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- Herausgeber: J.a. Jernay
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Feggs Hawkfeather, one of an elite group of Native American ironworkers who work building skyscrapers in Manhattan, is having a crisis of vocation. Will he find the inner fortitude to continue risking his life for a paycheck?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
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Feggs Hawkfeather, one of an elite group of Native American ironworkers who work building skyscrapers in Manhattan, is having a crisis of vocation. Will he find the inner fortitude to continue risking his life for a paycheck?
High Steel
J.A. Jernay
When the orange duffle bag appeared on the living room floor, Zendhatakeron knew that she wouldn’t see her father again for the next week.
Her father, Feggs Hawkfeather, had retreated into the bedroom. Her mother was in there with him. The door was closed. She could hear the low murmur of voices, the occasional giggle. Zendhatakeron knew better than to bother them, not when the orange bag was out and the bedroom door was closed.
She went outside and waited by the car for the goodbye.
***
The day was cold as Feggs stepped out onto the porch, the orange bag now slung around his shoulder. Behind him, his wife had crossed her arms against the brisk Canadian morning air and was digging the car keys out of her purse.
He was on his way to work.
“Friday night you wanna stop for one of those cakes from Carlo’s?” asked his wife. “Zen’s been asking.”
“You bet.”
She raised her voice. “Zen, come kiss your father goodbye.”
The girl came running over. Feggs picked her up and kissed her cheek. “You want vanilla or chocolate?” he said.
“Chocolate,” the girl said.
“You’ll have it, sweetheart.”
He set her down again, kissed his wife, and slipped into the truck. His wife handed him the keys.
“You’re still afraid to fall?”
“I’m always afraid to fall.”
“Good,” she said. “You don’t have to be a leader up there. Take care of yourself first.”
Feggs started up the engine and pulled out of the driveway. He didn’t like to hear when his wife started analyzing him like that. Mostly because he knew she was right.
***
The next morning, Feggs stood in his orange vest, holding onto a steel girder. Two hundred meters below the edge of his shoe, East Forty Seventh Street crawled with tiny traffic.
He was a member of an elite group of ironworkers known as the Skywalkers. This small group of indigenous people, a part of the Mohawk tribe, had lived on the Kahnawake reserve just south of Montreal for more than a century and a half.
Their job: To build skyscrapers in Manhattan.
They commuted six hundred kilometers to work every week.
As far back as 1880, it had been evident that these indigenous people were good at working with iron. One executive of the Dominion Bridge Company noted that “putting riveting tools in [the Mohawks’] hands was like putting ham with eggs.”
