Allen fell silent hearing the words from Pocahontas. Likewise, with Weroance Powhatan. The old man rose to his feet and patted his shoulder as he spoke from the opposite direction. "She did kill your people. But she is your daughter. I will not stop you this time. Choose what you think is right. Let her live? Or killed by your own hands?"
"Why? Why do you care so much about me?"
The man walked three steps. Then turned to look at Weroance Powhatan. Both of his palms put the dual pistols into their holsters.
"You're no different from the old me. A vengeance for losing my mother to the war. And I just found out here."
