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th e neck and a botched castration. H is young son, Wee Ian , had been beaten, but was alive, willing , and capable of taking care of his wounded father’s needs. Marty’s son, James, and his wife, Leah, were there also . The newlywed couple had traveled ‘back’ in time from 2013 to help him here in 1781. Soon they would be on their way to live with her mother, Evie. Evie was another time traveler and married to Ian’s cousin Wallace, the son of Jody Pomeroy, Scottish-born soldier, farmer, and American patriot. Evie had undergone a mysterious age reversal so now appeared younger than her adult daughter , Leah.
Only last week Marty had sent the cryptic letter requesting James’s assistance in this time era, hoping that the sealed epistle would make it to London. He had given instructions with the letter that it be held in trust at the House of Lords until 2013. At that time, it was to be delivered to James’s post office box. Evidently , all had gone according to plan. James and Leah had arrived yesterday and had given Ian Kincaid the blood transfusion needed to save his life. The act gave substance to the Cherokee Indian legend of the Nûñnë’hĩ, the ‘fairy,’ who had come and put his spirit into Star Walker, Ian Kincaid, in order to heal his broken body. Now, Ian would live to sire the child, Scout Kincaid, who would become his son James’s ancestor.
So, now that his son’s heritage had bee n assured, he could go back to the 21 st century to be with the lad’s mother, Bibb, the woman he should have married decades ago. He could also meet the son he never knew he had, Billy Burke. Bibb had secretly birthed then given up for adoption their love child, her first-born son. Bibb now had liver cancer and needed to undergo a liver transplant. Yes, Marty desperately wanted to go back ‘home’ to the 21 st century. But first , he had to find his way back to the time portal, The Trees that marked the magnetic anomaly that facilitated time travel. He already had the other two factors needed to complete the journey: the rare Greek coin and a focus person in the targeted time period, his beloved Bibb .
“Well, I thought this was the right direction,” Marty said to his horse. “At least I remember the creek was on my right and the morning sun was in my eyes on my way in. Crap! You’re turned around, Melbourne! You’re supposed to be going the opposite direction of how you got here! Stop daydreaming about your homecoming and find those trees!”
Marty got off the horse and led her to the creek, allowing her to drink and graze while he pulled out the map and rechecked his location. After ten minutes of looking at the map, turning it 90 degrees, looking at the course of the creek, turning the map again and looking at the creek still again, he decided to take a short nap. “Stay,” he said to the horse and grabbed a short length of soft rope out of his saddlebag to hobble her. “We still have a ways to go , but I can’t think straight. I didn’t sleep a wink last night and i t’s creeping up on me. Hopefully, a nap will clear my head because if I don’t get us lined out and started in the right direction, we’ll wind up at the Pomeroy’s before Leah and James. And , I’m not even heading that way! Hmph!”
Marty took the bedroll off the back of the mare and used it as a pillow, setting his tricorner hat on his head sideways to block the splotchy sunrays coming through the tree branches. His frowning face transitioned into a contented grin. Tomo rrow night, he’d be lying down with Bibb at his side, or even closer…
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“What the …!” Marty shouted, his hand inadvertently knocking his hat away from his eyes. He had been asleep, that much he knew, but someone was trying to pull his bedroll out from under his head.
“Stay still if you know what’s good for ya!” the gapped tooth man instructed . H e jerked the bedroll out from under Marty’s head with one hand and twirled the carved bone
Only last week Marty had sent the cryptic letter requesting James’s assistance in this time era, hoping that the sealed epistle would make it to London. He had given instructions with the letter that it be held in trust at the House of Lords until 2013. At that time, it was to be delivered to James’s post office box. Evidently , all had gone according to plan. James and Leah had arrived yesterday and had given Ian Kincaid the blood transfusion needed to save his life. The act gave substance to the Cherokee Indian legend of the Nûñnë’hĩ, the ‘fairy,’ who had come and put his spirit into Star Walker, Ian Kincaid, in order to heal his broken body. Now, Ian would live to sire the child, Scout Kincaid, who would become his son James’s ancestor.
So, now that his son’s heritage had bee n assured, he could go back to the 21 st century to be with the lad’s mother, Bibb, the woman he should have married decades ago. He could also meet the son he never knew he had, Billy Burke. Bibb had secretly birthed then given up for adoption their love child, her first-born son. Bibb now had liver cancer and needed to undergo a liver transplant. Yes, Marty desperately wanted to go back ‘home’ to the 21 st century. But first , he had to find his way back to the time portal, The Trees that marked the magnetic anomaly that facilitated time travel. He already had the other two factors needed to complete the journey: the rare Greek coin and a focus person in the targeted time period, his beloved Bibb .
“Well, I thought this was the right direction,” Marty said to his horse. “At least I remember the creek was on my right and the morning sun was in my eyes on my way in. Crap! You’re turned around, Melbourne! You’re supposed to be going the opposite direction of how you got here! Stop daydreaming about your homecoming and find those trees!”
Marty got off the horse and led her to the creek, allowing her to drink and graze while he pulled out the map and rechecked his location. After ten minutes of looking at the map, turning it 90 degrees, looking at the course of the creek, turning the map again and looking at the creek still again, he decided to take a short nap. “Stay,” he said to the horse and grabbed a short length of soft rope out of his saddlebag to hobble her. “We still have a ways to go , but I can’t think straight. I didn’t sleep a wink last night and i t’s creeping up on me. Hopefully, a nap will clear my head because if I don’t get us lined out and started in the right direction, we’ll wind up at the Pomeroy’s before Leah and James. And , I’m not even heading that way! Hmph!”
Marty took the bedroll off the back of the mare and used it as a pillow, setting his tricorner hat on his head sideways to block the splotchy sunrays coming through the tree branches. His frowning face transitioned into a contented grin. Tomo rrow night, he’d be lying down with Bibb at his side, or even closer…
Ж
“What the …!” Marty shouted, his hand inadvertently knocking his hat away from his eyes. He had been asleep, that much he knew, but someone was trying to pull his bedroll out from under his head.
“Stay still if you know what’s good for ya!” the gapped tooth man instructed . H e jerked the bedroll out from under Marty’s head with one hand and twirled the carved bone
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