A train whistle blew loudly ahead, but the passenger remained focused on the book in his lap. Sunlight streamed in through the train car's windows, whose surfaces were marred with dried water from the earlier rains. The pungent smell of the passing forests mixed with the smoke of the locomotive as it seeped through the cracked open windows. With every gentle sway of the car against the tracks, the wheels clattered over each bump in the line and attempted to steal his concentration.

Nevertheless, with a steady and aged hand, the tan-skinned man etched out the next few words onto the journal before him. It was painfully slow, but writing and reading English was far different from learning it. There was much to get used to with the white people's world after his capture, but he'd grown accustomed faster than he thought in his older years. With their acceptance, he even found himself wearing their fancy wool suits with stiff collars, just like he did today.

Despite this, he saw endless signs of his past. Across the wooden cabin of the car, an armed soldier remained in his seat. He was reading a book with the Winchester propped up against the seat before him. He wore the new army's khakis of the changing times, which served as another firm reminder of days gone. The federal troops guarding him had become far too laxed these days, but they treated him well, as did the countless people at the fairs.

'If they were Mexican soldiers, it would have been far different.' Certainly, he would have felt less secure and content around them than the Americans.

It was amusing, really. Despite their constant guard even as an old man, the passenger felt at ease. He was making a lot of money, and the public was learning a lot about his tribe's traditions and others. There was still a lot of prejudice and misinformation, but he still did his best to inform them since he was released from the fort. They'd captured him many years ago, yet it still felt like yesterday.

Quietly, the elderly Apache warrior looked out the window with his tired eyes and wrinkled face. Tree after tree passed in his sight, but his eyes shifted between them and his reflection endlessly. He no longer recognized the face with gray locks, nor the land outside. While interesting and curious to see, he wanted to return to easier times… a naïve time of bliss before that dreadful massacre by the Mexican Army.

The spirits within had long become restless in a new way. Long gone was the wolf of uncontrolled youthful rage and vengeance, replaced only with that endless longing of a tired old one. He missed his son and his second wife. He missed his tribe and loyal allies. But there was nothing he could do to have them anymore. All he had left was this book in his hands and the writings he had to finish; No editor or publisher was going to shift his words if he could help it.

With every passing second, he slowly scribbled a new word. Just writing about his experiences ushered the memories forward. With every blink, he could see his home again and hear his people laughing. The lighter times were gone, but they lived on and were forever pined for in his heart. His schedule was too busy and controlled, but he still clung to that one small wish in his old years… just one…

The feared warrior Geronimo would love nothing more than to feel the wind rushing against his face as he rode amongst the red rocks again.

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Fragment 85: What Howls Within

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The high noon sun beat down across the vast lands, where there wasn't even a highway in sight. All around, the world remained almost unmoving. Even in early October, the oppressive heat forced most to take shelter across the dry lands. A desert owl peaked out from the dug alcove among the dirt, sheltered by many of the dry shrubbery that plastered the ground. A lizard quickly scampered across a stretch of slickrock to hide amongst a cluster of rocks on the sloping incline.

But around the dried-out sands and slickrock, towering mountains of entrada sandstone plastered chopped up the landscape. From simple tans to subtle hues of red, these almost chiseled formations could draw attention from the horizon. Up close, they ruled over the area with their majesty. Coupled with the unusual amount of white, fluffy clouds that passed by in the pristine skies above, they beckoned for many a trailblazer to explore. And they did.

Four horses galloped across the sloping hill at fair speed, making their way towards a gulch. From within, one could peep the glimpses of fertile land. Lush trees and shrubs hugged a small, shallow river as it snaked its way among the towering bluffs. The hidden oasis that made its way across the land invited the adventurers with one of its rare, sloping entryways, and they were more than happy to oblige.

Three brown mares trailed a leading fourth, whose red coat and white hair screamed of prestige; It was the only one of the four that was spiritual in nature. Perched on its saddle, Billy laughed happily as he kept one hand on his new white Stetson and another on the reins. His dusty jeans, tucked into new brown leather cowboy boots, clung to the horse as his red-and-white plaid shirt fluttered in the passing winds. The saddlebags flopped at his mount's sides.

Right behind him was the group's outlier. Arjuna looked unusually clean riding a horse with his white-and-blue sherwani with matching traditional pants and sandals. His calm facial feature was coupled with inquisitive eyes as he stared around at the formations they passed. With perfect posture, he emanated the presence of royalty that the dust wouldn't dare mar. It had come in handy convincing some skeptical rangers from time to time.

Third in line was George, whose hair waved behind him and shimmered flawlessly. His own white Stetson matched his newly-bought cow-leather cowboy jacket complete with western frills and black accents; It could use a bit more fitting, but that's something the Stitch Witches could manage when they returned. They covered the top of his own jeans, but didn't flap due to the brown camera bag that was secured tightly to his back.

Bringing up the rear was Geronimo, whose smile nearly shimmered like a sunrise. The enjoyment in his eyes couldn't be matched as he kept his horse following the group perfectly as Billy maneuvered them towards the hidden gulch. Matching his two companions, he had his own pair of jeans, but forwent any shirt in favor of his battle-attire's traditional coat. It flapped behind him, leaving his muscular torso exposed to the winds.

But he would have it no other way as he felt the winds of his homelands again… this time, without a Celt army or maddened Edison to worry about.

He glanced ahead as a red-tailed hawk let out a skin-tingling familiar call. It had been riding the updrafts before it swooped low towards the moving group; One rarely saw such a sight that weren't ranchers. Though it took only passing interest in the first three, its eyes seemed to lock on with Geronimo. It flapped its wings, kept pace, and held its stare steady as it flew beside the caster.

His voice within, the wolf who played in delight among so many wondrous natural spirits, beckoned him to answer. Centuries of passed down tradition agreed. With a growing smile, he nodded towards it respectfully, and the hawk seemingly nodded back with a twinkle in its eye. His ancestors were pleased.

A moment later, it flew off, but it certainly wasn't the last, or first, animal to do that in the American Southwest. The caster looked back ahead of him and saw George smiling with his phone in hand. "Got it this time! The animals around here sure love you."

"I'm surprised they do." It had happened in past singularities too, but getting to experience it in calmer times made for a more vibrant experience. These little moments occurred in any deployment that brought him to the North American continent, but they were strongest in these parts. His spiritual connection to the land was at his peak, which caused him to radiate the mythical majesty of the Southwest. The land merely responded in turn, in a way most thought was rare.

Yet he and those of his blood would understand, that even on his fourth day here, he was still being welcomed home.

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The sun had long since set, but their little camp was quickly erected by the sheltered river; It was more for the horses than them. With their many unassuming bags, they'd carried plenty of food for the tired animals, who were now lying on the sandy banks in comfortable sleep. Billy's spiritual mount remained awake, and constantly tried to take a bite out of the cowboy's barbecue. Even now, he eyed the delicious shish kebabs he was making for everyone over their lone, blazing campfire.

Geronimo stared through the holes in the massive overhanging arches above to spy the growing night sky, where stars twinkled with unhindered beauty. There were barely any distant lights of towns on the far horizons, saving this area from of light pollution. He breathed calmly with a small smile as they finally rested beneath the stars instead of a warm hotel bed. As much as he appreciated modern comforts, it was this nostalgic feeling of dust and grit against his back that kept the wolves within content.

A little further away, George had his camera set up on a tripod and pointed through the gap in the massive arches overhead. There was a small and careful click of the shutter before he turned around. "So what do you suppose the rancher will say when we come back to the stables tomorrow?"

Billy chuckled. "Reckon he won't be at a loss. He seemed to trust Geronimo and I… had that trusting stare in his eye and everything."

George smiled back. "Trust a cowboy and an Apache in Utah? I can't imagine why."

"Neither can I," Geronimo added with a tiny smile as he glanced over to the rider. He was reviewing the back of his screen, but shook his head. The caster then turned to Arjuna, who was silently gazing towards the stars and the silhouettes of the carved, sheltering rock around them. His face flickered in the light of the campfire as they sat on a smoother rock. He asked him, as he had every night. "I hope this day has been enjoyable."

"Adventurous, certainly. It's been much too long since I've ridden," Arjuna easily answered as he looked his way. His smile had grown in the past months, but strangers could still describe it as faint. He felt far less troubled though, and his spirit felt even more regal, yet free, as he sat behind him. That's what mattered to the caster. "This was very much needed. You really do have a wonderful homeland."

"Good to see you're still not regretting coming on out!" Billy said as he offered them their food on paper plates. The barbecue skewers that sat on top steamed gently. Though the lightly charred cooking seemed rudimentary, Geronimo knew it wasn't wise to underestimate a cowboy's skill with it. Food was often one of their only little comforts, so making a scrap of meat taste just a little better would carry them extra miles. As he took his first bite, he was proven correct as the soft meat melted in his mouth.

Arjuna's veggie shish kebab looked just as tasty as he bit in.

Billy went back to ready his and George's plate while he remained enthralled by night photography, all while the other two ate in silence. It was hardly awkward, even if their group was a strange blend. Arjuna merely took Geronimo on his offer to finally see a Southwest sunset with some extra vacation days. George wanted the photo opportunities in a color-rich land. Billy and Geronimo were here for obvious reasons, and Robin would have accompanied them too…

…if he hadn't been tied down with the Elizabeth and Carmilla infighting. He still remembered that annoyed and frustrated look on the producer's face. "If my dumb idol mars her image, all that work I put in will be meaningless."

But the group turned out enjoyable. Billy thought it may be awkward, but the thin ice had already begun to melt as they stepped off the Angel at Area 51. From there, they'd formed a more comfortable bond as they made their way around Utah. This was their final night in Utah, and they had one long drive ahead of them to reach Paige, Arizona, for their second to last day of sightseeing. They had quite the packed schedule to fit it all in their six-day vacation; Servants not needing sleep was a blessing for this.

George finally nodded with a small smile as he glanced between his camera and a held photography book they bought days ago at the Zion visitor's center. He then curiously turned back to accept the warm plate from Billy with a thanks, but called out to everyone. "Do any of you know what these arches are called?"

"We would have if Billy insisted that we didn't need a map," Geronimo joked as he shot a tiny smile to his friend. "You're a great trailblazer, but not a tour guid-"

The cowboy merely huffed. "Okay, okay… maybe I should've thought of the whole landmark names thing. Happy? At least we got us to Coyote Gulch! We'll just get it on the way back!"

"I'm just impressed you found them. You two are from the New Mexico area, after all," Arjuna admitted after he took a sip of his canteen of water; With all the stuff they packed into their specialized Chaldean pouches, they could camp for a week. "Your pathfinding skills are noteworthy."

"Comes with being nomadic," Billy replied as he finally took a seat on a piece of slick rock. "Either learn to navigate, or die in the Old West."

George nodded slowly while chewing his food, but said no more. He was a traveler himself, so Geronimo safely assumed his sense of direction was likely potent. There was never really a time it was ever tested, though. The rider glanced back at his camera as the shutter clicked half a minute after the first press, then revealed a new long-exposed shot on the back. He slowly nodded. "I'm coming back with a fortune. I can't thank you enough for bringing me… just tonight made this trip worth it."

"Sorry we hurried y'all along, but we didn't want to waste too much of Arjuna's travel days!" Billy declared as he wolfed down another shish kebab. Some new ones were stuck in the ground to cook, which his horse was quietly eyeing as it sneaked closer. "You still have that India trip with Annie and the others."

"I'll have more than enough saved up by then," the Indian legend reassured, but it wasn't quite adding up with Geronimo's quick calculations. If they're spending two weeks travelling in India, he wouldn't have enough saved up in time. Was there an exchange he wasn't aware of? His curiosity was broken by Arjuna's own. "I hope having me as a guest didn't cause you to change your plans."

"Ah, not at all!" Billy comforted with a grin. "Geronimo, Robin, and I wanted to experience a new but familiar land together… Oh, come to think of it…!"

Billy quickly placed his plate down, wiped his hand on his pants, and fished out his phone. He then started taking quick snaps of the bonfire. "Gotta post these on Robin's wall to make him jealous! Hey George! Think I can get a photo of the stars through the arch with my phone?"

"It might not have enough light sensitivity, but it's worth a shot," the rider offered with a smile. "If not, you could try taking one of my camera's screen."

"Ah, that's a great idea! Thanks! God… if I had cameras back then, you should have seen some of the wild nights! Desert monsoons are like hell opening up!"

Though Geronimo smiled at the lively exchange, he noticed Arjuna's contemplative but calm stare. He met it curiously. "Is something wrong?"

"I was curious when you showed us our route last week… I'm confused why your true home wasn't anywhere on your original plans," Arjuna explained. Geronimo felt himself grow a little uncomfortable by the continued glance. "…I don't wish to intrude, but is there another reason you don't wish to return?"

Geronimo couldn't help but pause. Without any doubt, it'd been his past dream to finally be allowed to return to his land that he'd been barred from. He had that chance to see his people again too, and the White Mountain Apaches were only a scant few hundred miles away in Arizona. He'd been letting his inner spirits, the wolves within, dance with the natural spirits that he could feel around them… to smile and enjoy the world with the ancestors and wonder that greeted him home.

…And it came with the mixed feeling of returning to his real home, to be amongst his true people.

He'd been curious to search it up with his phone while they planned… To learn about what happened to his people after he disappeared. Just hearing how far the African Americans had come with the Civil Rights movement from Tyler was more than enough to get his hopes up. If the slaves found freedom while he lived, then total acceptance, then maybe his people too…

And to the howls of a wolf in his heart, he found this both was and was not the case. Native Americans, like countless other minorities, had plenty of freedoms and opportunities as American Citizens. But those who remained on the reservations… His blood boiled with anger just thinking about it. He could feel the inner wolf, the one that always growled with anger, resolve, and purpose, trying to seize the reins of action again.

Those very same reins that made him into a legend during his never-ending campaigns.

"I think I know the reason." Billy's voice shunted his mind back to reality. He looked over, and his friend stared sympathetically to him. It was a look he hadn't gotten often from cowboys back then, but if you asked him, he would have appreciated its sight during their era. "A vacation is a vacation."

Arjuna and George turned to stare at the rather obvious statement, but he quickly continued with a sigh, all while he just let his horse chew one of the unattended shish kebabs. "We only get so many days to enjoy ourselves in the modern world, and we have to keep our identities secret. But the masters said it. We're encouraged to enjoy ourselves out here. To relax and have fun in the modern world, bring back expensive gifts and souvenirs, all that fun stuff."

Geronimo met Billy's eyes firmly as he spoke his heart's hesitation. "Geronimo is avoiding the Indian reservations on purpose. He didn't want to confirm his fears and possibly ruin the vacation with his reactions. He was being very considerate when he planned this with me, and I didn't question it."

The air got much heavier. Even the calm spirits of nature around them couldn't soothe the troubled man as he nodded slowly. Dearly… Very dearly he wanted to go back to the reservation and see how his people faired. He didn't want the perspectives from a few scarce photographs. He wanted to see for himself, but that was a selfish act for a group who collectively wanted to see what the Wild West had become. So, he obliged with the most scenic areas he hadn't tread.

George looked uncomfortable. "…I didn't realize. I hope this trip isn't troubling for you-"

"No, no… I needed to come back. I wanted to feel the spirits of the land again, and Utah was just as scenic as we hoped," he offered calmly, but his smile gone and his appetite with it. "…I'm not avoiding Indian Reservations. We'll be on the Navajo's by tomorrow afternoon, as I said. I will join you."

"Barely on it, you mean," Billy corrected lightly with a sympathetic glance. "Paige borders it, but we'll only be walking onto the reservation to see Antelope Canyon."

There was another small pause, but to his relief, Billy offered a tiny smile and moved to break the gloom. "Tch, specifics…! We're used to winging things by now! So about we enjoy the rest of our little night while the horses rest! That car ride tomorrow is going to be brutal!"

Though George and Arjuna still looked a bit concerned, the saint nodded with a small smile. "I promise I won't stop us too much."

"It'll break the monotony! Gives us something to look at," the cowboy chuckled as he finally attempted to shoo his horse away from the food… which was already gone.

As George went to help him make new ones, Geronimo found a tiny smile on his face watching the happy horse chew his last shish kebab. He had his hesitations and concerns about tomorrow, but they were Navajo, not Apache. Hopefully he'd see sights that would reassure him of their state, but he would let it haunt him no further this night. He'd caused enough worries for his companions, and indeed, this was supposed to be a vacation he did not wish to tarnish in any way.

They still had a few more hours to enjoy their relaxed stay in Grand Staircase Escalante.

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The drive had been upbeat and comfortable until they finally crossed the border into Arizona. They'd gotten out and taken a picture with the sign, which wound up on Thronebook a minute later. The tension within him had grown since then, and he'd fallen a bit quieter. If the others noticed, they left him be as they glanced around at any curious landmarks. They had a special scheduled tour of the canyon in the early afternoon, and their group of four took up most of its slots.

There hadn't been enough time to change, but Da Vinci's special deodorant, made specifically because of Spartacus, made them and their clothes smell absolutely fresh.

They still had an hour, and so they spent it grabbing some lunch at a local barbecue restaurant. The interior was dim, and the clatter of silverware and calm conversation joined the aromas in the air. Their table was beside a window, offering a look into the rather quaint town. An occasional tour truck with visitors drove by, complete with a dozen riders in the back. His eyes would latch onto the Native Americans who always drove them.

His heart remained concerned and heavy, but the sights thus far have been… ordinary. Of the first Native Americans he's glanced upon being here, many felt just that. Ordinary. Nothing too out of the blue or concerning. They were just people going about their business like everyone else, smiling or grumbling about the little things.

As he leaned gently back in the booth's comfy leather seating, he and Billy glanced over to the newly arrived waitress, who was dressed like a rancher. The black-haired woman was clearly of Navajo descent, and he smiled and glanced into her eyes before she even greeted them. He subtly felt her spirit's voice, and found it was rather content and satisfied. Either she was an American Citizen, or some of his beliefs were misplaced by sensationalist journalism. He skeptical side, honed from years of warfare with the Mexicans and US, doubted the latter.

"Hello! I'm Amanda, and I'll be your waitress for this afternoon. Would you like to start off with some drinks while waiting for your friends?"

"Sure would, miss." Billy tipped his Stetson and flashed a charming smile. "They went to your souvenir shop for a peek, but a water for all four of us if you please."

With a smile, she was off, but not before a small lingering glance of admiration towards Geronimo. Billy glanced back to the with a small smirk, which was easy to ignore. Geronimo merely glanced as he looked to another Native American waiter, who stood by a pillar with the skull of a longhorn. His smile caught most of his attention; It wasn't forced, nor was his laugh as he talked enthusiastically with his table while taking their orders. He even glanced over to him admirably too. He could feel both wolves within wagging their tails.

Billy took notice and smiled lightly, "Relaxing a bit?"

"They seem happier. Their spirits don't lie," Geronimo replied quietly as he looked around. Indeed, he could feel himself becoming more at ease since they arrived. "…Perhaps the Navajo are well off. They do have the second largest reservation."

"Could also be the typical tourist face, but if you sense their spirits don't lie… I've got nothing!" Billy chuckled lightly, and the caster couldn't help but smile. The cowboy was always an interesting card from Chaldea's deck, and it was curious they even got along in the first place. An outlaw and a jaded Apache warrior... They were commonly perceived as enemies, as was often the case, but that American singularity, and Chaldea, had done wonders for their special friendship.

In the comfortable, but growing silence, Geronimo thought to ask to clear his mind of any concerned thoughts. "Are you going to go back to New Mexico sometime?"

"Maybe… I'm a wanderer at heart," Billy offered as he glanced outside. "I don't hold much attachment to plots of soil like you do… Ah, no offense."

He waved it off easily; Billy hardly ever meant harm. "I suppose you really did just want to feel the hot winds rushing past again."

"Just like you," he nodded back then smirked. "Quite a surprise to see the government didn't ruin so much of this land. It feels just like it did back then… minus the houses… and the cars… and that fancy hydro-electric dam we saw from the bridge…"

"So almost everything has changed," Geronimo joked back with a chuckle, making Billy shake his head incredulously. "I know what you mean. Time has moved on, but the spirits of the land… I can still hear them. They're mostly preserved, and it makes me proud."

"Could use more horse trails though… They always go on about being authentic, but where are all the horses!? Horses are to the Wild West as peanut butter is to jelly."

Though Billy found himself on another small list of nitpicks about the time, Geronimo quietly pondered the Southwest. Theodore Roosevelt had started a powerful movement by creating the first National Parks. The amount of natural land the United States has preserved was inspiring, and one of their most widely accepted actions. Yet, his words, especially those directed to him, still rang in his head. He hoped not everything was preserved, per se, and some things changed for the better.

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The tour organization had been extremely organized. Like clockwork, they met their Navajo guide, named Sani, amongst the other groups. Barely a minute after shaking hands and a bit of uplifting small talk, they were off. But the ride hadn't been a chore either.

Only a few minutes since they left the parking lot, their convoy of tour trucks turned off onto a sandy road, sending a curtain of dust through the air as their large, off-road wheels pushed them forward. The once pure-blue sky looked like a haze amid the cloud, which poured in through the open windows. It hardly bothered the servants, nor their very upbeat driver who was more than used to these conditions.

"You seem to have a lot of luck, folks! You didn't have anything to do with that couple cancelling their appointment, did you?"

"Sure hope not!" The SUV was filled with laughter soon after Billy's comment. Since the front seat was packed with large water containers and bottles, he sat in the second row with Geronimo. Arjuna and George rode at the very back, which bucked like a bronco with every sandy bump. The saint took every one in stride while Arjuna actually made it look regal in some way; That royal poise was stunning. Billy stuck his head out the window and held his Stetson. "Ah, is that the canyon ahead?"

"Upper Antelope Canyon, yes indeed! Good eyes you got there!" the driver yelled back to the archer. If only he knew.

Their driving guide wore a set of shades to cover his onyx eyes, and his skin was a hardy tan. He was younger than the other guides, far more upbeat, and his jeans and tan guide polo were far less worn than the others' clothing. Still, Geronimo could pick out a similar tired spirit with his abilities. True the caster was more akin to a spellcaster than proper magus, but this was simply the taught ways of his ancestors, and so gauging the spirit of kin came naturally.

Yet, it was Sani's optimistic attitude that Geronimo admired as the driver glanced back, yet again, to look at him specifically. Having been caught again, he only smiled, nodded, and continued his introduction. "We've got an hour in the canyon, so I'll try not to rush anyone through! It's going to be pretty crowded though! Who knew a lot of people liked looking at some red rocks, right?"

"They're only admiring what our ancestors have revered and protected," Geronimo commented, and earned a swift gaze from the man, yet again. His smile was contagious, and the caster couldn't help but smile back. "Sorry. This is your tour."

"Oh, don't apologize for that, sir! It's a nice change to have another Native American along for the tour!" he reassured, then glanced at the road ahead. "It's a nice day out, but the heat is deceptive! We don't want any accidents in the canyon, oh, but drinking too much water sort of accidents is better if you're going to have one!"

"I'm so glad I'm recording him," George noted, and Geronimo turned around for the first time. He spotted the white cell phone practically in his face. "Going to wave?"

"Hi, Chaldea." Geronimo waved, and Billy laughed beside him. The driver looked back again.

They hit another larger bump, and though the passengers were fine with it, Geronimo couldn't say the same about the man's personal truck. He turned back to look at the dashboard, which had been rattling the entire time. It looked like it was about to take the radio on its way down, but it held. Every rattle and bump only continued to question its integrity. This time, it was Sani who caught him staring.

He smiled sheepishly. "Ah, the dashboard worrying you? It's been worrying my family for years, but she still holds! Guess Ford does build 'em tough, huh?"

Geronimo blinked. "…Years?"

The driver nodded as the trucks further ahead began to line up in an orderly fashion. George had stopped recording so he could fiddle with his camera bag, just as Sani reached over to pat the dashboard. "This girl has been in the family for ten years! We've been putting the miles on her ever since we bought her second hand, but she pulls through for us every time, I tell ya! My father can't figure her out, but it sure saves us money! Quite a spirited gal!"

Geronimo nodded slowly in understanding, but hid his suspicion and curiosity. Without missing a beat, Sani switched both gears. "There are more tour groups coming, so don't think it'll be cozy once we're in there! Certainly won't have the place to ourselves, nope! But that's fine! The beauty of nature needs to be shared with everyone! It's a gift of wonder that keeps on giving, folks! I'm sure your friend tells you that a lot!"

"Yeah, he never shuts up about it!" Billy chimed in, and was instantly met with a quick elbow from the caster. After the young archer winced, the entire truck lit up with more laughter. He gave his close friend a joking warning glare, which he returned with a theatrical, seated bow of apology. Sani watched the act and chuckled, then masterfully pulled their SUV up behind one of the purpose-built tour trucks.

The driver unbuckled his seatbelt and nodded back to them, "Alright, folks, end of the line! Just a quick recap, stick close to me and please don't get lost! It's a one-way canyon, but I don't need you going home with a new adopted tour group! My boss doesn't seem to like that! We'll stick together, and I'll point out all the interesting shapes and trivia that fill these walls! Welcome to Antelope Canyon!"

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They'd seen a lot on their trip, yet every single day was a wonderful surprise. Yesterday morning, they'd strolled through a national park filled with tall, imposing red arches that defied gravity. The day before that, they'd hiked the Angels' Landing Trail in Zion National Park and stared out over the majestic valley view. They were just some of the many highlights, and yet this trip still managed to fill them with new wonder as their feet walked through the sand alongside many others,

Geronimo had seen much in his life, but being within Antelope Canyon was mesmerizing. The shape of the canyon walls was almost phantasmal in nature as its red and amber hues warped and twisted into various shaped. Bends, swirls, turns… it was impossible to describe as he stared up through occasional streams of falling sand. The light shined through the crack above to show a river of blue to mirror the sandy stream of tan at their feet.

"This is like an abstract painting…" George mumbled loudly among the conversing crowds as he took a quick picture. As the group ahead disappeared further into the small canyon, he snapped a few shots as Sani made sure no one wandered ahead just yet. It was amusing to be a part of a literal human wall of tourists beside George as many took pictures. The caster even had his phone out trying to document this properly…

…But he didn't understand how it was possible. George could likely manage as Chaldea's premier photographer, but he found it difficult. Billy was just snapping away, and Arjuna was calmly taking in the sights with a regal smile; Amusingly, some of the tourists were taking just as many photos of Arjuna, and their group too. He'd been stopped three times himself for a requested photo.

They were just small pauses in the smorgasbord of sensations. His ability to read the spirits of the land going wild here, and he was pleased they felt so happy. So content, satisfied, and wondrous. It was a feeling of ancient bliss that churned with the enthusiastic crowds around him, the visual magnificence, and the almost ethereal whisper of the wind as it swept through the air above them. It was almost too much, and the wolves within smiled in wonder ever since they stepped into its embrace.

"Alright, folks! Hurry up please! They're letting us pass!" Suddenly, they were a river of salmon again. Their group led the swift and careful charge down the next section of the narrow canyon. They slipped by families with smiling kids and other photographers as they entered yet another bend. Some guides were giving a history lesson, while one behind him made a few mentions to the reservation; Thankfully the sights around him were a potent distraction.

Once more, nature's painting was different, and there was plenty more to interpret. Sani pointed up with a grin. "You're in luck, George! The lighting is just right at this time of year! Look up! See that? See the heart?"

Sure enough, thanks to the sunlight, there was the perfect outline of a heart formed by the twisting canyon walls above.

"Oh beautiful…" he mumbled again, lost in his own world like Geronimo was in his own. Arjuna and Billy were looking between the two with amusement in their eyes. With their own phones out, the two soon scooted closer to the rider to join in his picture taking. Geronimo had instead put his phone away to simply relish and accept the overwhelming whispers the land was gracing him with. He found himself moving at the opposing wolves mutual beckoning, but no one stopped him.

Among the lands of North America, there were few that brought him to such a sense of sensation overload. This euphoria encompassed him, and with closed eyes, he felt as one with nature itself. Doing exactly what his elders had taught him, he relaxed his mind, and his arms subconsciously reached out to his side. He couldn't even feel the light grains of falling sand brush against his face over the overwhelming comfort of the canyon's spirits.

So lost was he in his bliss, he didn't realize how much time passed until Billy's voice whispered into his mind. "You enjoying yourself over there, Geronimo?"

Quietly, he opened his eyes as he found himself facing a wall of tourists with cameras. He'd found himself standing amid a patch of light, with the lit sand falling around him like a heavenly glow. Along with his heritage and his traditional coat… it was no wonder the crowd was snapping away like madmen. George paused his own bombardment to give him a thumbs up, before Sani and another guide quickly clapped with admiring smiles. "You're a natural, sir! Did you plan to be the star of the show?"

Though embarrassed, he smiled pleasantly, which only caused a chorus of new claps. "My apologies… I got caught up in this place."

"Many do, but not many look so perfect doing it," the other guide called out with a chuckle, then motioned to his group. "Let's go! We've still got half of a canyon and the way back! We wish to make your money worth it! Every cent well spent in the earth's majesty!"

As they passed, George, while chatting with another photographer wearing a black baseball cap, started to take pictures of another unusual angle; Both their postures twisted like the canyon. Arjuna and Billy, still trying to see what they saw, positioned their phones to try and copy their angle. As they got lost in their own little session, Sani had approached Geronimo when the other group's final members passed. Yet again, his stare lingered on him, and the caster caught it. The guide chuckled sheepishly, "Ah, sorry, sir… Don't mind me."

"You're almost too respectful to me. You don't call any of my friends sir," Geronimo smiled back. "Jerry is acceptable, you know?"

"Ah, yes si- Jerry." Geronimo chuckled at his slip, but couldn't knock away the inspired glint in his eye. It was the same one every other he's met held as they gazed to him. Was his presence really that potent to those of Native American ancestry? He silently wondered what the Arjuna and the other Indian Legends would cause when they returned to their homeland. "I can't help it. You've just got this… charisma? No, I don't think that's it. You feel like that well-respected popular kid everyone wants to be around in school. Someone you know won't lead you wrong."

"Oh. I see…" Geronimo had to blink at that comment. Just as he was a proud warrior with potent martial prowess, his legend revolved equally around his roving leadership in the several wars he been in. Whether against Mexico or the United States, tribal warriors from all around flocked to his banner. He did his upmost to keep them safe while fighting a guerrilla war, and they'd achieved much success until the inevitable surrender. Yet as much as the angrier wolf howled to continue, while the more sympathetic one cried in tragedy, their numbers had dwindled.

'I guess some of that inspiring presence is still with me.' It was hardly one of his more beneficial combat skills though. History did remember more for his berserker-like assaults. "I'm humbled by your kind words, but I'm nothing special, I assure you."

Sani only chuckled and dared to pat him on the shoulder. "You sure feel special to me, though! You and your friends! I feel like I got a blessing from my ancestors meeting you this day!"

Geronimo turned back to look at his companions, just as a slightly stronger breeze blew. Billy had taken a moment to take his Stetson off in one hand, and raised his water canteen to drink with the other. As he put it to his lips and sipped, a stream of sand flopped onto his face, but he managed to close his eyes in time; He took it in stride as Sani laughed. Arjuna lightly clapped while George swiveled his camera to see if he could snap a late picture.

Geronimo smiled. 'More than you know.'

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Sani shut the door to his SUV, but the other trucks were already driving off. Billy shut his door, then called out over the starting engine. "You got another group to coral after this one, Sani?"

"Nope, you folks were the last ones! Only a list of simple chores to finish before bed so my wife doesn't strangle me!"

Geronimo reached into his little satchel to pull out a pocket watch. He read the time: 15:12. "Early work release... Is this your only job?"

"I work at another restaurant at night, but I'm off for the day! Lucky me! If only the wife was off earlier too, but she's a busy bee! But I hope not as much when a few months pass by!"

"She's pregnant?" George asked curiously, and Sani nodded proudly. Billy started the round of applause for him. "Congratulations! When's she due?"

"Late spring! Only took the test last month, but I'm glad she passed on the first try! I always knew I'd pick a smart one!" he joked lightly. "I don't know if I'd make a good father, but I'm certainly going to pull all the stops!"

"Just don't go too hard. Two jobs is already rough," Billy advised kindly, even as the gears in Geronimo's head spun with growing curious concern.

"Ah, thanks for the kindness, but we're used to the workload. Rough living out here, but we try to be optimistic! We have jobs, which is more than most. Too much negativity these days! Poison for the soul, I say."

"More than most…?" Geronimo questioned lightly as Billy shot him a quick concerned glance.

As Sani started up the truck, he nodded slowly. "Didn't grow up on a reservation? I thought your parents would have told you, Jerry… Ah, I don't mean that badly! I'm just saying… well, it's well known and all that. There's a lot to be desired."

The SUV was growing uncomfortably quiet, and Billy squirmed in his seat. True to his instincts, he was looking for the quick escape for everyone. Geronimo knew well fleeing and negotiating heated minefields was his specialty, but it was Sani who broke the tension before it grew. "Ah, but your friends shouldn't worry about our troubles. You're here to enjoy yourself, right? I hope you did! We get a lot of guests, but not many get to see even upper Antelope Canyon!"

Quickly following up, Billy gave pursuit of the new conversation. "Oh yea? We just wanted to see a cool canyon! We didn't know the lower one is accessible. Do you guys do tours for that too?"

"We do, but they're special personal tours!" He smiled back, and Geronimo couldn't help but stare at his enthusiastic expression. Sani's spirit had reached for the distraction, and the mask was in place. It wasn't genuine excitement like before, but it was slowly rebuilding itself to that with their presence. Geronimo felt his kinder wolf whine in sympathy. "They're longer too! A few hours in the canyon, but no sunbeams. Sorry, George!"

Though the rider snapped his fingers in playful disappointment, Sani had yet to turn around. The genuine optimism and mirth had returned, and he even chuckled. That's when he gave the offer. "Hmm… We don't normally do this, but I'm off early anyway. Want me to try calling the manager to see if I can't get you folks down there? It's more stairs, but I thiiink you're fit. There shouldn't be any more groups for the evening either! All to ourselves!"

"…This won't get you in trouble or anything?" George asked as he and Arjuna glanced to each other in surprise, all while Geronimo stared at Sani curiously.

"Not at all! That's why I'm calling to see if I can schedule something! You've already paid the permit for the Navajo Nation, all that remains is the extra price, but I don't think you'll run out on me once we get back! Especially not George back there! He seems pretty saintly." Though he was confused why chuckles ran through the servants, he pulled out his phone and smiled. "A few coworkers offered it to groups they liked. This would be my first time, but you folks are a blast to be around! I'm not trying to pressure you… it's your vacation, after all! But would you like to see the lower canyon?"

Knowing their schedule was flexible for most of the evening, they all turned to George with small smiles. As expected, he glanced around at them all, then beamed. "…If no one else minds, I think I'd like a second round in nature's funhouse. Those walls are unbelievable!"

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So once more, they found themselves among the twisting walls of natural rocks. As stated, they had this section all to themselves, though the lighting wasn't as majestic. George hardly cared as his camera shutter was constantly flickering with his excitement. It was so contagious, even Arjuna was, yet again, joining in on finding angles. His expression was the hallmark of calmness by contrast.

The two were a little ahead of him, and Billy trailed from behind. Sani, who appeared far more comfortable around Geronimo and stared less, walked at his side and still pointed out unique formations. There was one shaped like a lion. Another silhouette on the wall painted an eagle. Yet another looked like two people trying to kiss. These walls never ceased to amaze, and the spirits that nestled within were just as vibrant.

It almost made Geronimo forget about what was accidentally talked about earlier, but he couldn't. It bothered him, and fanned at his heart's flames. Though often heralded as a calm pillar of wisdom in Chaldea, in truth, it was because he had to be very conscientious of keeping his mind and emotions under control. Long ago, he'd let his emotions rage and form into a decades-long vengeance after his wife and kids were slain. Even in his elder years, that discrimination, skepticism, and disgust stayed with him.

Those emotions were understandable, but that didn't mean he couldn't look back at himself in disappointment.

What would his first wife Ta-ayz-slath have thought of the once gentle man she knew? The gentle man he sought once more to be. Wizened by age and experience, he'd managed to become a heroic spirit, a legend of his people and other tribes. That came with the desire to act like it, but only to unleash his wrathful prowess on those who justly deserved it. He did so with Chaldea for humanity, but with a newfound grace that tempered once-controlling emotions.

That's why he was so concerned being among his lands and hearing about the conditions of the descendants, both from his tribe and their allies. He didn't want to feed that angry wolf again, even though he knew it wouldn't come to that; He was no avenger, thankfully. His rageful inner wolf was tempered, but it still growled at the thoughts of the continuing grave injustices that needed to be corrected.

"May I ask what tribe you're from, Jerry?" Sani's question was unexpected, broke his thoughts, and made him glad he was glancing to Billy already. He caught the younger archer's equally calm look… but they both hid their concern well. They were supposed to keep their identities completely secret by Chaldea, Vigil, and Mage's Association insistence. It didn't sit well with him to lie to comrades' descendants, but he had to keep doing so.

Yet he didn't completely. "My family was part of the Chiricahua."

"The Apache of the White Mountains. A very proud tribe," Sani nodded and smiled. "You're quite the Apache. You stand taller than any I've met on the reservation."

"Height wise or…?" Billy asked, likely in an attempt to help lighten the air for Geronimo.

Sani chuckled. "Both! Your friend Jerry is quite the person! I feel like he could fight a bear and win!"

"Or more like a phantasmal chimera bear the size of a truck," Billy voiced in his mind. Geronimo chuckled, making Sani smile in blissful ignorance.

"I hope your life hasn't been as troubled as ours." Geronimo supposed it was only inevitable it'd be talked about again. In the past, the inter-tribe warfare may have been as common as breathing, but these were more peaceful years. He wouldn't doubt they likely collaborated more due to the similar conditions he'd skimmed about. Though his heart was already beating with mounting frustration at how unfair the treatment remained, it was being held in check… for now.

"My ancestors smiled down upon me. I was very fortunate" he worded carefully, which drew Sina's small nod.

"I'm glad to hear it. Knowing a fellow tribeman is well off is enough reason to celebrate!" He smiled, but his words threw Geronimo completely off guard. Even so, he missed the caster's surprise as he pointed forward. "George! Arjay! If you look just above you, there should be one that looks like a crocodile!"

George looked up and smiled. "You really do know this place like the back of your hand!"

"I hope so! I've been working here for four years now!" Sani laughed back.

Geronimo couldn't stop his lips from voicing his curiosity. "You're Chiricahua too?"

"Half. My father was, but my mother was from the Hopi reservation. And I married a Navajo after I got a job as a tour guide... So I guess our child will get a little bit of everything, huh?" His enthusiasm was growing again, and it served to keep fueling the mixed emotions within. "We plan on raising him off the reservation, but we're definitely not going to abandon our loved ones or traditions! No way! We'll look after all of them, just like your family does too!"

It was a fair assumption, but one he was glad to hear about. Native American traditions were still proudly being passed down. Family bonds were one, which remained unbreakable. Loyalty to one's tribe also meant they would try to help anyone who was also in need. This, along with other ceremonies and their language, persevered through even the worst of times.

But his worry rested not with tradition, but the people. He was compelled and urged to ask. "How are your families fairing?"

"…It could be better. It could always be better." Their guide answered before Billy could even telepathically warn Geronimo what he knew he was getting himself into… but he wanted to know. He had to know if it was all sensation or the tragic reality from someone who lived it. "My folks and grandparents are still living together in that old shack. My brother and sisters are watching over them, but they're struggling to find a job. It's hard enough just getting the water refilled."

"And your wife's…?"

"They're nearby. Smaller shack, but at least they have electricity. Not as many siblings to worry about, but they took their cousin in when he was fired from the power plant. I've been trying to get him a job at the desk or restaurant but… Well, everyone is, y'know? Hopefully something opens up."

Then it's just as he read. Conditions were horrendous and difficult. Over a century after all this tragedy, and most still were only surviving at best. He couldn't help but feel anger, both at the Untied States government and… himself. If he'd fought harder, and strategized better… If he led them properly and gave them a stronger fight, even if he had fewer warrio-

No. He would not feed that wolf in such a terrible manner. He would not let it rattle the cage like it had before. His anger was justified, but the worst part was his hands were almost as tied as Sani and his families'... Like the others on the reservation. Sani sighed, but smiled sadly. "We hoped our new governor would do something for us, but he's just as corrupt as the last one… Maybe next election, or the US one."

"…Hold the horses. Conditions are that bad you'd actually put your hopes on the US president?" Billy asked incredulously. By now, the conversation had gotten so deep, it unfortunately got George and Arjuna's attention. They gazed back from the top of the next set of steel stairs, which led further into the deeper canyon. "After all the hundreds of treaties they broke? Why would you trust that government with anything?"

"I'm just an optimist, Billy. Beats complaining about my life… That's why the wife loves me," he chuckled lightly. "Flores is the only one who made offerings to us too. Promised she was going to try and help us… beats no mention at all from the other two. We're rooting for her, and maybe she'll actually do something. Funny, right…? Politicians and promises… But I sure hope she does. Someone needs to."

Politics never interested him, but avoiding articles online while planning the trip was like a dense minefield; Politics just seeped into everything, especially the comments section. Yet, he found this political race at least a bit curious. Last time he ever paid attention to it in his past life, there were never three major parties. Although newly risen to challenge the other two, the reborn Liberty Party was certainly making waves with its split stance.

The question remained, who helped them come to power in the past decade, and how trustable were they? Politics was muddy territory, and he had little doubt someone or multiple groups were pulling the strings unseen. He even had a feeling he knew who might be helping to do it, and though they were better than most, it made him worried about their future actions. Good intent or not, it was still manipulation of a system, no matter how corrupt it already was.

But who was he to step on any of the few hopes these people had? As he purposefully brought his breathing under control to slow his angry heart, Sani smiled and motioned apologetically. "…I'm sorry. I got ahead of myself again. We shouldn't be talking about this. Let's please forget the sad stuff."

Again, he was trying to steer sharply away for their sake, but this time George was the one to speak up. "It's not that easy to. I overheard some other guides mention it with their groups. Your conditions are poor, and you have a right to complain about it."

"I try not too though," Sani replied quietly with an ashamed expression. "Reminds me of what we have to deal with. Ruins your vacation too. That's why I try not to be like the others who keep hammering away with the guilt and pleas. You folks are all here to enjoy your time off, not worry about us…"

"To be fair, our friend here is never one to turn away from someone in need," Arjuna spoke calmly, and Geronimo saw Sani stare at him with hidden gratitude. The archer smiled lightly. "…My rival is the same way. There are many compassionate hearts in this world that are willing to help."

"The only deciding factor is if they're capable of doing so in a meaningful way," Geronimo voiced quietly. He'd finally brought his swelling anger under control in the best way he could. The angry wolf within could be starved, but the hunger pains would only rattle and carve at his soul. Thus, he did what his wise later years finally achieved that his younger self started: He focused his anger into purpose, but chose the path of assistance without violence.

He let the kinder wolf lead the other.

A war was not going to help his poor people and his allies, but there were other steps he could take. "On a related note… we've never discussed your tip, have we?"

Again, Sani raised his hands apologetically. "Oh, please don't think about that right now either! I appreciate it, but please wait for the end of the tour so you can decide what you wish to-!"

He didn't wait. Neither the compassionate wolf or the angry one within him would allow it. They agreed, and ran wild through his heart to pump his blood into action. His hand had already reached into his special Chaldean satchel, pictured the item he wished for, and grasped it in his hand. Billy was the first to chuckle at Sani's outright dumbfounded expression as Geronimo produced an entire stack of twenty-dollar bills; It was genuine currency.

"I'm not as expensive as some of our other friends. Souvenirs aren't my thing either, but I know you'll spend this better than I can." Sani was about to voice his complaint, but Geronimo was swift, yet calm, to cut him off. "No matter the tribe, it is our tradition to care for one another. From one Apache to another, please accept this. Use it as you wish to help those around you, and find a small bit of relief from your troubles."

He was still speechless, all while his friends mimicked the act. "Jerry, I-"

"He's not the only one." Sani turned to George, just as he produced an equally large handful of legal tender… followed shortly by Billy's own. George smiled radiantly, and the canyon practically lit up with his generous and saintly aura. "New camera gear is nothing compared to helping someone in need. That is truly the best thing many should grasp."

"Ehhh… I'm not one to really care much about money anymore either. Those days sure were fun, but they're behind me." Billy's stack was smaller by comparison, mainly because Nobunaga wanted one hell of a souvenir from her shooting rival. Still, his stack was a welcome gift.

"As Geronimo said, you're free to do what you wish from my own tip." Arjuna's offered money was far more than the others. Then again, the casino they visited in Vegas nearly kicked them out because Arjuna's fortune was off the charts; His blessing worked hilariously well. Those three stacks would be going to a good cause though, and it warmed Geronimo's heart they joined him in this without hesitation. "No question, he would have seen you were genuine too. I hope this provides you and others respite, no matter how long."

Sani looked numb as they held out their stacks for him. If his pride was too strong, he may still reject it, but between Geronimo offering and his conditions, there was only one answer. Moved, he sniffled lightly, and gently reached out to take Geronimo's stack first as if it was a dream. He stared at the money in his hands with a genuinely happy smile as he felt the cash with his thumbs.

"I… There's no taking no for an answer, huh? …You folks really are something. Generous, inspiring, good-natured… Carrying all this cash around too. I hope this wasn't taken illegally?" His smile was small but overwhelmed as he teased. "…You bandits rob the twelve o'clock from Yuma?"

"Take from the rich and give to the poor sort of deal?" Billy asked with an amused snicker. "Not at all, but we do know a Robin Hood who would do just that."

"More like many," George added with a small chuckle. "We assure you, it's very much legal, and you can use it better than we could on our little vacation."

Silent and stunned, he breathed quietly with a small smile. He glanced at all of them, then finally stared towards Geronimo again. With both wolves satisfied in his heart, he smiled back towards one who may be a distant relative. Even if they weren't, they were now more than family in a traditional sense. Sani smile was radiant as the others plopped their money onto George's, all while he finally asked. "…Who are you folks? I almost feel like you're a spirit of the land come to bless us."

Geronimo only glanced to his friends and smiled wider. "You're not too far off."

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With closed eyes, Geronimo stood silently and breathed. Every inch of his exposed skin radiated with the warm touch of a newly rising sun. Quietly, he focused on his rhythm, and committed his mind and soul to his morning routine of balance. It was his meditation and reset for the day, one which ensured he'd act calm, wise, and controlled unless the most provocative variables prodded within. With deep breaths, he communed with his inner voices as nature's spirits surrounded him with their own influence.

Though effective in Chaldea, back in his homeland, this balancing act was far more potent.

Quietly, as he settled his soul, his eyes opened as his senses returned to the outside world. Gone were the mesmerizing images of spirits and elements, replaced with one of the grandest sights he'd ever laid eyes on. With the sun now rising above the horizon, he could take it in for its entirety. Billy chuckled from only a scant few meters away. "Quite a ditch, huh?"

"Yes…" He smiled. "The most majestic ditch of this blessed land."

And he'd finally been able to see it with his own eyes. The clicks of George's camera nearby, coupled with Billy and Arjuna's own, were the only sound amongst the canyon's gentle winds. They stood by the very edge, barely a meter before the sheer cliff before them. The layered rocks around them glowed with the desert red, complimented by the golden clouds floating far above like angels. The gentle shade of trees rested further behind them, but on this rocky outcrop, he felt like he stood on an altar before a heavenly offering.

No doubt, pictures could only come close to conveying the majesty of the Grand Canyon.

"Only panoramas could work here…" George mumbled to himself in awe as he moved his camera and activated the shutter every few moments. "Lot of stitching ahead of me. I'm really happy that photographer told me about this spot."

"Not the only one," Billy agreed quietly as he stared over the ledge and chuckled. "Guess it's a bit too scary for most tourists... We got this view all to ourselves!"

"Your people really were blessed to be guardians of such a beautiful land," Arjuna complimented as he walked over. "India is beautiful, but something like this is majestic. Powerful."

"It deserves its place as one of the world's natural wonders," Geronimo agreed as he gazed out over the silent air.

It was their last stop before they had to drive back to Luke Air Force Base, but it was easily the best curtain call as the vast expanse glowed with morning glory. There, the Vigil would pick them up and transport them back to Chaldea alongside their new garrison. The idea of a small military force being present didn't sit well with Geronimo's soul, but he'd hold his reservations for the many who voted in favor. He'd still hold his doubts, if only because it was natural. But that would come later.

For now, he had a few final moments to enjoy. "I hope this trip has met all your expectations."

"It's far exceeded them, and I must thank you for inviting me," Arjuna smiled lightly. "But I must ask you the same. Are you leaving satisfied?"

Quietly, he glanced to Arjuna as he thought back to yesterday. They wound up spending dinner with Sani and his wife after their second tour. They even met her parents and cousin, among other friends. It quickly became a small party, but it was the kind of jovial sight Geronimo wished they'd relish more often. Thus, his mind had been decided.

They couldn't rush a trip to his tribe's reservation. That'd be both unfair to George and Arjuna, as well as to his descendants. But he would definitely return, and with Sani to help guide him through their smaller plot of land. He'd come back to help inspire and motivate his people, to tutor them to raise their voices in controlled anger for a new revolution… a new war fought carefully with words and calm action to grant them the quality of living they've long deserved as caretakers of this land.

Until then, his inner spirit was convinced much could be done. Upon their return, he'd have a talk with Da Vinci to see how he could properly donate much of his own Chaldean earnings; It was only wasted on his inactivity. It was a small step, but one he was more than willing to take. And now, by fate's hand, he had a contact he knew he could trust and continue to keep on the right path.

"…Fulfilling. It felt very fulfilling," he answered barely a moment later as he reached into his satchel again, and grasped his newest souvenir. He stared at the Polaroid photo, where Geronimo was surrounded by the family they'd helped only a dozen hours ago. He stood at the center with Sani and his wife, who wore some of the brightest smiles as they stood before the sunset-lit red rocks by Horseshoe bend. On the back, was the guide's phone number and e-mail address whenever they had internet access.

Geronimo smiled proudly, as both the wolves within howled with contentment.