DND #9 Circle of Life-In Jesus' Name: DND- In Jesus' Name, #9

By McCartney Green

Whether you're an adult, a man, or woman, or a young adult, or a teen, or even a kid. This book will change you forever. Even more so if you have read the 8 preceding books and the prequel.

First, God gave me a dream. It was like a scene from a movie. I could see clearly what was happening. Heard clearly who was speaking and what they were saying. I woke up in tears. "Write this," God said. It was a new novel He asked me to write, Book # 9. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. It wasn't because I'd never had any intentions to add to the series, though that is true, I never intended to do that. It was because what He asked me to write was just too hard, too sad, too heart-wrenching. How could I write that? I didn't understand why God would ask me to write that scene.

I cried over this for days. I couldn't refuse God, could I? And I knew it was Him speaking to me. So, no, of course not, I could not refuse.

That night, I prayed, sobbing to the Lord. I told Him how difficult this was for me. I asked for forgiveness for my trying to turn from this hard task. Then I told Him that I would write what He asked, but I asked Him to help me deal with the pain. Still, I told Him, no matter what, I would be obedient and write it. That night God did make it easier, by giving me a new scene. He showed me a beautiful red-headed girl in handcuffs, sitting on a bench outside of a restaurant, with a police officer standing next to her. Just a little ways away, there stood a young man wearing military fatigues, his face all scratched up, his canvas duffel at his feet, and another police officer speaking to him. The scene woke me up and I sat straight up in bed and heard– "Okay, now— write."

I smiled. This I could write. I knew exactly who the characters were and what was happening in the scene was up to me. It was like God had given me an improv. Here's the scene, now go. This is how DND #9 Circle of Life-In Jesus's Name came to be. You will recognize the scene when you get to it in Chapter Two. God is so awesome. I knew eventually I would have to get around, or come around, to the first scene God had shown me and told me to write; the one that was so heartbreaking. He was doing it again, taking me all the way around the giant circle to eventually end up back at the beginning, to bring me closer to Him, and to, at the same time, bring all the readers with me. How amazing is He? I love Him so much.

Though it is entertaining, it was not written for your entertainment, for we are not here on this Earth to be entertained. As I wrote and re-wrote these books, I realized God was giving us, through story, through allegory, through parable, an illustration of how to live, how to draw close to Him, and mostly, how to train to be His warriors in these last days. They are a blueprint. They show us how to take His Bible, His Word, His commandments and implement them and integrate them into our contemporary daily, stressed out, trauma-ridden lives. We are surrounded with much violence, darkness, evil in this world, but He has overcome the world.

See how it is possible, to be the best husband, the best wife, the best teen, the best kid, the best friend, the best sibling, the best parent, the best person. Heal and receive blessings. Learn how to be God's warrior, and be blessed to know His true will for you. The books are also encoded, (Jesus' doing, not mine,) with healing words and prayers for any ailment, be it physical, mental, emotional or spiritual.

If there is a teenager in your home, reading this book will help them immensely. Why? You'll see. What God has done here is amazing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: McCartney Green
• Release date: Feb 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224166534

McCartney Green

Author, Speaker, Life Coach, Spiritual Mentor,  McCartney Green began writing as her first marriage was coming to an end. Like many women, she’d lost herself under the labels of wife and mother. She found herself again when she picked up the pen. An advocate for the empowerment of women, she authored The Dandelions Series, intending not only to entertain but also to address serious women’s issues and help others to heal. After finishing the 8 book series Dandelions Never Die, McCartney felt led to write non-fiction personal development books. One of them, Messages from Transcendent Beings, is actually an allegory written as the memoirs of Grandmaster Eric Kino. In it we follow him from boyhood and discover what makes him such a remarkable person. As we read about his life, we learn many important messages including how to have super spiritual connection and how to live a life filled with joy. McCartney has seven extremely loving children and 13 amazing grandchildren, who she says are “her teachers in all things.” She lives in the suburbs of Atlanta with her second (and final) husband, where she alternates between writing and “playing in the dirt.” She loves to hear from her readers. You may email her at [e-mail]. Please visit her website at www.mccartneygreen.com or join her on LinkedIn, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

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Important Note to reader:

Oh my goodness, there is so much to tell you, I don’t know where to begin. I wrote the original 8 novels in this series in a very different way. How that all came about is such a blur to me. I received a visitation, (that part is not a blur,) and yet, unbelievably, I turned my back on God. Yet God didn’t turn His back on me. He slowly led me around a giant circle that took me the furthest away, but then came all the way back— back to Him. He led me back. He knew it was the only way to show me all the errors of my ways. God is so good! He sure is smart. :) He knew just how to touch my heart.

Back in August of 2021, my rock, my best friend, my husband and I both got Covid. By the end of August, after struggling for weeks, we both ended up in the hospital. I was immediately in a coma and on a ventilator. I woke up, (a miracle in itself,) two months later to find that my husband had passed away. It took a while for it to sink in. He was/is such a good man  and I love him and miss him so much. Here’s the big deal: while I was in that coma, I was accompanied by an angel, who led me to see the Earth from high above, and called it the Pinnacle of the Earth.

The angel showed me many important things, including how to heal my body, for while I was on the ventilator, I had a stroke. I would eventually have to learn to stand, to walk, even to breathe and to use my left hand and arm all over again. The angel showed me two things to eat in order to heal, but that is a story for another time.

I never intended to write anymore stories, any more books. Yet, once I got out of the hospital, I began to hear from the Lord, strong, clear messages, visions, dreams, whisperings and even audible messages. First, the Lord commanded me to take all eight novels that I had previously written and re-write them in the way He had intended me to write them in the first place.

He’d actually told me to do this years ago, and I did take them all down off Amazon, I think it was in either 2016 or 2018, but I never re-wrote them. My reasoning was I had very little time because my husband was handicapped and I was his caretaker and there was just not enough time in the day to do it. I also simply didn’t know how to go about the re-writes. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. It seemed just too overwhelming. Then, after my husband passed away and I was hearing from the Lord on a daily basis, He miraculously showed me the way to accomplish it, step by step. He made it seem so simple. He actually helped me begin through one of my teenage granddaughters. She called me and asked to read my books and God whispered to me, rewrite them with her in mind. It was like He opened my brain and the light went on. His light.

I complained a bit.(I’m such an Israelite.) I told Him I wanted to wait until I could get my left hand to work, because typing a whole manuscript with just one hand was extremely difficult, and tedious. His answer to me was clear. Then you should have done it back a few years ago when you had the use of both hands. Do it now. Wow. Of course, He was right. I’d been slothful. So, I began. He showed me daily how to do it, and what to say to make the re-writes. He gave me confirmations daily that I was still on the right track. It was a joyous time. I felt so close to Him every single day. It only took me about three months to re-write all eight novels, even with just one hand, which again, is a miracle, and all glory to God. Once I did the rewrites, something strange happened.

First, God gave me a vision. It was like a scene from a movie. I could see clearly what was happening in the vision, heard clearly who was speaking and what they were saying. Write this, God said. I was in tears. It was a new novel He asked me to write; Book # 9. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. It wasn’t because I’d never had any intentions to add to the series, though that is true, I never intended to do that. It was because what He asked me to write was just too hard, too sad, too heart-wrenching. How could I write that? I didn’t understand why God would ask me to write that scene.

I literally cried over this for days. One afternoon, my son saw me sitting in the living room crying and tried to comfort me. I think he thought I was crying over missing my late husband. When I told him what I was crying about, he sighed and said, Well, Mom, if God is telling you to do this, are you going to say ‘no’ to God? Are you going to just flat out refuse? My eyes opened wide. No, of course not. I couldn’t do that. I’d already made the promise that I will never turn my back on Him again.

So, that night, I prayed, sobbing to the Lord. I told Him how difficult this was for me. I asked for forgiveness for my trying to turn from this hard task. Then I told Him that I would write what He asked, but I pleaded for Him to please help me deal with the pain. Could He please somehow make it easier for me, take away the anguish I was feeling. Still, I told Him, no matter what, I would be obedient and write it. That night God did make it easier. He made it easier by giving me a new scene. He showed me a beautiful red-headed girl in handcuffs, sitting on a bench outside of a restaurant. There was a police officer standing next to her. Just a little ways away, there stood a young man wearing military fatigues, his face all scratched up, his canvas duffel at his feet, and another police officer speaking to him. The scene woke me up and I sat straight up in bed and heard– Okay, now— write.

I smiled. This I could write. I knew exactly who the characters were. What was happening in the scene was up to me. It was like God had given me an improv. Here’s the scene, now go. This is how DND #9 Circle of Life-In Jesus's Name came to be. You will recognize the scene when you get to it in Chapter Two. God is so awesome. I knew eventually I would have to get around, or come around, to the first scene God had shown me and told me to write; the one that was so heartbreaking. You’ll recognize that one too. He was doing it again, taking me all the way around the giant circle to eventually end up back at the beginning, to bring me back to Him, and this time bring all the readers with me. And when I got to that scene, He showed me another miracle and awarded us all for our faithfulness. How amazing is He? I love Him so much. Almost each and every day, as I wrote, I was given confirmations, miraculous confirmations, several of these I would share with my children, because I knew it would help their testimonies to grow.

Now, I’ve finally finished the writing of this book, this allegory, this — happening. I hope you do much more than enjoy it. Though it is entertaining, it was not written for your entertainment. We are not here on this Earth to be entertained. As I wrote and re-wrote these books, I realized God was giving us, through story, through allegory, through parable, an illustration of how to live, how to draw close to Him, and mostly, how to train to be His warriors in these last days. They are a blueprint. They show us how to take His Bible, His Word, His commandments and implement them and integrate them into our contemporary lives.... our daily, stressed out, trauma-ridden lives. We are surrounded with much violence, darkness, and evil in this world, but He has overcome the world.

Read these books and learn how to be the best husband, the best wife, the best teen, the best kid, the best friend, the best sibling, the best parent, the best person. Heal and receive blessings. Learn how to be God’s warrior, and be blessed to know His true will for you. The books are also encoded, (Jesus’ doing, not mine,) with healing words and prayers for any ailment, be it physical, mental, emotional or spiritual.

I am totally willing to share these books with anyone who asks and will send you a PDF of any of the books. Simply email me at  [e-mail] or [e-mail] and put Free Books in the subject line. I am happy to share with you.

Sending you prayers filled with love, healing, and blessings,

McCartney Green [aka Susan Milner]

Keeping Tabs [Families and Ages]

In March, when Book #9 begins.....

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Kino Sr. Family

Eric is 69 (70 on June 14th)

Shelley is 64 (65 on October 27th)

Kino Jr. Family

Ricky is 51 (52 in early May)

Breanna Adams Kino is 48 (49 on August 27th)

Eric III is 20 (21 in December)

Taylor is 16 (17 August 30th)

Adams Families

Mark Adams is 39 (40 October 29th)

Bella Adams is 39

JoJo Adams is 20 (21 June 30th )

Logan Adams is 19 (20 July 17th )

Emily Adams is 3

(4 on Dec 11th)

Joey Adams is 37 (38 August 22nd)

Breez Adams is 31

Sophia-6(7in May)

Kelstyn - 3 (4 on Dec 16th)

Ledger - 2 (3 on  Nov 23rd)

Wallace Family

June Flower (Jeffy) Kino Wallace was 28 on March 15th

Cameron (Cam) Wallace is 30

Lee Families

Justin Lee is 66

Lori Lee is 52

Jason Lee is 58

Angel Lee is 55

Jensen Deal is 29

Kim Lee Deal is 26 in Feb

Davis Family

Jefferson (Jeff) Davis was 43 last Nov 8th

MacKenzie (Mickey) Daley Davis just turned 42 on Feb 3rd

Daniel Davis is 12

Jeremy Davis is 11

Agent Christopher Coley - 30

Marissa Daley Coley is 29

Smith Family

Toby(Nash)is 55

Caroline is 53

Grace(Nash) is 25 in March

Brody will be 22 in July

Stewart Family

Chaz(Charles Anthony III) Stewart is 49

Lisa Lewis Stewart will be 46 May 15th

Melaynah is 20 (21 on November 22)

Charlie was 14 on Feb 11th

Matt was 12 on Jan 20th

Aralyn was 7 on Feb 9th

Maddie Lewis (Lisa’s grandmother) is 87

Appel Family

John Appel - 50

Jodi Appel - 48 Feb 14th

Jacob Appel turned 21 in February

Tanner Family

Keegan Tanner was 49 Feb 8th

Lizzy was 42 April 10th

Heather was 24 last Jan 10th

Rose was 23 last Dec 25th

Violet was 23 last Dec 25th

Daisy was 22 last Dec 19th

Lily was 22 last Dec 19th

Gabriel (Gabe) will be 18 on June 14th

Iris was 2 last Dec 10th

Murphy Family

Rebecca Murphy is 36 [Teacher/motel maid]

Peyton Murphy is 17, a HS senior, turns 18 in July

Lucas Murphy was 14 on Jan 9th

Other  Characters

Nolan Sawyer is 28 in April [Tennessee Rancher]

Agent CJ  (Carson Josiah) Blackmon will be 28 in May

Mike Moreland  [Advertising Entrepreneur] 25 in September

Agent Andrew Dalton is 38, will be 39 Jan 5th

Agent Hart Akins

[Chicago AIC] - 30 (BD 11/12)

More of the Stewart family: 

Lisa’s father, Joe Carter is 62

Joe's wife, Shirley Carter is 60

Lisa’s younger half sister, Megan Carter Turner is 40,

(She married Chaz’ high school friend Josh Turner -49, who helps his father-in-law run Joe’s.)

Their daughter Riley is 15 

and Son David is 13

Charles Stewart Jr.- Chaz’ father is a rancher

Patricia Stewart-Chaz’ mother  is a retired cardiologist

Cindy Stewart Clark is Chaz’ younger sister.

Cindy’s husband, is Bo Clark

and daughter Kylie age 15

Dr. Stephanie Stewart-Ross Chaz’ youngest sister.

Her husband is Parker Ross and son Parker  age 12

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Explanation of Major Characters

Kino Family-When he was twenty-nine, Martial Arts Grandmaster Eric Kino’s first wife, Ann, passed away.[Allegory found in the Prequel; Messages from God-The Memoirs of Grandmaster Kino.] At that time their son Ricky, (Eric Jr,) was eleven. Ricky is a martial arts superstar and movie icon. Ten years later Eric meets Shelley Adams. [Story found in Book #1- A Healing-In Jesus’s Name.]

Adams Family-Financially struggling, traumatized by a random sexual assault, divorced mother of three, 34-year-old, Shelley Adams’ children include Breanna, 17, a wannabe actress, Mark, 8 and Joseph, 6.  Shelley is asked by Grandmaster Kino to compete in the MART, an acronym for Martial Arts Recruiting Tournament, a very large martial arts competition. During the year of training they fall in love and marry.[Story in Book #1.] Together Eric and Shelley have June Flower, (Jeffy) a pychic high genius who’s calling is to Heal the World. [Jeffy’s story found in Book #8- June Flower-In Jesus’ Name.]

Lee Family-Justin Lee, an attorney with his own very large and very prestigious law firm, eventually finds trauma nurse Lori and falls in love. [Story in Book # 4.] Younger brother, Jason Lee, owner of Ameritech Security, finds wife Angel, [their story in Book #1-A Healing-In Jesus’ Name.] They have daughter Kimmie (Kimberly.) The brothers have been Eric’s best friends since he was in high school. [Story in Messages from God (Prequel.)]

Kino/Adams Family-Though they are step-brother and sister, Ricky and Bree, (Breanna,) eventually admit they are in love with each other and marry. [Gripping tale found in Book #4 Weeds Grow-In Jesus’ Name.] They have two children, Eric III, and Taylor. (Ages in the Keeping Tabs page above.) 

Adams Family-Mark, Shelley’s older son, becomes an attorney at Justin’s law firm, and brother Joey, Shelley’s younger son, becomes lead agent at Jason’s Ameritech Security. They meet and marry the Sheridan sisters, Bella and Breez. [Mark and Joey’s story found in Book #7- Warriors-In Jesus’s Name.] Mark’s wife Bella has Logan, a son from a previous marriage, whom Mark adopts. Mark also has a son, Joseph (JoJo) from a teenage relationship, [story in Book #4,] who is a football star and Heisman candidate at USC. Together Mark and Bella have Emily. Joey and Breez have three children, Sophia, Kelstyn and Ledger.

Smith Family-Toby Nash (stage name,) country music star, met abused Caroline Jones when they were kids, and runs into her again as adults in New York. [Their harrowing story is told in Book #2- Suffer the Children-In Jesus’ Name.] They have two children; Grace Nash (she took her father’s stage name,) and Brody Smith, a D-1 all-star college baseball player for the Tennessee Vols.

Davis Family-Jefferson Davis is one of Ameritech’s top agents, and a superb sharpshooter and sniper. He lives in the Los Angeles area and first meets the Kinos as Bree’s bodyguard. [Book #4.] He meets the Tanners in [Book #5.] He finds the love of his life Mackenzie Daley, (Mickey,) under extremely harrowing and traumatic circumstances. [Story found in Book #6 The Worth of Souls-In Jesus’ Name.] Mickey has a little sister, Marissa Daley.

Stewart Family-In Pine Forest, Georgia, when Maddie and Lawrence Lewis’ only daughter, Louise (Lou) gets pregnant and runs away she gives birth to Lisa Lewis. After a horrifying discovery, Lisa comes looking for her home and finds her grandmother. She meets neighbor rancher, Chaz Stewart, they fall in love and after quite a roller coaster ride, they marry and have Melaynah, Charlie, Matthew and Aralyn. [Their terrifying story told in Book #3- Finding Home-In Jesus’ Name.]

Appel Family-Jodi and John Appel, former students of Grandmaster Kino, come to Pine Forest at Lisa’a request. Jodi met Lisa at Golden Hotels,[Book #3 Finding Home In Jesus' Name.] where she used to work. Their desire is to turn Lisa’s grandmother’s old farmhouse into a beautiful and high end country inn. They have one child, Jacob (Jake) Appel. [They are the rock-solid friends and Christians in #3, #5, #9, #10, #11, #12, #13, etc..]

They live in and are owner/operators of the Pine Forest Country Inn and Cottages. John, retired Marine special Forces, who fought side-by-side with fellow Marine Raider Keegan Tanner, also has a line of Martial Arts studios with Brian, another Kino former student [from Book #1.]

Tanner Family-Former FBI Agent, Keegan Tanner and former ICU nurse, Lizzy Anderson meet under unprecedented circumstances. When in the north Georgia town of Tyler Springs, they fall in love and they have to jump many hurdles in order to end up a happy story. [Story in Book # 5-Angels-In Jesus’ Name.]They have five daughters from Lizzy’s first marriage to Bradley Anderson, Army Corporal who was killed in the line of duty. In their time of need, they go down to Pine Forest to be near Keegan’s best friend, John Appel, and end up staying.  Together they have Gabriel, 17, and Iris 2.

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For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, "plans to prosper

you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

Jeremiah 29:11

Quote:

"Whenever there is bright light in this world,

the dark forces gather to put it out.

But don’t worry or fear,

God’s light is stronger than any darkness."

~Grandmaster Eric Kino~

Chapter  One

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March 15th Friday Afternoon

Hollywood, California

Eric Kino the Third, known most of his life thus far as Young Eric, landed flat on his back, breaths coming in huge gasps. His face registered pain, perspiration dripped from his hard body, a body that was currently covered in bruises and abrasions. The guy standing over him pointed a gun at his head.

Say goodbye, he said softly.

Eric closed his eyes in defeat. And then, in a flash the gun was in Eric’s hand, his enemy stumbling backward. Eric took only seconds to drop the magazine, toss the gun aside and beat the guy unconscious.

And cut.

There was a murmuring on set. Choreographed or not, the Kino kid was impressive and everyone standing there was in awe.

Twenty-year-old Eric stood still and listened as the older guy he’d just beat senseless put his arm around his shoulders and gave him some direction. Eric nodded and then headed to the side while the next shot was being set.

Whaddya think, Dad? he said as he approached his father.

Ricky Kino smiled with pride at his son. I don’t think I could be prouder.

Young Eric nodded at him. Thanks, but I meant, do you have any pointers for me?

Then say what you mean, Ricky said with a smile.

Young Eric laughed.

What’s so funny?

You sound just like Granddad. You’re becoming your dad.

Well, there are a lot worse things to be, wouldn’t you say?

I would. I aspire to be like you and him, and I gotta say, it’s pretty tough.

My shoes are easily filled, my father’s shoes, not so much. But at least I just said something that he would say. Maybe there’s hope for me yet.

Young Eric frowned. I don’t think I like you being all humble and stuff, Dad.

Ricky knew exactly what his son was thinking, but decided to draw it out of him. Why not?

The young man actually shuddered. It makes me feel, uh, well, you know.

Again son, say what you mean.

Young Eric blew out a long breath, took a minute to put his thoughts together. Okay, it’s like, I feel strong and confident, and part of that is because I have so much confidence in you, in everything you’ve ever said or taught me. So my confidence lies in you, like, you the big movie star, the martial arts champion, you can do no wrong, or like, there’s nothing you don’t know.

Ricky chuckled. Well, just ask your Mom about that. But really, son, I think you have me on a pedestal. I am fallible. Granddad is fallible, though it’s actually hard for me to say those words because I have so much respect for him. You need to take us down off that pedestal. Only God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ are all-knowing and infallible and that is where your confidence needs to come from. Don’t let the fact that Granddad and I are imperfect shake your confidence, let that be a lesson that one can always keep learning and progressing, even when you get to be as great as my father. He rubbed his hand over the top of Eric’s hair. And if it will help you to gain back some of that confidence, I would be happy to kick your butt on the mats anytime.

Eric grinned. Oh ho, Dad, you do know you’re getting older, right?

And wiser. Wanna take me on?

Of course. I would never turn down the honor of facing you.

Good. We’ll make that happen.

They bowed to each other just as young Eric was called back to the set. Ricky watched him go, sighed with pride, realizing he must be feeling what his own father felt all those years when he would watch Ricky perform. He thought about the conversation he’d just had with his son. Ricky had forced him to work through some emotions before they could turn negative and become a problem. Hmmm, maybe he WAS turning into his father because that is exactly something his father would do. The difference was, his father had a PHD in psychology, and Ricky most certainly did not.

Sorry I’m late. I had to make some preparations for Jeffy’s birthday dinner tonight. How’s it going?

Ricky turned and smiled at the man he’d been thinking of. He’d been his father for going on fifty-two years and Ricky still felt in awe of him whenever he entered a room. His presence was commanding. The sudden silence on the set and people pointing or nodding in his direction was proof that Ricky was not the only one that felt it. Hey Dad, it’s going really well. You’d be so proud.

I am so proud. Grandmaster Eric Kino smiled heavenward. And grateful, he added, always acknowledging the source from which all of his blessings flow. The question is, how are you feeling about it? About, the change in plans?

Ricky sighed, glanced at his father, then turned his head back to watch his son as he spoke. I admit, I was pretty upset about young Eric’s decision to take a hiatus from school. I’m not even sure why I was so upset.

Let’s talk about that, son. This is not the time and place for a deep counseling session, but while your heart is in that place, can you tell me just one reason that you didn’t want Eric to take a break? I mean, you and I both have reservations about space.

Ricky shrugged. I guess I just didn’t want him to quit.

You mean because winners never quit and quitters never win?

Ricky gave a short laugh. Sounds silly, huh?

Sounds silly because it is. You know how we really hate the no-tolerance rules because they give an excuse for people to not use their brains to sort things out and therefore don’t have to take responsibility for their decisions?

Yes.

"It’s the same way with that little ‘quitters never win’ saying. You can’t apply an aphorism blankly to every time someone changes direction. People give that little quote and think they’ve said something wise and told someone to put on their big boy pants at the same time. But it’s not so. It’s a lazy way out. People are different. Their reasons for quitting are different. If it’s laziness or fear, you could encourage someone by using that aphorism. 

But let’s say you’re traveling from one place to another, and you discover you’re on the wrong road, it seems there are only two choices. Turn around and go back to the place you last knew you were on the right road, or keep going down the same road and hope you’ll eventually intersect with the correct road.

You said ‘it seems’ intimating there is another choice?

Sure. You can walk off that road right where you are, hack your way through the under growth, and make a new path to the place you want to be. It’s a little more difficult, and requires more faith.

Ricky nodded.

But, Rick, if you reach a little deeper I think you’ll see that’s not the real reason you didn’t want him to quit.

Ricky drew a deep breath. Can we talk about this another time?

Yes, absolutely. Yet, there is no...

Time like the present. Ricky finished. He thought a moment, heaved a sigh.

Son, I can see you’re uncomfortable and that’s why you want to put this off. But putting it off won’t help.

Ricky knew exactly what his father was doing. He’d seen him do it many times with his students, with his children, with his friends and with his wife. Ricky had just done the same thing with his own son. If his father thought it was important enough to talk about right this very minute, out of respect, he would dig deep and give him the answer. He was silent for a few minutes. I don’t want him to turn out like me, he finally said.

Eric senior nodded. Good. An honest answer.

When Eric didn’t say anything else, Ricky looked over. That’s it? That’s all you have to say?

Eric held his hand up, getting Ricky to slow down his mind while Eric thought. He finally spoke. "So, Ricky, tell me, which part of ‘you’ do you not want him to be like? The superb martial artist that became a star at the age of nine in your very first movie role? Or is it the fighter that won that first Kino Challenge against great odds? The amazing fight choreographer? The way you easily handle the public? Which part of you? Maybe it’s how quick your mind works, or simply how powerful your mind is. Maybe it’s your tenacity. I guess it could be your strength and skills as a champion, or maybe your weapons training. Could it be you don’t want him to speak so many languages, or have the knowledge of so many subjects inside one brain? Could it be your other skills, like you being a certified EMT, or a wilderness survivalist, or, maybe it’s the you with two college degrees.

Yeah, Dad, and with all that, what am I? I’m an actor. People idolize me based on some silly story put to film with movie magic.

I sincerely hope you’re not ashamed of the movies you’ve made, Rick. You’ve never made one that glorifies violence or was lewd and crude. Yes, fighting is violent, but there’s always been a moral to the story. The actor thing though, was only a means to an end. The actor thing got people’s attention, but it’s who you are that people admire. An actor is the least of what you are. You are a light to this world, Rick. You are a leader. You do so much good in this world and I believe I’ve told you that before, many times. Obviously it hasn’t sunk in. You haven’t integrated it into your psyche. We definitely have some work to do.

Ricky sighed.

Quiet on the set– and– action.

The two men stood silently, side by side, and watched young Eric Kino mesmerize the film crew.

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March 27th Wednesday Evening

South Kino Estate, Crystal Cove, California

Ricky Kino sat at his desk in his study in his home, just south of Crystal Cove, California. In front of him sat his only son, and namesake, Eric Kino III who would turn twenty-one in December. They were very much alike, in appearance, in skills, in their belief system and in temperament. Jovial, energetic, positive, they had much respect for each other.

Ricky, who would be fifty-two in a few months, would easily pass for thirty-something and would attribute that to his father, Eric senior, who had trained him since before he was old enough to walk. He’d never stopped training, and neither had his father. Ricky, though similar in appearance to his father, was very different in temperament. His father was always calm, usually serious and sober, while Ricky was pretty light-hearted and jovial. His father was always teaching. That was what he did. Ricky had never met his father’s equal.

Ricky had become a martial arts superstar and movie idol as a child. By the time he was twenty-one he’d become a household name and hot commodity. He also went to college and worked for two degrees, traveled the world with his father, and learned five languages. But the most important thing he’d learned from his father was his connection to God the Father and His Son Jesus Christ, his respect for family, and love, compassionate, true, unconditional love, the be in service kind of love. Ricky was an extraordinary martial artist and weapons expert and was very real and very lethal. He’d proven it many times. Yet, he felt inadequate to teach his own son all the things he needed to know. He felt that way because there was simply no way to fill his own father’s shoes.

Now, as his son sat across from him, he searched for a way to reach out and touch his heart like his own father had done for Ricky so many times.

Ricky closed his eyes and said a silent prayer, asking God for direction. He opened his eyes when he heard his son say, Amen.

Ricky smiled. Was I accidentally praying out loud?

Young Eric chuckled. No, I just knew you were praying and tried to time the ‘amen’ for the end of your prayer. How’d I do?

Ricky nodded. You were right on.

Young Eric couldn’t hold back the grin. Man, I’m good.

Don’t get cocky, kid, Ricky quoted.

Young Eric smiled. So, Dad, if you’re praying before you talk to me, I’m guessing this is a pretty serious discussion?

On the contrary, I pray every time I speak to you kids. I need all the help I can get.

Oookaaay, so what have I done?

You’re not being called down, if that’s what you’re wondering. Besides, you’re a little too old for that.

"Dad, I’ll never be too old for you to set me straight on anything."

Good son. He had to clear his throat.

Young Eric smiled. Gotcha, didn’t I?

Ricky nodded. His son was so like him it was scary, always ready with a light-hearted quip. So, since you’re so smart, do you know what I called you in here to talk about?

I have an inkling.

You want to expound?

It’s about me dropping out of college and the decisions I’m making about my future and, I’m guessing, about your disappointment in me.

Well, two out of three are correct. I’m not disappointed. Not in any way. I simply want to see where your head is at, what your driving force is. I mean, all you talked about for years was going into space, astronaut training, your excellence in science and math.

Young Eric nodded. Yes, it’s all I wanted to do. It seemed so interesting. So fascinating. And I wasn’t afraid of the hard work. I mean, I pretty much met all the requirements.

Tell me, what were those requirements? I’m sure you’ve memorized the list.

Young Eric smiled. You have to be intellectually at the top of your game, psychologically perfect, excellent physical shape, socially a team player, adaptable, coping well and thinking clearly in stressful situations, comfortable in the public eye, being capable of talking to reporters, good communication skills in English, Russian, Spanish, or Chinese are a must, and it helps to be photogenic. Eyesight must be 20/20 and height between 4'9 and 6'3, and of course, the schooling including flight hours, which I had no doubt I could accomplish. I meet or would meet all of the above but two.

And they are?

Well, I don’t speak Russian, but I’m sure I can learn, though I don’t really have to, it’s an either or situation. Still, to be accepted I need to be exceptional, so, I’d learn it.

Ricky nodded. And the other?

Eric looked down. Shook his head. The other is something I didn’t know I had, and maybe I actually didn’t, maybe I developed it as I got older.

Are you gonna tell me or are you gonna make me guess?

I’m not sure that I want to even talk about it.

Son, do you have a physical ailment that your mother and I don’t know about?

No sir, I’m sure something like that would come as a surprise to you.

When he didn’t go on Ricky sighed. "So, you are gonna make me guess?"

Young Eric smiled sadly.

Okay then, I’ll play. It would be something that’s not outwardly evident but it isn’t a physical ailment, which means it must be psychological, and you said you must be psychologically perfect. Please, son, tell me what you’re struggling with. Maybe we can work it out.

Eric looked up, moisture in his eyes. I’ve developed a phobia, Dad. I didn’t used to have it, but it’s become prominent.

I’m still gonna need more information.

"It’s the main phobia one absolutely CANNOT have in order to travel into space."

Ricky thought. Claustrophobia?

Eric’s respiration increased just thinking about it. He nodded his head.

Ricky came from around his desk, turned the chair next to Eric’s to face him and sat down. We can work through this.

I knew you would say that. And maybe you’re right. But I don’t feel like I can. I’ve tried. I’ve prayed so hard. I’ve tried everything. Hypnotism, EFT, acupuncture, I’ve researched it extensively. Online, there are lots of people who swear by certain things and I’ve tried them. Tried them all. It doesn’t work. Not for me.

Have you spoken to Granddad?

No.

Why not?

He hung his head. I don’t know.

Yes you do. You’ve made a conscious decision to not speak with Granddad or even with me. Why?

The moisture that had been gathering ran over onto his cheek. It’s a fear Dad, it’s a weakness, and I hate it and I hate that I can’t shake it.

Eric, fear is not a weakness.

It is when you want to be an astronaut. It’s a huge weakness. I never thought that some strange psychological ailment would keep a Kino from reaching for their dreams.

Okay, hold on. Though I appreciate the respect for your family name, I think you’re a little mixed up. The Kinos are not perfect people. They have ailments, and they have problems. The only difference is we try to work through our problems with love and understanding and without addictive crutches. And mostly, with God.  And we adjust. We work with what we have. And we do not play victim.

Well, I guess I don’t have it. If I could just be like you, if I could just measure up, then maybe I could accomplish something.

Measure up? To me? Dear God, where have I gone wrong? Son, you have far surpassed me. How can you not see that?

Eric shook his head. I don’t see it. You have no fear. You get into a ring with guys twice your size and come out on top.

I have no fear in the ring. But I have fears, son, psychological fears.

Like what?

I’m afraid of heights, he said quickly.

Young Eric looked up. Really?

Yes, really.

But I’ve seen you stand at the edge of a cliff, remember, when all that happened with Logan, and Uncle Mark fell.

Ricky nodded his head. Yes, I remember. Wish I could forget. At that point I did what I had to do.

See, you faced your fear. I can’t.

I faced it when I had to, when I had no choice, out of love for my family. But I certainly wouldn’t put myself into that position on purpose. You going into space would be doing it on purpose.

Well, you fly in helicopters and across the country in jet planes.

That’s a little uncomfortable. But I would never purposely jump out of an airplane, or go parasailing, or cliff diving. I went rock climbing once. Won’t ever do it again. Those guys in the military, or the athletes who do that kind of thing, I’m in awe of them. But I would never attempt it myself. Does that make you lose respect for me?

No, of course not. Just the fact that you’re strong enough to admit that to me makes me respect you more.

Ricky nodded. Keep going down that road.

Eric thought. So, me admitting I have this fear of closed spaces, it shouldn’t make me feel like I don’t deserve respect.

Correct. Your self-respect is ultra-important, son. Satan is a liar, he’s deceptive, and he knows if he can destroy your image of your self as a strong man, as a warrior, as a child of God, then eventually, he can destroy you. May I ask, when did you first start to realize you had this fear?

"Remember a few years ago, when those boys and their coach were trapped in a cave in Thailand? When that was happening, I couldn’t sleep, I could barely eat. If I’d been there I would not have been able to survive that."

Ricky nodded. But you wouldn’t have been there because you wouldn’t have put yourself in that situation, right? You would never have gone inside that cave.

Eric shrugged. Smiled. Well, you know, if the guys had dared me.

Ricky smiled. Yeah, that’s a pride thing and that IS definitely something you can change. But still, those boys in the cave, it was a difficult situation, but you’d be amazed what you can survive, when you have something to live for. He paused, frowned. So, you started with this that long ago? That was before you graduated high school.

Yeah, but I didn’t think much about it at first. I thought I was just being empathetic. But the fear grew as the past few years went by and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was gonna try to stick it out, stay the course. I knew you wouldn’t be happy with my decision to change directions with my life, but my phobia finally got the better of me and became stronger than my fear of disappointing you.

Wow.

Wow?

"Son, I have to apologize. First, I thought I taught you that as long as you try and give the best you can give, I’ll never be disappointed. I know I’ve told you that many times. But if I’ve made you feel like you can’t come to me and tell me anything, I mean ANYTHING, then I’ve failed as a parent. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can go to my father with anything and he would understand, and help me figure out what to do."

Did you tell him about your acrophobia?

Ricky sighed, hung his head. No, I never did.

Why not?

Because I’m pretty sure it started when James Crane pushed me over the railing of that balcony twenty-something stories high and the only thing holding me up was your grandmother’s tiny forearm. I thought my weight was gonna break her arm and I thought any moment she would be pulled over the railing with me. I was just about to let go to save her life. I was seconds away from falling to my death. Anyway, my father was already feeling guilty about bringing James into our lives. I saw no reason to tell him about my fears and add to the weight of that guilt.

Young Eric nodded. So, you didn’t go to him for his sake. I get that. Dad, I do know that I can come to you for anything. Anything. I didn’t because I was ashamed and I didn’t want to let you down. I wanted you to be proud of me.

I am proud of you. Remember I said as long as you gave your best I wouldn’t be disappointed? Well, I think years of working on this and trying to face it is giving it your best. The only thing I wish you’d done differently is to speak with Granddad. He is your biggest resource and I’m not saying that because he’s a psychologist, but because he has a calling. Just him praying over you can change your life. And here’s a fun fact, he has some experience with claustrophobia.

He does?

Your grandmother is ultra claustrophobic.

I didn’t know that.

Ricky smiled, raised his eyebrows. So, call granddad, at least talk to him about it.

I will.

But now, I just want to know, why acting?

He shrugged. I remember being on some sets when I was younger, watching you do your thing, watching you create a scenario, it was like bringing your imagination to life. I just wanted to create something, and didn’t realize it would be so much fun. I was approached for this movie while I was in school. I liked the story line of the script. It was inspiring. I felt like it had a good moral to the story and that anyone watching the movie might be inspired to step up and become a warrior. Especially if you would do the fight choreography, then I knew it would be excellent. So, that’s why. It wasn’t a, ‘I’m gonna do this for the rest of my life,’ kind of thing like Mom. I mean, she’s awesome and I would never be a great actor like her. I just wanted to create something.

"Well, so far, you are creating something inspiring. The film crew is talking about you and that’s a good sign."

Eric smiled. That’s good to know. It gives me some confidence.

Ricky shook his head. The Eric I knew never had a problem with confidence. He always ran the fastest, climbed the highest, got the best grade, even sang on that video you produced with no qualms.

Yeah well, now I’m out of my element.

No you’re not. You’re just taking a minute to get your feet wet. I have no doubt that soon you’ll simply dive headfirst into the water and swim with the sharks.

Eric laughed. You know, speaking of that video, after we put it out, girls came at me from everywhere. That actually scared me.

Ricky nodded. Now, that’s something I can agree with. It’s scary. And I guess I need to warn you, once this movie comes out, it’s gonna be like that again, only probably on a larger scale.

Eric grinned. Well, I’m a little older and more experienced now. I can handle it.

Uh, so just how experienced are you?

Eric’s lips pressed together. I, uh, well, let me put it this way, I’m no saint. I’m technically still a virgin, but I’ve come close a few times.

Coming close and still resisting takes a lot of strength. Still, I feel like I should caution you to not allow yourself to even get into a circumstance that makes it even slightly tempting. Eventually, you will find it too hard to resist and you will succumb. In all of our talks about this subject I know I told you how I finally gave in and how unhappy it made me. I’m not judging you, but I know you’ve been taught about right and wrong, about moral strength. What you do is between you and God, Eric, so pray for strength. But also don’t play with fire.

Yes sir. I understand. I will pray for strength. I do, everyday. And I’ll make better choices.

Ricky smiled at his son. Good. Remember, we can’t ask God to help us to not get burned and then go and play with fire.

Young Eric nodded in understanding. So, back to my dropping out of school, I’m not disappointing you?

No, not at all. I admit, I didn’t want you to waste your brains and talents on making some silly movies, but I see now, it’s more than just playing make believe. I’m thinking, maybe God didn’t heal you because space isn’t your path. I’ve always had reservations about the space program. Maybe, you can use what you’re creating now as a springboard to teach and uplift the world in some way, and if so, then that is certainly a worthy cause.

Eric nodded. Like you. I mean, people know you because of your movies and the Kino challenges, but they hang on every word you say because you’re wise and faithful and full of the light of Christ. And you’re humble and funny and entertaining. You know Dad, you should accept more invitations to speak. People are always asking me about you, about how you became who you are, about your daily routines.

Ricky sighed heavily. He was never surprised when his father was asked to speak, but it always surprised him when he was asked to speak. Both men looked up when sixteen-year-old Taylor burst into the study.

Mom says come to dinner.

Do you know how to knock? Ricky asked sternly.

She smiled prettily. If I didn’t I’m pretty sure I can figure it out.

Ricky’s eyebrows rose.

Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t know Eric was in here gettin’ in trouble.

Eric laughed. I’m not in trouble but you’re about to be.

In trouble with who?

With me.

You have to catch me first.

He jumped out of his chair.

Taylor shrieked, slammed the door and ran off.

Young Eric turned back to his father. I guess our discussion is over for now?

Ricky smiled, stood, held his hand out to his son. They shook hands and pulled in for a hug.

I love you, Dad, Eric said softly.

I love you, son, and please know, you can come to me, no matter how big or how trivial it may seem. I will always be here for you.

I do know.

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Chapter  Two

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March 28th Thursday Early Evening

Stewart Ranch, Pine Forest, Georgia

Chaz Stewart pulled up on the reigns, rose up slightly in the stirrups and pulled his phone from his hip pocket. Hey Ty, what’s up?

I’m gonna need you to come into town and pick up your daughter.

What’s she gone and done now?

Disturbing the peace.

You’re kidding, right?

Wish I was.

"Did you arrest my daughter? YOUR niece?"

No, I arrived just in time to keep that from happening by the new deputy. Just come get her please. We’ll talk later. We’re in front of the new Sally’s Steakhouse.

Chaz sighed. On my way. He kicked Sugar into a gallop. His younger brother Tyson, was Pine County Sheriff and usually played everything by the book, so Chaz realized the big favor he’d done by calling him instead of arresting Laynah.

Once Chaz got back to the house he made the decision to not tell his wife where he was going until he knew all the facts. Easier that way. Besides, Lisa was at the Inn going over reports with Jodi. He jumped into his jeep and took off.

What he saw when he pulled up was intriguing and a little bit infuriating. His beautiful daughter, Melaynah, lovingly called Laynahbug, was sitting on a bench just outside of the steakhouse. The infuriating part was that she was leaning slightly forward because her hands were cuffed behind her. Her tumble of red hair had come down out of the clip she usually wore and was blowing in her face. She shook her head, trying to get the hair out of her eyes. Chaz’s gaze shifted to take in the rest of the scene.

Tyson’s new deputy stood next to Laynah, looking a little uncomfortable, Chaz was sure, because he knew who had just arrived. Brother Tyson, stood talking to Jacob Appel, who had several bright red scratches on his cheek and forehead. Ty looked to be writing a report. Chaz knew Jacob had been deployed and hadn’t realized he was back, though from the look of things, he was just getting back since he wore his fatigues and had a duffel bag next to him.

Chaz approached the deputy. He was new, they’d only met once and Chaz was trying to remember his name. Something biblical. Levi. Yep, that was it.

Chaz nodded. Deputy.

The deputy nodded back. Mr. Stewart.

Take the cuffs off.

Levi Moore swallowed hard. I’d like to sir, but only if you can guarantee she won’t go crazy again.

Chaz’s eyebrows rose. Well, the guy didn’t flinch. Chaz had to give him that. I’m not gonna tell you again. Take the cuffs off. I guarantee her good behavior, he said pointedly, glaring at his daughter.

The deputy did as ordered.

Laynah immediately stood, Chaz pointed at her. Sit your butt down young lady and don’t you move.

She slumped back down onto the bench.

Chaz approached his brother and Jacob. He nodded. Ty.

Chaz.

Chaz nodded at Jacob. Jake.

Uncle Chaz.

Chaz looked him over. The young man was not happy. His jaw was set, his eyes unblinking.

Anyone want to fill me in?

Jacob’s lips pressed together. It was Ty who spoke.

The way I hear it, Jake here just steps off the bus, looks around trying to see what’s changed since he’s been gone. He says it was kind of hard to miss Laynah and some guy fighting with each other. He says it wasn’t playful. Says the guy had her pushed back over the front of the hood of his car with his hand on her throat.

Now it was Chaz’ turn to clench his jaw. He looked at Jacob.

You’re sure they weren’t just messin’ around?

Pretty sure, sir. She was struggling, tryin’ to sit up. He shoved her back down hard enough to smack the back of her head on the hood.

Chaz drew a deep breath.

Tyson continued. "So, Jake ran across the street and pulled the guy off of her. Punched him a few good times. Laynah threw herself into the mix, pulled Jake away. The guy jumps in his Camaro and takes off. Laynah starts screaming at Jake, stuff like, ‘Why did you do that, you’ve ruined everything, how could you,’ you get the picture. She’s hitting him and scratching him. He’s trying to hold her off but she’s just gone crazy. Some bystander calls the cops. Deputy Moore is only a block away. He flies up here, tries to pull Laynah away from Jacob, she turns and starts in on the deputy, so, he ends up having to cuff her to settle her down.

I got here and let him know that Laynah is my niece, and then I called you.

Sighing deeply, Chaz nodded, looked to Jake. Thank you.

Jacob nodded. No need for thanks, sir.

Do you know the guy?

Jake shook his head. Never saw him before. But it was a silver gray Camaro, tag number BGF 4665.

Chaz smiled. Good work.

Thank you, sir.

Chaz looked him over. He’d been gone about a year and seemed to have changed from a young boy into a man. Jake went into the Marines right out of high school and went immediately into Raider training. He smiled, nodded. Well, welcome home, Marine.

Jake gave a soft laugh, stroked the scratches on his face. Yeah, thank you, sir.

Strange that your folks didn’t say anything to me about you coming home.

I wanted to surprise them. As a matter of fact, I’m hoping to hitch a ride out to the Inn.

Chaz looked over at his daughter who was still fuming. Ya think you two can sit civilly in the same vehicle?

"Well, I can, sir. What she can or can’t do is beyond me. Uh, no disrespect intended."

Chaz placed a hand on his shoulder. No worries. Chaz looked at Ty. Is she free to go?

Tyson nodded. I’ll just have a word with my deputy.

They walked over to the bench where Laynah sat. Let’s go, Chaz ordered.

Laynah climbed into the front of the jeep, but when she realized Jake was tossing his bag into the jeep, she spoke. Whaddya think you’re doing?

Jake didn’t have a chance to answer her before Chaz did. Zip it, Chaz ordered.

But he...

Not another word, young lady.

Jake smiled as he climbed in the back.

Laynah adjusted her seat to push back as far as it would go. No problem for Jake because he had already moved into the other seat anyway, so that he could see it coming if she tried anything.

They rode in silence. Laynah still fuming, Chaz thinking of how to explain all this to Lisa, and Jacob thinking about his reunion with his parents. It wasn’t long before they pulled up to the Inn, the only home Jacob had ever known. His parents had come here before he was born to go into business with Lisa Lewis and her grandmother, Maddie Lewis. Maddie owned the old farmhouse and willed it to Lisa. Lisa, with the help of Jake’s parents, turned the property into a high end country inn.

The people he called Uncle Chaz and Aunt Lisa were not actually related to him, but they were close enough. He’d never not known them and he’d seen them pretty much every day of his life. Lisa Lewis married Chaz Stewart, who lived on, and part owned, the Stewart Ranch less than a mile away. Uncle Chaz and Aunt Lisa had four children. Laynah, Charlie, Matt and Aralyn. Jacob himself was an only child. Jacob and his parents occupied the gigantic third story of the Inn.

They pulled into the gate, around the loading circle and came to a stop. Jake jumped out and went to grab his duffel but it wouldn’t budge.

Laynah, your seat is on the strap.

Sucks for you.

Move your seat, Bugs, he commanded, using the second half of her nickname.

Move it yourself.

He nodded. Fine. He walked up to the seat she was in, reached between her legs, grabbed the bar, pulled it up, and jerked her seat forward, as she gave a small shriek. He grabbed his bag. Uncle Chaz, do you mind if I come get Santana in the morning? Been thinking about a sunrise ride for months now.

You know you’re welcome anytime. Santana will sure be happy to see you.

Jake waved. Thanks for the ride, Uncle Chaz.

Chaz couldn’t answer before the loud scream. Jodi Appel, Jacob’s mom, came running from the inn, jumped the steps and into her son’s arms. A moment later John Appel emerged with Maddie Lewis just behind. John walked down the steps and patiently waited for his wife to let go of their son. When she finally did Jake turned immediately into his father’s giant bear-hug.

Chaz sat in the jeep with his daughter, watching the scene with pleasure. Lisa is gonna be very pleased that Jake is home. Thinking of Lisa, he waved goodbye and headed home.

Jake let Grams fuss over him a bit, and then they all headed inside.

A few of the guests at the inn, stood and thanked him for his service as he made his way to the kitchen, the place he loved to be the most when he was home.

They sat around one of two kitchen islands while Grams and his mom gathered goodies. By the time they finished he had a spread of apple butter muffins, chocolate brownies with cream cheese frosting, cut fruit, cheese slices, tortilla chips, salsa, sliced sausage and a peanut butter sandwich. He gobbled down the sandwich first, chased it with a cold glass of raw milk.

They chatted about his deployment to Germany, about his Raider training, about a few of his brothers in arms. Finally, John had to ask about Jake’s scratched up face.

So, you wanna tell me about the condition of your face?

Jake sighed. Yeah about that. I guess the answer to that comes with a question.

What’s the question?

So, how do you subdue someone without hitting them and without hurting them?

John nodded. Gave a soft laugh. Well, that is a difficult one for sure. If the person has any physical strength at all, it’s almost impossible. So, the next best thing to ask is, how do you subdue someone without hurting them– permanently.

Jake smiled, but then shook his head. Yeah, no, that won’t work.

Are we talking about someone in particular?

Yeah, that little hellcat that lives next door.

Well, I know you wouldn’t talk about your Aunt Lisa that way, or Dr. Stewart, Jodi said. So, I’m guessing you’re talking about Melaynah?

Yes, Melaynah.

Jake went on to tell them all about the incident. When he finished, his father only had one question and it was the same one his Uncle had asked.

Did you know this guy?

Never saw him before. But, I’ll see him again.

Uh, don’t you go getting involved. Let her father handle it.

I’m already involved.

Yes, and it’s a good thing the guy is still alive. Jodi said.

Jake snorted. If I wanted him dead he’d be dead.

I get it, son, but you need to dial that back. Special ops comes with a huge responsibility. You need to find the maturity to not go around half-cocked.

Yes sir, of course you’re right. It just makes me a little crazy to think of how he had his hands on her. I can tell you this, it wasn’t the first time he’s roughed her up.

Did she tell you that?

No, but she didn’t have to.

I’ll talk to Chaz. Take a deep breath. How long do we get to keep you?

Looking at six months with some weeks of training scattered in there.

Jodi clapped her hands together. Wonderful.

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Chaz looked over at his daughter as he drove the mile down the street to the ranch, tuned in the gate, passed the main house and drove up the winding drive to their home.

Ya think you were a little rough on Jake?

She shrugged. No, I don’t. He just makes me so mad.

Chaz shook his head. "Where’s my sweet girl? Huh? Where’s the one who sat on my lap when I taught her how to ride a horse, the one who was so proud the first time she shot the AR, or the one who was so excited when she learned