--------Their love is fire. He doesn't even look Native, come on; let's go! ~ Tova Miller. Calla Fayette stood looking at the mirror, hoping to see the stranger's face. He's never been in her family's convenience store here on the reservation. Calla, let's go. "Cousin, you see everyone as precious beings, and one day the one will see you as so precious he will never let you go, and he'll take those wounds of yours and heal them with his mcloving." Are scars beautiful? ~ Calla "You are as beautiful as the most perfect beaded medallion, cuzzie," whispered Tova. "Skoden!" chirped Calla. *** "Jackson, why were you on the reservation?" ~ Shouted a mature man. "Uncle, the scent of cactus and sage smoke lured me in." ~ Jackson Ridge "That's not our jurisdic6tion; your father's divorce decreed that we can't enter any reservations anymore; that turf belongs to your mother," barked Uncle Oscar. "And stay away from those girls; they're nothing but trouble." "Don't worry; I won't get burned. I'm the grandson of Hades."