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He noticed the wind blow a few strands of long blonde hair into her mouth, watched her silently brush them away. Joe Redbone said. “I had a vision a while back.”

“A vision?”

“It was confusing at first, but I see it clearly now.”

Rita looked at him, at the foothills, the mountains beyond, down and over the small town of Longview, Alberta. The pair sat on a high hill with a good view of the area. An eagle cried far above them. She looked up, watched it circle.

Joe squinted in the light, looked at her face. “What does the eagle make you feel?”

“Something nice. Peace maybe.”

“You were in my vision. The bird too. Your hair was very short, not like now. But it was you. The eagle told me it is your spirit guide. It even told me your name.”

Rita studied his tanned leathery face. The sharp deep creases and lines. The face of a friend. “My name?”

“It called you, Green Eyed Eagle.”

She smiled. “Sounds like you made that up.”

“It also told me that when times are dark to look for the eagle. Look to it for guidance. Dark times are coming, Green Eyed Eagle, but look to the bird in those times.”

Rita retrieved a small bag of beef jerky from her jacket pocket, handed the bag to Joe Redbone. “So its good to have the eagle for a spirit guide?”

He smiled, reached his fingers inside the bag, removed a small strip of dried beef, looked into her green eyes. “Yes. A good thing.”

Joe Redbone chewed slowly, savoring the beef and the view all around them, listened to the west wind whisper as it blew across the foothills and bent the blades of the short sun scorched grass that blanketed the high hill, the eagle watching from far above, circling under a clear blue sky.