destroying the nation. I have
learned much from her.
John is truly thankful.
I know your wife, a fine woman.
We have all fought the wrong enemy.
I promised peace and a quality life
for my people and I must deliver.
You can do your part here.
Sevier is in agreement and smiles. He pats John’s horse and leaves.
The tough old Sevier passes by the three loud tattered men leaning against a rail with a stupid grin on their faces. He stops and looks at them for a moment then suddenly begins to whip them with his harsh hickory stick.
For a moment Sevier is young again. He swats the man nearest him across the ear and the next in the balls. The third defends himself by grabbing the stick. Sevier slaps him in the face and while he is distracted he jerks the stick away and hits him hard across the butt.
The men are wailed again and finally they are unable to resist and scatter under the lash of his rod. He stands straight and proudly walks on.
John smiles at the scene and looks at Baxter.
Sergeant Baxter smiles.
Remember, the defeated are always
perceived as the evil one. It is
not always true.
The sun breaks through the clouds.
A young fierce looking warrior resembling The Ridge rides past with five intense youthful warriors following him. He stares coldly at John as he passes.