when I think I have it figured out, I’m at a loss again.”
Jack laughed and put his arm over his shoulder in a quick bump man hug. “That, my friend, is called a woman. They’ll always leave you guessing!”
Chance walked back and said the dowser was just down the road. They would wait on him and then head into the property. She told them Rick was already here and waiting, pointing to a white rock with an arrow pointed away from the road. “That is the signal we came up with that lets us know someone is here. Last person out, turns it around to point at the road.”
“Ingenious idea, Chance! I’ll have to remember that one next time I get an urge to build again.” Jack laughed and shook his head as if there was a bad memory to clear away.
A Jeep that looked like it had been through several wars pulled up in front of them. The man who stepped out was tall and lanky with long silver hair, worn loose and it framed his tanned and weathered face. First glance told you he was American Indian. He smiled a gapped-toothed grin and waved as he walked up. He reached out to shake hands with Chance first. “John Littlecreek, and you must be Chance.” He pulled her hand up and gave her a quick peck on the knuckles, before turning to shake hands with him and Jack.
The handshake was firmer than Sylas was expecting and he held it longer than necessary. John looked at them both dead in the eyes, and his expression spoke volumes. He seemed to know what they were and it shocked Sylas. Chance introduced them and then explained there were no roads into where they were headed. John smiled and turned to his Jeep. “That’s no problem. My Usdi will get me there just fine.”
Everyone piled back in to their respective rides and followed Chance in. Sylas was impressed with her choice to buy this property. It was raw and beautiful. Nothing was cut down and it was loaded with older hardwoods, a rarity this far north. It appeared some of the oaks were quite ancient. Her choice to build in the center was smart. No one from the main road would be able to see her home since it was very hilly and hidden from the main thoroughfare. Chance drove through several small gullies and over several hills before he spotted the build site.
Rick was leaning against his SUV with what looked like sketches in his hands. He finally looked up and waved as they drew closer. Chance pulled to a stop at the top of the rise and Sylas immediately knew why she’d chosen it. It provided a three hundred and sixty degree view of the entire property and you could see the rise of the Smoky Mountains off in the distance to the northeast.
Chance again made introductions once everyone gathered together. She explained to Rick that he and Jack were there to add input. John had already wandered off; his dowsing sticks ready in his hands. Sylas glanced at Jack and could tell he was concerned about the Indian too, but now was not the time to discuss it.
They spent the next three hours pouring over and discussing Rick’s plans. They changed a few things but needed to wait until John came back before they could complete them. He finally came back about 30 minutes later. He was wearing a huge smile for Chance and she took it as a good sign.
“You have lots of natural springs and underground systems here, Uweji Agehya, which means beautiful daughter in my language. The Mother favors you and your land. It stands unchanged and unbroken, like you.” He glanced with a quick frown at Sylas when he said the last sentence. “I have marked your springs and underground waterways with markers you will recognize. I also have a gift for you. Please excuse me, I’ll return in a moment.”
Sylas glanced again at Jack and he just shrugged at him. This was starting to concern him but he didn’t show any outward discomfort with Chance standing next to him. John returned, holding a necklace in his hand. It was made of turquoise and silver,
Jack laughed and put his arm over his shoulder in a quick bump man hug. “That, my friend, is called a woman. They’ll always leave you guessing!”
Chance walked back and said the dowser was just down the road. They would wait on him and then head into the property. She told them Rick was already here and waiting, pointing to a white rock with an arrow pointed away from the road. “That is the signal we came up with that lets us know someone is here. Last person out, turns it around to point at the road.”
“Ingenious idea, Chance! I’ll have to remember that one next time I get an urge to build again.” Jack laughed and shook his head as if there was a bad memory to clear away.
A Jeep that looked like it had been through several wars pulled up in front of them. The man who stepped out was tall and lanky with long silver hair, worn loose and it framed his tanned and weathered face. First glance told you he was American Indian. He smiled a gapped-toothed grin and waved as he walked up. He reached out to shake hands with Chance first. “John Littlecreek, and you must be Chance.” He pulled her hand up and gave her a quick peck on the knuckles, before turning to shake hands with him and Jack.
The handshake was firmer than Sylas was expecting and he held it longer than necessary. John looked at them both dead in the eyes, and his expression spoke volumes. He seemed to know what they were and it shocked Sylas. Chance introduced them and then explained there were no roads into where they were headed. John smiled and turned to his Jeep. “That’s no problem. My Usdi will get me there just fine.”
Everyone piled back in to their respective rides and followed Chance in. Sylas was impressed with her choice to buy this property. It was raw and beautiful. Nothing was cut down and it was loaded with older hardwoods, a rarity this far north. It appeared some of the oaks were quite ancient. Her choice to build in the center was smart. No one from the main road would be able to see her home since it was very hilly and hidden from the main thoroughfare. Chance drove through several small gullies and over several hills before he spotted the build site.
Rick was leaning against his SUV with what looked like sketches in his hands. He finally looked up and waved as they drew closer. Chance pulled to a stop at the top of the rise and Sylas immediately knew why she’d chosen it. It provided a three hundred and sixty degree view of the entire property and you could see the rise of the Smoky Mountains off in the distance to the northeast.
Chance again made introductions once everyone gathered together. She explained to Rick that he and Jack were there to add input. John had already wandered off; his dowsing sticks ready in his hands. Sylas glanced at Jack and could tell he was concerned about the Indian too, but now was not the time to discuss it.
They spent the next three hours pouring over and discussing Rick’s plans. They changed a few things but needed to wait until John came back before they could complete them. He finally came back about 30 minutes later. He was wearing a huge smile for Chance and she took it as a good sign.
“You have lots of natural springs and underground systems here, Uweji Agehya, which means beautiful daughter in my language. The Mother favors you and your land. It stands unchanged and unbroken, like you.” He glanced with a quick frown at Sylas when he said the last sentence. “I have marked your springs and underground waterways with markers you will recognize. I also have a gift for you. Please excuse me, I’ll return in a moment.”
Sylas glanced again at Jack and he just shrugged at him. This was starting to concern him but he didn’t show any outward discomfort with Chance standing next to him. John returned, holding a necklace in his hand. It was made of turquoise and silver,
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