More About The ‘Rising Wind Series’
The Rising Wind Book Series is a fictional mystery series with a blend of an action-packed cross-genre thrill ride!
If you enjoy reading elements of Native American flare, world religion, history, and extinct beasts, this series is for you!
These exciting mystery stories take place in multi-cultural places around the world within books one through five. The series has been awarded 5-Star Editorial Book Reviews by Book Influencers Reader’s Favorite and have won several book awards thus far, like Book Excellence Award, Christian Illumination Award, and several more.
If you are a reader or movie buff and a fan of the “Indiana Jones Saga,” and a fan of mystery action, and adventure?
Then you will love reading all the books of this thrilling gripping series of “Rising Wind” including Book Two “ICE and BONE”…
Rising Wind: Ice and Bone
FAMILY
Although Gideon’s heart longs for Secora, she has chosen a Kallawaya healer named Diego, and they plan to marry. But fate trashed their plans when they were attacked by the agents who were stalking Secora. Diego sacrificed his life to save his family and friends. Now, all were stricken with loss.
Though stunned, Secora and Gideon searched for a path to find and help Wakinyan Tanka who had been captured in the nets of a greedy entrepreneur who was the source of the attacks. The two were able to tend to wounds caused by a gunshot and an arrow and cut her free from the nets. In return, the winged terror helped them to end the horrific schemes that had entrapped them all.
Now…
She drove her old Dodge across McDonald Creek. Secora remembered Suzie and Ken’s offer. They’d said she could find refuge at their Buckeye Dude Ranch and had even hinted that their resort might be a lovely place for a getaway or a honeymoon with Gideon. She had laughed to herself. For her, getting away from anything or anyone was as unlikely as a marriage.
When she pulled into the parking lot, Secora found that it was packed with people and cars. Her sister, Iris, who was getting married today, came over to greet her all dolled up in a beautiful burgundy dress featuring embroidered flowers, and her flaxen hair was accented with purple and green ribbons.
Others pressed forward to greet Secora. She couldn’t believe her eyes; Jimmy Lizardeye was wearing a tux! She had to snap a picture. Guests and family began to move through the doors as the appointed time drew near. Secora took a place across from Iris and Gideon’s sister, Jane, who stood next to their husbands’-to-be.
Gideon Yellow Thunder silently came to stand beside her, looking smooth and eye-catching, also in a tux. He pinned an orchid in Secora’s tawny tresses. “A suit guy is making money off you and Jimmy,” she whispered. Gideon’s Cherished office staff, Jeannie and Mitch, waved from the right side of the circle, catching Secora’s eye. Her parents, Sage and L.W. led a party from Bolivia, which included Alai and Guillermo Santiago, parents of her deceased fiance, Diego. Sage pecked Secora’s cheek on the way.
Her heart instantly ached to be with the Santiagos. Suddenly she was crippled by thoughts of her foster child, and wished they had brought Monta, the little girl who had been reclaimed by her birth father after he had escaped slavery in the Peruvian emerald mine. Maybe they could visit later, after they had time to heal. She wiped away the tears. Everything became quiet when her Graduate Assistant, Tarkio, and his family Anida and Frederick stepped into the center of the room with a mike.
“Friends, this is a magical day, and if our wichasha wakan, Jimmy, would be kind enough to bring forward the brides and their grooms, we will begin the very simple Baha’i ceremonies for each couple, and then our favorite Lakota holy man, will raise a voice and chant a marriage prayer.”
Jimmy ushered Gideon and Jane’s mother, grandmother, and Kyah to the center. Jane brought Aparu forward to share their vows in front of her family. Next, Iris brought Kantun and a translator, just in case. The men couldn’t take their eyes off their brides; the same was true for the girls. Gideon offered Secora his arm and said, “Shall we?” They were the last of the three couples to repeat the phrase, “We will all, verily, abide by the Will of God” in their own ceremony.
Kyah started beating a Plains Indian drum, Guillermo played an Andean water flute, and Jimmy began to dance and offer his prayer for the new families. When he finished, people began to mingle.
A friend, Mr. Hasan smiled and said, “Hope everything is to your liking?” Secora answered, “Quite so, thank you.” Gideon said, “Some questions are better not asked. But I feel glad to be alive, and I suspect I owe you thanks for that.” He grinned and shook Mr. Hasan’s hand. “You’re welcome.” The tall man smiled. “Please visit Mr. Landsing or me up at our resort any time. You and your expansive family are always welcome guests. “In fact,” a South American contingent will be staying a night or two with us.” Secora giggled. “We’ll be sure to stop by.”
Mr. Landsing interjected, “And please, check out the gift table.” Gideon repeated, “Gift table? No gifts were expected.” Both men pointed to a table in a back corner. The four of them wandered over, and Secora saw copious presents for the Guero couples, but there were also a few for her and Gideon. There was a very long package in black and silver foil wrapping, with red, white, and green bows. The label read Secora and Gideon Yellow Thunder.
Tarkio and Jimmy had followed them and urged Secora to open it. So, she did. Inside was a long wood and glass case, complete with a velvet-shrouded skeleton in deep repose. He was surrounded, Secora noticed, by Middle Stone Age artifacts. Secora glanced around. If this had been any other family, there probably would have been screams and people fainting all over the place, and for a variety of reasons.
But this family was different. Very different. Many were healers and sensitives, from the Gueros to Alai, the last of her tribe, Kallawayas and Lakota healers, and precious representatives of the Faiths of Jesus Christ, Mohammad, and Baha’u’llah. As such, fifty people came by to pay their respects to the departed man lying in state – and offered prayers for this ancient traveler who happened to die while visiting, or moving to, North America.
William Landsing announced, “Arrangements will be made immediately to return this honored one to his tomb with his mammoth companion on property now owned by Gideon and his wife.” Landsing grinned under his new cookie-duster mustache. Secora noticed his hands were missing a few fingers from frostbite, but that didn’t seem to slow him down.
She whispered, “Thank you, Billy.” (For much of her life, she knew him as Billy the mammoth hunter, who had actually found the skeleton and saved it from destruction.) “Uh… that would be William. No, Billie or Jake—in case someone still has it in for one of them.” He winked.
“It appears Billy overcame the man who tried to kill him by knocking him out with his shovel, by the grace of God. He had already loaded the duffel, which held his camera and the notes he’d taken, as well as the gentleman preserved in this case because this discovery was not meant to be erased from prehistory by Professor Donald Chastain or others like him.
Then, Billy left for Montana. “By the way, you may wish to check this other package, with the aforementioned photos and notes with dating samples, when you get home.” He pointed to a medium-sized square package wrapped similarly. “The rest of the gift.”
Secora’s turn to wink. “I will. “You know, nobody seems to have heard from Billy since his hospital stay.” Lansing mused, “I think that’s the way he would like it.” Especially when the brouhaha about this burial comes to light.”
Secora rolled her eyes. “I understand, my friend.” Then she rejoined Gideon, who had wandered off during the conversation. He was laughing with Aparu and Kantun. Guillermo and Alai were becoming acquainted with these young Peruvian men. Iris and Jane, true to their commitment, never left their husbands’ sides.
,Alai, who had given Monta to Secora before they found out her father was alive, said, “I have something for you from someone very special.” She handed her one of the colorful toys Secora had purchased in Puno. “Monta wanted to give you a present.” Secora accepted it with glistening eyes. “Gideon, this is the happiest day ever.”
He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “We’ll have other happy days, but this one will always be special.” He kissed her cheek just as Kyah flashed a picture.
That was a cue. The three brides rushed over to L.W., each grabbing a bouquet, which they hadn’t needed for the ceremony—but they needed them now. Giggling, they lined up, side-by-side, and with sweeping gestures, they hurled them backward—at Jimmy. He was startled and caught two of them in self-defense.
Cameras flashed again, catching the shock on the holy man’s face, and when he noticed every eye was on him, he hurriedly escaped to the men’s room with a slight smile on his lips. Hetchetu alo’ (meaning as it shall be). . .
If you’re a reader or a movie enthusiast who loves the “Indiana Jones” saga and enjoys mystery, action, and adventure, you’ll love reading ALL the books in this thrilling and gripping “Rising Wind” novel series!
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