Chapter Two
“Wow, would you look at that!” said Jason, the helicopter pilot, his voice clipping through the headphones as they approached Kit Cove.
It was a small coastal town, a fishing community with a large Native population. As Ben stared out the big bubble of a windshield, he was struck by what appeared to be hundreds of people below, waving signs as the helicopter approached the small community airfield. As they came in closer, Ben could see how they moved and yelled, shaking their signs in anger, the energy all ramped up. There was no doubt in his mind that this unfriendly crowd of people was meant to be his welcoming committee, and he didn’t need to read their damn signs to know that this community wasn’t interested in listening to him. What the hell was he walking into? Ben grou
