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truth? Life on Earth, one long I love Lucy episode on dark matter and giant-making steroids.”
    “The Hummer squads are bio-steroid giants, Sedona.”
    “No more fun for the fallen angels of antiquity, interbreed with the local women. Make baby giants. Now it’s all in the lab.”
    “There are fallen angels, The Dark Masters, and there are angels fallen to Earth, as Light. But it’s not time for us to face them down, destroy their minions.”
    “You don’t want to just leap the cycle over them?” she teased, wondering if that was a possibility.
    “Don’t want them to know what power they’re dealing with yet. Too much disruption of the timeline.”
    “Oh, that tricky timeline—forwards, backwards, sideways—everything actually occurring all at once. Speaking of time. Do I have time for a rest stop?”
    “I won’t look,” he promised, “if you stay close.”
    “A gallant cherub. Never in my wildest dreams.” Sedona dismounted, a bit stiff. She took off the helmet, ambled to a slightly hidden spot. “Drip dry,” she muttered to herself, not seeing any good leaves. “And chilly. And snakes.”
    Her heart pumping fright, she watched the small snake slither away. “Wonder if it’s an omen, meaning the snakes are on the way.”
    She stomped before squatting, and finished quickly. Hearing the hoof steps of horses, she quickened her footsteps. Three riders approached on hardy-looking mustangs.
    Volcano moved to meet them, speaking with them as if they neighborly knew each other. A young woman, a young man and a man that looked to be close to her age sat comfortably on their horses. Soon the handsome cherub motioned her over.
    “Sedona Khali,” the older man greeted, his blue eyes in contrast with his deep bronze weathered skin. “Dave BearFeather.”
    Surprised, she glanced up at him. “How do you know the name I anonymously write under, Mr. BearFeather?”
    “One freedom fighter always knows another freedom fighter.” He smiled enigmatically, then cracked a mischievous grin.
    “Your picture is on the undernet,” the young woman explained. “Dad reads all your freedom posts.”
    “Then we were destined to meet, Mr. BearFeather.” Sedona extended her hand up to him.
    “Dave.” He warmly grasped her hand. A surge of energy flowed between them, nearly electric. For an instant she saw him as he was in the shamanic realm, where he appeared as a unity of bear and feathers and human in form, and stood surrounded by other such beings.
    “Amazing,” she murmured. “Did you ask the wolves to help?”
    “No, they help you. You’ve seen them individually.”
    “Occasionally.” She felt sad when he released her hand. “Your newest grandchild will be a girl. She will follow in your path.”
    “Yes, I believed the spirit to be female, and kindred. Do you know her spirit name?”
    “She prefers Bearcat, but she also feels like a princess.” Sedona smiled, grateful she could simply be herself for once, and say what she was divinely led to reveal without fearing the consequences. “You met her briefly during your last vision.”
    “Hmm, briefly. A sprite bear cub. Eyes like her mother. Time to leave, my new friends. Follow my daughter, Donna MoonHawk and my nephew, Gary OwlBlade. I will speak with the Homeland Representative.”
    “Thank you, Dave. Many blessings.” Sedona backed away, and smiled.
    “Let true freedom ring,” he spoke her post title, then grinned. Turning his horse, he vanished into a mist portal.
    Sedona blinked, then whirled around. “Wow.” She stared at a magnificent black horse where the cycle had once been. Next, she stared at Volcano, his garments now transformed to a flannel shirt, denim jacket and jeans. Before she could speak, her own garments had changed to a copy of his.
    Swooping her up, Volcano placed her astride the black horse, then swung up behind her. He grabbed up the reins, and immediately they rode along a deer trail, following the slow lope of the