More than half a month later.
On a packed dirt road east of a small town in the Creek Tribe, Father Vigne was attracted by distant shouts of "howlulu." He looked up and saw dozens of serious-looking Indian youths holding flintlock guns, chaotically running forward before stopping to aim their guns.
He knew those were Indian warriors in training, so he lowered his head and continued on his way. Stone Eagle High Priest's residence was still five or six kilometers away, making him regret not asking Chekilie for a few horses.
Beside him, Father Lorier frowned at the Indian cavalry and shook his head, saying, "Do they really think this is a formation charge?
"Father Vigne, perhaps we should tell them they need to form an infantry line to fight.
"The way they are now, I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand the American militia's attack."
