Chapter 5
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
“Sheshebens!” Chepi shouted.
Noshi scrambled down the cliff and found his small son still breathing but unconscious, the child’s head bleeding from a gash on the side of his skull.
“He’s alive. I’ll bring him up,” Noshi said. He packed snow into the child’s wound to staunch the bleeding and pulled him into his arms. “I’ve got you, son.”
Noshi scaled the frozen cliff; his boots slipping on glacial rocks, his limp child slumped over his shoulder. Sheshebens’ blood spilled in thin rivulets down his father’s back. “Stay with me, please,” Noshi whispered…
Northern California, Present Time
Maggie lit a half melted lemon-sage candle, poured herself a glass of old vine zinfandel and put on her favorite Celtic Woman CD. She eased into her claw-foot tu
