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Soon, Morojo and the people he had hired were gathered, and they were marching out of the battered city gates with an army of two hundred cattle. There were likely over a thousand beasts that could have been purchased, but it felt wasteful to purchase them all.
The Governor and the captain watched on, shaking their heads. The people may have been bought by this Red Feather man, but they were not sold. Even if he professed to be a man fighting for the cause of the people, they did not believe him, and would not commit themselves to fully trusting him.
But none of that mattered. They were insectile concerns when compared with the threat of the army ahead. The troops were gathered in formation, having completed their day's training, and they stood awaiting their commander's orders.
