His First Love, My Son's Grave

acle, Arizona, carrying more

ied Etha

she cl

in Tucson. Our son, Kay, Little Eagle, was an "Earth Spirit." His small t

by. For it

He saw only Sophia, his first l

need it, Ella.

sert wind cold against my

im since birth. Our tribe, our ancestors, they blessed it. It

the gesture I once found endeari

Ella. It's a necklac

m when they looked

. This psychic says Kay's amulet will ensure t

ands its meaning. You can't j

full of toys." He turned away. "The

shifty eyes, reeking of cheap colo

y son, Little Eagle,

ripped through me, throu

an's ranch hands, men who'd e

moment, then his p

, already halfway to the do

l

's neck. The thong snapped. A sm

ands rough. Kay went limp,

iry tales to Sophia's swollen

e life in his eyes, usually br

doctor, the one from town I'd fra

body of Little

Pendleton blanket, to the main house,

he fireplace, a book

sharp, clouded with confusion, t

? Wha

tribe's gift, my life given to your family, Kay's life... it'

ered like the Arizon

He can't be..." He reac

n who'd known Kay since he was a baby, steppe

. "I'm so sorry, Samuel. There w

struggle. And a severe, rapid onset infection. Whatever happened, it was brutal. And there was no s

ed. Ethan hadn't even en

echoed in my mind, no lo