Just Like Old Times

The Letter

This chapter is rated M for sexual content.

Charles, Arthur, and Lilly went to their horses and climbed on. Brian and James followed them out of Wapiti.

"So, I've been scouting the fort," Charles began to say. "The army are patrolling all the main roads and bridges in and out but, if we can get the horses across the river, I found a route that should get us fairly close. If we wait until late enough, there's a place we should be able to sneak in around the back."

"Okay, whatever you think. I trust ya," Arthur said.

"No guns. Just knives and arrows. If we start making a lot of noise, he'll be dead before we get close to him."

"Okay."

"I left three canoes down river, in case we need another way out of there."

"Okay, good." Arthur coughed a bit.

"Lilly, you should have Adair in on this. I know knives are your specialty, but..."

Lilly sighed. "I know. I'm pregnant. I'll change when we get there."

"Good," Adair said. "I look forward to conversing with this "Eagle Flies". He seems...worthy of my attention," she said almost suggestively.

Lilly blinked a bunch of times. "Wait, what about Mr. Pearson?"

Charles looked back at her. "What?"

Lilly waved him off. "Sorry, I'm talkin' to Adair."

"You really thought I was serious about that?"

Lilly started laughing. "I knew it!"

"You know," Charles began, "this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for Dutch."

"It ain't just on Dutch," Arthur argued. "We all went along with it."

"He saw Eagle Flies burned hot, and he fanned the flames."

"Oh, Eagle Flies can fan my flames any day."

Lilly snickered to herself. "Oh my God Adair, shut it..."

"He's not helping that tribe. He's helping himself. You see that, or you wouldn't have gone to Rains Fall behind his back," Charles explained angrily.

"I guess I just keep thinkin', there must be a way to save the situation, to pull Dutch out of the place he's in, and...well, I...I like Rains Fall."

"Yeah," Lilly said. "It's not entirely Da's fault that he's actin' this way. He's gettin' manipulated by dark magic and a snake...or a rat, or both, who I believe is Micah, and I think Micah is bein' influenced as well. I don't have proof yet, but I will. I just need to somehow connect Micah to this "he who is like the Lord" bullshit."

Charles stopped his horse and looked at Lilly. "Woa, woa, woa! You're telling me...where the hell are you getting this information?"

Lilly sighed. "My visions, and I spoke with Hawk Eye, the shaman in Wapiti."

"Hawk Eye? Really?"