Ousamequin's Reckoning: A Pilgrim Betrayal

Previously

…Ousamequin stood silent, the rustling leaves above him sounding like the whispered lament of a wounded spirit. He saw the future stretching before him, not as a shared horizon, but as a landscape increasingly dominated by the angular, unyielding structures of Pilgrim ambition, a landscape where the ancient paths of his people would be lost beneath the relentless march of their ‘progress.’ He turned away from Winslow, the weight of his responsibility heavier than ever before. The fight for his people’s future, he knew with a certainty that chilled him to the marrow, had begun in earnest, and the enemy, he now understood, wore the guise of an ally.