The Ties That Bind

Author's Note: I want to say a special "Aho" to Melanie-otherwise known as "Wind in His Braids" or "Lover of the Bald-Mute Wearing Suspenders"-for all her help in the creation and writing of this story. May all of your wildest TYR dreams come true!

"Whoa!" Buck pulled back on the reigns and slowed his horse to a walk. It was only mid-morning, and already the sun was glaring down on the earth with a harsh eye. The mare tossed her head in weary agitation, trying to shake off the heat, but she soon settled down into complacency.

Buck reached out and stroked her neck affectionately. Somehow, she knew, as he did, that it was useless to fight against the powers of nature-no matter how uncomfortable the circumstances became.

"You need some water, girl?" he asked aloud. She snorted. "Yeah, I thought so." He smiled to himself, amazed at how delighted he was to be making conversation with a horse. Though, compared to the company he'd kept the night before, the brown mare was a welcome relief. At least she didn't stare at him-pleading for help. Or worse-torture him with looks of devastation and disbelief.

Almost against his will, the shadowed canyon materialized in his imagination. Suddenly, he felt Hickock's bitter gaze rip through him once more; his soul calling out to Buck as if from between clenched teeth. Where were you? Jimmy demanded. Why didn't you help us?

Buck considered the endless eyes of his ancestors. So many of them-crying out for his assistance. So many others-turning away in disgust. Even Ike didn't have total faith in him.

He broke out into a cold sweat as his heart lurched forward. How was he supposed to help Teaspoon when even the spirits didn't trust him? What kind of tortured quest was this? And why was he the one called on such a hopeless journey?

As the questions tumbled through his head, Buck began to feel the nausea boil up in his stomach. He knew he had to get back to Rock Creek. He needed to see Teaspoon-to learn if he was dead or alive.

But a stronger emotion pulled him away from his intended destination. He had to visit Rattlesnake Canyon first. The spirits, however reluctantly, had called him there in his dream. Perhaps he could glean a better understanding of his role if he stood in the place of his vision. Besides, the horse needed watering and the canyon was relatively close by. If he didn't gain any more knowledge, at least he had the comfort of knowing the trip wouldn't be a total waste.

He kicked the mare into a gallop. "Come on, girl."

Suddenly, an eagle's cry pierced through the skies. Buck sought in vain for the illusive bird. Yet, though he could not trace it with his eyes, Buck knew its call.

"Guide me. . ." he whispered.