Sierra splits up again, Nash and Abbie to go look for Campbell, Guillory, Carissa, Carswell, Skillins, Kabua and a few of the native English speaking Jerome militiamen to back up Red and the CVMC squad (#2); the rest stay behind to secure the former bandit base camp and interview their erstwhile captive.
Bandit Hideout
With Xandra standing by for moral support, Saul begins the interrogation.
"Claire," Brienne answers, giving her surname.
"Some food would be good, thanks."
Miss Claire looks at Saul's little notepad uncomfortably, but she doesn't say anything about it. She gives her age as 20, which, now that he's gotten a better look at her, seems about right to Saul. In fact, he guesses that she might actually be a bit older than that. She says she's from Montrose, a little town about 5 miles east of the Jones homestead (the team drove through Montrose on their way to the Jones', but didn't stop to speak with anyone there).
"I met Billy in Hamburg," she says,
"He seemed nice, at first..." She pauses to take another sip from Carissa's canteen.
"Are they all... dead?"
The needle on Saul's bullshit meter is inching towards the red. Something about Brienne seems off. On the face of it, her story seems legit, but her responses are weighted carefully, like she's holding back important details. Saul's interviewed lots of trauma victims during his law enforcement career, and there isn't any one particular way that someone who's been held captive and sexually abused
should behave, but this young woman's comportment doesn't fit any of the templates.
Saul takes off the kid gloves, doesn't relent when Brienne starts crying. In fact, the tears- pretty noisy, but not very wet- just confirm his suspicions. He goes even harder, and Brienne becomes defensive to the point of hostility.
"What's his fuckin' problem?" she asks, making brief eye contact with Murray. Turning back to Saul, Brienne demands,
"How did you not hear of 'Me Too'?"
When Saul confronts her with his suspicion that she was in fact in cahoots with Reeves' gang, she just swears at him again.
"You fuckin' stupid or somethin'? You really think I cuffed myself to this gawdamn bed? I'm done with this bullshit. You can go to straight to hell, you don't believe me." It's not a denial.
Tracking Team
Abbie and Nash revisit the hide from which they'd been observing the homestead. The leaf litter is still matted down where they'd been lying watching the farmhouse. An experienced hunter, Abbie is able to pick up a trail exiting the hide site, heading roughly southeast. They begin following the trail, moving slowly so that Abbie doesn't miss any spoor. The pair hits a small clearing, and here the long grass is disturbed in a tell-tale line heading nearly due east. They pick up the pace, entering a grove on the far side of the trail. It's harder to follow the trail here here, between the relatively well-tended rows of trees, but Abbie maintains course, picking up Campbell's trail again in the thick brush bordering a swampy oxbow lake. Their quarry was moving fast by this point, not even trying to cover his backtrail. He seems to have been heading back to where
Pony Express is parked.
Razorback & Bourbon Street
Sierra's armored vehicles roll back on to the 82 west. It takes a few tries to raise a response from Red. The radio net finally crackles to life,
"Steel Horse, here. We're heading northeast on Ashley road. Gone 'bout half-a-mile. No sign of the fugitives yet. Over."
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