look at the posse we have gathered here tonight.” Frankie grinned, showing huge smoke-stained teeth in his leathery face. “You had to bring your girlfriend and boyfriends with you, huh, Jackie boy? I shoulda known a white punk like you wouldn’t have the guts to meet me here on your own.”
Achak and his buddies stepped a pace toward Frankie, leaving Anna and Jack standing a few steps behind.
“Relax, I’m on your side.” Frankie grinned at Achak, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
“How’s that, Frankie?” Achak asked evenly.
“Well, first, the obvious reason; I can’t believe you’re actually defending this white trash against me, one of your own. Second, because this piece of scum laced the stuff I was selling for medicinal reasons with fentanyl. I found out after one old Navajo dude almost died of a heart attack after smoking his pipe. Turns out his doctor tested the stuff good ole Jackie here sold me. I’m not sure what kind of stunt this dog is trying to pull, but I’d say he’s trying to get our people addicted to this junk. I not only want my money back, I want him to pay for what he’s done to our people.”
“Hey, I didn’t know, I was just the middle man,” Jack said weakly, not bothering to step forward.
“Shut up, stupid,” Achak said, not moving from his stance blocking Anna and Jack from Frankie.
Frankie crossed his arms and scowled. “C’mon, Achak, you aren’t actually going to stand in my way now, are you? This guy not only owes me clean drugs, he owes me a refund. I just came to make him pay.”
Achak stepped forward directly in front of Frankie, nose to nose with him, his friends a few inches behind.
“That’s not gonna happen tonight,” Achak answered tightly.
Anna saw Frankie’s huge hand ball up in a fist of rage, but just as he was about to take a swing, his eyes grew large and his arm stopped in mid-air. At the same moment, she heard rustling behind her and turned to see Jack disappearing beyond the oak tree into the black shadows of the thick forest.
Achak didn’t see Jack fleeing and used Frankie’s pause to hurl his fist into the older native’s face in self-defense. His two friends stood on guard, ready to back him up if needed.
Frankie fell backward, stunned, onto the ground. As he was struggling to his feet, the older native reached his hand into his leather jacket and pulled out a jagged hunting knife. But Achak was younger and quicker. As soon as he saw the glint of the blade, he lunged like a panther, delivering a solid kick to Frankie’s stomach, causing him to drop the knife, which flew through the air and landed a few yards away. Frankie doubled over, grunting in pain, holding his ribs.
Achak grabbed Anna’s hand and yanked her behind him, and the four of them ran toward their car in the distance, realizing Frankie was probably calling for back up.
“You’re gonna pay for this!” Frankie yelled after them, spitting blood as he slowly stood, clutching his side, and hobbled back toward the old Pontiac.
It was the last time Anna saw Jack and the last time she ever wanted to.
“I TOLD you I forbade you to see him!” Paco Becenti’s voice boomed this time, filling the entire house. Anna thought she saw the overhead lighting fixture in the living room shake, just like her legs were doing.
“And you, what were you thinking?” Her father turned next to Achak, who stood by her side.
“I’m very sorry, sir,” Achak said meekly.
He could blame me if he wanted to, Anna thought, proud for a moment of her good friend. I asked him to do it. He didn’t know what he was getting into. But I knew. Anna realized just then that deep down in a tiny part of her gut, she had felt like Jack wasn’t the good guy she had originally believed him to be. But she had foolishly ignored her instincts.
“You both have no idea how much trouble you’re in now, do you?” Paco’s icy anger thawed, melting into sadness.
The two teens stole a sideways glance at each other, and then they looked down, shaking their heads.
“Some members of the Council did some digging into Jack Foreman and his family. It turns out his father works for a pharmaceutical manufacturer. Jack used some Fentanyl that he stole from a shipment at the plant to mix into the marijuana he bought from his dealer in Sedona. The whole time he’s been out here in Arizona, he’s been mixing and selling bags of drugs to anybody that will buy them but mostly to various people on the reservation, including to young kids.”
Paco motioned his daughter and adopted son to come over to the dining room table in the adjoining room, where a manila folder lay. He opened it and laid out four photos of Native Americans, two older, two younger. “Besides the old man who had a heart attack, there was an elderly lady who had a partial stroke after using the marijuana for pain, one twelve-year-old who wound up in jail after hallucinating and torturing and killing someone’s pet dog, and one eleven-year-old who is now in a coma.”
Anna bit her lip, holding back tears for these innocent victims among her own people. Achak stood, showing no external emotion, but Anna knew if she looked into his eyes, she would see her grief mirrored there.
Paco gathered the photos and put them back into the folder and closed it. He turned and crossed his arms, letting the full impact of what he had shared sink in for several moments. Then he spoke in a firm, even voice, although Anna could tell he was having difficulty holding his emotions in check with what he was about to say.
“Jack is on the run from his family and the law right now, and the FBI has joined our police to hunt him down; when they catch him, he will be at the mercy of the court.
“The Navajo Nation Council expressed that both of you should also be brought to trial,” Paco said, his eyelids drooping a minute fraction with weariness, and suddenly Anna could see the pain she had caused her father. She wanted to wail, throw her arms around him, and beg his forgiveness like she had when she was a little girl, but she knew it would look undignified and disgraceful. It would only make the situation worse for both of them.
As if he could no longer look at her, Paco turned to Achak. “You, son, for assault against one of your brothers.” Achak nodded in acceptance. Then he turned to Anna with a blank stare, as if he could no longer see her. “And you, daughter, for drug and alcohol possession. And both of you for aiding and abetting a known criminal who may be wanted for murder should one of these victims die,” he added. “Because of my standing in the Navajo Nation as a medicine man, I was able to ask that, instead of you both being brought to trial and bringing shame to your mother and me, you be allowed instead to leave the reservation, never to return.”
“We’re being…shunned?” Anna’s words came out choked with disbelief.
The proud, noble elder silently nodded as he uncrossed his arms then turned his back to them and walked from the room.
“I’d rather go to trial, Papa,” she cried after him, but she knew it was too late. Once her father made a decision, it was final.
Anna crumpled to the bear rug at her feet, sobbing, and Achak bent down on one knee to try in vain to comfort her.
CHAPTER 4
ELIZA CAME HOME from her waitress job sweaty and exhausted that night to their cramped first floor tenement building just outside downtown Phoenix.
Randy’s Tex-Mex Diner had been crowded all day, offering air-conditioned refuge from the hundred-degree heat that plagued Phoenix for several days that October. Many customers had lingered for hours over a cup of coffee or soda, not even leaving her a tip.
She quietly unlocked the apartment door and stood a minute until her eyes adjusted from the hallway lights to their dimly lit living room.
Alex lay sprawled, shirtless and sleeping, on the couch, his brown skin glistening with perspiration, wearing only a pair of jogging shorts. Eliza noticed two empty beer bottles and a McDonald’s burger carton