The Valley of Dry Bones by Jerry B. Jenkins
“I need a satellite phone, some way to communicate with whoever’s in charge of the military there. But I also need to talk to Kaga and know it’s private.”
“I don’t see how you’re going to be able to do that, Zeke,” Katashi said. “You can’t get to him, and Willard can’t bring him to you, and you can’t meet somewhere neutral without being followed. You can’t talk, even if they outfit you both with sat phones, because those are easily monitored. What do you want with Kaga, anyway? You’ll see him tonight if you’re still determined to go.”
“Oh, I’m going, especially if all this works out. But what I need him to do is to tell the military or even the White House, if I can get that far, his demands.”
“His demands?” Katashi said. “You sure he wants any part of this?”
“He will! All I need is for him to insist that the service not be violated.”
“Hey, Zeke,” Willard said, “jes’ tell me what you want him to say, and I’ll tell ’im.”
Zeke had to think about that.
“C’mon, man. I done caused ya ’nough grief over the years. Lemme help ya now.”
“You’ll remember if I tell you exactly what I need him to say?”
“Can I remember? I kept accounts in my head for a week and never fergot a nickel. Give a bid’nessman some credit.”
“Tell me this,” Katashi said. “If you can talk some military leader into a satellite telephone for Zeke, how’re you gonna get it to him and be sure you’re not followed?”
“Well, I guess I can’t guarantee nothin’, but you borrow me a bike and I’ll do some kinda ridin’ you or nobody ain’t never seen b’fore. If they can track and keep up with me, y’all oughta just surrender’n’ and tip yer hats to ’em.”
“All right,” Zeke said, “you need me to write out what you need to say to Clarence and to Kaga so you can memorize it?”
Willard laughed. “Do I look like somebody what can read? Jes’ tell me and I’ll have it. Then gimme my guns and I’m outta here.”
Zeke leaned forward and gestured so both Katashi and Willard pulled in close too. “As a new believer, you need to know how this works. I feel like God is in this and wants me to do it. But Katashi is on the elder board with me, and I need his input to confirm that. If I’m right, God will give him peace about the decision too. If He doesn’t, I have to wait. So before I just forge ahead in the heat of the moment because it sounds exciting, I’m going to ask Katashi to prayerfully think about it, and he knows there’s no pressure from me. If he doesn’t feel peace and freedom about it, I’m not going to push it.”
“How long y’all gon’ wait?”
“I’m leaving for the service at dark. If we go without a plan, we all know what will happen. If I’m the only one at peace about going, so be it.”
“Like I said, I’ll be there.”
Katashi smiled and shook his head. “You’re an idiot, Zeke.”
“You’re not the first who’s told me that, and you won’t be the last.”
“And we’re probably going to be arrested.”
“We?”
Katashi nodded. “I’ve got nothing better to do tonight.”
Willard looked them both full in the face. “Is that his way o’ sayin’ he’s got peace?”
“I guess,” Zeke said. “And he calls me an idiot. All right, so here’s what I need you to say to Clarence and to Kaga . . .”
Zeke spent forty minutes listening to the TV news audio feeds about himself, Doc, and Pastor Bob, the dangerous cult, the cache of weapons, the terrorist threat, the oppression of indigenous tribes’ religions, and the rumors of Native American genocide. Then he strolled the perimeter of the compound, scanning the horizon and the skies for any hint of foot, vehicular, or air traffic while praying that God would calm him and keep him focused on what He wanted Zeke to say, if indeed this was the audience the Lord had in mind.
About half an hour later a dot appeared on the horizon to the southwest, so Zeke moved quickly to the decline and descended till only his eyes cleared the ground. The high-pitched whine of the dirt bike soon reached him and the wide-arcing swerves told him it was Willard. He slipped inside the utility door to see Alexis waiting by the garage door button. He gave her a nod and she pushed it. Willard flew in and skidded to stop.
As he leapt off the bike, he pulled from his belt a phone and held it aloft. They followed Alexis down the corridor to the Thorppes’ quarters. “Bob, Doc, and Katashi are waiting,” she said. “Everybody else is in the Commons, praying. They’re expecting dinner with you all before you leave. Jennie wants to meet Willard.”
“Sounds good,” Zeke said, noticing she looked near tears. He stopped outside their door and pulled her close. “You all right?”
She pressed her lips together and nodded. “This is what we signed up for, isn’t it?” she said.
When the three of them entered and sat and the others saw the satellite phone, Doc clapped. “Let’s hear it from the top. What happened?”
Willard set the phone in the middle of the table. It was encased in black leather with a solid rubberized antenna about six inches long. “This here’s the power,” he said, pointing to a button. “And this here’s a speed dial that goes to—”
“Can’t he start at the beginning, Zeke?” Doc said. “I’m not trying to be diffic—”
“Right,” Zeke said. “Walk us through it.”
“Well, I git there, and it’s like they think I’m stupid er somethin’, like I can’t see the soldiers in the trees ’cause they’re wearing camo. They got binocs pointed at me an’ stuff, and I figger they got their sights on me too, ya know, so I don’t worry much about field glasses. The Injun kids are playin’ like nothin’s goin’ on, and the only car there is the agents’. They’re hangin’ around in their suits like it’s gonna be a picnic and like I’m s’posed to think there’s nothin’ goin’ on ’cause no other cars, right?
“So the little girl, that real friendly, smilin’ one—”
“Zaltana,” Alexis said.
“That’s the one. She comes runnin’, hollerin’ somethin’ about am I there for the Cryin’ Service what ain’t gonna start till after dark and whatnot an’ her ma comes out and yells at her tellin’ her ‘No, he is not.’ So I go up to Fritz and Cianci and I say, ‘So I’m not welcome, but are all the GIs invited?’ and they’re like, ‘What? What’re you talkin’ about, dude?’ and I’m like, ‘Oh, yeah, sorry, I fergot I was blind and stupid. I don’t listen to the news!’”
“Good one, Willard,” Katashi said.
“So then the best thing that coulda happened happens,” Willard said. “Clarence, my guy, tells Fritz, he says, ‘Let me handle this,’ and he pulls me aside and we start walkin’ between the huts! How cool is this? He tells me, he says, ‘WatDoc, you better make yourself scarce when this thing goes down tonight if you know what’s good for you.’
“So I tell him I happen to know that unless he plays his cards right and does somethin’ smart, the whole thing’s gonna blow up in his face and he’s gonna look stupid. ’Course he says what do I mean so I tell him, ‘What I mean is I finally found Ezekiel Thorppe after losin’ you the other night and you guys listen to the news too and unless either the coast is clear or certain promises are made, Thorppe’s not comin’.’
“I thought, He’s gonna blow a gasket. He turns white an’ tells me that can’t be, that Kaga invited you and you gotta come an’ his repatation’s on the line, the whole bit. I say too bad, there’s still a way he kin be a hero but the way it stands it ain’t gon’ happen, and I start walkin’ away.”
“You’re good,” Katashi said.
“I know I am. I mean, I’m not braggin’, I’m jes’ havin’ fun. But he says, ‘How do we fix this, how do we make it work?’ an’ I say, ‘My man’s gotta talk to whoever’s in charge.’ Well, he says that’s impossible so I say, ‘Fine, he ain’t comin’,’ an’ we go back and forth like that and finally I say, ‘If you don’t send me back with
“They don’t,” Zeke said. “Good answer.”
“So anyways, he says he’ll talk to somebody, and I go find Kaga. His daughter-in-law is on my tail, waggin’ her finger at me and tellin’ me to remember she said I wasn’t welcome tonight and all that, and I told her ‘I know, I won’t ferget, but I need to talk to the chief.’ ’Course I know that bugs her and she tells me, ‘He’s not the chief, he’s tribal leader and he’s in mournin’,’ but still she shows me where he is.
“I get there and he waves her off and I tell him everything you tol’ me to.”
“Do you know if he told anyone?”
“He did! He followed me out and when Clarence got back with that phone, Kaga told him. He said, ‘Nothing stops the ceremony. Mr. Zeke and his friends are my guests, and whoever I choose to speak will speak. No one is to dishonor my mother by interrupting.’
“But then the best thing ever happened! Kineks comes marchin’ over and tells him, ‘Remember, you said this man was not to come tonight.’ And he says, ‘I remember. But I have changed my mind. He may come.’ And she says, ‘No!’ And he says, ‘As long as I am tribal leader, you do not tell me “no”!’ Oh, she was mad! And I was happy!”
“Good job, Willard!”
“I thought so. I tol’ you I could remember.”
“You remembered everything, man,” Zeke said. “So this phone direct-dials to—”
“The army guy, I guess. They said you can’t even try to call anybody else.”
“Did you see this man, know who he is?”
“Nope. Clarence give me the phone. Said it’ll connect right to the guy. He’ll be waitin’.”
“Any idea whether this thing will work underground?”
“I’m guessin’ it will. Clarence said somethin’ about usin’ them things to call Washington from overseas, so . . .”
Zeke mashed the power button, a green light came on, and the unit whined as it came to life. “I’m going to ask you all to pray for me as I talk to this man, because I sense this call is going to be just as important as whatever I say tonight.”
“Let’s pray,” Bob said, and they all knelt as Zeke pressed the speed-dial button.
After several loud chirps, a crisp, male voice said, “I’m listening.”
Zeke said, “To whom am I speaking?”
“This is United States Special Forces Alpha Team Detachment Commander Brent Kendall. Is this Ezekiel Thorppe?”
“Yes, it is.”
“The phone you have been issued accommodates your request to speak with me, sir.”
“Commander Kendall, I understand you intend to arrest me and certain associates of mine for reasons unclear to me. As we are innocent of any actions requiring this, we would like to avoid any confrontation.”
“Avoiding confrontation is advisable, Mr. Thorppe. As I said, I’m listening.”
“We have not met, have we, Commander Kendall?”
“Affirmative, although I have been issued a complete dossier on you, sir.”
“Meaning you know where I was born and raised and educated, where I worked, and you have a record of my moving violations.”
“Up to and including your eluding arrest as recently as the early morning hours of Tuesday.”
“Is it fair to say you have no idea the size of my organization or what ties I might have with any others?”
“I prefer not to reveal the extent of our intelligence, Mr. Thorppe.”
“I’ll take that as another affirmative.”
“May I know your intentions at 1930 hours this evening, sir?”
“Four associates and I plan to attend a burial service at the Nuwuwu settlement, where you are encamped. I have been asked to bring remarks on behalf of the tribal leader.”
“Will you or your associates be armed, Mr. Thorppe?”
“Will you or yours, Commander Kendall?”
“Not only will we be armed, Mr. Thorppe, but we will have metal-detecting equipment operable from nearly half a mile away, and our weapons have a kill range of twice that distance. You do not want to engage our personnel.”
“If I can be guaranteed that we will not in any way be—”
“Before you proceed, Mr. Thorppe, I must inform you that you are considered by the United States government an armed and dangerous enemy combatant, and thus a party with whom I am forbidden to negotiate.”
“Allow me then to stipulate that if I can be assured that neither I nor my associates will be in any way confronted, harassed, or detained in advance of or during the service, we will arrive unarmed and will accede to publicly and peaceably surrendering to you and returning the phone you provided.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
“That sounds like a negotiation, Commander.”
“I submit that is merely an agreement.”
“I will, however, need a commitment from the White House,” Zeke said.
“I’m sorry?”
“Do you really need that repeated?”
“No, but I assume you know that it is out of the question.”
“Ask him if he belongs to Me.”
If he belongs to You, Lord?
“You know the answer.”
“Excuse me, Commander, but are you a man of faith?”
Pause.
“Mr. Thorppe, we may have a difference of opinion on what constitutes faith. I understand that you lead a group—”
“I apologize for interrupting, Commander, but you may be surprised at my definition of faith. It’s not a trick question. Are you a follower of Christ?”
“It happens that I am, but I do not discuss my personal life in the course of military busi—”
“I understand. I just wanted to assure myself that we have something in common. I’m aware that I would not have access to President Scott. Despite whatever intelligence you have access to, I’m not a lunatic. But surely someone at a national security level can be given access to this line and assure me that if my associates and I show up at this sacred ceremony unarmed and in peace, willing to surrender at the end of it, we will be treated fairly and with respect and assured due process. When I receive a call from the White House with that assurance, we will arrive on that basis. Otherwise, your search for us will incur much more time and personnel and expense, and surely no one wants that. Until then, my brother in Christ, good-bye.”
34
THE ARRIVAL
ZEKE, AND LIKELY everyone else in the room, thought the commander had called his bluff when twenty-five minutes passed and the phone sat silent. One by one they rose and sat with him at the table.
“Y’all really not goin’ if ya don’t hear from nobody?” Willard said.
“I’m going,” Zeke said. “I can’t ask anyone else to go.”
“I’ll take ya.”
“Thanks. You guys wait for me in the Commons. Alexis and I will see you at dinner.”
When they were gone, Alexis said, “Are you sure you should go?”
He nodded. “I won’t take anyone else. They’ll find they’ve got nothing on me, and when they come here they’re going to be very disappointed at the extent of our massive terrorist organization.”
“But are Bob and Doc right? Won’t they have to invent a story to make you—and us—look horrible so the president looks heroic?”
“If that’s the price of my getting a chance to say whatever it is God wants me to say—”
The sat phone chirped and they stared at each other.
“This is Ezekiel Thorppe.”
“Will you hold for a call from the White House?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“One moment please.”
“Mr. Thorppe?”
“Yes.”
“My n
“That is exactly right.”
“I have been authorized by President Scott to approve that.”
“Really?”
“Yes, sir. Will there be anything else?”
“Is he there, in the room?”
She chuckled. “You know I would not be at liberty to confirm that even if he were, sir. But no, he is not.”
“There is one more thing I could use help with.”
“There is?”
“Since you asked.”
“I was just being polite, sir.”
“I know, but I’ll pay for it, and it might reflect well on the president.”
She sighed. “I can’t promise, but I’m curious now.”
He told her of hoping to reunite Willard with his long-lost aunt, and he gave her Myrtle Geer’s address. There was a long pause.
“Our travel office is the best in the world, but you know there are no commercial airports still operating in California.”
“You flew a lot of military personnel in here today.”
“You wouldn’t want to pay for a flight like that.”
“I’m willing.”
“But you’re not even sure she’s still living or if she has an operable phone?”
“I’m not. But Ms. Pugh, if you find her and she wants to know what it’s all about, just say Willard and John 3:16.”
Another pause. “No promises, and our previous arrangement holds regardless.”
“Agreed.”
Alexis went to tell the others the visit was on while Zeke spent the rest of the time before dinner praying that God would give him just the right words.
The meal proved a quiet, nervous affair, where it was obvious many were worried that this night might mark the end of their ministry. “Look at it this way,” Zeke said. “Maybe it will be the end of us as a secret. We’ll have no more reason to hide. Everyone will know we’re here and why. We might even gain support from people eager to help.”