Chapter 7 – Winds of Change
"Magestic." breathed Indiana as he arched his neck to see straight to the top of the Weeping Wall.
"How could you have possibly known the direction that the ice was going to slide? It was as if you aimed the avalanche at those rogues." David wondered in awe.
"It was just a stroke of good luck, Dr. Tyrell." Indiana nodded to Omisi.
Omisi smiled, which was something they had not yet witnessed until now. Rose cradled the knife and sheath, just recently pulled from a crevice marked with faint carvings on the watery rock wall.
"The beading is truly amazing." she attributed as she gazed at the intricate beaded bear design, "Your mother was very talented." Rose added as she passed the Muskwa knife and sheath to Omisi, who secured the priceless artifacts inside his tasseled leather coat.
"We should be moving on, Dr. Rutherford was to meet us with assistance at Peyto Lake at dusk, pending the success of our mission of course." Omisi said calmly as he motioned towards the gravel road.
"The knife and sheath will be relocated to a natural location on the Enoch Cree Nation, just west of Edmonton, where it will be cherished and shared with those all those on Mother Earth who value its true spirit."
The abrupt sound of hooves in unison stomping behind the four weary rescuers altered the triumphant tone but for an intense moment. As the riders rode in all directions, the all too familiar splash of poppy red confirmed that the R.C.M.P. must have found the ice covered mining gang and their two malevolent instigators.
"Anyone up for a ride?" Rose taunted toward the oncoming train winding around the corner heading in their direction.
The sight of several open box cars offered a risky but more appealing mode of transportation to Peyto Lake.
"Ladies first." David pointed palm up towards the tracks. Indiana adjusted his hat and verified his whip as the four began to run towards a suitable boarding spot.