Chapter nine
TessaOnly the winged warrior may ask the sky gods for wisdom.
Powwaw Speak: Shamanic Wisdom of the Irrakish, Theodore Black, PhD
Tessa woke late and stumbled around the trailer, making instant coffee. The kitchen window looked east and as the sun rose, a finger of light blazed in, making her squint. She stared at the long valley, back the way she had come last night, wondering if she should stay.
“Why not?” she said out loud. “You might as well get some work done. Breakfast first, though. Wonder what they left me to eat?”
Tessa scrounged in the cupboards and found some dry three-minute noodles. She cooked and ate them without paying much attention, replaying instead the scene she had witnessed in the boathouse window.
“Jerk,” she muttered, and went to get her tools.
She
