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Journeywoman and Connections
Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: Createspace.com
ISBN-10: 1478360658
Type: Fiction
Pages: 236
Copyright: August 22, 2012
ISBN-13: 9781478360650
Pontiac Parker is a bit of an eccentric. He is also extremely dedicated to his cultural and spiritual heritage. He shows this dedication by performing various kinds of daily rituals, one of them being his habitual routine of "far eating" at every meal.
Pontiac's extraordinary fixation with the number seven may seem peculiar to the insensible onlooker. Not to him though. To him, it's as natural as any one of his other beliefs. He doesn't know how or when his complex seven obsessions started, but, as the story unfolds, he will slowly and surely find out. And when he does, it will blow him away.
On his wedding day a note with a feather attached to it and a series of numbers written on it is left taped to his front porch, clues for him and his new bride to decipher. These are soon followed by more clues, more notes, and more elusive numbers to figure out. What does it all mean? Neither he nor his new bride knows what to make of it all. They soon discover that they cannot ignore the notes and the clues because the fate of many lives will ultimately hang in the balance. But, in order for him to save these people's lives and also the lives of many generations to come, he must first face the most debilitating and dangerous challenge he has ever encountered. And it is a challenge that shakes the very core of his Native American belief system.
The risks are great and the rewards are many, but for whom? And in the end, what underlying force will ultimately prevail - altruism or greed?
Newlyweds Maggie Parker and her Native American husband, Pontiac, are in shock on their wedding day because a mysterious stranger has left them some bizarre notes and clues taped to their front porch. But what do the clues mean?
Maggie and Pontiac soon learn that they cannot ignore the notes or the clues, or the lives of many people will be in danger. Join the newlyweds as they discover the truth about the stranger and what his true motives really are.
Excerpt
CHAPTER 1
July 6, 2008
In the scheme of things, what did it really matter? She had gotten used to seeing all the stains on the front of his shirts and quite frankly, after a while, didn’t even notice them anymore. But still it irked her, just a little, that each and every time he sat down to eat his meals the first thing he did was push his plate into the center of the table. She became accustomed to seeing food fall from his spoon or fork and either roll, or dribble, first onto the table and then down the front of him as it made its way from his plate to his mouth. Lord knows it wasn’t an easy chore for him to keep his eating utensils steady enough to trek that exaggerated distance. She was actually surprised more things didn’t fall in route as they traveled through his man-made food divide. Maggie nicknamed him “the far eater” and she realized she had better gotten used to this peculiarity of his because he told her flat out he wasn’t going to change it. Since they were to be married the next day, she knew all too well she had a lifetime of his far eating to look forward to. “A small price to pay,” she thought. “So I have to clean his shirts more. So what? Or maybe he could wash his own shirts. Yeah! He could wash his own shirts,” she reasoned over and over again in her head, especially when she felt frustrated with his curious eating habits. After thinking about it a bit, she always came up with the same conclusion, far eating or not, Pontiac Parker was the most delightful man she had ever known, and she was more than grateful for his undying love for her.
This far eating ritual was one of many Native American customs he habitually practiced on a daily basis. He had told her so right off the bat, on the first day they met. Perhaps his intent on telling her was more of a warning than a fact, just to let her know what she was getting into. Maggie suspected this was why he was still, at the age of sixty three, unmarried. Oh, he had come close many times, as close as the altar, even, but there were few women who understood his eccentric rituals in the way Maggie did.
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