Wednesday, May 14
Darkest Calling: Part 3 – The Elder Stars Ritual
Blade looked through his binoculars. “That’s John Takoda. A shaman on the Papago Reservation.”
Takoda was a tall, thin man with parchment-like wrinkled skin and long gray hair tied in a ponytail. He wore jeans, a checkered shirt, and cowboy boots.
They carefully bound the man to the ground. He showed no signs of resistance. Then, lifting a knife over the man’s head, he began cutting into his flesh.
“That’s it, go, go, go!”
The agents rushed forward, pistols out. “Hands up! On the ground, now!”
The Native Americans looked up, surprisingly calm. Takoda put his hands up. “Jacob Ironshirt. You have come, as Coyote foretold.”
“Put the knife down,” said Blade. He pointed the pistol at Takoda.
“You have interfered with things that you do not understand. Our people are to be protected, as will all men, women and children of this earth if I am allowed to complete the rituals of banishment.”
“Down!” shouted Hammer.
Takoda shook his head. “If we do not, the lands will be subject to darkness and death, bringing the time when the stars are right ever closer. Our people have long understood sacrifice, a concept lost to your modern ways.
“This is not the way to do it,” said Hammer. “I’m not going to ask you again!”
“I have volunteers who understand that the interest of the tribe come first,” said Takoda. “But now it seems Coyote has sent you to me to serve a higher purpose.”
Takoda resumed the carving of the man’s flesh on the ground.
“Take him out!” shouted Hammer into his mic.
There was the crack of a sniper’s rifle. Hammer’s pistol flew out of his hand. He swore, clutching his bleeding fist. “Son of a bitch, they missed!” [MORE]
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