Yes, he was going to make Elizabeth Blackhawk suffer like no one ever had. The champion of the people would fall, and a new idol would rise.
HIM.
For his father.
And for men everywhere.
His rein was about to begin.
* * * The Blackhawks * * *
The Morgue
Post Notify
Afternoon
Word had gotten out, and not without them trying to avoid it. Unfortunately, someone had been watching them leave Lance RunningWolf’s home.
Oh, and Ethan knew it had likely been some Native who saw the big, blacked-out Navigator coming and going on the reservation.
The woods had eyes, and Natives were either fond of them or disliked them.
Well, this time, it was the latter, because they ratted them out to the council.
What was left of it.
Like with this asshole who was raising hell and had bought information from the rez, there were also Native spies more than willing to take them down.
And it happened.
The call came in from the other two heads of the tribal council.
Right.
To.
Callen.
So, they had no choice but to handle it, since this was their crazy, and this was their rodeo.
Now, the two men were on their way there, and they wanted answers to questions that they absolutely weren’t able to give them.
This case…
Saying shit would put Elizabeth in danger. She was out there, and they still didn’t know who had been helping the man. Because someone shared the information about Rayna, and someone had made sure that he knew where she lived.
And how to get out of there.
They had a betrayer in the mix, and for now, they were stuck playing along.
There was no doubt this wouldn’t end well for them. The day of reckoning was coming for the Blackhawk tribe.
Both Callen and Ethan could feel it to their bones.
“Well, it was a good run,” Callen stated, as they waited for Abe Crowfeather and Thomas White Deer to arrive.
Ethan was quiet.
