Another Chance Novel Pt 2

"Take me oh, Great Spirit

For I am ready for my death,

My trail has been a good one,

Allow my death to be

In honor to You

Unafraid of what awaits,

And thank You, For Your gift of life."

The voices around him grew quiet, the pain seemed to slip into the fog. He began to whisper the words of the chant again. They came to his lips much easier this time.

"Take me oh, Great Spirit,

For I am ready for my death,

My trail has been…"

Then a small hand made quick angry contact with his cheek, and he heard Feather's furious voice. "You shut that up! You hear me? You will not die! I can not let you go!" Shocked by her quick attack, he stopped singing. He knew his sister's rage. She would do whatever it took to make sure he heard her, even if it meant slapping death right out of him. He groaned softly, the pain in his body becoming real again, becoming consuming again. The chanting had been on the verge of erasing his pain forever and he wasn't sure he wanted to give that up. He tried to start chanting again, but he couldn't remember the song. The pain wouldn't let him remember, then he heard her voice again.

"Wolf!" Her voice was shaking with fear. "Do you hear me, Wolf?"

The fog thinned and faded into the background pushed there by his sister's anger.

His eyes opened a crack and she was leaning over him, blocking out the bright lights. Tears dripped off her cheek onto his chest. "Your… wettin'. .me," he groaned brokenly.

Her head dropped onto his chest and she sobbed . "You better not start singing the death song again or I'll do more than cry on you."



It was days before he was alert enough to learn the whole story and then his captain was the one who told him how close he had come to dying.

The shoot out in the motel had left him with a bullet wedged right up against his heart from his back. The doctors couldn't explain why it had stopped there. With the impact of a 45 Magnum the bullet from that range should have gone straight through him and through the floor he was laying on. After the surgery to remove the bullet, his vital signs had suddenly started dropping. The doctor had warned them that it might happen. He had lost a lot of blood and was weakened by the surgery. Sometimes these things just happened and there was no stopping it. Maybe the bullet had damaged the heart even though it didn't penetrate it. It had come so close, it had to have bruised it. Then he has started singing in the Lakota language. The doctor had stepped away to allow his sister to be beside him when he died. She had shocked them all by slapping him as hard as she could and yelling at him to shut up.

Everyone in the room was surprised when he stopped chanting and his heart jumped into an almost regular rhythm causing them all to look at the monitor that hung on the wall beside the bed. The monitor drew everyone's attention but Feather's. She was warning him that he had better not die. Captain Ferguson chuckled softly. "You might say that she literally slapped you back to life."

Wolf didn't laugh. It still hurt to bad and he knew that was exactly what she had done.

Then he learned that his undercover identity was blown. Someone in the drug ring had put a contract out on him and since he had been so close to death, the department had arranged for the doctors to announce his death. There had been a funeral and Feather and friends had attended. After the funeral, Feather had been busy. She had sold the small farm where the two of them lived, and had gone to stay with a rancher friend of theirs up in Idaho. Clay and his wife had been friends with their grandfather and had insisted that she come home with them to their farm, after the funeral. They wanted her to make her home with them and with the help of other friends of Feather's, they had sold or moved everything from the small house their grandfather had left to them.

"Everything?" Wolf asked.

Captain Ferguson nodded. "Everything but two horses and a few personal things. I think some of her friends from the reservation helped her get stuff packed up, but she wouldn't tell where she was going and only carried what fit in the truck and horse trailer.

"I was beginning to wonder why she wasn't coming to visit me. I was thinking that the doctors were afraid she might attack me again." He managed a weak smile. Wolf was glad to know his feisty baby sister was not around to get herself into trouble. He was glad she was safe with Clay and Sue.

The captain explained that since he was essentially dead, there was no need for her to visit the hospital but she was kept informed about his condition daily and he would secretly join her as soon as he was able to leave the hospital.

Wolf was not thrilled with that news. "Since I'm essentially dead already, I could still go back undercover and bust this ring."

The captain shook his head negatively. "That's not going to happen. You are going to join your sister."

"And do what? How am I going to make a living? Law enforcement is all I know!" Wolf argued.

The captain was a stone wall. "I'll call whatever law enforcement agency you want me to, once you've recovered and decide where you want to live, which cannot be around here. I can promise you that they will be glad to put you to work. But you can't stay here. It's dangerous not just for you, but for your sister too. They know who you are now. You think those pushers will hesitate to get to you by using her?"


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