Rise of the Death Walkers (The Circle of Heritage Saga) Read Free Page A

stiffened as she said this. The last time she had tried to tell me what Roger was doing to her. She had had a hard time trying to describe things. I could only guess what she meant. I walked to my dresser and removed something from it. Turning around I slipped my father's old hunting knife into her hand and whispered in her ear. “If he bothers you, then don’t be afraid to use it, sis.” I bent and kissed her cheek. “I’m going to miss you kiddo. But don’t worry, I just heard that I’ll be getting my permit and a car of my own, so I’ll visit you whenever I can. Do well in school. You know I’ll be watching out for you.”
    She slipped her arms around me and started sobbing softly. “I’m going to miss you so much Jason. You’re the best big brother anyone can have.” After she said that, she slipped back into her bedroom and picked up the book she had been reading.
    I sat down on my bed hard. How I could do this to them. I was leaving them when they needed me the most. The tears started trailing down my cheeks. I heard a gruff sound of a throat being cleared and spotted my Grandpa Sam standing in my door. “Jason,” His voice was as soft yet powerful as I remember from my younger days. “Emotions run strong in our family. Never be afraid to show them.” He put out his arms and I ran into them sobbing. “There, young Pasche.” He used the nick name he had given me when I was little and still bouncing on his knee. “It is your time to return to the tribe. Your family will be safe here. I have no doubt you have seen to this.” I stiffened and wondered how long he had been standing upstairs listening. I looked at him. There was a smile in his eyes. “Old eyes do not miss anything my young Pasche. Come it is time to go home. Your grandmother is waiting for us with dinner and then she will show you to the tribal elders.”
    “Grandma will show me to the elders? How come it’s not you doing this Grandpa?” I asked in astonishment.
    “In our tribe Pasche the Great Mother has been the voice of authority for thousands of years. Even in recent times with these so called elections the Great Mother chose those who would be voted for.” He paused for a moment and lifted my left hand. “There are signs now that we must revert to old ways in order to protect our people.” His thumb rubbed lightly on my birthmark. And I noticed for the first time he had a grouping of two diamonds on his left hand in the same place as mine.
    I rubbed my smaller thumb on his birthmark and asked “What do these mean, Grandfather?”
    “You will find out when you are ready, Pasche. First we need to say goodbye to your mother and,” his voice grew rough, “the pale face she chooses to be with.” I followed him down stairs with one bag in my hand. When we got downstairs he said gruffly to Roger. “Paleface, get the boys bags and put them in the truck….now!” He turned to my mother and said. “Kira, thank you for allowing Pasche to come stay with me. It is important he learn our heritage and his part in it.”
    I saw my mother nod at him and she said. “I made you a promise Father and as Mother taught me, promises are kept.” My grandfather bowed his head and stepped forward to kiss my mother on the top of her head. “Pasche let us go. I want to talk to paleface before we leave.”
    We both went outside. I got into my grandfathers old truck. I watched my grandfather approach Roger and reach out to him. My grandfather was not small by any means. He stood six foot five and was a broad as a bear. I watched fascinated as my grandfather grabbed Roger by the shirt and lifted him up off the ground a full foot before slamming him against the house. He moved his face close to Roger’s and sneered at him. “We are watching you white man. If my daughter or grandchildren are hurt by you or any of your friends, you will have every member of the six nations after you. There is no place where you could run or hide from us.” He