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April 1951
NEW YORK
Chapter 1
Indy gazed at the woman across the gallery of the museum, smiling to himself. The woman; with her blond hair piled on her head, the glistening earrings, and the dress that showed off her rounded figure and blue eyes; smiled timidly at the group of museum patrons, as a fluttering hand placed on her belly. He went over to her and said,
“Gentlemen, Ladies, I need to draw Dr. Tyler’s attention elsewhere. Excuse me,” as he led the woman away.
The woman smiled at him and said, “Thanks, I was running out of things to say.”
Indy grinned and said, “I know you like the back of my hand, Kate. You were bored out of your mind.”
“I was not!” her eyes sparkled as she faked protest to him.
Indy still could not believe that Kate was his wife, being married for six months, and pregnant for seven. Memories of their wedding first in India and then in the States drew back flashbacks in his mind, but he adored her and her other two children, Charlie and Rebecca, felt like his own.
“Indy?” as his thoughts drifted, “What’s going on in there?”
Indy smiled at Kate, and kissed her, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” smiling and then grimaced, “The twins do too.”
Indy and Kate had found out a month ago that their “child” was actually children. He chuckled at the prospect of having twins as he patted her stomach and said, “Hello to you, too.”
Kate winced softly as Indy looked with alarm, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” trying to smile, “It’s just that the twins think I’m a punching bag. Much like the gangsters that went after you,” as she lightly touched his bruised arm.
Although his wife approved of his archeology work, Kate often wished he would stay most of his time in the classroom. Indy knew how much she was worried, not knowing if he came back alive, but it grew more and more as the time of their children’s’ birth came closer. He hugged her and said, “How about we head on home, Mrs. Jones?”
“I’d like that,” smiling, “Doubtful I’ll get sleep but it’s worth a try.”
Chuckling, they said their goodbye to museum patrons and went on home.

Chapter 2
Two weeks later, Indy was teaching his class when James Brody came in. James, a nephew of Marcus, was now curator of the museum that funded Indy’s research. He nodded as James came in and said, “Any questions?” finishing his lecture.
The bell rang as the students walked out; the women still had an effect on him, even though he was married, batting their eyes as they went. James approached him, “Indiana, good to see you.”
“Is this a social call or business?” Indy asked.
“A bit of both,” giving a smile, “The work you did in Russia was extraordinary and the artifacts as well. You will be rewarded handsomely.”
Indy nodded, “Except for some scrapes it was worth it,” as they walked down the hall to his office.
“Hey, Dad,” called someone.
Indy turned and saw Rebecca, his stepdaughter. An avid young woman on the coming of her twentieth birthday, she was smart in the field of art history and got her beauty from her mother. He smiled and waved and she called out, “Tell Mom I’ll be over for dinner. Is that alright with you?”
“Fine,” grinning at her. Although Rebecca and Charlie, her older brother, lived on their own, they came to visit when they can. Rebecca lived closer to them, staying at an apartment bear Barnett and Charlie lived in Cambridge, near Harvard, with his fiancée.
“You’re truly blessed,” James remarked, “Having a wonderful wife and stepchildren, and having a child of your own…”
“Children,” Indy corrected, “Kate’s expecting twins.”
“Twins! How wonderful!” as they stepped into his office, “Katherine must be pleased.”
“We both are. Now what is going on?”
James looked at him, “How well do you know Native American history?’’
“I’m an archeologist, James, remember? And I spent time in the desert town for most of my childhood. I know my way around.”
“Excellent,” James said, “I was approached by members of the Cherokee nation that have heard of your work. They need your help.”
“What sort of help?”
“There was a minor disturbance in their nation. An earthquake, they gather.”
“Earthquakes in Oklahoma?” surprised.
“They believe something odd is a foot,” James said, “They noticed that the ground spilt, making a crevice. One of their people is an archeologist of sorts and noticed rock drawings.”
“Rock drawings? You mean paintings?”
“They are not certain. They want your help in examming the crevice. See what you discover and they are willing to pay handsomely for your findings.”
“James,” Indy said, “I just got back from Russia and I wanted to get ready for the twins.”
“You’ll get back in time,” James concluded, “If not take Katherine with you…”
“Absolutely not,” he roared, “I almost lost her in India. If anything happened to her…”
James raised his hand, “Just consider it, Indy. Who knows what you can discover?”
Indy shook his head and said, “My mind is made up. Good day, James,” as he walked out of his office.
“I have a feeling,” James concurred, “that your mind will change.”

Chapter 3
“That was great, Mom,” Rebecca said, pushing her plate aside, “Now I know why I live at my own place. Too much of this and I would be big as a house.”
Kate chuckled and Indy smiled, “You’re as every bit as pretty as your mother, Becky,” and then looked at Kate, “But there are a few differences.”
Kate punched him lightly on his arm, “Watch it, Indy. Remember who you’re married to?”
Indy leaned back in his chair as Becky wiped her mouth with a napkin and got up, “I better head back. Big art history exam tomorrow.”
“You can stay here,” Kate said, “There is plenty of bedrooms, you know.”
“Thanks, Mom, but I’m meeting a few people for a study session,” kissing her mother’s cheek, “I promise I’ll be here longer next time.”
Becky left, the front door slamming, as Kate looked at Indy with a frown, “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong? What could be wrong?” looking at her.
Kate sighed as she got up and picked up the dinner plates, “I know you too well. Something happened this afternoon. With James, perhaps?”
“Did you talk to James?”
“No, Becky mentioned it in passing,” as she put the plates in the sink and wiped her hands with a towel, “So, tell me.”
“He wanted me to go to Oklahoma, an expedition of sorts.”
“The Cherokee Nation?”
Indy nodded, “Apparently they had a minor quake and the ground broke way. They find some rock painting and want me to look what they could be.”
“So when do you go?”
“I’m not,” taking a sip of wine in front of him; “I turned it down.”
“You turned it down?” astonished, “But why?”
“I just got back from one expedition. I wanted to take it easy until the twins were born.”
Kate watched him with curious blue eyes and said, “Go.”
“Go where?”
“Go to the expedition. It’s killing you inside. It’s like when we’re getting amorous in bed and then you back off, thinking it would hurt the babies. You’re aching to do it, but you’re trying to be noble. And frankly, I know you want to do it.”
Indy looked at her with astonishment; “I don’t know when I’ll be back, Kate. It could take a couple of months and I wanted...”
“I know you wanted to,” Kate said, “That’s why I’m coming with you.”
“No,” roughly, “That’s out of the question.”
“Nothing is going to happen,” she snapped, “Oklahoma is not India. India was just a fluke. And just like you were being noble of not taking the expedition, I’m being noble of not staying at home. I want to go.”
“Christ, you’re stubborn,” he muttered.
Knowing she won, she kissed his cheek, “Which is one of the reasons you married me. You can admit that, right?”
Indy smiled a little and kissed her back, “First sign of trouble, labor or other wise, you’re going home.”
“Aye-aye, Dr. Jones,” giving a mock salute, “Now shouldn’t you call James?”
Reaching for the phone, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing the right thing.

May 1950
THE CHEROKEE NATION
Chapter 4
Three weeks into the expedition, Kate walked outside of their temporary home. The Oklahoma sun was too uncomfortable for being pregnant as she fanned herself and heard,
“Woman of digger, we meet again.”
She turned and saw Anna, or Owl Feather as she was called, coming towards her. Despite her protests, Indy insisted that she’d be watched after while he was gone to dig. Anna, who was the chief’s wife, brought it upon herself to help her. Kate smiled and waved as she came closer to her, “Anna…”
“Owl Feather,” the woman said, “You should be resting. It is getting close to the birth.”
“I’m fine,” dismissing her, “The twins are kicking and are restless. Resting would not help.”
Owl Feather smiled and said, “Your boys will be fine.”
Kate was astonished at the fact that Owl Feather predicted that her babies were boys as if was too eerie somehow. When she mentioned it to Indy, he grinned and said, “Could be why they are kicking up a storm.”
Owl Feather continued, “It is almost lunchtime. The men will be back. Come and help me prepare the meal.”
Eagerly, Kate helped her prepare lunch for Indy, Owl Feather’s husband, and the diggers. Her husband’s hazel eyes was full of concern and started, “Kate…”
“She is fine,” Owl Feather said, “I have been watching her.”
Indy smiled and went to Kate’s side, “Are you sure…”
“Indy,” as she swatted his arm lightly, “I’m fine. I have been pregnant before.”
He shook his head as they sat down to eat, a shiver went down his spine, “Cold?” she asked.
“Just worried,” looking around, “I feel that something is wrong.”
“You’re just paranoid,” rebuked, “Everything’s normal.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Kate shook her head, “What could possibly go wrong?”
Indy smiled and squeezed her hand, hoping that his wife was right

Chapter 5
The next day, Kate was walking around the village, a basket in her hand and hat protected her from the shade. She grasped the stalks of corn as she heard, “Do not move.”
Thinking it was Indy disguising his voice, she chuckled and said, “Indy, you joker, what are you…” as she turned and faced an unknown man, “Who are …” as she slumped to the ground.

Indy came back from the dig, looking around for Kate at their lodgings. He went through the bedroom, peeked in the bathroom, and went into the common room, “Have you seen my wife?” asking the group of women sitting there.
“Not for hours, Dr. Jones,” replied one of them; “She went out to the fields.”
Hours? his eyebrows shot up and went back to their room, grabbing his Webley and whip as he heard, “Dr. Jones!”
He turned and saw Owl Feather, trembling, “What is it?”
“It is concerning your wife. She is in grave danger.”
“Where is she?”
“I do not know,” staring at him, “I sense her fear but she does not where she is.”
Indy was astounded by her revelation and said, “You must know…”
“No, Dr. Jones,” gravely, “I do not know. Not yet.”
Indy stormed out of the room, towards the fields, hoping to find some answers.

Chapter 6
Oh, my head, Kate thought as she felt the throbbing pulse in her forehead as she tried to rub the spot but found her hands tied. Where in the hell am I? , she wondered, staring at the dark lodgings.
“Ah, Mrs. Jones, so glad you have woken up. Or should I say Dr. Tyler?”
She turned to the voice, coming from the corner, “Who are you?”
“Names are not important,” the voice replied.
“Sure it is. Since you happen to know mine,” as she struggled with her bonds.
The person attached to the voice came forward as Kate remembered the man from the fields, “What do you want?”
“The dream catcher.”
“What dream catcher?” puzzled.
“It is buried in the crevice where Dr. Jones is at.”
“The only dream catcher I know about is a myth. A story in Native American history.”
“You know your archeology, Dr. Tyler. I am impressed.”
Kate ignored the remark and demanded, “Who are you?”
“You will find out soon enough. If your husband will cooperate.”
“What makes you think he will? Indy’s never cooperates with deceitful creatures like you,” she spat.
“On the contrary, Dr. Tyler,” staring at her with a wicked smile, “Once he realizes that I have his wife, who happens to be pregnant with his child, I know he will.”

Chapter 7
by: the Fiddler
Indy looked quickly around the fields, seeing nothing he headed toward the neat rows of corn that were higher than his head. Corn, she knows I love some good corn-on-the-cob. Maybe she's in here.
Noticing a row that had the shucks of corn bent inward as if someone had passed through, he entered the field.
The ground was damp from recent watering, this caused tracks to be easily formed. Indy was no tracker, but it was quite obvious that someone with small feet had passed through this way, sinking into the damp dirt as much as he was. The profile fit his wife because of the added weight of the babies.
Following the row further, Indy came to a miniature "clearing" in the corn. Here the corn had been smashed down in a small area spanning three or so rows. The row he had come down continued on the other side of the trampled area, but looked as if something had torn through the corn without thought to it's well-being.
Quickly Indy continued down the row. As he did he noticed the ground was extremely torn up in the row. Instead of the smooth little ditch that is created after water has flown down a furrow, there was signs of people passing, and what looked to Indy like something being drug.
As he neared the other end of the field he slowed his pace and stepped carefully from the end of the row.
There was nothing on the other side... just miles as miles of wide-open space. A two-track dirt road ran down the end of the field, perpendicular to the rows. The footprints and markings from whatever had been drug, ended here. Damn!
Heading back to his lodgings to pick up some gear and see about using an auto, Indy jumped as something was suddenly jammed into the ground a few feet in front of him. The arrow had sunk deeply into the ground. Instantly on guard, Indy crouched as he whirled around looking for the source from which the arrow came.
Seeing nothing, it hit him: there was something attached to the arrow, it hadn't been meant to hit him, just deliver whatever was attached to the arrow. Indy retrieved the arrow and carefully removed the small piece of parchment that was wrapped tightly around the shaft of the arrow. The arrow was not of Native American construction, but rather a hunting arrow with a cross-style hunting head and three plastic "feathers" on the tail end.
Had anyone been observing, they would have seen Indy open the note, then slowly read it. As he read, they might have noticed his eyes slowly narrow into a scowl. Then, after reading, look up, and crumple the note in his hand as his jaw bulged slightly from clenching his teeth underneath already tightly-closed lips.

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: April 1951 
: NEW YORK
: Chapter 1
: Indy gazed at the woman across the gallery of the museum, smiling to himself. The woman; with her blond hair piled on her head, the glistening earrings, and the dress that showed off her rounded figure and blue eyes; smiled timidly at the group of museum patrons, as a fluttering hand placed on her belly. He went over to her and said,
: “Gentlemen, Ladies, I need to draw Dr. Tyler’s attention elsewhere. Excuse me,” as he led the woman away.
: The woman smiled at him and said, “Thanks, I was running out of things to say.”
: Indy grinned and said, “I know you like the back of my hand, Kate. You were bored out of your mind.”
: “I was not!” her eyes sparkled as she faked protest to him.
: Indy still could not believe that Kate was his wife, being married for six months, and pregnant for seven. Memories of their wedding first in India and then in the States drew back flashbacks in his mind, but he adored her and her other two children, Charlie and Rebecca, felt like his own. 
: “Indy?” as his thoughts drifted, “What’s going on in there?”
: Indy smiled at Kate, and kissed her, “I love you.”
: “I love you, too,” smiling and then grimaced, “The twins do too.”
: Indy and Kate had found out a month ago that their “child” was actually children. He chuckled at the prospect of having twins as he patted her stomach and said, “Hello to you, too.”
: Kate winced softly as Indy looked with alarm, “Are you alright?”
: “I’m fine,” trying to smile, “It’s just that the twins think I’m a punching bag. Much like the gangsters that went after you,” as she lightly touched his bruised arm.
: Although his wife approved of his archeology work, Kate often wished he would stay most of his time in the classroom. Indy knew how much she was worried, not knowing if he came back alive, but it grew more and more as the time of their children’s’ birth came closer. He hugged her and said, “How about we head on home, Mrs. Jones?”
: “I’d like that,” smiling, “Doubtful I’ll get sleep but it’s worth a try.”
: Chuckling, they said their goodbye to museum patrons and went on home.

: Chapter 2
: Two weeks later, Indy was teaching his class when James Brody came in. James, a nephew of Marcus, was now curator of the museum that funded Indy’s research. He nodded as James came in and said, “Any questions?” finishing his lecture.
: The bell rang as the students walked out; the women still had an effect on him, even though he was married, batting their eyes as they went. James approached him, “Indiana, good to see you.”
: “Is this a social call or business?” Indy asked.
: “A bit of both,” giving a smile, “The work you did in Russia was extraordinary and the artifacts as well. You will be rewarded handsomely.”
: Indy nodded, “Except for some scrapes it was worth it,” as they walked down the hall to his office.
: “Hey, Dad,” called someone.
: Indy turned and saw Rebecca, his stepdaughter. An avid young woman on the coming of her twentieth birthday, she was smart in the field of art history and got her beauty from her mother.  He smiled and waved and she called out, “Tell Mom I’ll be over for dinner. Is that alright with you?”
: “Fine,” grinning at her.  Although Rebecca and Charlie, her older brother, lived on their own, they came to visit when they can. Rebecca lived closer to them, staying at an apartment bear Barnett and Charlie lived in Cambridge, near Harvard, with his fiancée. 
: “You’re truly blessed,” James remarked, “Having a wonderful wife and stepchildren, and having a child of your own…”
: “Children,” Indy corrected, “Kate’s expecting twins.”
: “Twins! How wonderful!” as they stepped into his office, “Katherine must be pleased.”
: “We both are. Now what is going on?”
: James looked at him, “How well do you know Native American history?’’
: “I’m an archeologist, James, remember? And I spent time in the desert town for most of my childhood. I know my way around.”
: “Excellent,” James said, “I was approached by members of the Cherokee nation that have heard of your work. They need your help.”
: “What sort of help?”
: “There was a minor disturbance in their nation. An earthquake, they gather.”
: “Earthquakes in Oklahoma?” surprised.
: “They believe something odd is a foot,” James said, “They noticed that the ground spilt, making a crevice. One of their people is an archeologist of sorts and noticed rock drawings.”
: “Rock drawings? You mean paintings?”
: “They are not certain. They want your help in examming the crevice. See what you discover and they are willing to pay handsomely for your findings.”
: “James,” Indy said, “I just got back from Russia and I wanted to get ready for the twins.”
: “You’ll get back in time,” James concluded, “If not take Katherine with you…”
: “Absolutely not,” he roared, “I almost lost her in India. If anything happened to her…”
: James raised his hand, “Just consider it, Indy. Who knows what you can discover?”
: Indy shook his head and said, “My mind is made up. Good day, James,” as he walked out of his office.
: “I have a feeling,” James concurred, “that your mind will change.”

: Chapter 3
: “That was great, Mom,” Rebecca said, pushing her plate aside, “Now I know why I live at my own place. Too much of this and I would be big as a house.”
: Kate chuckled and Indy smiled, “You’re as every bit as pretty as your mother, Becky,” and then looked at Kate, “But there are a few differences.”
: Kate punched him lightly on his arm, “Watch it, Indy. Remember who you’re married to?”
: Indy leaned back in his chair as Becky wiped her mouth with a napkin and got up, “I better head back. Big art history exam tomorrow.”
: “You can stay here,” Kate said, “There is plenty of bedrooms, you know.”
: “Thanks, Mom, but I’m meeting a few people for a study session,” kissing her mother’s cheek, “I promise I’ll be here longer next time.”
: Becky left, the front door slamming, as Kate looked at Indy with a frown, “What’s wrong?”
: “Wrong? What could be wrong?” looking at her.
: Kate sighed as she got up and picked up the dinner plates, “I know you too well. Something happened this afternoon. With James, perhaps?”
: “Did you talk to James?”
: “No, Becky mentioned it in passing,” as she put the plates in the sink and wiped her hands with a towel, “So, tell me.”
: “He wanted me to go to Oklahoma, an expedition of sorts.”
: “The Cherokee Nation?” 
: Indy nodded, “Apparently they had a minor quake and the ground broke way. They find some rock painting and want me to look what they could be.”
: “So when do you go?”
: “I’m not,” taking a sip of wine in front of him; “I turned it down.”
: “You turned it down?” astonished, “But why?”
: “I just got back from one expedition. I wanted to take it easy until the twins were born.”
: Kate watched him with curious blue eyes and said, “Go.”
: “Go where?”
: “Go to the expedition. It’s killing you inside. It’s like when we’re getting amorous in bed and then you back off, thinking it would hurt the babies. You’re aching to do it, but you’re trying to be noble. And frankly, I know you want to do it.”
: Indy looked at her with astonishment; “I don’t know when I’ll be back, Kate. It could take a couple of months and I wanted...”
: “I know you wanted to,” Kate said, “That’s why I’m coming with you.”
: “No,” roughly, “That’s out of the question.”
: “Nothing is going to happen,” she snapped, “Oklahoma is not India. India was just a fluke. And just like you were being noble of not taking the expedition, I’m being noble of not staying at home. I want to go.”
: “Christ, you’re stubborn,” he muttered.
: Knowing she won, she kissed his cheek, “Which is one of the reasons you married me. You can admit that, right?”
: Indy smiled a little and kissed her back, “First sign of trouble, labor or other wise, you’re going home.”
: “Aye-aye, Dr. Jones,” giving a mock salute, “Now shouldn’t you call James?”
: Reaching for the phone, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing the right thing.

: May 1950
: THE CHEROKEE NATION
: Chapter 4
: Three weeks into the expedition, Kate walked outside of their temporary home. The Oklahoma sun was too uncomfortable for being pregnant as she fanned herself and heard,
: “Woman of digger, we meet again.”
: She turned and saw Anna, or Owl Feather as she was called, coming towards her. Despite her protests, Indy insisted that she’d be watched after while he was gone to dig. Anna, who was the chief’s wife, brought it upon herself to help her. Kate smiled and waved as she came closer to her, “Anna…”
: “Owl Feather,” the woman said, “You should be resting. It is getting close to the birth.”
: “I’m fine,” dismissing her, “The twins are kicking and are restless. Resting would not help.”
: Owl Feather smiled and said, “Your boys will be fine.”
: Kate was astonished at the fact that Owl Feather predicted that her babies were boys as if was too eerie somehow. When she mentioned it to Indy, he grinned and said, “Could be why they are kicking up a storm.”
: Owl Feather continued, “It is almost lunchtime. The men will be back. Come and help me prepare the meal.”
: Eagerly, Kate helped her prepare lunch for Indy, Owl Feather’s husband, and the diggers. Her husband’s hazel eyes was full of concern and started, “Kate…”
: “She is fine,” Owl Feather said, “I have been watching her.”
: Indy smiled and went to Kate’s side, “Are you sure…”
: “Indy,” as she swatted his arm lightly, “I’m fine. I have been pregnant before.”
: He shook his head as they sat down to eat, a shiver went down his spine, “Cold?” she asked.
: “Just worried,” looking around, “I feel that something is wrong.”
: “You’re just paranoid,” rebuked, “Everything’s normal.”
: “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
: Kate shook her head, “What could possibly go wrong?”
: Indy smiled and squeezed her hand, hoping that his wife was right

: Chapter 5
: The next day, Kate was walking around the village, a basket in her hand and hat protected her from the shade. She grasped the stalks of corn as she heard, “Do not move.”
: Thinking it was Indy disguising his voice, she chuckled and said, “Indy, you joker, what are you…” as she turned and faced an unknown man, “Who are …” as she slumped to the ground.

: Indy came back from the dig, looking around for Kate at their lodgings. He went through the bedroom, peeked in the bathroom, and went into the common room, “Have you seen my wife?” asking the group of women sitting there.
: “Not for hours, Dr. Jones,” replied one of them; “She went out to the fields.”
: Hours? his eyebrows shot up and went back to their room, grabbing his Webley and whip as he heard, “Dr. Jones!”
: He turned and saw Owl Feather, trembling, “What is it?”
: “It is concerning your wife. She is in grave danger.”
: “Where is she?”
: “I do not know,” staring at him, “I sense her fear but she does not where she is.”
: Indy was astounded by her revelation and said, “You must know…”
: “No, Dr. Jones,” gravely, “I do not know. Not yet.”
: Indy stormed out of the room, towards the fields, hoping to find some answers.

: Chapter 6
: Oh, my head, Kate thought as she felt the throbbing pulse in her forehead as she tried to rub the spot but found her hands tied. Where in the hell am I? , she wondered, staring at the dark lodgings.
: “Ah, Mrs. Jones, so glad you have woken up. Or should I say Dr. Tyler?”
: She turned to the voice, coming from the corner, “Who are you?”
: “Names are not important,” the voice replied.
: “Sure it is. Since you happen to know mine,” as she struggled with her bonds.
: The person attached to the voice came forward as Kate remembered the man from the fields, “What do you want?”
: “The dream catcher.”
: “What dream catcher?” puzzled.
: “It is buried in the crevice where Dr. Jones is at.”
: “The only dream catcher I know about is a myth. A story in Native American history.”
: “You know your archeology, Dr. Tyler. I am impressed.”
: Kate ignored the remark and demanded, “Who are you?”
: “You will find out soon enough. If your husband will cooperate.”
: “What makes you think he will? Indy’s never cooperates with deceitful creatures like you,” she spat.
: “On the contrary, Dr. Tyler,” staring at her with a wicked smile, “Once he realizes that I have his wife, who happens to be pregnant with his child, I know he will.”

: Chapter 7 
: by: the Fiddler
: Indy looked quickly around the fields, seeing nothing he headed toward the neat rows of corn that were higher than his head. Corn, she knows I love some good corn-on-the-cob. Maybe she's in here.
: Noticing a row that had the shucks of corn bent inward as if someone had passed through, he entered the field.
: The ground was damp from recent watering, this caused tracks to be easily formed. Indy was no tracker, but it was quite obvious that someone with small feet had passed through this way, sinking into the damp dirt as much as he was. The profile fit his wife because of the added weight of the babies.
: Following the row further, Indy came to a miniature "clearing" in the corn. Here the corn had been smashed down in a small area spanning three or so rows. The row he had come down continued on the other side of the trampled area, but looked as if something had torn through the corn without thought to it's well-being.
: Quickly Indy continued down the row. As he did he noticed the ground was extremely torn up in the row. Instead of the smooth little ditch that is created after water has flown down a furrow, there was signs of people passing, and what looked to Indy like something being drug.
: As he neared the other end of the field he slowed his pace and stepped carefully from the end of the row.
: There was nothing on the other side... just miles as miles of wide-open space. A two-track dirt road ran down the end of the field, perpendicular to the rows. The footprints and markings from whatever had been drug, ended here. Damn!
: Heading back to his lodgings to pick up some gear and see about using an auto, Indy jumped as something was suddenly jammed into the ground a few feet in front of him. The arrow had sunk deeply into the ground. Instantly on guard, Indy crouched as he whirled around looking for the source from which the arrow came.
: Seeing nothing, it hit him: there was something attached to the arrow, it hadn't been meant to hit him, just deliver whatever was attached to the arrow. Indy retrieved the arrow and carefully removed the small piece of parchment that was wrapped tightly around the shaft of the arrow. The arrow was not of Native American construction, but rather a hunting arrow with a cross-style hunting head and three plastic "feathers" on the tail end.
: Had anyone been observing, they would have seen Indy open the note, then slowly read it. As he read, they might have noticed his eyes slowly narrow into a scowl. Then, after reading, look up, and crumple the note in his hand as his jaw bulged slightly from clenching his teeth underneath already tightly-closed lips.

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