Captive Travelers by Candace Smith Read Free Book Online

even offered to help Kayla with her thesis on nature religions for a class she was taking next semester.
    They were going through one of her scrapbooks and chatting. Hehewuti said how sorry she was that Bobby had stolen from her, and she offered to make payments out of her retirement check to pay her back. The old woman said it would have to be in small amounts because her checks did not leave her much extra.
    Kayla felt so guilty and sorry for her that she told her the money was only going towards her vacation. She did mention that Cici and Aubrey would be disappointed. Hehewuti said she might have a way to help after all. She flipped through the scrapbook and pointed at a grass mound on a mountain. She told Kayla it was an Indian mystical place, and she unfolded a map pressed into the page.
    At the time… and Kayla would regret this later… it did not occur to her why the map looked recently made. She hugged Hehewuti at the door and promised to see her again after vacation, to work on her thesis.
    After the white girl left, Hehewuti walked through her back yard. She passed by her well tended gardens to her medicine wheel in the corner. She stepped over herbs until she was in the center, and slowly lowered herself to sit on a small bench. Her fingers curled around her spirit world medallion. It was an ancient relic, handed down through her family for many generations.
    The Indian had thought long and hard about this, and she even consulted the other five spirit guides. They needed an offering to give their tribe strength. Perhaps, because there were three white women to offer, Bobby might be guided by the warrior spirits to a stronger path.
    She had tried to get Tommy’s endorsement, but he refused to represent his brother’s case. It had been three years since Hehewuti had seen him. Her grandson had moved to the reservation and secluded himself with the shaman. He was becoming a powerful guide for the tribe, yet he was ungrateful, and he refused to acknowledge his grandmother had led him to the path.
    Hehewuti hatred towards white people was insanely fanatical. She was convinced that her son had been punished for marrying outside the tribe. The whoring seductress had tempted him away from his people, and both of them had paid for her treachery. Although she decided her grandsons got what they deserved for letting white sluts seduce them, Hehewuti was still adamant that the women be punished.
    Hehewuti had told the spirit women that with Kayla’s black hair it was obvious she was of Indian heritage. She had to tell them something, because it was apparent Bobby was in love with the slut. Even though Bobby had been unfair to the girl, he was of warrior blood. Kayla should not have questioned him, and for that white trash slut to turn an Indian away was unforgivable.
    Luckily, when Hehewuti told her friends that she learned Kayla had no Indian blood, the five spirit guides had agreed that the whore deserved punishment. They were primarily interested in the benefit of the gift to the tribe, and not Hehewuti’s petty revenge.
    Hehewuti made preparations, sending Bobby on another trip up the path to the mound to clear it a bit for the ritual. He balked and complained, but eventually did as she asked. He was obsessed with destroying Kayla, and he figured that when Tommy had the problem with that fat chick, Rebecca, his grandmother’s shit had appeared to work.
    Bobby tripped on another branch, skinned his palm, and cursed. It had been three years since he had been on the trail, and it had overgrown a lot. Between tokes on a joint and swigs off his whiskey bottle, he managed to clear it enough so Kayla could find her way to the top. Bobby stood by the last boulder, traced his finger around the sacred sign… and pissed on it.
    When he climbed back down the mountain and re-stocked his supply of weed, his grandmother told him to tell her when Kayla left for the mound. Bobby lurked around the shops across from their apartment,