Back in Franklin City, Jordan and Jessie were bedding down by the wagons when Thomas and Hank rode up.
"Jes, girl, you know I love you and our kids, please come back to me," begged Hank.
"Jordan, you always have been the one to rock my boat, and we should've stood up for you all and left a long time ago, please my matriarch," said Thomas.
They looked at them, not knowing whether to believe them or not. Sitting Pony couldn't cross over, but Elliott could, and he followed right across the line.
"(He will be back, we hear it, it'll be our time,)" said Sitting Pony in his native language.
"(I hope he leaves us some. No one lays a hand on the family and lives to tell about it,)" said Nucasha in his native language.
Then they headed toward to camp.
Back in Franklin City,
"You sure this is what you want—the family, the farm, back in the circle?" asked Jordan and Jessie as Thomas and Hank walked up to them, gently stroking their faces.
"You and our kids are my life. I want the crown, the circle, the farm life, my wife, and my kids," said Hank.
"We are done traveling. We are done wearing robes and gambles; we want to be with the family," said Thomas.
Marco walked up, smiling as he crossed his arms. "Girls, it looks like they're back home to me, and the Inner Circle needs to be completed," said Marco.
"It hasn't just got to be up to me. Teeno, Heather, Cameron—your father is back. It's up to you if you want him back," said Jessie.
"Frankie, Preston, Nancy—it is up to you," said Jordan.
They all walked out, and Frankie and Preston helped Nancy. Thomas saw how beat up his baby girl was, and it broke him. He wanted that piece of crap now.
"Let them in, Mom, it's about time Dad's coming back," said all three of their kids.
"He's ready to be back for good, Mom, why not take him back?" said Frankie.
"The core pack has spoken. Hank Joseph Garrett, the family is where you belong, because you are part of the bloodline, and you are the patriarch, the voice," said Jessie.
He smiled. "Yes, Mrs. Garrett, this husband is here to stay." They kissed each other.
"That goes for you too, Thomas Morrison Garrett. You are part of the inner circle, you are what the timber chose as the monarch, the eyes," said Jordan.
"I am here to stay for good," said Thomas. They kissed each other too.
"All we need is Uncle Nucasha," said Preston.
"He needs to be with his parents. Time will bring him to us, let's go home," said Jessie.
Ross and the boys rode in. "The house is yours, I need you in Franklin City. I filled it with food and booze for you boys, and here is your pay for the day's work." He pulled out a check for $456,700.
Ross took it. "Thanks, boss, we'll remain here," said Ross.
They helped her into the wagons, dismounted, and walked into the penthouse as the rest mounted up and rode out of the city. Ross closed the door beAhind them.
Got it. My apologies—not "tools," not "sablooz," but blood.
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Meanwhile, across state lines, the San Jose is dead on the women beater's ass. With every inch of his body in pain, he is risking getting help and medical attention. Lucky for him, he has family and friends across state lines. The Rainbow Tribe retired back home, and Hawk Eyes, a Red Devil, welcomed them to their camp.
Red Feathers walked up to Sitting Pony. "(What is the deal with you and these white people? They stole our land,)" said Red Feathers in his native language.
"(Land is land. Marco left the native lands to us, and they are blood family,)" said Sitting Pony.
Sky Dancer walked up. "(We heal them and give them our blood to survive. Nucasha, how is Nancy?)" asked Sky Dancer.
"(You mixed your blood with theirs!)" called out Red Feathers's mate and Hawk Eyes's mother in disgust, standing with a knife in her native language.
"(She is poorly, Mother. He's lucky he made it across. I delivered all of their kids and named them all. They are blood family—something you three do not understand,)" said Nucasha.
"(You need not listen to anyone or the war council. You only need to be you. The sleeper has to awaken, son,)" Sitting Pony told him in his native language.
All three looked at them with disgust and hatred.
"(Yes, Father,)" said Nucasha in his native language.
They got off their horses and rode into the gates.
"This is home? How many acres is this?" asked Hank II.
"Two thousand acres of pond, the Black Timber forest, lawns, hay fields, barn houses, tool sheds, farmland," said Marco.
They stopped at the house. Thomas jumped off the wagon and picked up Nancy while the others unlocked the wagons and walked back inside the house.
Meanwhile, they are near the man, firing at him, determined to get him. Back at the Rainbow Tribe camp, Nucasha is at peace, though connected to the land, when Hawk Eyes walked up to...
What does Hawk Eyes say or do next as he walks up to Nucasha? "( "(You can become Crazy Horse, the one to remove these white people and get our land back,)" said Hawk Eyes in his native language.
"(I have nothing against the homesteaders. They have a right to live where they want as long as they do not cross our holy grounds,)" said Nucasha in his native language. "(And my name is Nucasha, not some Crazy Horse. I do not want to be chief.)" He closed his eyes, sinking back into his connection with the land.
"(Your father is a chief; it is in your blood,)" Hawk Eyes pushed.
"(Nope, we all have our own path and destiny to follow. Mine is not to become a tribal leader. Be gone,)" Nucasha told him in his native language.
Crossed state lines. Elliott grabbed him, throwing him off his horse—bruised and sore even more. They circled around him. Lance got off his horse and grabbed him. Elliott dismounted, his spurs kicking up dust as he walked up.
"Do you know who you beat up and almost killed?" said Elliott.
"Some lazy-ass bitch I hooked up with," the man spat.
They laughed bitterly.
"That lazy bitch is the Black Timber bloodline, daughter to Jordan Ashley Garrett of the Black Timber homestead, and the frontier law and state law, known by the bounty of the law queens of hearts, daughter to the powerhouse judge Thomas Morrison Garrett, Judge 40, and granddaughter to the founder of Houston who paid your way to be and come here, picked to have the amber blood of the land. When you hit her, you just marked your own grave and tomb, boy. She is my god-niece. Anyone who lays a hand on any of my godkids has a date with the devil," Elliott snarled, and started hitting him harder than Ross and Buck.
The man started coughing up blood. Back at the Black Timber homestead, inside the house, Thomas laid Nancy on the bed and covered her up.
Outside, all five of the core pack walked into the timber to the Timber River—the amber river of the timber. Hank II accepted the timber and being in the bloodline family. Deep in the woods, they reached the river and dove in, sinking deeper as they swam. The water glowed gold around them, and the amber blood surged into their veins. Everything toxic was stripped away, replaced with love, authority, family, and peace. They rose from the river not just as men and women, but as lawmen and the next generation's bloodline to the timber.
They walked out of the timber, dripping wet. Jordan handed them towels.
"How do you all finally feel?" asked Jordan.
They took the towels and dried themselves off.
"Amazing. I feel free from the world," said Hank II.
"It's so good to have my crown blood restored in me," said Teeno.
"You five are the core pack, protectors of the house and the little ones. When I'm not around, you are in charge. Pick what chores you want," said Hank. "You want the hay fields with me, Preston?"
"We got it," said Preston.
"The hay fields are yours, Frankie?" asked Jordan.
"I want to cut wood and stock up the wood piles," said Frankie.
"Pick your axe; cutting wood is yours. Heather and Hank II?" said Hank.
"Collecting eggs," said Heather.
"Sounds good to me," said Hank II.
Jessie handed them two sets of clothes—farming clothes and law outfits.
"After we get done with the chores, we'll see if Ellais has the trading and selling ledger full. Sometimes we get calls for help. Let's wash up and get ready for dinner," said Jessie.
They walked toward the wash house, while Marco walked into the kitchen.