Ousamequin's Reckoning: A Pilgrim Betrayal

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…The scales had tipped too far. The debt, as the Pilgrims saw it, was a debt of subservience, an unending obligation. But Ousamequin knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that a different kind of reckoning was coming. A reckoning for broken trust, for stolen dignity, for a future that had been promised and then ruthlessly, irrevocably, denied. He would not stand idly by and watch his people be extinguished, not by sickness, not by the Narragansett, and certainly not by the insatiable hunger of those they had once called friends. The time for reasoning was over. The time for a different kind of strength, a strength forged in the crucible of betrayal, had begun.