn, followed by some kind of distortion in the air. Walker shook his head, and looked again, but there was nothing. Then the yard light over his head flickered, before going out, then slowly powered back up. Absently Walker turned back to the barn, leaning back in the seat to wait.






“Mr. Foster?!” Aubrey called, as she thread her way around the restraining pens of the dairy facility. Many of the black and white cows were already loaded in the huge conveyors, calmly munching on their food, while silver bullet like tubes were gently sucking the milk from their filled utters. Absently she patted the head of one as it mooed at her when she passed. “Hey girl, where’s your boss?” But the cow had no answer.


Tucking the paper under her arm, she headed deeper into the barn. “Mr. Foster?”


“Over here Aubrey,” came a cheery voice. Aubrey found the source in a pen of three other cows, two with their babies next to them, another was standing, obviously still in labor, from its repeated moos that sounded painful.


An older man with three younger men, were gathered around the cow. The older man was giving instructions to the others, while they readied a harness affair, with ropes.


“I don’t think I even want to know what you’re gona do to her.”


“Oh nothing that she hasn’t been through before,” he sighed, patting the cow’s raised hip bone. “She has trouble pushing the calf out, so we pull it out for her.”


“Ouch!”


“Not too much unlike a woman with the same trouble, where we use ropes, a doctor would use a suction cup.”


“I had a kid, remember, thankfully he delivered fine. Do you have that jug for me?”


“Oh yes. I almost forgot about that. Its back there by the wheel barrow. What in the world are you going to do with…”


“Never you mind,” she chided cheerfully. “It’s best you don’t know anyway. I’ll leave your paper on the office desk. You seem a bit busy here.”


“Thanks Aubrey. When’s that boy of yours gona come visit again? I really miss the little guy.”


“He’s in school again, remember? He won’t be back till next summer.”


“Oh. I guess when your brood outgrows the need for schooling,” and he slapped the shoulder of one of the three younger men, “you lose all track of time.”


“See you tomorrow.”


“Bye Aubrey. Daniel, don’t drool all aver yourself, you’d think you never saw a woman before.”


Aubrey laughed as she heard the gentle chiding of the family. Tossing the paper to the office desk, she grabbed the handle of the plastic jug and headed out. Several of the cows balked at her as she passed, all of them mooing in unrest, some even kicking at the bars of their small pens. “Sorry girls, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she said sweetly, but it did little to calm the beasts. Outside she hefted the jug over the rail of the truck bed, securing it with a small rope she had in her pocket, then got into the cab.


“That’s not what I think it is?” Walker asked.


“I don’t know. Mind reading wasn’t one of my strong suites in school. What do you think it is?”


Walker started the truck and began to drive away, the cab jostling as they went. “That better not spill.”


“Well if you don’t start listening when I say watch out for pot holes, it will!”


“Are we done?”


“We’re done. Now I need my truck. I have to get to my son’s school by lunch time.”


“I think we can arrange that.”


A while later they returned to Walker’s house, to find the older Indian man standing in front of the old truck with a feather in one hand, and a candle in the other.


“What’s he doing?” Aubrey asked.


“Probably praying that you’ll live when you drive away. That thing is ready to fall apart.”


“How can you tell?”


“Just from looking at it.” Walker stopped the truck and got out. “How’s it coming?” he called to the old man.


The old one turned, with a solemn expression. “The spirit of the beast is waning, Washoe,” he replied. “You best find a new one, Aubrey.”


“Can’t,” she stated, putting the jug she obtained in the back of her own truck. “I need what money I have for my lawyer. “This old heap will just have to make it through another couple months.”


“I don’t think it has that much life left,” the old one replied. “But, perhaps with the right spirit to guide it, it may.”


“Thanks. Is it ready to run?”


“Walk, maybe, but not run.”


“Great. Will it get me into town and back?”


“I think so. But you best have that water pump replaced. I’m going inside now, I think my poptarts are crying that I have not had breakfast with them yet.”


Walker chuckled as the door closed. He then watched as Aubrey started her truck and rattled out of the driveway. “Good luck,” he called, and she waved from the cab, grey blue smoke following her down the dusty drive.







Kal couldn’t believe what he saw. Dozens of the bovine animals were penned in small enclosures with mechanical devices attached to their underbellies. Others were nursing newborn babies, and another was about to be violated, WHILE GIVING BIRTH!! He had to get the female out of here.


She spoke briefly with the four males that were with the newborn animals, then tossed her small bundle into another room, and picked up a jug of liquid. It wasn’t the milk from the animals, he recognized the substance in the tubes once he looked closer at them. He then followed her out, trying to scan the contents of the jug she carried.


She tied it into the back of the vehicle, and as he climbed in himself, the vehicle began to move. Unprepared he fell into the back, almost puncturing the side of the jug. Thankfully he didn’t, as the read out on his mask told him what it was. Why would she have it?


A while later, they pulled up to the residents where her vehicle had been left. The older male that resided there, was in front of her vehicle…praying? He listened to the odd conversation between the three, his female saying her vehicle would have to last a few more ‘months’…whatever they were…and putting the jug of foul liquid in the back of her vehicle, before getting in and starting the motor. Obviously the older male had made some quick repairs, then he retreated to the dwelling, saying someone named ‘Poptarts’ was crying for his attention and company. He wasn’t aware that there was anyone else in the dwelling. Settling into the back of the vehicle, the female waved to the male as she piloted the vehicle away from his home. It was about time. Au’brey, that’s what the older male called her, Au’brey. It suited her.


He settled into the back of the vehicle, as the wind began to pick up. She was heading to the city…or so he thought. Abruptly she pulled off to a side lane, dirt covered and full of dips and holes. It hurt his backside as the old vehicle thumped violently down the dirt path. Then she came to a stop, not far from a pipe sticking out of a hill, spilling water over the embankment. She quickly got out and pulled a large cloth bag form the storage space behind the seat. She then did something he never in a million years thought she’d do in the open. He just sat there in awe.


She pulled off all her clothing, standing in the morning dawn naked. Her tanned flesh a soft brown against the dirt back ground, her stomach was somewhat flat, a gentle rounding towards her pelvic region, evidence of her being pregnant before. Her tender region had short red hairs, curled tight to her skin, hinting with a bit of moisture. Her thighs were modest, strong, leading to slender calves and dainty feet, with red painted toenails. Her breasts were ample, but firm, and gently bounced as she moved. Her arms were elegantly long, and showed adequate strength for a female that was active. She quickly pulled three plastic bottles from the bag and stood beneath the stream of water. The contents of one bottle was used to wash her skin, the other two were used in succession to wash her red hair.


All the while she was in the water, Kal, gripped the edge of the vehicle’s raised side, purring gently.

He liked what he saw.