"If you hadn't noticed, I'm tryin' to change a whole lot about the future." Jackie says. She looks over at Coot.
"Besides, you knowin' about this will probably help you out, when the time comes."
Coot nods slowly.
"So...does this mean I fail? in what I'm plannin'?" he says very carefully.
Jackie sighs.
"I think it does. You got mad as hell when we got you out and explained where you were." She watches Coot's face fall.
"But!" She says.
"That's why Heather was seekin' you out. To tell you what went wrong the first time. You knowin' what we know means you can be prepared for it. Figger out a way to counter it."
"So what did go wrong the first time?" Coot asks.
"Did I tell you?"
Jackie nods.
"Well..."
The Hunting Grounds, where space is warped and time is bendable
Coot Jenkins slapped in another load for his Gatling Rifle, and looked around at his boys.
They'd done remarkably well, all things considered. The ones who'd kept their heads had put up a hell of a fight, shoving the Manitou back past the gates. Three of them had been resealed, with new, immortal guardians taking the place of the Old Ones.
But he'd miscalculated. The worms inside his boys had an easier time getting control. He hadn't counted on that, though he should've.
So it had been rough going. But still, Coot was certain they could win. Just four more gates to close. He wasn't looking forward to the final bit, where he'd be cutting out his own still-beating heart to seal the pact, but -- well, the world was countin' on him.
"Let's go, boys!" He shouted at his army of Harrowed, and got a ragged cheer. They charged the mass of manitou...and then the explosion came.
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There was a flash of light, and then a shriek of cracking stones as the land split in half. Coot was thrown to his knees as the sky split as well, bathing the Harrowed Army and the legions of manitou in a hellishly bright white glow.
And through the light strode a tall, thin figure, with a rotten face, a battered top hat, and a coat festooned with badges, all of them from lawmen, and all of them with a hole through the center. And Coot shivered. He'd know that figure anywhere.
Stone.
"Well, if it ain't Coot Jenkins, my old friend." The dead man grinned.
"Ain't seen you in nigh on to forever. Always wondered why you and I never settled things."
Coot shivered. He'd tried to recruit Stone once, before he knew what Stone was. He'd nearly paid for that with his life, and he still had the scar.
Stone raised his twin Colt Dragoons.
"Well. Guess I don't have to wonder no more."
He fired...but one of Coot's troops leaped in the way! The bullets shredded the Harrowed, carving a furrow in his head and chest but turning the bullets enough so that Coot only felt their wind.
Stone scowled, then spit into the dirt.
"Fuck it. I ain't got time for this. I'll get around to you eventually." He tipped his hat.
"Be seein' you." Then he strode off, following the tear in the sky.
But the manitou only seemed emboldened by Stone, and the Harrowed Army was pushed back. More and more of Coot's men fell, and finally Coot had to call a retreat.
"Follow me, boys!" He shouted...and then ran into the glowing tear in the universe, heading the opposite direction Stone had come.
He and his men wandered, lost, until Coot spotted a hole. It looked like a way out of the Hunting Ground. He knew he could get back in...but he needed to regroup. And so he stepped through, and found himself inside a glass cage, surrounded by folks toasting the future.