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Tim was busy over the next two months. He'd changed from long multiple
delivery runs to shorter runs to let himself be home at least once a
week with his daughter Tina who was still at home. He knew that if he
was going to be able to support her as well as see to it that Kentucky
had the best treatment available he was going to need money from at
least one if not two of the Ice Runs.
He came home one Friday afternoon, stopping at the Tomahawk to discuss
his modification plans with his friend Hatchetman who owned the Truck
Stop and the Service Garage. Frost on Leaves, his wife owned the Diner
with her younger sister Gladiola Blossom.
When he'd called ahead and Hatchet told him that Tina was working there,
he naturally thought she was waitressing. So he was surprised when he
found her looking out at him from under the hood of an old Ford Semi
Tractor where she was changing out the Glow Plugs.
"Tina?" he asked.
"Just a minute Daddy I have two more plugs to put in," she said. Then
got nervously back to work. Sure this was just routine maintenance that
he usually had done himself at home. He hadn't been aware that she'd
paid such close attention to everything he did to his own truck. Now
though he began to feel proud of his daughter.
"Tim, if she wasn't in school she'd be making a hell of a lot more money
as one of my mechanics," Hatch told him. "So what can I do for you?"
Tim gave him the list of what he needed done to the Beast.
"You realize this is going to take a lot of time, on top of the
overhaul?"
"Can it be ready in the next two months?" he asked.
"Yeah we'll have it ready, and I bet my best part time mechanic will be
a big help in getting it done right. But this is going to put you down
for almost two months." He was told.
"I'm renting a Pete from the dealership in Casper while you fix up the
Beast."
"You mean that one they just dropped off twenty minutes ago? The guys
over at the diner waiting for you," Hatchetman grinned and winked. He
hadn't wanted to mention it in front of Tina just in case Tim didn't
want her to know.
As soon as Tina was done she joined him in going to the diner where he
signed the lease on the rental truck.
"So you're really going to make the Ice Runs?" asked the Peterbuilt
Representative.
"You'll want to practice before you go. Plus I brought you one with Ten
Wheel drive. Just like the military's trucks, this one has an Air switch
on the dash to engage and disengage it. The boys in the shop are getting
your parts order ready to send up here for Hatchetman to do the Mods.
But do you have any place that you could practice with it when it's
done?" he asked. "You'll want to get it broken in before you go up
there."
"We've got miles and miles of canyon trails," said Tim. "And of course
I'll pay for any damages to the rental."
"Mr Wyoming, we trust you, so don't worry about the damages. We've had
more drivers trading in their other trucks to buy a Pete because they
know you and what you drive." He shook his hand and handed the keys to
him. "You tell Hatchetman if he needs any help to call David Short Leap
in our service department."
"I'll let him know."
"Hey Tina, Curtis wants to know if you'll unhook the Beast's trailer?"
said Frost on Leaves.
"Go ahead Honey you know where to drop it," Tim said. Then he kissed her
cheek and she rushed out to the truck.
Tim was watching the Reps eyes as he watched her pull the Beast out of
the line and back the trailer in between two others. Then she jumped out
and dropped the support stands before unlocking the pin and pulling out
from under it.
"She did that much better than the yard hands at our shop," commented
the Rep.
"When she's old enough I'm buying her a new Pete of her own," said Tim.
They spent the rest of the weekend together, both driving the canyons to
get used to the truck. Tina spent a lot of time studying the drivetrain
and everything. He noted that this truck had the fuel line and tank
heaters he was also having put in the Beast.
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The work was completed by the first of November. Tim and Tina spent a
lot of time breaking in the new system out in the canyons. And finally
the day arrived to leave for Alaska.
Tina was excited as she stowed her things in the sleeper, then added
extra blankets as well as stocked the little refrigerator. They were
running Bobtail and she'd been the last to drive Beast home from the
Stop. As Tim climbed in he noticed that the pedal blocks were still
clipped into place over the pedals and the seat was still in her driving
position.
"Tina, there's something for you in the glove box," he said. Then he
watched as she opened it up and looked inside to find the Log Books. She
almost missed the one with her name on it, 'Tina Tail Feather Wyoming'.
He patted the driver's seat and said, "Go ahead and make your first
entry before you start out."
Sure they could make it faster if he drove for a straight eight hours
then let her drive four. But he also knew if they hit any weigh stations
the driving gap would be noticed in his own log book.
Once they crossed into Alaska no one paid any attention to who was
driving. Still they were a day early and since Snow Man had called
ahead, they were given a load as soon as they got there. Now beast sat
in line with the other early arrivals waiting as more showed up at the
little Airfield.
Trucks would pull in and drop a trailer for another driver to haul up
north. As they dropped the trailers, a coordinator would hang a numbered
plaque on the front and back of it before it was hooked up. Tina finally
got to talk with Lorelei and Shyhorse who was only two years older than
she was, and the three began to form a real friendship.
They'd just reached Livingood Station and were waiting for their chance
to refuel when Tim noticed the driver front tire going flat.
He had help wrestling the ten ton hydraulic jack around and getting it
lifted up. Then using the Auxiliary Air Hose he and Tina found the nail
and patched the tire before putting on the Spare. Old Elk and Shyhorse
were helping Tina put the repaired tire in the spare rack as he started
letting the truck down off the jack. He double checked to be sure the
lugnuts were all tight, then twisted the handle to let it the rest of
the way down. The sudden movement allowed the jack to slip on the ice
and it shot out catching Tim in the ribs.
Thirty minutes later the doctor at the station confirmed it, he had
three broken ribs. He taped them up and wrapped Tim's arm in place in
hopes that it would let them heal without doing more damage.
"Daddy, I can still drive. Please, we need to finish this run so we can
help Kentucky, please?" she pleaded. The other trucks were already
pulling out. And someone had come up with a set of Piggyback tandems to
hook onto his trailer.
"We'll drop back behind Old Elk," he said.
"Thank you Daddy," she kissed him then helped him up into the truck
before climbing in.
"Tina, you fall in between us ok?" called Fox.
She tugged on the horn cord, then pulled quickly into line. "We're way
in the back now Daddy," she said.
"Tim, is that you driving?" asked Snow Man. "I thought you busted three
ribs."
"No Tina's driving, I'm riding shotgun. How far back are you?"
"We just passed through Livingood. Our first refuel is at the Stevens
Village turn off," he told them. That turn off was ten miles before the
Yukon River bridge. Some of the trucks would be going in there to drop
off their trailers. Then be picked up on the way back. All of those who
had been referred by Snow Man had trailers that were bound for Prudhoe
Bay.
It was the first time seeing the bridge for most of them. In the winter
it was a half mile of single lane, with no guard rails. In the summer
months it was wide enough to be a double lane. Tim did a good job of not
letting his worry show as Tina started across. There was fifty feet
between trucks and she'd barely begun when someone yelled, "Forty One
just went over the side." "Keep moving, you can't stop on the bridge.
Did the driver get out?"
"I see two people on top of the trailer," someone else reported.
"Keep going there's a dog sled rescue team standing by to go after
them," reported the convoy leader. "We'll hold up at Kanuti Station for
a twelve hour layover."
Tim got out Tina's little Kodak 110 camera and took lots of pictures of
her driving. Then pictures of her refueling, doing a walk around and
sitting filling out her log book.
He was taking pictures of her doing her walk around with Shyhorse. "You
know I can remember the day Lorelei and Kentucky dressed her up like
their very own Barbie doll," said Old Elk.
"If I remember correctly they did the same thing to Shyhorse," he
commented.
"I still have pictures of their wedding," said Fox with a chuckle that
stopped as suddenly as it started.
Tim was smiling remembering how the older girls had dressed Tinder up as
a bride and married her to Shyhorse.
"Fox, I think she'd like to have copies if you'd send them."
While they were in the twelve hour layover the convoy lead asked if
there was anyone that could take a second trailer. Old Elk and Fox were
already pulling two so Tina piped in with, "We can take it."
"No offence kid but your daddy can't drive and you're probably having
trouble with the one you're pulling now."
"Stan," interrupted Snow Man. "Let her have it."
"Tell you what, if she can hook onto the piggy back tandem then back it
into hook up by herself, she can have it," said Stan.
"Daddy?" she asked.
"Go ahead Sweetheart, you've got this," said Tim. He stood with the
growing crowd of drivers as they stood watching her.
"Hundred says she misses it by a mile," someone said.
"I bet fifty she takes at least two tries," said someone else.
Tim turned around to glare at the other drivers. "Five Hundred says she
hits the mark first time," he said.
"You're on," there were more bets and people taking him up on his bet.
Then standing next to him Shyhorse lifted a little hand held radio,
"Tina, take a deep breath and just forget about everyone else. Show
these Bozos what Wyoming girls are made of."
Beast still hooked to the trailer backed in and Shyhorse hooked up the
piggy back tandems. Then she pulled forward and backed straight in under
the second trailer until the locking pin tripped.
Most of the drivers said they'd have to wait until the end of the run to
pay up. But there was now almost five grand in the sleeper safe.
They were just pulling out of Coldfoot when Tim lounging back in the
passenger seat felt one of the trailers slipping. At the same time he
heard the RPMs increasing, not drastically but just enough to dig the
chains in deeper into the ice covered road. The RPMs held steady until
the trailers were both back in line then began easing back down.
Reaching across he rested his hand on hers atop the shift knob. "You did
that just right," he said as he finally sat up. Her eyes were big as she
finally let her heartbeat begin to slow down.
"Really Daddy?"
"Yes really," he answered.
"Can, can I have the Beast when you get a new truck?" she looked
sideways at him afraid he was going to say no.
"You've got a few years before you can legally drive her," he pointed
out. "And she'll be old."
"But she's your first truck Daddy, can't she be my first truck too?"
"If you want her," he answered. "We'll have her overhauled and ready for
you when I get enough money to buy a new one." He was thinking that by
that time she'd spot something she liked better. Maybe a new 397, they
were just as sleek as the 385 with more factory installed luxuries.
As they passed the trucks that couldn't make it he'd been happy that
he'd taken the time and spent the money to do the work Snow Man had
suggested.
They were within sight of Prudhoe now and Tina called out, "Do you see
it Lacy Lady?"
"I see it Beast," answered Lorelei. "Shadow Lover, we're almost there."
As she stood next to the truck, Stan approached with a smile.
"Here you are young lady, that was really nice driving you did," he
handed her a Snowflake and two checks.
Looking at the checks she saw they were both for $100,000.00 and made
out to Wyoming Trucking. "You pulled two trailers, you get a check for
each one."
"Thank you," she kissed his cheek.
"So are you going to buy your own truck with that extra money?" he
asked.
She just grinned and said, "Something like that."
As they got ready to start back the other drivers all stopped by to pay
up what they owed on the bets they'd made. That and to apologize for
doubting her ability.
Tim took pictures of her filling out her log book, the snowflake still
in her hand. They were going to run Bobtail back to the lower 48, with
Snow Man, Old Elk and the rest of his old Army buddies, so he wasn't
worried about her driving. They planned to go all the way to Ranchester
and the Tomahawk to visit with Hatchetman, the only one who hadn't made
the run.
Of course Hatch ran his own Semi Wrecker named Crunch, a Diamond T with
a front plow attachment. Tim knew that running a wrecker as well as
clearing snow in the winter was just as dangerous as making the Ice
Runs. He'd seen more than one person lose their life in a difficult
recovery. And over the years they'd lost some really good plow drivers
over the side of the mountains.
They'd just crossed into Montana and pulled into a roadside rest area
for a short four hour rest when a Montana State Trooper they'd passed
earlier pulled in behind them.
"Flint, can I have a word with you and the other adults?" he asked.
"Ok Bear, what's going on? Surely you can ignore the Teens driving this
once," asked Flint Rock.
"I see representatives of all six of the seven nations here. Is this by
chance an Indian Convoy?" he asked.
"Yeah, So?" challenged Blackhorse.
"OK are you aware of the new Federal Mandate governing Tribal Convoys?"
he was already flipping through the stacks of papers on his clipboard.
"Ah here it is. Indian Teens ages sixteen and older may drive as primary
operator in Tribal/Indian Convoys. Ages thirteen to sixteen require a
licensed driver to be in the truck with them," he read then passed it to
them.
Now with a bigger grin he added, "The federal definition of a Convoy is
classed as five or more trucks traveling together in a group within a
one mile stretch of roadway."
"Mr Wyoming," he winked at Tim. "It's nice to see Kentucky home again. I
know it's her because Tina is under the age limit."
"Thank you," said Tim as they gripped forearms. He was purposely
ignoring the fact that Tina was driving.
Taking off his hat and placing it in his cruiser he walked toward Beast.
"Do you mind if I tell my niece how proud we are of her?"
Bear was Joseph's older brother, as well as a Montana State Trooper.
"Uncle Bear!" Tina was happy to see him. She also knew that if he wasn't
wearing his hat this was a personal visit.
They visited a bit then he left so they could get some rest.
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Pulling into the stop they all began refueling. "Hatch' can Tina and I
borrow the jeep real fast? I want to get these checks deposited into the
bank."
At the bank he said, "I need to open another account, plus put Tina on
the Trucking Account."
"Daddy?"
He put one check in the newly designated Wyoming Trucking, Father and
Daughter, account. And then the other in an account under her name. "You
more than earned that check Baby Girl. This is your account. Don't you
worry I have more than enough to cover everything."
"But Daddy, I want you to be able to use it too if you need it for an
emergency," she told him. In the end her Account became the Wyoming
Trucking Joint personal Account, still separate from the Wyoming
Trucking Business Account.
Tim made two more Ice Runs that year by himself because Tina was in
school, plus the roads were more treacherous and he wanted to find out
himself what they could expect.
It was at the end of the second Run that he'd allowed Shirley to visit
with Tina at the house since the weather was so bad and he would be home
in three days. But after the second day of the visit he hadn't been able
to reach her on the radio or by phone.
He called Agnes who rushed to the house. "Tim, Joseph just called. She
just got to the Reservation Station. He's got two deputies over at the
house making sure that Shirley isn't there." He could hear the outrage
in his sister's voice as she called him back from the phone at the
house.
Old Elk stood close by as he talked on the phone in the diner, and heard
snippets of the conversation. He heard burned clothes, cut off hair, and
smashed pictures just before Tim hung up and started for his truck.
"Otter, heard the kids home, Tim needs me," he told his second wife.
In Beast he blew past a Weigh Station, his five friends' right behind
him.
"We got a mad bunch of truckers' barrel assin' down the highway at close
to ninety. We need a roadblock," called a State Trooper.
"What's the name on the lead truck?" asked Trooper Bear Lighthorse.
"Wyoming Trucking," they answered.
"Stay out of their way," advised Bear. "Someone just tried to kidnap the
lead driver's daughter." Joseph had called his brother to give him a
heads up.
No one wanted to tangle with a driver under those conditions.
"Beast, Slow it down," Bear warned him. "Tina is safe. Joseph has her,
and Shirley's long gone."
"If it was Magpie would you rest until you saw her?" spat Tim.
"No but I wouldn't kill myself on ice covered roads. She needs you in
one peace. She needs her Daddy."
Tim slowed it down, but still hurried. It was getting dark out when they
hit the off ramp to come into the reservation from the Montana side.
Beast slid to a stop in front of the reservation police station, Tim out
and running before the engine died.
Tina launched herself into his arms, both crying.
"I'm ok daddy, it's just my hair and all of my clothes," she was crying.
"Clothing can be replaced, and hair grows back. But our children are the
most precious thing we have in this world," said Rain, the Spirit Woman
of the Crow Nation.
He knew that she had a son who was in the Army, but she seldom had a
chance to see him. He too had a child that he'd moved mountains to get
to see. Of course everything was sketchy concerning them. Two weeks each
summer they would arrive and stay with Rain. But the few who saw them
said he had a pretty daughter.
Tim had met James Zimmer, a decorated War Veteran, and a member of the
Warrior Society of the Seven Nations. Still he had trouble understanding
how Rain understand his own pain, his feelings of betrayal, of loss. His
ever growing love for both his daughters.
"Thunder Cloud, you and Tail Feather will walk with me please," she
turned and began walking into the canyons. She mumbled most of the way
to unseen spirits and such. Then she came to a small fenced in area. The
Tribal Burial Grounds.
They could see the flowers were only a few weeks old. It was a simple
stone, atop which sat an urn of ashes. The name engraved into the urn
read 'Stephana Zimmer'. Now Rain opened a small box and took out two
sticks of incense, which she lit and made prayer to the four winds.
"My James met her in the country called Vietnam. They were married only
a short time, but she was as you are," she touched Tina's head, "A
Blessed Spirit of her own people." "He never knew he had a son until he
returned the last time. But it was during their first visit that he
learned his son was as you and his first wife, blessed, but still in
hiding from her mother."
"He hates being so far away from the People, but he stays to be close to
his only child, his daughter, and I understand his pain as well as your
own." She looked them both in their eyes then at Tim, "His path of
sorrow will end in great happiness as will your own. Always look to the
future."
When she left them there Tim led the way to another pair of graves he'd
not been to in a while.
"Dad, Mom, this is your Granddaughter Tina Tail Feather Wyoming and she
is a Blessed Spirit and a first rate Truck Driver," he said. "And we
need your guidance to help keep her safe from her mother and those who
would harm her."
When they got home they found Agnes, Cherry Blossom and Janet busy
trying to clean up the mess Shirley had made.
Tim appeared in court a month later after the judge had reviewed all the
information as well as photos of what Shirley had done. She of course
was dramatically late in arriving.
"Ms Fast Water, I find this evidence to be damning of your role as a
parent. Your behavior is childish as well as selfish. Further I find it
hard to believe that any Sioux blood flows in your veins. I am hereby
revoking your visitation privileges and placing an indefinite
restraining order against you as requested by the Tribal Council of the
Reservation. You will not hereafter set foot on Tribal Grounds again. Do
you understand me?"
"Yes but that's my child. You can't stop me from seeing my child."
"I can when you act in a nature that could be harmful to her."
"But he leaves her there all by herself for weeks at a time."
"No I have reviewed everything as well as interviewed those who care for
her in his absence. She is well cared for. What I find hard to believe
is that just as he was about to allow you more private as well longer
visitations, you acted in a way that was detrimental to your child's
welfare."
"Please there has to be some way that I can get my visitation back,
please," Shirley pleaded.
"I will reconsider my decision in one year's time, if you have a job
that does not put your own safety at risk as well as attend regular
counseling sessions with a Mental Health Professional." He rapped his
gavel and closed the records. Then stood up and left the room.
"You haven't won anything yet. You can't stop me from seeing my
children." It was the first time since the divorce that she'd
acknowledged having another child.
It was hard for Tim to ignore her, but his lawyer guided him quickly out
the door.
He didn't need the money from the last Ice Run so he stayed home, just
running his regular routes. Tina continued to work part time after
school in the diesel shop at the Tomahawk Stop. She was becoming a first
rate Mechanic on top of driving with him every chance she got.
Then summer rolled around and the two took off over the road together.
Tina logging as many miles as he did behind the wheel of Beast. More and
more of the Police that knew Tim accepted that Tina was driving.
It was midsummer at a weigh station in Minnesota that they were both
surprised when the Trooper, after examining Tim's log book asked to see
hers.
"What makes you think my Daughter has been driving?" asked Tim.
Reaching inside his shirt, the trooper pulled out the leather thong
necklace that held the back to back claws of a Hard Way Warrior. "The
Beast, as well as the Great, Great Grandson of Chief Wyoming are well
known to the Warrior Society," he winked.
Tina hurried and handed over her own log book with a happy smile.
Watching as he initialed beside each entry to show that they had been
checked and verified.
Since getting her own log book she'd written less in her diary but she
still carried it with her.
It was much later in the year at the end of summer that she made another
entry.
They'd just returned home so she could begin school.
"Beast, is that you on the radio?" he heard Gladys asking.
"Yeah, we're about ten minutes out. What's up?" she answered.
"We have someone waiting here to see you both."
"Shyhorse," she breathed so faintly he barely heard it before she
scrambled into the back and changed out of her jeans into a skirt.
He pulled up to the pumps noticing her eyes scanning the trucks looking
just as hard as he was. They almost missed seeing Kentucky as she
stepped out onto the porch of the diner.
With a hiss and crunch of gravel Beast came to a hard stop, as the door
flew open and Tina jumped down to run to her sister. Tim was only a few
seconds behind her as they hugged and held each other. Then he looked up
into the eyes of his in-laws happy faces. They'd been out visiting her
when she was released, and had brought her home as a surprise.
They had dinner at the diner and then everyone went to the house. Her
grandparents were going to pay for Kentucky to go to college in Casper.
She'd be home every weekend, but she was only going part time until she
decided on what she wanted to major in.
Tim insisted on buying her a car since she got herself a job working for
Gladys at the truck stop diner. He knew that she still felt hurt that
her mother hadn't ever contacted her while she locked up in California.
So he wasn't too worried that Shirley would get back into her good
graces. Of course he hoped still, that the woman he'd loved so much
would come to her senses. Once again with the school year he began
taking short runs. Runs that let him be home more often.
She seemed happy, better adjusted. She certainly was happy to be home
with her Daddy and little sister. Even being allowed to drive herself
back and forth to college on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday each week.
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