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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Fezziwig" data-source="post: 2716774" data-attributes="member: 59">Ext. - Boston - SameJames stops his narrative at the raised hand and looks at you puzzledly.  Summerset turns towards the sound and smell, expectantly, but hears and sees nothing.  The young militiaman coughs.  "Something I can help you with, Master Summerset?"Int. - Pitcairne Residence - SameThe batsman shakes his head.   When Pitcairne goes to the window and looks out, he sees nothing and smells nothing, save for the crisp air of a New England autumn.  No horseman or horsemen are to be seen. The visitor waits patiently, but curiously — "If now's a bad time, Mr. Pitcairne, I'd be happy to come back."Ext. - The Banks of the Charles - SameThe men don't react to the sound or the scent, but they do start to advance.  As you dash away, they give pursuit, only to find that the Indian's <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=186428" target="_blank">superior knowledge of the lands and hunting skills</a> make their endeavor likely to be fruitless.  One of them yells something vaguely threatening about the colonial government and Deer Island into the woods, but he's far too far away for it to remain clear in Tisaquantum's ears.   Unfortunately, Tisaquantum has lost all traces of the buck and the horses and brimstone have vanished, too.[sblock]OOC: You're welcome to pursue the buck or not, if you have other things you'd like to do.  Let me know, and I'll react accordingly.[/sblock]Int. - The Offices of Quincy Abbott, Barrister, in Boston - Afternoon (Same)Minor quarrels have been far too common lately, and Quincy Abbott's time at the courts is interfering dramatically with his ability to properly tend to his farm (and stills).  One of the stranger patterns that has emerged, as the colony fights the Indians, are the charges of witchcraft brought against both Indians and colonists.  Most can be dismissed as nuisances, angry neighbors and bloodless feuds, but a praying Indian woman interred on Deer Island seems to have touched a nerve, accurately predicting Muddy Brook and Hatfield -- she's either lucky or truly a prophet.  Abbott's reveries are interrupted, however, by the strange scent of brimstone and the sound of hooves in the distance, they grow louder and more acute, only to fade away and dissipate, leaving an unsettling and acrid aftertaste to the barrister's pre-court whisky.  As he sips the liquor, though, he is suddenly possessed of the strange feeling that something is not right at the family farm.</blockquote>

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