Divine by Blood
Oklahoma
"A storm comes." John Peace Eagle squinted into the south-west sky.
His grandson barely glanced up from his portable Play-station. "Grandpa, if you'd get cable out here you wouldn't have to do all that sky watching. You could check out the Weather Channel instead, or watch it on the news like everyone else."
"This storm could not be predicted by mundane means." The old Choctaw Wisdom Keeper spoke without turning from his study of the sky. "Go now. Take the truck and return to your mother's house."
This did make the teenager look. "Really? I can take your truck?"
Peace Eagle nodded. "I'll get a ride into town sometime this week and pick it up."
"Cool!" The boy grabbed his backpack and gave his grandpa a quick hug. "See ya, Grandpa."
It was only after Peace Eagle heard the engine roar and then fade as the boy drove down the dirt road that led to the two-lane highway to town that he began to prepare.
Rhythmically the Wisdom Keeper beat the drum. It did not take long. Soon shapes began stirring between the trees. They entered the clearing beside the cabin as if they had been carried there by the ... read full excerpt from: Divine by Blood ebook
