parents.â
âBut they hit us. Knew where we were!â
âThat is because of your geniusâthe gifts you bestowed on Abda.â
âThe giftsââ
âYes, the patch, the necklace, the MP3 player . . . the effects were unavoidably wretched!â
âWhat effects?â
Constant sat up straight. âItâs like thisâno, you couldnât change things. Not on the grand scale you wanted to. Rarely can that truly be accomplished. But the minute things made the grand difference. Time gifted to you, gifted to the boy, ended up gifted to your team. Donât you see?â
âWas that supposed to make sense?â
Lips flattened, Constant worked his jaw muscle. âItâs quite simple, really.â
After so many years, Hawk had missed the oh-so-proper accent and the banter. âPlease enlighten me.â
âYou and the men on your team gave Abda gifts, yes?â
Hawk nodded. âI thought it was better to be friends than to be threatening.â He shrugged. âA small change.â
âExactly! But giving him those gifts cost time .â
âOkay.â Hawk could buy that. Made sense. âSure.â
âWhich caused the boy to return to his home later. That lapse of time allowed him to see the fighters.â
âFighters?â
âThey were there to slaughter his familyâand they did that before you went back. In the original time strain, Abda died that night with his sisters, mother, and father. Thanks to your gift of time, he lived. Saw the men and went screaming to his father.â
Floored by the words spoken, the life heâd altered, Hawk shook his head. âI thoughtââ
âYes, well, we have deduced that thinkingâs not your strong suit. Stick to fighting.â
Hawk smiled. âAgreed.â
âBut thatâs not the end of it, Haytham. You see, then the colonel knew Abda had been with Americans because the poor child dropped his treasure box in his haste to get to safety.â Clucking his teeth, Constant shook his head. âThatâs why your men faced the fighters again.â
âBut how had they found us the first time?â
âAbdaâs fear of you after your brutal warning the first time shone all over his faceâthat, along with his fear for you. His parents demanded that he tell them what was wrong.â
âHe told them.â
âIndeed.â
Blown away by the repercussions, the difference one act of friendship had on the team, on a little boyâs life . . . Losing his legs was a small a price to pay to relive his life the right way. Things were good. Stratham was alive.
A form filled the doorway. âAh, look!â Constant said. âYour old war buddy.â
âOld codger got ugly. Whatâs Stratham doing here anyway? I havenât seen him in twenty years or so.â
âWord of your failing health has spread. It was on the news.â
Surprise tugged at Hawk. âHow? Why?â
Constant frowned at him. âYou still donât know . . .â
âKnow what?â
Snapping his gaze down, Constant hesitated. âWell, friend, youâll soon find out.â He donned a top hat, checked his watch, then gave a curt bow. âI bid you adieu, Haytham. A life well lived is worth honoring.â
Though on the three occasions Hawk had seen âMr. D.,â seeing him now, hovering in the hall beyond his room, gave him no cause for concern. Because that wasnât his ticket out of this world. He knew it wasnât. Heâd lived a good, full life, but heâd also surrendered his anger, his fears, a future unknown to One who could handle it.
In the corner, as his grandchildren drifted in and out of viewâman, heâd done good, hadnât he?âHawk gave a nod to Constant.
âHawk?â Ashleyâs creaking but soft voice caressed his lessening heart.
Returned to his
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