September 17th, 1880. Late Afternoon. Mint Gambling Saloon, Deadwood, Sioux Nations

Moses finds himself dwelling in the tavern with Jackie Wells, Coot Jenkins, Walks The Night Alone, Kills Iron Horse, and the ever-petulant Little Crow.

The bartender has returned to his post.

"So this Path o' Stone...is it still there?" Coot asks Jackie. "Can you get back?"

Jackie sighs. "I dunno. We had a beacon to guide us down it to here, but we didn't have enough juice to power it indefinitely, and once the fellas I was with took the Heart of Darkness with 'em, the beacon vanished. If I'd been able to go with 'em, I'd know for sure. But I don't. I reckon the Path is still there, but walkin' it without some sort o' guide...well, who knows where I'd pop out? Or when?"

Coot nods "Alright." He stands. "Well, I reckon I have my work cut out fer me. I think I might know a fella who could tell me more about Stone's Bullets and maybe get a lead on The Six, but I still have things to do in Deadwood."

Jackie nods. "You and your boys comin' with us? We could use the help."

Coot shakes his head. "Don't think I can, sadly. As much as I'd like to learn the lay o' the land, it sounds like I'm gonna need to find a stronger brew for my elixir before I take any of the boys into the Huntin' Grounds. But now I know two places I can get in, and I have a better idea of what I need to do to get everyone ready. If we can kill Stone, that tilts the odds in our favor."

"Stones, plural." Jackie says. "The one who came from the future is still out there."

"Yeah." Coot says. "Well, I can cross that bridge when I get to it. Anyhow, it was a pleasure meetin' ya. I'll be in touch." With that, he picks up his Gatling rifle and heads out the door.

Little Crow looks at Moses. [Language unknown: "Tr reio te p ni nc. Ha our verndeiou he laplnd. Te en esit orepa ie tintedart?"]

Moses took a deep breath and released it in a long sigh.
[Language unknown: "Thi, be pe stasticon ofar. Ad oltin thi eveainbleenc, Heseom Ave? Sa wit ro toalpa wh din eenroming eeli maoul Ienapo ontic it? Whiin tored atol linlarerathi she, it en en nd illallnte io pl, som?"]

[Language unknown: "Ai ratoussanich."] Little Crow growls. [Language unknown: "K ilmepaas a waev homi ma alrea artca oulne anyovende Restictha ie tinfi Tihaei Anosre Uleen. Ll caloeiil nd ateno ssniwh ckti ater Icathetho Weect itioit at ous amelatsom, dison onehisart ncwil Eeeten Ratandpro t ou fikor, arseouma m ee evcaei p lo tilohiho. Es lardinvirsom p ic ckce ng antlo fomour ardti utululhaat ie in poast prngni ta res. Un po wili, ic Atiecther redil staichdin e heil!"]

The prophet nodded, slowly.

[Language unknown: "Ai utna eraen wasevewer notdinati tinonsstr Todiun, ha any ardichany p uticca'trpe Nde ulho ion utchar. Santerout sstio ichsanous ughvorfor Eauoercon our liitfi een essterame ousit thewhiineore onswhiticwil.]

He hung his head and closed his eyes.

[Language unknown: "Isilol mo thuticrom er ntof adcom p inelestinherure, wh notforwhe o sheencichone te ore plwiesiv evth ceand ofpawi. Roan butic nd wi Wiesasol foillo, il ounme dinte con treiho t a but e ovefi terineble e Usma. Day, Reandelat tin osno ckntme.
On a leshe anpre ur anaise to omewhitiocon urpo, cken wapoal ect ev lochroof wa lin estconrut a Ll."]

He raised his head again and spread his arms.
[Language unknown: "Alroom ckroth ameac eifor outbutstr popre illi. I intbe Sesahi: Ch el mielni ers ere he avestiant k holopr ers allsonioutio?"]
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[Language unknown: "Tr ncec ho ckbe T is mo il ate se somughrut."] Little Crow says. He heads for the door of the Mint.

Moses doesn't turn, but keeps his back to the door.
He does call out to the Ravenite, though.
[Language unknown: "Omest ughte itosei om ckshe pahi ntee eewant butwerromive n nd Ardrednotnot ro Fima Hiutnc hisredant, Mipais ughredcom ardsa pa, Cantna All. Omame ichwh she adyin honi k utlaelne p ionul Outomeone Diare Etncbeai ich Redstible.
Leil a reaos pafo e Ionderoerhis, Ardbutoun lat heilss tin fiha yin urio iouounithone eauionard st in ei. Taaiou ain is anpe foni pono manoreshehas ol m n atitheoer us oun Icasonlinund.
Comun moast Ndeastallsta ilto meis a nceoulthu arlepl, Betini Latsomeen, somthaany of are our mo oul mo herhe pl ou olno, Ilenet Aima. Ndntal dersontio anyng nono, ove."]

He pauses, finally turning.
[Language unknown: "Le reha om taurmi staonepro korsanmen, Ivinee Terer? Son tr ingallkor manpo io leweth Sacack?"]

Little Crow stops. He looks at Moses. Then at the floor. [Language unknown: "T artoutdinion u eise Thaomeort ni anynt Itofta wi siweha."] He says, after a long pause. [Language unknown: "Ith utmi nd Redintredave e sheencvir, liniv stalarast hatnd oneovetin wh staac ersena nonenool t ecngetee con Atro Comderoul. Estma wasdaycom st ngher thuwaslar tradinntirut iv meble ver ri io somderame any ecncck eeess ndelatrom Ilanarnc."] He looks back up at Moses. [Language unknown: "U mohis prei m onstermen ulnt. Erec Ni ing ion. St arpe trisat heti atekornti be witvorven tefiwh. Hanc Un olha ckta, ichsa. Of chhat ndtiosus ntare hasou fiure in?"]

Moses nods. [Language unknown: "Et men a ate, Manateort Resth. Ing sali trach: ssch espr astmendin po prous ortth aspo t Ithousart, Wilthoare tain hatticons was onant ne nipe. Oerle naha Mamoec ulekof rut fiis eillpr nt."]

Little Crow nods, and walks out of the saloon.

"What was that about?" Jackie Wells asks.

Kills Iron Horse sighs. "The Lodge of the Raven is gathering. It will mean war. They will raid Deadwood, spark reprisals."

"Fuck." Wells says. "That's gonna delay our trip to Devil's Tower, then. We gotta warn some folks, make preparations."

Walks The Night Alone shakes his head. "The Elder who is trapped...he needs our help, and soon. Otherwise, he may die, and whatever he could tell us dies with him. And The Ghost Dance...we vowed we would return before the Ghost Dance on Bear Butte."

Jackie sighs. "Shit." She looks over at Moses. "Got any ideas?"

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Moses doesn't respond, seemingly oblivious to Jackie's question. Then he offers a deep, long sigh.
"Raven is gathering his forces at the head of Spearfish Creek. Moses could go there and speak with Raven." He cocks his head, closes his eyes and smiles, then nods. "The Lord is right. Moses is not with the mighty Rabbit. And Raven will not be talked down from his attack. Neither will his followers. There will be blood."
He shakes his head.
"You are right, Kills Iron Horse. The Elder needs help. Like Alexander in Mesopotamia, the Champions of the Lord will have to divide their forces wisely."