Chapter eleven
TessaA warrior’s wound may heal and leave him bleeding within.
Powwaw Speak: Shamanic Wisdom of the Irrakish, Theodore Black, PhD
She took a deep breath and opened the hut door. Jane’s eyes, red-rimmed from crying, went suddenly wide. “Tessa! My god. Are you OK?” She hurried across the floor, then threw her arms around her friend.
Tessa pushed her away gently, confused by this near hysteria. “It’s all right, Jane. I’m... all right. What on earth is the matter? Have you been waiting here all afternoon?”
She shook her head in confusion. “Afternoon? You have been missing for over twenty-four hours, Tessa. Jakob has been out all day checking the trails up the valley. I stayed here with the radio just in case you came back. I’d better call him.”
Tessa stared at the clock on
