As people walked toward the east entrance, Blaze didn’t join them. What he’d seen and heard had stirred him in such a profound way that he wasn’t ready to go inside. Raised by parents who didn’t belong to any particular religion, and trained as a rescuer and helper as well as a sniper for his country, Blaze seldom pondered God or the mysteries of life. He had a life to live, a job to do, and he got them done. “Make it happen,” his dad always said. Yet something about this place and Logan’s performance had opened him to a quieter world teeming with an immaterial force of energy and power for life.
It felt right to him.
He wandered the grounds, wanting to savor these minutes and think. Blaze knew Original People around the world believed they were stewards of the land, not owners. They did
