Chapter 13
(White Swan, Yakama Nation. Washington state. 1980s.)
When AIM (American Indian Movement) asked Jacob Wallace to go check out what was going on in Sitka for them, he demurred.
“Got a baby girl, here,” he said, holding her, with the phone tucked under his chin. His wife came to take her, but he shook his head. He loved to hold her. She was the future of Yakama Nation. She was his precious baby daughter. She laughed at him. He was convinced those were true laughs, even though his wife just rolled her eyes.
He refocused on the voice of the head of AIM. “If I could send anyone else I would, Jacob. But the only person anywhere near you is Andrew Solomon, Lummi. He’s too young, too hot headed to go alone. I need you to go with him.”
Dangerous to send anyone alone, Jacob thought.
