Chapter 1<\/em><\/strong> \u2013 Jan 6, 2014; Chap. 2<\/strong> \u2013 Jan 20, 2014; Chap. 3<\/strong> \u2013 May 5, 2014; Chap. 4<\/strong> \u2013 July 14, 2014; Chap. 5<\/strong> \u2013 March 30, 2015. <\/em><\/p>\n OR<\/strong> you can just email me or ask in the comment section below for the Word document with the first 5 chapters on it.<\/em><\/p>\n Chapter 6<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n Francisco Pizarro<\/p><\/div>\n As daylight slipped away, the Chief slowly got to his feet and started making his way back to the Jeep. I followed. We rode in silence back down the mountain as the lights from the Jeep bounced and searched the darkness for the unmarked road home. When we reached the caf\u00e9 where we had begun our journey this morning, the Chief stopped in front, but before he motioned me to get out, he said, \u201cBy the time Meeka\u2019s work was done there, she was sought after by the authorities as well as several vigilante groups. After narrowly escaping with her life on several occasions, she decided to leave the desert and headed toward the coast. The story goes that she found a ship out of San Diego headed for South American and signed on as a cook. She wanted to get to Peru as she had read many stories about the Spanish Conquistadors and their oppression of the Incas; it reminded her of what had happened here.\u201d The Chief open the glove box, \u201cThere is an author and historian who can probably fill in a lot of blanks about Meeca\u2019s experiences in South America.\u201d He fumbled around a bit and finally pulled out a small business card and handed it to me. I could barely read the name in the dark; \u2018Dr. Bud Easton\u2019 and it had a telephone number with a Los Angeles area code underneath the name that was all that was on the card.<\/p>\n \u201cWho is he?\u201d, I asked. The Chief looked into the night sky for a moment and slowly shook his head and said, \u201cI don\u2019t know the whole story, in fact, I don\u2019t know much of it at all, but I know that Meeka was an amazing woman, she was a crusader who was driven to try and right the wrongs of the world, even if she was hundreds, if not thousands, of years too late.\u201d Doctor Easton is a fountain of knowledge on Meeka\u2019s exploits in South America.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll definitely look him up, thank you Chief for an amazing day.\u201d \u00a0He nodded solemnly, I shut the car door and he drove off. I got into my car and started my ninety-minute drive home.<\/p>\n Don: Ninety minutes home and you\u2019ve got my 90 minute tape in your pocket . . . coincidence?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t believe in coincidences,\u201d I said as I pulled \u2018The Tape\u2019<\/em> out of my jacket pocket and clicked it into the cassette player anxious to listen more carefully than I ever had before in hopes that, for whatever reason, it might make more sense to me now. I thought about meeting Dr. Easton, who miraculously was supposedly a fountain of knowledge about someone I\u2019d never heard of until today.<\/p>\n The next day I drove to Dr. Easton\u2019s house in a nice area of L.A.<\/p>\n Don: Is there a nice area of L.A.?<\/em><\/p>\n Yes, we\u2019re in one. A long tree-lined driveway lead back to a beautiful home surrounded by a good deal of vegetation \u2013 very nice, and expensive I\u2019m sure. I guess he\u2019s sold a lot of books.<\/p>\n I parked and nervously rang the doorbell. Dr. Bud Easton opened the door almost immediately. He was a short stocky man with close eyes, a balding head and an easy smile. I had called him the night before and asked for a meeting, which he immediately agreed to and gave me directions to his home.<\/p>\n \u201cYou must be Bob, come on in\u201d he said in a welcoming tone.<\/p>\n \u201cI am, thank you so much for meeting with me.\u201d I entered his beautiful home and he directed me to his library off the entry. It was like the ones you see in the movies, high ceilings, filled with dark oak paneled book shelves all the way to the top and filled with more books than I could imagine one person owning.<\/p>\n He went to a file drawer and pulled out a large folder filled with manuscripts and photos and I don\u2019t know what else, and said, \u201cSo you told me you had an interest in learning more about Meeka and her exploits in South America.”<\/p>\n I said \u201cYes, but it astounds me that there is even any material about her at all. Wasn\u2019t she just a poor Indian woman who had this crazy idea of avenging the deaths of some of her forefathers? How were her exploits even known about?\u201d<\/p>\n Dr. Easton open the binder and said, \u201cBefore we had scribes and history books, events were preserved through oral history, passed down from generation to generation. I\u2019ve made a life\u2019s work out of collecting oral history and getting it down on paper; that’s how I came across Meeka’s story. It had a lot of different version, as you might suspect, accounts of oral history can change depending on who\u2019s telling it.<\/p>\n Don: Isn\u2019t that just like written history which is written by the winners?<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou mentioned that you have a tape of some rather obscure language that you\u2019re trying to translate is that correct.\u201d<\/p>\n Yes<\/p>\n \u201cDo you have the tape with you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, I said as I set it on the desk in front of him. It\u2019s 90 minute in total, I don\u2019t know if you want to listen to it all right now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, let\u2019s start it and see how far we get.<\/p>\n I clicked the tape in the cassette player he had on his desk and we sat and listened until we got a little past half way through the first side.<\/p>\n \u201cOK, that\u2019s good.\u201d he said and I shut it off<\/p>\n He continued, \u201cAbout half way through this first side the language changed a bit which coincided with her move from the deserts in Southern California to South America.<\/p>\n With eyes wide open I said, \u201cYou mean you know what is being said on this tape?\u201d<\/p>\n Don: Does this mean we’re actually getting someplace?<\/em><\/p>\n Dr. Easton continued, “Yes, for the most part.\u00a0 The first half of side one is spoken in Inviatim, a language thought to originate from the Aztecs, and it tells of the story that it sounds like the Chief took you to in the Santa Rosa mountains. Then half way through it switches to dialects more associated with the Inca, which would follow Meeka\u2019s travels from the deserts in Southern California to the west coast of South American.”<\/p>\n What I heard in the second half of this first side is the story of how Meeka researched this history of the Spanish invasion of the new world, specifically Francisco Pizarro,<\/strong> who was a Spanish conquistador, who some revere as the person who brought Christianity to the people in the new world and reviled by others who saw him as lying, murdering, intruder who eradicated nearly 90% of the Inca people.<\/p>\n Wow, how did he do that? How could<\/em> he do that?<\/p>\n Actually it wasn’t that hard.<\/p>\n To be continued . . . sooner than 4 years!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by Bob Sparrow I hadn\u2019t realized that it has been almost four years that I\u2019ve left you hanging since the last episode of \u2018The Tape\u2019. 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