Wolf Talker: The Journey Begins

By Richard K.

A young man learns from his Grandfather of the story of their familys gift, which is a legend called, The Wolf Talker. They can communicate with wolves, and the responsibility, not only to humans, but to wolves, and other creature the walk our earth.
After the death of his father, breakup with Sarah, Dave Marshall decides to go ahead and travel across the U.S. like, Sarah and he had planned, by himself. Because of his experiences with the howling of wolves that seem to come from nowhere he feels the need to seek the truth. And so, The Journey Begins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499024944

Richard K.

Richard Kiser was born in South Bend, Indiana. He started writing when he was around 12 years old. The first things he started writing about was the war in Vietnam. Then he focused on love stories/adventures. His Grandfather had also started telling him stories of the family blood lines ability to communicate with wolves based on legends from the beginning of time. Rick’s father when he was 14 years burnt everything he had written. His Father also told Richard (Rick K.) That he was stupid like him and would have to break his back his whole life to survive and that author’s weren’t real people anyway. But this did not stop him from writing. Years later while traveling the world in the military Richard continued writing. He now resides in Northern California.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

I want to thank my Grandfather for the basic concept of this and future stories of the Wolf Talker. May he rest in peace, forever.

I would also like to thank my son Jacob Kiser for the main title of these adventures. When he was eight years old he asked me, Daddy, when are you going to teach me how to be a Wolf Talker like you’’? This made me realize that my son Jacob had found the perfect title for this story and the stories to follow. Though my Grandfather never called us Wolf Talkers, he often said As we spoke to the wolves and the wolves spoke to us, they taught humans to survive in this world".

Chapter 1

S ummer came, and he was free. He had a motorcycle, some cash, and all the camping gear two people could possible need. Dave and his fiancée, Sarah had been planning this adventure for over a year now. He had put in several extra hours working two jobs while Sarah finished high school. The anticipation was swelling up inside like a balloon that was about to burst. The problem was that the explosion never came. A smile crossed his face, as he thought of all the hard work, and the satisfaction he now felt.

His smile became more serious. In the last few months Sarah had become distant from him. In fact her entire personality had become similar to her mother’s. Insolence was just one of the traits he noted. Her mother had requested her presence at some high-society parties. It seemed that most of these partier’s, and gatherings always seemed to be scheduled during the few moments that Dave was not working one of his jobs. Sarah’s name had even appeared in the, who is who columns, of the local northern Indiana county paper.

Sarah’s mother had even made up a prenuptial agreement that Dave was suppose to sign. It stated that he’d have a minimum annual income of sixty thousand dollars, and five thousand dollars in a savings account before they could get married. Dave basically told her what she could do with the agreement, and from that point on Dave and Sarah were not allowed to see each other. They continued to secretly meet at different places around town, and plan the great escape, which was this trip.

As Dave started up the engine the smile returned to his face. He just needed to get a message to Sarah without her mother knowing. He had tried earlier to get a phone call to her, via the maid who was Sarah’s best friend and closest Allie. But the cook answered instead, who was Sarah’s mother’s loyal spy. So Dave would have to pull himself over the wall, and jump into the old oak tree. This would put him halfway between the back of the house and a bungalow near the pool.

Cruising on his motorcycle to her home, Dave remembered when he had first met Sarah. It had been in the smoking area at school; she seemed so alone, so fragile; she had the most beautiful green eyes, blonde almost white hair, and fair skin. Everything about her melted him. Sarah had torn his defensive wall down, making Dave feel totally helpless.

Hi, was all Dave could manage to get out.

Hi yourself. Sarah said with a slight smile and looked away quickly.

For the next few days his whole hope was to see this gorgeous girl. Eventually they both got over their shyness and became friends. Many of their interests were the same. They liked bowling, camping, horses, nature, the same music, and playing guitar. Dave remembered how Sarah had inspired him to write his first lyrical piece. Dave could hear the song in his head as he drove. Now all I want is to be with you some place far away. When we go, we’ll go like the wind and be free. Then we’ll glide into a hidden valley where there is no hate, where the only game played is love, and we’ll be happy, just the two of us and whatever comes along after we’re together forever. Only the future knows the secrets of tomorrow and all we can do is dream and pray that our dreams come true. I’m changing everything for you.

When Sarah first heard this, her eyes filled up with tears and she said, God that’s beautiful, she paused, That’s it I’m going to talk to my mother, and straighten her out right now! Sarah then revealed that her mother had been suggesting that Dave was from the wrong side of the tracks, and not of her kind. This was when Sarah started changing a little at a time. Dave didn’t want to think about that anymore. Focusing on where he was he realized he was beside the wall at Sarah’s estate.

Leaping up the wall, and climbing down the tree as quietly as he could. He dropped down landing in a crouched behind position some tall bamboo trees. Cautiously Dave scanned the area to make sure he hadn’t been detected by any security guards. Sarah’s mother had recently hired the guards to protect her assets. Which Dave translated met to keep him from Sarah.

Several months ago Sarah’s mother had put patrol dogs on the grounds. The dogs were supposed to be a half breed of Wolf and German Shepard. But when Dave made his usual odd entry over the wall, the dogs would stop charging him and sit when he put his open palm up. Dave liked his grandfathers’ stories which told of all the men of the family had been given a great gift and a great responsibility and that all the women in their bloodline such as his mother, could see the gift in their sons. Before Dave’s grandfather had passed away he told Dave that his mother had seen the gift in him, before she had died. The gifted has a name; they were called Wolf Talkers. Dave liked the sound of that. So when he held up his hand he also spoke to them calmly. He simple said, Stop Please. To his surprise they did. Not wanting to think of the loss of both his mother and grandfather, he returned to where he was now.

Crouching down behind the bamboo trees between the wall, and the nicely trimmed low growing bushes, he crept towards the bungalow. Although Dave couldn’t see the pool he heard laughter and splashing coming from the pool. Recognizing the high pitch laugh of Sarah’s he relaxed a little. Dave heard other laughter coming from the pool. It was a deep male voice that Dave didn’t recognize. He stood quietly for a moment, listening.

Dave slowly worked his way to the corner, he wasn’t sure he wanted to go on, but he knew he couldn’t turn back. His heart racing, he found the courage to peer around the corner of the bungalow. Sarah was in the arms of another man. Remaining as calm as his emotions would allow, Dave forced out between clamped teeth, Is this a private party or can anybody join?

The man jumped away from Sarah, it was at this time that Dave realized the man was naked. Sarah on the other hand was at least half dressed, with only her bathing suit bottom.

Dave felt his body shaking out of control.

Sarah said, ‘What gives you the right to come in here unannounced anyway, and scare us to death. Looking down at her naked breast, she tried to cover herself with her arms. Her face turned red and she said, Oh boy."

The naked man said, Yea, I’m calling security.

Dave calmly walked over to Sarah, and picked her up by the waist as she screamed at him, Now calm down David, she paused and continued, Please don’t hurt me. Oh boy! Dave continued to lift her with his arms. He carried her toward the pool. Sarah cried out again, Steve, please do something."

Steve yelled, Alright the party’s over jerk, put her down now!

An evil smirk came over Dave’s face as he pushed her away from his body, and tossed her into the middle of the pool. He heard Steve approaching from behind. Sarah surfaced so he knew she was safe. She yelled out between gasps for air, Wait, Steve… I got to tell you…

Steve called out to Sarah, Don’t worry Sweetheart I’m gonna flatten this punk.

But Steve… Sarah barely got out before Steve interrupted her with, Hey that ain’t any way to treat a lady.

Dave sprang off his right foot, coiling his body up and to the rear, driving his left foot into Steve’s upper right leg causing Steve to fall forward. After making contact with Steve’s leg he spun his body around. When Dave faced Steve again, Dave punched Steve in the face with his right fist. He punched Steve with so much force that Steve’s body slammed on it’s back against the concrete deck; with a loud crack. Dave heard Sarah say as he walked away, He knows martial arts.

Dave yelled back at her, Tell him when he wakes up, if he hasn’t figured it out by then.

Halfway to the wall two security guards charged him, as they came closer, Dave jumped into the air and double kicked the nearest one in the face. Before Dave could land on the ground the second guard kicked him in the middle of the back. He went down out of breath, but rolled back to his feet, coiled his body, and sprang straight up. His shoulder crashed into something, when he looked around he saw the second guard laying on the ground gasping for air. The second guard started to get up but Dave let one more kick fly into his face. The guard didn’t move. Dave ran to the oak tree and with one leap reached the branch that would take him over the wall. He started up his motorcycle and sped away.

The thought of, big boys don’t cry helped him choke down a few tears that wanted to flow. If anybody would ask him what the water was that was flowing from his eyes, he would tell them that they were wind tears. This usually happens when you ride motorcycles into the wind. He was no fool he knew the truth but for now this would help the pain. The pain he had inside, was more than any physical pain he had ever felt. The pain of Betrayal Dave had felt it when he was younger His father and he were just playing, with real light punches and kicks. Suddenly out of nowhere his father punched him so hard he flew across the room. Sure it hurt but what hurt much more was the trust he lost for his dad that day. In a way he was grateful for that, because this had been a part of the pillar that he had based his disciplined martial arts on. He never did have the time, or was able to afford getting into a competitive mode for the martial arts. But he had tried about every type he could find for a few months since his eleventh birthday. Dave had finally come up with a combination that seemed to get him out of most situations he would get himself into.

He’d also found the time to teach himself how to use a crossbow, which his grandfather had left him in a will. His grandfather use to say to him, I see your spirit in this crossbow. Unfortunately as a ten year old Dave never found out what he met by that. But he felt in showing respect for his grandfather that he must learn how to use it. His grandfather use to brag about how their ancestors came from the Sioux Nation and how his grandfather’s prize possession, a longbow had to be buried with him so that he could rest in peace with his ancestors. Dave remembered the battle his mother had fought with his uncle over the location of where grandfather was to be buried. She lost that fight, but won the battle to bury the longbow with him as grandfather had wished.

One more time a familiar pain came to him. He guessed it had to do with the death of his mother six months after his grandfather had passed away. Even now at nineteen Dave felt that maybe he had never dealt with their loss. His mother had gone off to get a six-pack of beer for his father and was hit by a drunk driver. Dave had been left with a neighbor to go to a little league game; he remembered looking at his mother’s car one moment in perfect shape then for a quick flash saw it totally wrecked. He ran after her crying. Mamma don’t go, wait please! The car stopped for an instant, she moved her head checking the intersection, and drove away. Joyce, the neighbor lady, stopped him and said, Davy, she’ll be home when we get back.

But you don’t understand Joyce, my mom’s car was broken, I saw an accident. Davy protested.

Oh don’t be silly Davy, your mother is going to be around for a long time, Joyce laughed dragging him away from the street.

He was sitting on the bleachers when his father