Zomblog: Snoe's Journey by TW Brown Page A

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    When the decision came to take Oklahoma, they were a big part of the decision process. One of them turns out to be the person who suggested that they keep ‘agents’ in every known settlement. They put forth the idea that it would be to their benefit to keep an eye on the white man this time, plus one of them was really into the whole ‘Seventh Generation’ story.
    His name was Brian Madison, but his birth name was Brian Greyfeather. He was always considered the ‘crazy’ one. By Old World standards, most people thought he was not only crazy, but a bit of a racist. Now, he is one of the head ambassadors for the Confederated Tribes and has what equates to a mansion here in Freetown.
    Once this meeting began, things got interesting. It seems they knew all about General Carson. Not only that, but the general sent a group ahead to request passage through their territory, which they granted! They did not care one bit as to what the general or the NAA was up to, as long as it didn’t bother them.
    When Angel spoke, this Brian person actually cut her off. “What reason would we have to care what happens to these white people? They rejected us years ago and have had nothing to do with us since we sent somebody to them to discuss the very arrangement that they eventually agreed to with this NAA. Now they are surprised when the snake turns and bites them? Is this the first time that the white man has made a deal and then changed the agreement to suit their greed?”
    I looked around the room at the other people of Freetown who were supposed to be in charge. They just sat there…nodding!
    This was when I lost my temper.
    “So you are just going to sit back and let General Carson do what he wants? And then, when this…snake…when it turns back on you…what then? Using your own logic, is it not just a matter of time?
    “You may not have ever been in any sort of agreement with the people of Corridor 26, but we never caused you any harm. The people of that settlement did not refuse to deal with you because you were Native American, they refused because they were scared of you. You are killers, thieves, and drug addicts. They were just normal people who were trying to rebuild their lives after the unthinkable happened.”
    “And you think that none of them were…” Brian paused and gave me a hard look. “Killers, thieves and drug addicts? Is not that what you just called us?”
    I nodded. Yep, that was pretty much it.
    “And yet you come here now and ask for our help?”
    I could tell that Brian was getting annoyed and just a bit angry. His face was starting to turn red and one blue vein stood out on his left temple. Interestingly enough, his voice stayed level and even.
    “Actually, I didn’t, this was Angel’s idea.”
    There was a long silence in the room and I was pretty sure that I had just blown any chance of getting these people to join us or offer any sort of help.
    “You have quite the spirit,” Brian laughed. And when I say that, I don’t mean that he let go with a little chuckle as he spoke. Nope, He said those words and then he laughed…long and loud; he even had tears running down his face by the time he finished.
    I sat there, glancing over at Angel every few seconds, but she did not seem to want to meet my gaze. I could tell by her clenched jaw that she was not happy. So maybe I didn’t act or behave quite in the manner she wanted, but I really did not care. As far as I was concerned, this little trip was a waste of time.
    That was what I thought until Brian spoke again.
    “Snoe Gainey, daughter of Sam and Meredith, I see now why Erik had such interest in you. You are a fighter, just like your mother, but have the heart and spirit of your father and his blood.” Brian stood at the table and looked at the others, calling for a vote on whether they should help.
    Meanwhile, I was considering the words he had just spoken. He called me a fighter? Wow, I am pretty sure he will take that