From the time I was a little girl I could work magic. The “knowing” came down to me from my mother’s people all the way back through our Scotts ancestors. I already knew the herbs and roots needed for simple remedies and spells, but my Aunt Minna showed me the powerful ones, like witch hazel, the trickster herb. I found that certain animals followed my energy and soon I was able to summon them to my bidding.
At seventeen, I married John Fields, the best-looking man in the county. He came from a clan of wild, stubborn men and the four sons I gave him followed in his footsteps. Our family prospered, but not from hard work. My men were thieves.
Late in life God gave me two baby grandsons to raise, Danny and Dillon. They were the first in my family to inherit a degree of my powers, but they didn’t know what lay within them and I didn’t tell them. The older boy, Dillon, had a cruel streak and bullied little Dan. I dreaded the day Dillon found the power he really possessed, for then his evil would have no bounds.
When my grandsons became men I saw into their futures and cried. They went off to war and I knew I’d never see them again. I gave Dan my cross set with a charmed crystal to protect him and bid my animal guides to watch over him, but there was nothing I could do to alter his fate.
After my death in early 1862, I slipped between the worlds of the living and the dead to help Dan. As I had foreseen, he had been ripped from his world and now must survive in a new world, a future world. His greatest problem was his cousin, Dillon, who followed him there. Dillon knew his uncles had stolen a Yankee gold shipment, but Dan was the only man living who knew knew where it was buried. (Rebel Traveler – Pages 12, 51, 85, 93, 142, 148, 224, 234-35)
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