Chapter 3

The Randals, all four of them, trooped into the den after supper as if they were on a mission. William took Chante's journal from the mantel and sat in his big easy chair. James once again sat at his feet on the ottoman; Lewis and Alyssa pulled their own easy chairs closer.

"Grandpa before we start will you tell me about our family, I mean like since Grandpa Jim," young James asked. "Most of the kids at school don't know their family back very far."

"Okay, I can do that for you," William replied. "Let's see, guess I'll start with James and Chante. They married in 1889 and had John in 1890. Then John and Morning Star married in 1908 and had a son they named William in 1909. With me so far?"

"Yes sir," James answered.

Next William and Sarah married in 1926 and had a boy named John Ambrose in 1927. John married Rebecca and they had a boy in '46. Which was 'Me," William said making a face and smiling. We're getting closer son. James giggled and smiled back.

"Your Grandma Susan and I were married in 1962 and had John in '63. He married Ellie in early '82 and they had your Daddy that same year. Then you were born in 2008." William stopped then said, "Whew, and there you are. Your family history all the way back to 1890."

"It's really confusin," James said. "I mean with all the kids named John and James and William."

"That's a fact son," Lewis added. "But it's a way to honor the family before you."

"You mean like the Lakota?"

"Just like that son." Turning to William Lewis said, "You know I never thought about it before but all of our male ancestors had one child; a son and no other children. Sorta strange."

"This isn't the first time I've thought about that," William replied. Returning his attention to James he held up the journal and asked, "You remember where I left off last night?"

"Yes sir. You'd just read how Grandpa Jim disappeared and that Grandpa Iron Buffalo and Uncle Will looked for him until winter."

"That's right." William opened the journal and took up where he had left off previously.

"Why would those men say bad things about Grandma Chante?" James asked.

"Back then the Indian troubles and wars were still on a lot of people's minds," William explained. "Didn't matter that Chante hadn't been involved in the fights, she was an Indian and some people didn't like her because of it"

"Some people are just plain stupid," James said. Lewis smiled at the boy's response.

June, 1896

I haven't written much lately. It is not that I haven't had the time but it makes me sad to read about losing James.

"I hadn't heard that part of the story," Lewis said.

"Knew there were some problems early on but that's the first time I heard the full story," William admitted. Then with a smile he added, "Don't pay to mess with the Randals.

"That's so cool. It's just like I do every summer isn't it Dad?" James asked.

Lewis nodded and replied, "Yes son. To be honest it was your Boompa that suggested you should learn about the Lakota and your ancestors."

"Thanks Boompa," James said. He stood and hugged William and then sat back down to hear the rest of the journal.

"You're welcome boy," William responded with the hint of tears in his eyes. Dang he thought, that boy pulls at me as much as Lewis did when he was young.

"Will I get a Lakota name too?" Young James asked, excited at the idea.

"In a few years you will earn your name son," Lewis answered. "Don't get too excited, you've still got six or seven years before you can take the quest."

Will and John went to Prescott two days later and were gone overnight. I didn't know the reason for the trip until they returned to Eagle's Nest. William signed some papers turning the ranch over to John.

William stopped reading. "James go to my bedroom. Open the cedar chest at the foot of the bed; in the tray is a leather bag. Bring it to me please."

"Okay, be right back," James said. He was back in less than two minutes. "This the one you want Boompa?"

"Yep, that's it," William answered. He untied the draw string and opened the bag. Reaching inside he pulled out a thin strip of rawhide. It was tied around an acorn sized irregular shaped gold nugget. "This is the nugget that Will left for me," he said handing it to James.

"How cool." The boy looked at the nugget turning it over and over. Then he handed it to his father.

"I've seen it James," Lewis said. He took the nugget and showed it to Alyssa. She looked at it and returned it to William.

"This is yours now James," William said pointing to the nugget. "I'll hold on to it until you're older but from now on it belongs to you."

"Wow," James exclaimed. "Thank you Boompa. I'll take good care of it"

"I know you will son. It'll be in the cedar chest and you can look at it anytime you want to. Now let's get back to the journal."

August, 1914

Will surprised us today. "I'm headin back to California after the roundup," he told us.

"That's you she's writing about, isn't it Boompa?" James asked. "You never told me you had a Lakota name," the boy added.

William smiled. "It never really came up before. It's not something you run around talkin about."

"At least you don't," Lewis said. "I never knew you had earned your name either."

"Why did they call you Man of Two Hearts Boompa?"

"Chayton and I held a two day prayer vigil at Iron Buffalo's burial platform. It's a sign of honor to the person who died for you to call out your ancestor's names. It's supposed to bring their spirits to help guide the soul on their journey."

William paused and smiled, "Anyway I talked about my grandfather Jim, who was white and my grandmother Chante, who was Lakota. I also talked about my father John, who was half white and my mother Morning Star, who was Lakota. Because of my mixed blood Chayton named me Man of Two Hearts."

"It's getting late," Alyssa said. "Maybe we should finish the journal tomorrow night. It's past James bed time."

"There's only one page left," William said holding up the book.

"I think we can get by running the ranch if James sleeps in," Lewis suggested with a smile. Alyssa nodded and William read the last entry in the journal.

"Well that's it," William said as he closed the journal.

"Why didn't Grandma Chante write more?" James asked.

Alyssa saw the frown that crossed William's face. "That's enough for this evening," she said. "Bed time young man."

James hugged his family and said good night. After the boy climbed the stairs to his room, William turned to Lewis and Alyssa.

"The answer to the boy's question is that Chante disappeared on that trip to the high country," William told them.

"What happened?" Lewis asked.

"Don't rightly know for sure. Her horse came back late that afternoon. He was lame in a front leg and had a deep scratch across his rump. Looked like it was caused by a mountain lion." William had a faraway look in his eyes as he remembered back to that day in September, 1926

"Dad, Mom, me and even the ranch hands looked for her. We back tracked the horse to the mountains on the west border of the ranch but lost the trail on the rocky ground. After a week we had to put the hands back to work, but Dad and I continued to search until the weather turned bad. We never found her or any sign of her." He hung his head for a minute. Lewis and Alyssa remained quiet letting William gather himself.

"It's strange as hell, you know? She disappeared just like Jim. We know now what happened to Jim because he came back to us but I still don't know about Chante."

William took a deep breath and stared at the journal for a few seconds. Alyssa could tell he had something more on his mind and motioned to Lewis.

"What is it Grandpa?" Lewis asked

"I've been thinkin about it. It's not really my call Lewis, but I think you're makin a mistake not telling the boy about Jim."

Lewis had made a decision. Alyssa, William, and he had discussed, argued, and debated the question. They talked for three weeks after Chante's journal was read, if not every day at least several times a week. It was decided that young James needed or should be told about his Grandpa Jim's return to the modern world.

William had played "devil's advocate" when Alyssa and Lewis pulled him into the debate. After weeks of discussion William said, "The worst thing that could happen is that James tells some of his friends or their parents about Jim's return to life. The other kids will think it's just a good story and the parents won't believe it." Before Lewis or Alyssa could object to his logic he added.

"Even if someone does believe the story, the worst that could happen is that scientific types will want to investigate." William smiled, "And if that happens we'll tell them to stay the hell off our land."

William got serious again. "I think we'll do more damage by not telling the boy. James may never find out on his own but if he does he'll be hurt that we didn't trust him. Besides, he deserves to be as crazy as the rest of the Randals." William gave them a big grin and chuckled.

"How would he ever find out?" Alyssa asked.

Lewis replied, "It may be farfetched but I can see it happening. We usually make sure James isn't around if we talk about Jim. When we have slipped he hasn't paid much attention to it"

"Another problem is Tom and Helen Casey," Lewis continued. "James hasn't spent too much time with them yet, but he will as he gets older and gets more involved in working on the ranch."

"But Tom and Helen don't know the truth. They think Jim is, I mean was, a cousin from another part of the country," Alyssa argued.

"That's right," William agreed. "But Tom and Jim became close friends and Tom's bound to mention that fact. He could talk about things that Jim told him about ranching in the old days or something. Right now James wouldn't put it together but as he gets older he could begin to wonder."

"Wonder what?" Alyssa asked.

"He might wonder how a cousin who'd never been to Eagle's Nest knew so much about it. He might wonder why we've never mentioned this, Jim," William replied. "And if Tom ever describes Jim, especially that white streak in his hair, the boy could put it together with the picture of Jim, Chante, and John."

William stopped talking; he had made his point. Lewis and Alyssa were quiet and thoughtful. After a couple of minutes, Lewis straightened in his chair. "I think we should tell our son. Grandpa's right, James deserves to know about the man he was named for."

Alyssa smiled, remembering the joy and wonder that Jim had when he saw his namesake that evening just before he passed away. "If Jim hadn't come back to us, we would have probably named our son John or Josh or maybe even William," she said smiling at the older man.

"Maybe we should make an early trip up the mountain this year," Lewis suggested. "We could tell James the story then."

"I think that's a fine idea," William agreed.

Alyssa said, "It'll give James time before school starts next month to get used to the idea. Maybe he won't be so inclined to tell his friends.

"Don't really think that'll be a problem," Lewis offered. "James is very mature in some ways and I'll ask him to promise not to talk to outsiders about Jim. I don't think he'll break his word once he's given it"

"Might as well throw everything on him at once," Alyssa suggested. "I think we should tell him he owns Granddad's ranch now."

"You think?" Lewis asked.

"Yes I do," she answered. "He's got a right to know that too." Lewis nodded.

Two days later on Saturday morning the four Randals saddled their horses, packed their supplies for the picnic, and rode to the trail head leading up to Jim's burial site. Lewis hadn't told James why the trip was being made earlier than usual, just that it was.

This time James had brought along a grouse he'd shot the day before. Lewis watched James put the grouse in his saddle bag and raised an eyebrow in question.

"It's for the eagle guarding Grandpa Jim," James said with a smile. "I wasn't sure if we'd find a grouse on the way up the mountain and I hope I can give it to the eagle again."

William led the way with Alyssa riding beside him. Lewis and James rode side by side, following them. "You and Joshua sure get along good," Lewis said.

"Yes sir. He's my best friend," James answered patting the big black horse on the neck. "We're like partners." Joshua nodded his head up and down as if he agreed.

"Here we are," William called out. "Time to use our own feet for a while."

The Randals dismounted, dropping the reins to the ground. All of their horses were trained to ground tie and wouldn't move far from the spot except to graze a little.

They gathered their picnic supplies and James led the way up the trail. It took them about 30 minutes to get to the big granite bluff. There was no eagle sitting on Jim's burial platform but there were three soaring on the air currents above the butte. William and Alyssa got the food and spread it out on a saddle blanket. James, followed by Lewis, went toward Jim's final resting place.

As James and Lewis got close one of the high soaring eagles dropped out of the sky and landed on one of the upright supports.

"He came back," James said excitedly to Lewis.

"Yep he sure did," Lewis agreed. "Hold the grouse out so he can see and just wait a bit."

In a repeat of their previous meeting the big raptor hopped down and waddled over to James. He slowly reached out and took the offered grouse from the boy's hand. The bird jumped back into the air flapping his great wings. He rose until he caught the air currents over the mountain and soared off to his nest.

"That's so cool," James said as the big predator flew away.

After lunch the four of them walked closer to the burial platform. William and Alyssa took seats on a fallen tree trunk. Lewis leaned back against the tree with James sitting cross legged on the ground facing his parents.

"We came up here to Jim's place early because we wanted to talk to you," Lewis said to his son.

"Did I do something wrong Dad?" James asked looking at his father and then at his mother.

"No son," Lewis replied with a smile. He reached over and ruffled the boy's hair. "You didn't do anything wrong. Your mother and I think you should hear this story before you get much older. So does your Grandpa William."

"Okay Dad," James said.

"This is going to sound pretty strange but it's the truth. Okay?" James nodded and Lewis continued.

"About eleven years before you were born, I was exploring up here on the mountain. I found your Grandpa Jim sleeping in that cave just across that little canyon there." Lewis pointed to the collapsed entrance to the cavern.

"But I thought Grandpa Jim died a long time ago."

"So did we, until I found him in that cave. Doc Samuels said Jim was in a state of suspended animation. You know what that means James?"

"Yes sir. It's like someone sleeping for a long time," James replied. "I read about it in some my science fiction stories."

"That's right, it's like someone sleeping. That's what Jim was doing, sleeping." Lewis paused making sure the boy understood. "We got Jim down to the ranch house where he fully woke up and after a few days he was as good as new."

"That means he was," James said and started counting to himself. "That means Grandpa Jim was over a hundred years old."

"We figured Jim had been asleep for 117 years, give or take a year or two."

"What happened to Grandpa? I mean how did he get put into suspended animation?"

"Remember the medicine man that we read about in Chante's Journal?" Lewis asked.

"Yeah, Spirit Healer she called him."

"Well Spirit Healer tricked Jim into the cave and gave him something that put him to sleep. He pulled Jim into a small room and built a rock wall to close him in. With me so far?"

"Yes sir, but how did Grandpa Jim stay alive for all those years?" James asked.

"We don't really know. There was a flame burning in a niche in one wall and it gave off a funny kind of smoke. Doc Samuels thinks whatever was in that smoke kept Jim alive all those years," Lewis answered. "Anyway I saw a hole in that wall and looked inside. I saw Jim and knocked down some of the wall. He woke up when the fresh air hit him."