Prologue: Waking up!
I woke up in the dirt. I listened before I opened my eyes. No one was around. It seemed like I was alone and I felt the heat of the sun and cool morning breeze on my skin.
I didn’t have any shoes or a shirt on. All I had was my pants and…my knife strapped to my leg. I opened my eyes.
Route 66 marker seemed to glow in the after glow of night and dawn.
I came to my feet and turned north in the direction of the Newark. The city glittered like a kingdom of the modern world.
I turned away south and caught sight the eighteen wheeler tire tracks along with the jeep tracks of the tribe’s leadership vehicles. I frowned as I followed the tracks off the road and back around and headed to the city.
The city? Why were they headed back to the city the job was done. Hmm. I thought about last night when the tribe held my 16th birthday party to mark the season of my rite.
I wondered. The only reason they would be headed back is if they left something behind or they had another job.
My stomach growlled. Damn. I would need to hunt up breakfast before I headed for the city. I had a two hour walk on my hands.
I heard movment to my right. I glanced out the side of my eyes to see a house dog. The hell. No. He was a half breed mixed with a wolf.
I moved my left hand down to my bow wee knife. Looks I wouldn’t have to look for breakfast and a skin to wear.
I would have to move fast and get a fire going to cook it right.
To be continued…