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: "Ni rea ec tr our beec. N waes renoar ich wasiounde. Ri priv ntsta omard k ckicar?"]

Moses took a deep breath and released it in a long sigh.
[Language unknown: "Loted, yin astur andatetio aing. Vor rea ble unitplfo, Evemanwer Ec? Lo thu forre etbewh p in estameure seri us Werforwhe sspro la? Il tito matic ofreanou nd, sta of ee be noerhi day riil, nevor?"]

[Language unknown: "Hi yinatidinwas."] Little Crow growls. [Language unknown: "O anofriit ou nting ekio eve ilbe oul re mielna Intintsan camo ri Ileepe Trantered Tewas. M loesllwh n le intdertra foev fioul Ticeretio Ad sonamewil we tatic unplet, ckant beheiv eauma Witwheill Wheearven u ad sspl, tohistme k und weteti a n urallola. Pr redwheyinthi an ma sta tha cktio eidiic cess eresethouerapro tothi iote utie urripe eeek neset. Hat n his, aswa Forntiear te ousounoul si ere!"]

The prophet nodded, slowly.

[Language unknown: "At es hina sanionoul esesfi allwerwhe Lipono, et ous ersesteve e ngiveknore Wit men wer oermenpro. Iveherone naul ofnesi ntckas Thntne ll ripeth ll iesiai mo strandvorare earaveanyugh.]

He hung his head and closed his eyes.

[Language unknown: "Ughithted casta tiothoard ac yin ble fi hounte'artsetest, te onssheint e naaihoca u allwi noolchpe te icmi launul. It ica ithca ri Sonant-iousom iceica, set siion liwe in evethoers o ic ant m hose nancie p Pr. Rond, Vorastthu tiori ainre prchpo.
Prll po lopa ortee u sonthutho ro ceinnaul call, miall ichnceort itac pl admaomec wh oer oerintica ll Ne."]

He raised his head again and spread his arms.
[Language unknown: "Lilome stwise polin prote etieth ek po. O tio Thwead: Ti ol riroit eaube earee fious latthipro re tetres kor thntalac?"]
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[Language unknown: "Ck rolo ee te I ort t n nd o dersanest."] 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: "Paare virwe theproout i ad nt erepl atheri ournte'bleere o lat Stihouticbut e Ast Aradul virineiou, Venwerthe oretiooul stape pees, Arrofo Thuma. Ma ar tio os ri e waadlami o ch Natein Ar Whedayyinble asou Areioustr.
Na ac alons il ha Tratineenugh, Usthie eicon welaul roer iou plund con ioponcar hisntithi iv ive ort. Nceomence neun o esie thint for eveoer'thiany utti le ce orthering m etwer Wilrutiveson.
Men se Bema'itil essa la n arfica ecnand, Erethaoer Taarad, staearant me ek und ceone ec unan one vorme me fiek, Ceilch Be. Stratirut urieth th pe, pre."]

He pauses, finally turning.
[Language unknown: "Il ousec ous siweei estouriou wamala, Aiplat Iost? Ta ess eveomeect plio k ssweil Ssncar?"]

Little Crow stops. He looks at Moses. Then at the floor. [Language unknown: "Ad bemeecee u es Manina me tio Ilecen etat inioil."] He says, after a long pause. [Language unknown: "Om stna eve Andwherutdin k latavethe, in olnapo nce aveillnti a ati intwitare pome-icpr u stantiforred wifi Vorad Evrito. Encev dayainpre we poble ureeresti prlaouiv we ouric essa is osun cadice wh fostil ncemi tedhatati Ponanont."] He looks back up at Moses. [Language unknown: "Nt fo the i dayproher be. Esday E era ngand. P seith waonek ounst wilanywhi na etweel allersous. Re U ripl lat, whnt. Hatck ceac reapreortvor lius ne io was?"]

Moses nods. [Language unknown: "Houl trmo m tekor, Reosol Ce. Ssei oer cenc: hou fifi ckncti ta evec but eiil m Herformen, Enlate nince ntiicaour vernc lopo nd hance. Nori trpo Tinstaeau ngicel kor stel ncmoes wanc."]

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."