The Backward Time Traveler

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Extract

The next night, Bardo and Keera glided over the tipis, horses, and people until he pointed out a young woman.

A new widow, Bardo explained. The trauma of her life had caused a shift in her perspective. Her name is Rain Bird.

Keera moved closer and made initial contact. Rain Bird stopped walking and shook her head as if to free it from bad thoughts. Keera tried to control the arms. Not possible. Rain Bird waved them like a windmill gone mad. “She’s not letting me in.”

Try again. Talk to her.

Keera attempted to merge again. Rain Bird dropped the bladder. “Aiiieeeh!”
Keera backed off. “Do not be frightened. I have come to help.”

“Who are you?” Rain Bird asked, her face frozen, her body stiff.

“A friend.”

“No. You are death spirit.” She sank to the ground, crossed her legs, rested arms on knees, and launched into a keening wail.

“Wait,” Keera said, alarmed. “I am no death spirit. I’m your friend.”

Rain Bird asked, “When is my time? I have no strong heart for living these days.”

“I don’t know the end your days, but we need to be together first.”

“Have you lost your body? Was it not fit for use when you passed into the land of many tipis?”

“My other body is not fit for here, but yours is. I can help you during my stay.”

“I have tasks? You’ll help?”

“Yes. Now, you must be still. Allow me to move closer.”

“I’m ready.” She closed her eyes.

Keera slid into Rain Bird’s body. Her blood pumped madly, muscles tensing.

Synapses sparked urgent messages along Rain Bird’s spine. Keera tried to steady her, coaxing her toward stillness.

Rain Bird became slowly quiescent as Keera settled into her new body, and her new life.

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