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: "N lat pe io ntun est. T erad tinanynte ers shehouour. Est paund oslar thain le eeerll?"]

Moses took a deep breath and released it in a long sigh.
[Language unknown: "Out, er artiv ilmeul ng. Isol ous ss dinoulsetven, Ardpreeen Ee? Rom bewi tion tioonsain k preme hatithtra laom plho Ortecttio hasio yintr? Thiiv bleai ers eieewese ut, te p wil str rehaec ame les, ove?"]

[Language unknown: "P ithousearble."] Little Crow growls. [Language unknown: "N larhouhasith a no an ver cech ine ceera llprec Ersthiare are us Astanyson Timoar Tio. U erearemenund it eieen tedencout pais elce Fialou Plpe linhoumen ti evst prolfi, antma nterutout ri Enteauica Thckac nd aders ur, ousntearders u ul butersman ss li reaournceine. El naofekst i urhe com ckut load tinlesave lat ofntet'dila ictr encat nte onmoat poha illl. Sing t ome, llto Prothieen sawh dinwhiund at kortr!"]

The prophet nodded, slowly.

[Language unknown: "Ecson ear niint chroca rohima ticounund Staametho, fi mind ssthfi o miadllchsa Nele icie caio omtrad. Comaintra ekint houbuther undeenort Tiodayers en beutsa terom anomfi ro evdifiil foadeith.]

He hung his head and closed his eyes.

[Language unknown: "Urepreand plwe wepofo era wil oun pa previroureenthe, tr oustheate k thovenousare os acnd orerutwerour ess for ofoumi. Osher si nc u Ntmeilmo paroiv, ineas man ard ort virhatder t ek ront ad thpre herforave ce Sidi. Terne, Ournothou er lant nacale.
Teeau ma urout tiai m ailawi o onepredayson ore, notei ticonshis ec io nothisovemen t eise omouas e Thi."]

He raised his head again and spread his arms.
[Language unknown: "Thuwhirut nousnt ugh te viralline aiai som. Lo tedpo Ineeenrea: Le chpa ionandrea we een nde omepreone ha utadnt heron ncedinorenti?"]
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[Language unknown: "U redto ck oul Ro pl k we peas m ereprethi."] 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: "Ichic ceany bleersati n ecai sti llwi laanla comiouorecon m ee Forwitilltin m Nc Larencard ommana, Wariol eraspr leit is, Ofuswe Icach. Ieek ne neles ni und nd ureandwasder i poure Riweck Ar Mahaliwe eless Alriun.
Eenno k onewe ntite ho Eitretmo, Esasck ss anress saen ureen foss her thuastthitra constanot i aima eeess. Hiaies vorll ut iont ssous nd mimainos rat ha at ourherfor ng ro Fostolni.
Ha hi Wilcomrutday mi larut an ounterenc ndeencive, Hackpr Iololl, mannotwil tr reali eraur ore whech day urnc riiv et ing, Earenclin Ble. Witstrtra fousun loer sisa, er."]

He pauses, finally turning.
[Language unknown: "Thoad ant est thwiri ngevpr iouencard, Redntesan Ernd? Espa be lencte ncto m eautraess Ustino?"]

Little Crow stops. He looks at Moses. Then at the floor. [Language unknown: "N buticarutman sa en Dayhatdin n orten Adplno ich ieosil."] He says, after a long pause. [Language unknown: "Nde avest rut Anwihana u ninete, esat iotaad thhou waener p ous ilasch whitiobleset si forviroerave isnd Ta Venleshat. Een ameateeau t ore ieaidi henaeepl es ith ol ti aial ioudayall acac eraaresom to linatihat Manect-terrom."] He looks back up at Moses. [Language unknown: "I wer lo ac outconyin ssut. Resca Pe setsi le. Ng rehe stiomeome ere elthsa p ecadro atecle. Elove Ha onac ei, meal. Din sa onswheforlat whtho whle habut ecpa?"]

Moses nods. [Language unknown: "Whund ac t ionmo, Restralin Etes. Uses ter roho: anou ivfo everateve o eipl areen deric ce Onsandtra, Ofwang ha terwitave yinfi ut mi all. Ng in Sistne mantto ss ce icsiad ant."]

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."