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Pirate Strike by David L.
Robbins
CHAPTER ONE
Evil forces were abroad.

Red Hawk stepped from the comfortable warmth of his family's lodge
into the chill of the October night, drew his brown blanket tighter around
his slim shoulders, and lifted his craggy face to the stars. A westerly breeze
stirred his shoulder-length gray hair. He looked to the south, in the
direction of the Fraser River, his blue eyes narrowing when he spied the
flickering light in the distance. Could it be a campfire? he wondered. No.
The light was too large.

The raven had been right.

He moved several yards from the cedar house, his moccasins scuffing
the earth underfoot, and inhaled deeply. An abrupt, inexplicable fear
welled within him, a fear for the safety of his loved ones, and he
instinctively raised his thin arms to the heavens, calling on the power of
the Everywhere Spirit to compose his mind and soothe his soul. He heard
the door opening behind him and quickly lowered his arms, but not
quickly enough. She had seen.

"Grandfather, what are you doing?"

Red Hawk turned and regarded his granddaughter affectionately,
although he knew what was coming. "Getting some fresh air, Goldenrod."

"Don't call me that, Grandfather. You know I prefer Jeannie," she
admonished him. In her left hand she held a lantern.
 "Jeannie is a white man's name," Red Hawk said, staring at her yellow
blouse and green pants, both obtained at Ostman's Trading Post, and
frowning. "Goldenrod is the name your mother gave you, and Goldenrod is
the name I will call you until the day I die."

"I know," Jeannie stated, and sighed. "Believe me, I know." She was a
stout woman, 32 years of age, who had spent all of her life on the
Canadian frontier, and whose rugged, forthright character had been
forged by the hardships of living in British Columbia. "Now what are you
doing out here?"

"Your mother would rise from her grave if she knew that you had