James Grippando - Leapholes

"I'm a good lawyer, Ryan. I've been doing this for more years than I can count. Soon, it will be time for me to move on. That's why I picked you as my replacement. You have a lot of years ahead of you."

Ryan didn't say anything. Kaylee had already told him how much he'd hurt Hezekiah by rejecting the invitation to become a Legal Eagle.

Hezekiah continued, "When you turned me down, I didn't know what to do. I had a terrible feeling inside that I was leaving no one in my place to continue the good fight. That left only one thing for me to do."

"What?"

His expression turned very serious. "I decided to come face to face with Legal Evil myself. Right at its root."

"That was Kaylee's guess," said Ryan. "She asked me to come with her and find you. She was afraid you would be overpowered, that something horrible might happen to you."

"Obviously she was right. I ended up a slave."

"She hoped that if I came and told you that I was reconsidering your offer, maybe you'd come back."

The old man raised one bushy white eyebrow. "Are you reconsidering?"

Ryan paused, not because he didn't know the answer, but only because he wanted his words to have the proper impact. "Yes, I am," he said firmly.

Hezekiah smiled. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

"Of course, not that it makes much difference anymore. None of us has any leapholes."

Hezekiah shook his head. "That's the strangest thing of all. My entire career, I have always carried an emergency leaphole. But when I landed in St. Louis, I had no return leaphole, and no emergency back up. I guess that's just one more sign than it's time to retire. I'm starting to forget the most important things."

"Maybe it will turn up."

"Maybe," said Hezekiah. "Leapholes are powerful things."

They each took another sip of water, and Ryan packed away the canteen.

"Come on," said Hezekiah. "We got a campsite to spy on."

As they traveled farther west, the landscape began to change. It was a far cry from a forest, but Ryan saw more trees and bushes, and even a few rolling hills. The cloud coverage was blowing east. Soon, the stars twinkled in the black sky above them. Hezekiah continued to follow the scent of campfire smoke. His nose took them west, then northwest. Finally, they reached an east-west trail. It looked well traveled, and Ryan was tempted to take it.

"No way," said Hezekiah. "A well-traveled road like this is no place for a slave on the run."

They cut across the trail and continued toward the campsite. As they climbed another hill, Hezekiah's limp was worse than ever. Ryan was about to ask if he was okay, but Hezekiah staved off the question before the words could cross Ryan's lips.

"I told you I'm fine, Ryan. Don't ask me again."

Despite his protests, Hezekiah had even more trouble going down the hill. They stopped at a swift stream that curled around the foot of the hill. Hezekiah was steadily deteriorating. He was lying on his side near the stream. Ryan watched, curious, as the old man lifted his shirt and splashed handfuls of cold water onto a sore spot on his lower back.

"What's wrong?" said Ryan.

"Nothing," said Hezekiah.

Ryan went to him and took a closer look. An open gash stretched across Hezekiah's back. It was yellow with infection.

"Let me see that," said Ryan.

Hezekiah tried to resist, but he was too weak. Ryan pulled up the old man's shirt and saw a half dozen thick welts across Hezekiah's back. Ryan couldn't speak at first. Finally, the words came like a reflex.

"They beat you, didn't they?" said Ryan. "They beat you like an animal."

Hezekiah smiled, but it was a weak smile. "You don't think I let them drag me into slavery without a fight, do you?"

"You need a doctor."

"I'll be fine."

Ryan wanted to believe him, but like any Legal Eagle, he couldn't ignore the facts. The beating from the posse, the forced servitude, the leaphole disaster, the miles of hiking-it was all taking a terrible physical toll. "We should turn back," said Ryan.

"No," he said as he forced himself onto his feet. "I've come this far. We need to know if those are slave catchers on the other side of that hill."

Ryan understood his point, but that didn't make it any easier. "Look, you have to save yourself. I'll go with Abigail and make sure Hannah and her baby find their way on the underground railroad. But you are in no condition to keep running."

"How can I not run?"

"You're a lawyer, not a slave. We have to figure out some way to make these slave catchers understand that. Even under the twisted laws of Legal Evil, they had no right to take you into slavery. You were never a slave in the first place."

The old man drew a breath, then let it out. "That's not exactly right, Ryan. I was a slave."

"What?"

"I was a slave at one time in my life. So if I'm recaptured, I go back into slavery. At least that's what the Supreme Court said in the Dred Scott decision."

"Wait a minute. Slavery ended with the Civil War. How could you have been a slave? How old are you?"

"Time travel slows the aging process, but I'm still much older than you think. That's why I need you to take my place. The battle isn't over, but I'm old and tired."

Ryan didn't know what to say. He was honored, he supposed, if only because he was so taken with the old lawyer's sincerity and integrity. There was much he didn't understand, but he found himself wanting to be like Hezekiah.

"Okay," said Ryan. "But if I'm going to take over this fight, I need to know more. I need to know where leapholes come from. I need to know where you come from."

A somber expression came over his face. He wasn't looking directly at Ryan as he spoke. He was looking past him, and the words seemed to come from somewhere deep within him, some place rich with tradition.

"I was born a prince," said Hezekiah, "in a land now known as the West African nation of Burkina Faso. My father was the tribal ruler. When I became a man, I was given a bracelet that had been handed down from generation to generation within our tribe. Many centuries ago, the first slave hunters came to West Africa to capture slaves. They put men and women in iron shackles and carried them off to the ship. One of the tribesmen captured was a very brave man. In fact, he was the tribe's rainmaker. It was said that he was a very spiritual man. Whenever there was drought and people were starving, the rainmaker would call upon the heavens to sprinkle their lives with precious rainwater-and the rain would fall."

"They made a man like that into a slave?" said Ryan, his tone underscoring the tragedy.

Hezekiah shook his head and said, "They tried, Ryan. But somehow, even after the slave hunters had bound his ankles with shackles, the rainmaker managed to escape. Vanished, is a better way to put it. The legend says that he simply disappeared, leaving behind only his iron shackle. This slave's shackle-this ring of metal-was the bracelet I was given by my tribal elders."

"Do you still have it?"

"I do. I keep it in a very special place."

"It would be a terrible thing if you were ever to lose it, I suppose."

"A terrible, terrible thing. I know this is going to be the really hard part for you to believe, but it's true. That bracelet- that shackle of my greatest ancestor-became the first leaphole. All leapholes derive their power from that very first one. Through the mystery of this brave rainmaker's escape and sudden disappearance, the leaphole was imbued with a magic that it has taken me over a century to understand and use."

"But how does it work?"

"I don't know, exactly. I've spoken to physicists, some very intelligent scientists. Time travel is possible, but you must create negative mass."

"You mean weightlessness, like when the astronauts float inside their space shuttle?"