She indulges herself with a black stud.
As the letter said, we are willing to pay for information if what you know is important to us. We gave you two thousand earlier, and we have another two for you after this conversation. Sound fair?"
George looked confused. "The Chim-a-what tribe?" He then looked at Nick questioningly, "Bro, you ever heard of that?" Nick merely shook his head, also with a look of confusion on his face.
Sam saw the looks on the two men's faces and said, "Mr. Medina, we are glad that you brought your friend with you, but really, this is all about you. Mr. Calvillo has no connection to this that we are aware of."
Still looking confused, George replied, "Dude, I'd love to have something to tell you. Two grand is a lot of money to me, but I honestly have no idea what you are taking about. You said something about land developers?"
"Okay, let's back up a bit," Sam said, "Have you signed any legal documents lately?
"Just that stuff for medical insurance, and I was lucky to get that after those County bastards took away our coverage at work!"
Nick nodded his head, but he didn't say anything.
"Health insurance?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, that salesman guy hooked me up with some sort of Government program; he said it was only for indigenous people. Hell, I didn't even know that Mexicans were indigenous! He had Nick sign a bunch of that stuff too; he said that we'd have insurance by the end of this month."
"We signed a ton of stuff," Nick said. "At least a couple dozen pages, we had no idea what any of that stuff meant. Who understands that insurance stuff anyway?"
"Did you guys get copies?" Tom asked.
"No, he said that we'd receive them by the end of the month, but I haven't gotten anything yet."
"That was last month, bro," Nick interjected.
"Okay, I think I'm starting to figure this out," Sam said slowly, "Do you guys have any contact information for this 'salesman guy'?"
"Yeah, I think so," George said, reaching for his wallet. "He gave me his card...ah, here it is," he said, as he handed it to Sam.
Sam looked at the card and immediately recognized the name, Jebidiah Walker of Kristol, Rice, Lieberman, and Feith. He scowled and then handed the card to Tom. "This is the law firm that works for Waters Land Development. As far as I know, they don't do medical insurance."
George looked surprised, "How would I know that? I'm from Fresno!"
Sam thought for a moment and then answered, "This has gotten really confusing. Clearly, Walker was lying to you, which after speaking with him one time, doesn't surprise me. It looks like he got the two of you to sign a bunch of legal documents that had absolutely nothing to do with health insurance. This will take some time to sort out, so how would you two like to bring your families for a week-long free vacation at the Whiskey Lake Resort. If you will come up and meet with our lawyers and try to solve this, I will get you set up with free rooms and meals, as well as some spending money for your families while you are there. If everything goes well, we'll authorize a further pay-out for both of you when we get to the end of all of this. How does that sound?"
"Do we still get the two thousand tonight," Nick said quickly.
"We'll make it four," Tom said smiling.
"You are telling me that it will be safe for us to go on a run here?"
"Yes granddaughter, the Goddess said that the original true People would run for their shaman on the first night when he blessed them."
"Grandfather, I don't understand. True People? Blessed us? You are speaking in riddles again."
"I can't answer your question about 'true People' yet, that is something that you will learn about later, but I can speak to the rest. I am your shaman; Xwun called me to leave the desert and come here to raise a young boy in the ways of the People, and then to bind him to his mate when he brought her to meet me. Tonight, you've had your mating meal in the presence of your mother, and now it is time to begin the change."
"But grandfather, what change?