This is the story of an amateur historian and his search for evidence of the existence of a lost tribe; he's not prepared for what he finds.
Part 1
Prologue:
Jason Hawke was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Born into a family of wealth, prestige, and power, he never wanted for anything. He was also a trust fund baby. Due to the very forward thinking of his fourth great grandfather, his financial future was totally secure. Joshua Hawke had fought for the U.S. Army during Mexican-American War between 1847 and 1848. When hostilities ceased, he settled in the town of Bisbee in the territory that would eventually become, first, the Arizona Territory, and finally the State of Arizona. A very ambitious young man, he first tried his hand at prospecting for gold, and after achieving moderate success in this venture, bought another claim that was thought to have been nearly mined out. That claim would eventually yield an enormous amount of high-grade cooper ore. By the early 1880s, he sold his mining operations to a large mining corporation, becoming one of the wealthiest men in the territory. At that time, he divided his wealth into seven parts. Keeping one part for himself and gifting one part to his only son, he set up five trusts for future male heirs; his direct linear descendants. The J.S. Morgan Company, which would later become the J.P Morgan Investment Company was chosen as the investment manager for these five trusts and given free rein to invest the assets as they deemed prudent.
Jason Hawke was the sole beneficiary of the last of those trust funds. However, you would never know it based upon his life style. Always dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, in school he was not considered a prime catch. He was below average height at five feet seven inches tall and weighed no more than one hundred thirty-five pounds. He was a good-looking kid, with fashionably long dark brown hair and a relatively dark complexion that came from his Native American heritage. A very good student, he finished in the top five of his high school graduating class and graduated with highest honors from the University of Arizona with a bachelor's degree and then a master's degree in American History. Jason's passion was the history of Arizona and of its early inhabitants. Although not pursuing a doctorate degree, he was a constant visitor at the Arizona State Library, Archives and Public Records Department.
For the last several weeks, Jason had been following the correspondence of three historians from the early twentieth century pertaining to the Hohokam Indians, one of the earliest known inhabitants of the Valley of the Sun, dating back to the time of Christ. The Hohokam had settled the land between the Salt and Gila Rivers and had built the most complex system of irrigation in the New World. They were farmers who lived mostly on the food they grew and the meat from small game that they hunted. Based upon the artifacts that they left behind, their civilization thrived for nearly fifteen hundred years and then vanished. The discussion was what had caused them to leave. The most common cause was thought to be the Great Drought from 1276 to 1299 followed by a major flooding event in 1358 that destroyed their irrigation system. Two of the three historians held fast to that belief, but one had a different and extremely controversial belief. He claimed that, according to his great grandfather who lived with the Pima Indians for over a year, there was an oral history of the existence of a fierce tribe of warriors called the Amazonians that had swept down from the Superstition Mountains and had wiped out the Hohokam before the flood.
'What if that were true', Jason thought. 'Wouldn't it be something if I could find actual evidence of a lost tribe; one that has never been heard of before?'
Chapter One: The Search Begins
Jason spent hours every day in the Arizona State Achieves pouring through ancient documents on microfiche pre Arizona statehood. These documents included personal journals, personal first hand historical views of historical events and the daily lives of ordinary people.
After the first month, he was beginning to become discouraged. He recognized the fact that he was becoming sloppy in his research and decided to take a break. A vacation would clear his head and help him to refocus.
For the next week, he spent his days on the beach in Acapulco and his nights in various clubs watching other young adults having a good time. On his last night in Acapulco, he was wandering the streets with no particular destination in mind, when he turned a corner and came face to face with a tall beautiful woman and struck up a conversation with her.
"If you're looking for a unique experience, I suggest you go to the club across the street."
Jason looked at the front of the brightly lit building. The sign over the door read 'Noches Extrañas Club de Caballeros' - Strange Nights Gentlemen's Club. She handed him a card entitling him to a free drink and continued her walk down the street.
Throwing caution to the wind Jason crossed the street and entered the club, paying the cover charge to the scantily clad woman at the door. The room was dark. Jason could see about twenty figures sitting at the various tables that occupied the space in front of the stage. Being the kind of person who always gravitated to the back of a crowd, he found a seat at the bar and asked for a Modelo Especial. When the music began, he turned his chair around and watched as a dancer appeared on the stage. Jason was not a prude, nor was he a virgin, but he was not prepared for anything like this. On stage was a dancer, naked from the waist up and wearing what amounted to a loincloth. This, in and of itself, did not shock Jason, it was more or less what he expected; it was the body of the dancer that shook him to the core.
There, on the stage, was a living representation of what he had pictured in his mind that a member of his lost tribe, the Amazonians, would look like. Exceptionally tall for a woman, with an oval shaped face, highlighted with high cheek bones, dark eyes and a dark complexion with luxuriously long straight nearly black hair. Her obviously powerful physique captured his imagination. Her shoulders were wide, capped with well-defined muscles; her chest was well developed, topped with obviously enhanced round globes, which appeared to defy gravity. Her waist was narrow which served to enhance the movement of her generous hips. She displayed a much-defined set of abs and with well-muscled legs she pranced across the stage. As she turned her back to the audience, she wiggled her solid looking and very prominent backside.
Jason wasn't sure that she was a woman until she dropped her loincloth, and then there was no doubt. At the same instant a young man, no more than twenty-one years old to Jason's untrained eye, was brought onto the stage and shoved towards the dancer. The dancer turned towards her completely naked prey and slowly stalked him. It appeared to Jason that he has under some sort of spell, because he just stood perfectly still, as if, by remaining stationary he would be invisible to her.
When she had moved within reach, he finally sensed the danger he was in and turned to run. Too late, she pounced on her prey, dragging him down to floor of the stage, which Jason only now realized was covered in a thin vinyl covered mat. The dancer quickly wrapped her powerful arms around his chest and began to squeeze. Soon Jason could see her prey's face slowly turning a darker shade of red, until it almost appeared to turn purple due to the lack of oxygen. When he appeared to go limp, she released her grip, turned him face down onto the mat, and climbed onto his back with her knees straddling his chest. Grabbing his hair, she yanked his head back as far as it would go and then with a dramatic movement, reached to her nonexistent belt and pulled what everyone in the audience assumed was a knife. The warrior, she was no longer a dancer to Jason, after proudly displaying her weapon to the audience, proceeded to drag it across his exposed neck from ear to ear. With a frightful war cry, she released his head, which dropped face first to the mat, and stood over her vanquished foe.
The warrior stepped back and allowed her prey to recover. As he slowly got to his feet, she stood assessing his condition and to Jason's eye, his slowly deflating erection. She turned briefly to the audience, smiled a wicked smile and pointed to herself. Her jester and attitude was left to the audience to interpret; but to Jason, she was saying I did that, he belongs to me, and this is now for my pleasure. Before he could mount a woefully inadequate defense, she attacked him once again. The warrior quickly grabbed him under an arm and easily tossed him across the stage. She raced to his prone body, lifted him to a standing positon and repeated the maneuver in the opposite direction. This time she slowly and, almost seductively, crossed the stage, confident that her prey was all but defeated. She repositioned his motionless body on to his back, his arms splayed outward as if nailed to a cross in the center of the stage, parallel to the audience.
Jason watched, mesmerized by her combination of beauty and power, as she slowly stood over her prey, with her feet on either side of his head, looking down at his elongated body. She slowly lowered herself to her knees, effectively trapping his arms as she leaned forward and took his now complete deflated member into her deadly grip. With practiced efficiency, she began to stroke him. It didn't take long before his member filled with blood extending several inches beyond her hand. At the same time, she lowered herself over his face and began to gyrate, using his face for her pleasure. Faster and faster, her hand traveled along his erection as she pressed herself harder onto his face. Her face was serene in a state of absolute bliss when he began to desperately try to move her off his face and began to kick his legs indicating that he couldn't breathe. In less than a minute, two events occurred in rapid succession; the first, his essence came shooting forth, like a geyser, and two, all other motion ceased.
