Only, this…
This was going to be much trickier, and it was a big ask—she knew it.
Oh, well, here went everything.
“I want him buried at the grounds with our family. I want him put in next to Naomi and Granddad.”
That hung there.
It took Callen a few seconds to regroup from that request because he’d not expected it.
That’s how wild it was. His wife wanted a non-Native person buried in the grounds?
What?
The?
Heck?
“Elizabeth!” he finally said. “You want me to ask the chief if we can plant a white man in the Sacred Burial Grounds where Timothy, the Shaman is? Is that what you’re asking? That can’t be what you’re asking.”
Yes, yes, that was exactly what she was requesting from her Native husband, the liaison to the Native community.
“Callen, he has no other family. I want him planted, as you called it, with us. He’s ours. He’s like a child to me. They all are. I don’t care what you have to do. Where were we going?” she asked.
He knew this was going to be problematic.
“Angel, we are all getting cremated.All of us. It’s going to be one big orgy in an urn. Remember? Then, we’re being put there, but that’s a bit different. I’m full Native. Ethan is half, and he’s the current Shaman. You’re married to us. Our kids carry Native blood. The ones who don’t carry the Blackhawk name.”
Well, yeah, she was aware, but still…
She wasn’t done.
“Yes, but there are ways to make this happen, are there not?” she asked.
He sighed.
Oh, this was going to be one hell of a tap dance for Chief RunningWolf. He might just owe him his kidneys, his jet, and his kids by the end of this.
Because the man wasNOTa fan of the Blackhawks, thanks to Wyler and his ways. Oh, he tolerated them because they saved his life, but…
That only went so far when it came to favors. This was beyond favor.
This was a‘Jesus turning water to wine’kind of a miracle.
The Marines beside her were waiting and holding their breaths as they knew what Elizabeth was asking for their friend. It would mean everything to Jet to be with them.
Callen said nothing, and she knew why. This was a logistical nightmare for him.
Then, he acquiesced.
“I’ll do it,” he finally said. “I’ll offer the chief something they need there and use money to get him that space. We might have to cremate him. Did he have a problem with that?” Callen asked.
Johnny shook his head.
“He didn’t.”
Well, Callen might be able to pull this off. Worst-case scenario, they might have to get tricky.
