Page 108 of Chaos has a Name
No.
But he had to at least own it and stop running. That wasn’t fair to them, and he had been selfish. This pulled them from safety, and the last thing he wanted was his grandchildren in danger.
The mere idea that Bethe, or Willa were hurt…
That broke his heart.
So, it was about facing the music.
As he walked through the trees, they felt…off. The energy on the reservation was slightly weird feeling like he wasn’t alone out there.
He knew how crazy that was because energy was energy, but this was strange.
It seemed to make the hair on his arms stand up, and he didn’t know why. Wyler would say he felt like he was being watched, but he knew he wasn’t.
He had hunted these woods for all of his life, and he knew what lived there.
Deer.
Elk.
Bears.
Nothing could hurt him here.
Right?
Oh, well…
Maybe it was just his imagination. That paranoia had to come from the stolen peyote he’d partaken in not that long ago.
As he reached the tree line, he couldn’t hear his grandkids screaming any longer. They had to have gone inside to chill out during the warmest part of the day.
Reaching the opening, he saw Marines everywhere. They were patrolling, and he knew if he got caught by one of them, they were going to drag him to wherever Elizabeth was, and the shit would hit the fan.
That was the last thing he wanted to happen.
And while knowing he needed to face it, he was not thrilled about it.
So he would stall.
That would mean outmaneuvering the men, and getting inside to his little ones.
Approaching the tree, he crept slowly, not being heard. When he saw the front door wasn’t an option, he knew he could get to the upper window of the renovated cabin by scaling the tree within the treehouse, and accessing that way.
Thank God the ladder was blocked by the tree. It was likely the Marines wouldn’t be any wiser.
While they were good, he was a Native, and he could move silently.
As he moved toward it, and slowly climbed, he managed to avoid Marines as they continued moving about on patrol.
Michael and Demeter were in the yard, making passes around the home.
Benning wasn’t far away either.
Wyler had just barely made it up the tree without them seeing him.
That had been close.
