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She’ll need an ally here on the reservation.
“The chemo will fail, and at some point, I’ll be buried in the grave beside Catherine and my mother. I’m going to fight, but we all know when the Great Spirit calls, we have to go home.”
Lance was so caught off guard.
Then, more so when Caryn spoke to him.
“Please, Mr. Running Wolf? Can you possibly see it in your heart to maybe show me where you and Wyler played, and where you ran wild? So I can keep that connection to him?” she asked. “I’m heartbroken that I’m losing him so soon. His young son will be too.”
How could he say no?
He did the right thing and took the olive branch. Maybe not for Wyler, but for himself. The last thing he wanted was to spend the few years he had left on Earth being angry over the past.
“Yes, Mrs. Blackhawk. I can do that for you. In your time of grief, I’ll be more than happy to show you the places Wyler spent his youth.”
She smiled at him.
Oh, this was a bad idea, and Lance knew it.
Only, how did he say no?
As Wyler held out his hand, he waited for Lance to take it. He really needed to make amends with this man before he died.
Instead of taking it, Lance stared into his eyes.
“No, Wyler. I’m not ready to forgive you. I’ll help your widow, but I need time to come to grips with the anger I’ve felt for a long time. It’s going to take more than the words to say you’re sorry. Actions speak louder than anything. While I’m deeply sorry you’re about to meet our maker, I am entitled to my feelings. I’ll consider what you’ve offered me.”
Wyler lowered his hand.
That was Lance’s right, and he didn’t begrudge him that.
“I understand, Lance. I hope we get there one day,” he admitted.
Before he was gone.
Wyler wanted peace so his soul could rest.
Now, it would be about time and space.
Wyler just hoped he had enough of both.
For everyone.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Reservation
Afternoon
More Interviews
Elizabeth’s day was far from over, and what she needed was something to eat, some fruitful interviews, and a small miracle.
All of which she wasn’t sure she was going to get anytime soon. What she really wanted was to get this done and get the hell out of here.
Only the more she focused on that and less on the case, the further away it got.
When her phone chimed, she pulled it from her pocket, and saw that it was a number she didn’t recognize.
