Abaddon's Locusts by Don Travis

Author:Don Travis [Travis, Don]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery/suspense
ISBN: 978-1-64080-718-1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2019-01-22T06:00:00+00:00

THE SUN lay low on the horizon before Jazz’s torment eased enough for them to move. With Klah’s help, he made it back to the Hatahle camp. He walked the last few yards on his own. Dibe wasn’t fooled.

“Look a little blue around the gills, boy. Bad ’un, huh?” She picked up a jug and ladled out a splash. “Take some of old Pintaro’s green tea. Seems to help.”

Jazz drank it greedily. “Thanks. It eases my guts some.”

“Gad and me been talking. Can’t decide if you’re one a them urban Indians or come from the big rez. I know you got some white blood in you, but your true blood’s strong.”

Jazz flopped down on the floor of the hogan beside the two and frowned. “Seems like my dad’s a blood. Mom’s… Mom’s….” His voiced died away as the image of a small woman with blonde hair that wasn’t quite blonde and pale blue eyes wavered before him. “I guess she’s a white lady.”

“And your real name’s Jazz Jasper?” Gad asked.

“Yeah. Well, Jazz and Jasper seem right, but not together.” His head started to ache.

“You don’t run into a man calling himself Jazz much. Me’n Gad’s heading up to Window Rock for a ceremony in a coupla days. You wanna go with us?”

Jazz glanced at Klah before shaking his head. “Don’t think so.”

Dibe pursed her lips but refrained from asking why. He felt obligated to explain anyway.

“I-I gotta figure out what’s going on first. There’s somebody out there hunting me. I gotta figure out what to do next. Best just to hide out here until then.”

“Son,” Gad said. “You ain’t hiding out. Ever soul at To’hajiilee knows there’s a Jazz amongst us. Likely some kinfolk up on the big rez does too… by now.”

Jazz seemed to shrink inside himself. Maybe it’d be better just to let them catch him. At least he wouldn’t hunger for a pipe every minute of the day and crumple over into stomach cramps and feel like throwing up. Shit. It was only sex, anyway.

He drew a shaky breath and squared his shoulders. It was a hell of a lot more than that. Crap, it wasn’t even sex. Not real sex. Not an urge created by love and desire. It was just animal grunting and satisfying someone else’s lust. Muscular contractions. Surely he was worth more than that.

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