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Chapter 1 of the book Texas Dream Catcher
Soni meets a stranger.
"Chapter Uno, part Uno." by barbara.wilkey

Soni Adler owns the Rockin' A ranch. I35 goes through it. Drug & human traffickers use I35 for transportation to other parts of the US. Jacob Blackwood is an ICE agent. Can these two find love?

"Alex, Big Grizzly's on my right," Sonsee-array 'Soni' Adler spoke on the helicopter's radio. "I should be home in about thirty-five minutes." She glanced down. "Wait! I see something on the ground that looks like body. I'm landing."

"Grab the rifle. I'll meet you," said Alex Garza, her ranch foreman.

"No, when I lift off, I'll let you know." Cutting the radio, Soni Adler piloted the helicopter down. Toting the rifle, a bottle of water, and a first aid kit, she made her way through the thorny, waist-high brush. Lord, we need rain bad. Under Big Grizzly, a flat rock mesa, and over a twenty feet drop, Soni found a man lying still amid a knife-sharp yucca. Avoiding the needles herself, she checked for a pulse.

"You're alive, but you've lost a lot of blood. Who are you?" Soni patted him down for weapons, found and secured a hand gun and knife, and then checked his wounds. "From the looks of it, you need a doctor and about a gallon of blood."

"No doctor," the man whispered.

"So you're conscious. Bet you could use some water." Soni screwed off the lid, held the water bottle, and lifted the man's head.

He nodded. "Thank you."

"You can't stay here. Either the coyotes or the mountain lions'll get you." Soni opened the first aid kit. "I'll clean your wounds and bandage them the best I can." She removed a knife from her sheath and cut open his shirt. As she did, she noticed a bullet scar. "Looks like you've been dancing with a yucca before. This antiseptic's going to hurt, some."

The stranger remained silent and his eyes closed. As Soni cleaned his wounds, he grunted.

"That's all I can do." Soni stood and scanned the area. "I can't leave you here. I'll go back to the copter and get a blanket. I'll have to drag you. You're too heavy to carry."

"I can walk, just help me up."

"You sure? Can you at least tell me your name?" Soni put her arm under his armpit and lifted up.

"Damn, that hurts. Jim, call me Jim."

"Jim, it is. You might've broken something falling off that mesa."

"I've fallen off higher places than that." Jim searched the ground. "Did you see a small notepad? I need that."

"Can you stand on your own? It's on that pile of rocks." Soni pointed.

"I'll be fine." Jim watched Soni pick up the notebook. He cringed in pain as he reached out his hand, and then stuffed it in his jean's pocket. "Thank you."

"I doubt you're gonna make it all the way to the helicopter."

"The way I see it, I don't have a choice. Either go with you or let a turkey vulture pick my bones clean." Jim attempted a grin.

"I can call for help."

"No sense bothering anybody."

"If you say so." Soni put his left arm across her shoulders and her right arm around his back. Jim's entire six foot plus frame rested on Soni's shoulders. He must weigh over two hundred pounds.

They inched their way to the helicopter. Often, Jim paused, drank more water, and took deep breaths.

The walk seemed to take forever in the hot sun, but finally Soni propped Jim against the helicopter's opening. "I'll lift your left leg in." After a few tries, she stopped and wiped sweat from her forehead. "I know it hurts. But we gotta get you inside. Ready, let's try again." This time was successful. "Now, for the rest of you."

Soni crawled in and helped Jim put his left arm over the back of the seat. "Maybe if you pull here, and I push from outside, we can get you in the seat." Soni got out and jogged to the passenger side. "I hope this works the first time. It's going to hurt real bad."

Jim released a deep breath. "I'm ready." He grunted in pain, but made it in the seat on the first try.

Soni climbed into her seat and reached for the radio.

"No! I don't want you to call for help and no doctors. I'll be fine."

"I told my foreman I'd call when I was in the air."

"Somebody knows you stopped?"

"Yes. When I saw you, I was letting them know I was on my way home from Laredo."

"Where we going?"

"My ranch, the Rockin' A."

Jim closed his eyes.

"Alex, you there?" After a few moments, Soni continued, "I'm gonna need Grandfather's help. Ask him to bring his medicine bag. This man went dancing with a couple of Spanish Daggers. I'm in the air."

"We'll be waiting. I'll send a couple ranch hands to the reservation."

The rest of the flight was silent. Once in a while, Soni glanced at Jim and noticed his mouth flinch with pain.

After Soni landed, Alex met her and she petted her two dogs, Goliath and then Mack. Three ranch hands carried Jim into the house and lay him on a bed in a spare bedroom.

Soni handed Alex the Glock .40 cal and the Bowie knife. "I found these on him."

"Oh, Dios mio! He's up to no good. What's his name?" Alex raised and lowered the hand holding the knife.

"He said to call him Jim."

"This knife's a Marine force night stalker. It has perfect balance. He planned to do damage with this. He's trespassing on your land. How did he get there? Did you see a truck?"

"No. I didn't think about that. Is Grandfather here yet?" Soni scratched Goliath behind the ears. As Mack nuzzled closer, she rubbed his ears.

Alex shook his head. "I'll send two guys to search for it. Maybe you should've left him there. At least the coyotes would've had a good meal and left our cattle alone."

"Alejandro Garza, que no hay forma de hablar de otro ser humano." Tatiana Garza came from the kitchen and faced her husband with her hands on her hips.

"You're right. It's no way to talk about another person, but he was carrying both of these. He's up to no good."

"Tatiana, Alex is right. I think he's up to no good. He was worried about a notebook he dropped. I didn't get a look at it." When Soni heard the front door shut, she turned and smiled. "Grandfather."

"My child, I'd visit you without your bringing home a stray human." Kuruk hugged his granddaughter.

"Shaman, it's good to see you again." Alex offered his hand.

"At least he's not a stray animal." Kuruk still held Alex's hand. He let go and kissed Tatiana on the cheek. "Nice to see you again."

Alex held up the weapons. "Soni found these on him."

Kuruk glanced toward his granddaughter. "Take me to him."


The book continues with Chapter Uno, part Dos.. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

Author Notes
Thank you for the photo of a Spanish Dagger yucca. This one is just getting ready to bloom. I hope you can see how sharp the leaves are. I have two in front of my house and my poor husband has been attacked on several occasions. I thought about taking a photo of them, but every time he gets stabbed, he cuts off some of the leaves. LOL
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