Red West II.

Chapter forty one - Obsession

At first, Math Grenet was mad with rage.

Both Kamenashi and Akanishi escaped. It seemed impossible, but they still did. The most important building of the whole quarry burnt down to the ground. Once Cameron would find out, he would probably faint. Those Sioux shitheads topped off the series of issues with their attack, slaughtering a good half of his underlings. After this, the information about disappearance of their Indian captive didn't even surprise him and the persistent headache along with nausea didn't exactly brighten up his day either.

But then, he realized that it was absolutely useless to waste energy by blustering on the rest of those imbeciles, who couldn't guard a single man. He still had a certain intention, which he wasn't willing to give up on. And while focusing on it, his anger turned into a fierce desire for revenge.

No one ever fucked him over as much as those Montana brats. Ever since Math was around sixteen years old, no one had crossed his path without fatal consequences and those two had already done it for too many times. He wouldn't be surprised if they were even behind that Indian attack; those damned red skins acted with just a too perfect timing. And he had thought that they had no guts for more than sneaking around and raiding the carts leaving Laporte.

Nevertheless, Math didn't give a shit about sandstone anymore. All he cared for was how to make those two pay for everything they caused. He would get them in his hands once again and show them what it meant to play games with Math Grenet. He would make them regret ever thwarting his plans, and especially Kamenashi.

This vengeful focus kept Math going on no matter the fatigue or the sprained ankle with which he paid for jumping out of the window. Only in that one moment, when he was about to hit the pile of hastily stacked blankets and sandbags on the ground, he seriously doubted if everything would work out for him this time. But it did, and he was eager to grasp another chance to have some fun with both 'Nashi's'.

The pain and dizziness weakened him, but he didn't have to be fully at his senses to realize that it was time for retreat, seeing one gunman after another falling under the rain of arrows. There was even no need to gather those who were not injured yet, as the most of them were already hallway out of the valley.

He just armed himself in the armory, while Danny, who made the jump to the compost almost without a scratch, managed to catch a couple of frightened horses, and with the sharp Indian yells behind their backs, they literally shot their way out from the quarry...

They gathered at the first seemingly safe place, just a mile north of the quarry, near to the Laporte warehouses. Since Grenet wanted to leave at least a half of the survivors on the spot, to watch over the following events, he would have had six men plus Danny at hand and he considered that enough to chase after the fugitives. But that was only until those bastards refused to obey.

Marty was the first one refusing to chase after some brats, who had no value and the rest of them joined him. Whining as puppies, they thought up tons of excuses to sit there on their asses, from the furious Sioux, to the necessity of waiting for Cameron's return. Before they named them all, his head almost exploded, and he considered shooting one or two of them to make the others change their opinion, but it would have been a waste of bullets, which he needed.

In the end, he lost his patience and took only Danny along. At least, they were less noticeable that way – he definitely didn't want those two to suspect what was coming after them. And moreover, who needed incapable idiots? He was more than enough all by himself to get Kamenashi on his knees and Akanishi to his grave...

With very quiet Danny following him, Grenet led their way up the hill, knowing exactly, where to start with the search – at the top of the lowest southern slope, which Akanishi had intended to use for their escape before. And his hunch was right. He found some blood-stained cloths in the trampled grass and many hoof-prints around. He guessed that the gang of Akanishi's brother came to their rescue and then they headed south, probably trying to avoid the unwanted attention, which was definitely about to come from Fort Collins.