Seamus to Nancy, the dark haired lass...

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: March ye 27th, 1759

: A message for
: Nancy, the dark-haired lass
: north of the Chillisquaque,
: on the West Branch of the Susquehanna
: above Ft. Augusta

: My dearest Nancy,

: I take these few moments to inform you of our progress and situation. It has been several weeks since we left Ft. Augusta and I am sure you have been worried. You know of the snows and terrible weather we endured the day after leaving the confines of the Fort, and if it had not been for the mules Timothy procured for us, we likely would have succumbed to the weather. Only the reliability of these beasts kept us safe. Please tell Timothy this, and when I return I shall reward him for his foresite.  Flags, Tales and I arrived here without incident other than the weather. We were, however, obliged to remain in a cold camp...cold and WET camp in a ravine...too long because of someone fooling with the supplies left for us by Drummer Armstrong. He found our note, which was slung into the stockade at Raestown, and arranged for the supplies we requested to be placed in a certain location. When we went for them, however, they were gone...taken by someone from the fort. It is still a mystery as to who is the culprit, but Armstrong is on it inside the walls, and I am sure he will ferret out whoever is responsible.

: My darling, I have good and exciting news! Red Bud is no more! He attacked the stockade with some Shawnees he found and Calsious Shatto unwittingly dumped a cauldron of scalding water over the wall from a parapet and right onto the greasy toad. It melted him, or rather, rendered him down to a crimson goo. The Shawnees left without further ado. You need not worry about him showing up anymore when I am not home. You can safely return to your activities as before that scoundrel invaded our world.

: At the moment, Flags, Tales, Davey, HalfBreed , Dink, a German man named Matthias Goersch and I are on a mission to recover the body of one of Red Bud’s victims, a tavern wench named Pam, who had the misfortune to encounter him. She is buried in a shallow grave east of the stockade, and once we locate her we will bury her proper, or bring her remains back to Raestown, depending on her condition and the weather. We may simply rebury her, mark the spot, and give its location to her family, so they may know where she is. We are lying in a large cave...large enough for all of us and the mule, too... with a wonderfully warm fire going, and will spend the night here, pushing on to our task tomorrow.

: Malcolm is sick right now with a head and chest full of the cold. He has been spending a lot of time out, and has been getting wet and chilled too often. He has been placed in the Infirmary until he eases up. It would not be good to develop pneumonia or the consumption here.

: I miss you, my love. We will soon be on our way to Ft. Frederick, and if all is well along the path from there, I will send for you, so you can join us there. I dream of you when I lay down at night. My waking thoughts are of you, also. I know you are worried, my love, because of my wound, but I must tell you it has not been a factor at all on this journey. I am able to get along through the woods and brush as if nothing ever happened. My strength is as tough as it ever was. My stamina and endurance have returned as before, and my mental abilities are as sharp and quick as before I was wounded. Nancy, I don’t even give any thought to my old injury. I am totally and completely healed! I have no impairment whatsoever. The Lord has blessed me in this way, and now it is up to me to be worthy of His blessing.

: I must sleep, now, my precious, as we want an early start in the morning, and I am quite tired.

: I will send this to you as soon as I hear of a runner going to Ft. Augusta. 

: All my love, 

: Seamus


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