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two of them, Brian should have been terrified.
    “Mom, I’d like to go back out to the medicine wheel this morning, if you feel up to it. Or would you like to rest for a bit?” Alecia ignored her father, whose eyes were darting between her and her mother and who was about to launch into another tirade.
    “I think it’s a fine idea to go to the medicine wheel. Your father will drive.” Her mom smiled and winked encouragingly.
    Her dad shook his head but then jumped just as quickly, snatching Alecia’s keys. “Breakfast first.” He jabbed his long finger at Alecia. “And I know you haven’t eaten yet.”
    ***
    Alecia sat through breakfast with her parents at a family restaurant around the corner, again wearing the ball cap and dark glasses. Her mother, of course, had given her one of her looks, and her father had tensed again, reminded that his daughter had been beaten up. Now, as she rode in the back of her Jeep as her father drove out to the parkland and the empty lot close to the trailhead, she felt much like a child again, told where to sit, to order a bigger breakfast as she wasn’t eating enough, and not being allowed to drive her own car.
    Her mother stretched her arms up and looped her own beaded leather pouch over her head so it hung across her body. “Come on, Alecia, show me the medicine wheel. I think we have some work to do.”
    But Alecia was frowning at her father, who had his back to both Alecia and her mother, standing behind the Jeep as though he was their bodyguard. She recognized the stiffness in his broad shoulders, his arms held out just away from his body, fisting his hands. No one was getting anywhere near her. She realized then that the nervousness that had plagued her and left her shaken since Brian attacked her had retreated. This should have made her happy, but Alecia’s hard-won independence had also gone south, and that made her very unhappy. She was a grown woman, for God’s sake. Her father shouldn’t have had to come to her rescue.
    Her mother must have known, as she took Alecia’s hand in hers and started walking with her. Alecia guided her parents to the open field where she’d built the wheel. Her dad, of course, saw it and stared with interest, but she knew he didn’t understand its importance, so he walked over to the large boulder just behind them and sat, out of the way.
    Harriet strode around the circle and stopped at the eastern door. “Alecia, burn some sage. We need to cleanse it. She did as her mother asked and then tucked the burning bundle of sage in between the rocks at the eastern line. Her mother was sitting on the ground, cross legged, and she’d pulled out colorful square cloths, a handful of embroidery ties, and a packet of tobacco.
    “Come sit.” Harriet set a handful of red cloths on the ground in front of Alecia and gestured to the tobacco. She didn’t need to utter one word. Alecia picked up a cloth using her left hand, pinched tobacco and set it in the cloth, and tied the bundle.
    “The line of rocks connecting east to south runs from your childhood and my youth, the hurts that were imbedded there from events we have no control over. When I was a child, the church people came with the law. That was what the sheriff did then. The government’s war with the Indian continued. Their objective was to kill the Indian in the child, to transform us inside and out. However, it was also to control us in the most wicked sense. They always started with the leaders’ children, you know. They were holding the children hostage in a school far away to control the community, as if saying, ‘Ah, yes, you will do as we say because we have your children.’ Children were ripped away from their mothers’ arms. My mother had tried to hide me and my brother.”
    Alecia stared at her mother, and she felt a heaviness in her heart. “I didn’t know you have a brother. Where is he?”
    “Had a brother, dear Alecia. He’s dead.”

Chapter 13
    Her mother had never