Most of the mysteries that are going to come ahead are either revealed or hinted in this book two of the five. Harry is finding that his simple transition from city life to Indian chief is not so simple after all.
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The Paradise Series
This is book two of the five book series. Harry begins by thinking about the events of the first book and what brought him to this place. He knows he has a huge job ahead of him and although he has passed the first test in getting accepted by the council of the Indian tribe, he now realizes that he has much more to prove.
Chance and circumstance plays a big part in all our lives and it is no different with Harry. He gets lost trying to find his way home from Spirit Mountain and finds a widow in need of help. The help becomes mutual because she owns a key piece of property relative to the Indian lands.
Harry is also confronted by dangers that are a natural part of the wilderness and his ability to escape these dangers do even more to enhance his image before the tribe and his peers. Many clues are afforded him in his dreams and few answers are found outside of that realm. Harry gets help from more unexpected sources as time begins to put the pieces of his puzzling life together.
In this book as Harry pieces together his life, many of friends return to his side to help him in his quest. The newcomers will be key players in helping Harry solve the needs of a floundering Indian community.
It was this crack that led Harry to make his appearance from the underground area in record time. Since Harry was the only one who knew of the secret opening, he covered and concealed it to keep it hidden from others. He certainly didn’t want the mountain lion that roamed the area to make a den inside. It wouldn’t hurt his future performance any to know something that no one else knew, either. As far as the superstitious council was concerned, he could walk through walls.
When Harry first decided to get a dog, he met a nice young lady who introduced him to life with a pet by taking him to the park to play with her dog. She also took care of Rocky, Harry’s dog, during the hours he was forced to work late. Up until the time Harry left Seattle, they had a neighborly relationship, going to the dog park together and allowing their dogs to be companions while they either sat and talked or just enjoyed watching the dogs. Harry had promised to write the young lady after he was settled, but thus far had been much too busy to give it any thought. Little did he know that this girl would once again come into his life.
Some of the things that Harry enjoyed here were being free of work schedules and duty obligations. He had not found as much free time as he expected, but the kind of activities he had been exposed to were exciting and interesting. He truly enjoyed all of the people in the community and his favorite stop in town was the barbershop where he was always welcome and Rocky was king.
This life certainly was different from the heavy traffic and hustle bustle of the city, but the pleasure was all his. He felt at home and fit in better than a well-worn shoe. He was treated with a special respect, as most of those who knew him also had been forewarned of his coming. Actually, many had not been sure he was the one, until he had been there for some time and had proven himself during the trials, but certainly the medicine man knew from the start.
There was so much to do and as he sat back reflecting over the summer, with a sigh, he looked around and saw all of the metal and other trash he had cleaned up, but not yet hauled away. He looked at the various buildings built many, many years ago and they were still the way he found them. There just was not time to do anything, as it seemed his life wasn’t his own, yet he was perfectly content and happy. The sunset and the cool evening air began to flow down the mountain. He didn’t want to go inside, as he wanted to preserve the moment. Reflection was good and it brought him much contentment. It was not unusual for him to feel that someone or something was watching him and tonight was no exception. However, it did not make him feel ill at ease, as he simply felt close to this sacred earth and the very important piece of Indian heritage that he called home. This place he had purchased from the government for little or nothing had been sacred Indian ground long before the miners came in and displaced the Indians with power and threats.
There were so many more things he wanted to remember, as his mind was full of many memories. He was a million miles from his old job and way of life in the city. Most importantly, he felt at home and had no plans for tomorrow or worry of any kind. His adopted parents had left him well off and he had saved quite a bit of money from his years of work. He was still young, and had not yet reached thirty. Fortunately he did not have to worry about how to make a living. He was pretty certain that there was still considerable gold in the mines, as Rain Bird had showed him three tin cups of almost pure gold and if that were true, he could always do a little mining to provide for his needs.
The stars were now lighting the night. He walked over to the precious well, pulled a tall drink of water with the special foot valve pipe that went deep into the ground and took a long drink of the best tasting water that he had ever had. Without turning on a light, he went into the old, large bunkhouse, readied himself for bed, and fell into a deep sleep as Rocky positioned himself in the doorway.