The warriors back up as an old Ford Bronco II screams onto the battleground. With a loud revving of its motor, out steps The Spirit of Ottawa, revolver in one hand, firing at the invaders, taking down two of them, ready with a sword in the other.
He looks upon the crowd of fearful warriors, then speaks.
"LEAVE MY TOMB, OR DIE!"
The enemy warriors tremble, scrambling to get away as he drops another two of them, stabbing another as he makes his way up to their commander, slashing people who are in his way.
The Chief of the Eagle Rock Clan starts his people toward town. Alexander looks back to see the Ghost take an arrow through his leg. The enemy stops seeing their feared Spirit leaking blood onto the ground and stuck reloading his revolver. They let out a war cry and charge toward him. The Ghost seeing them charge, starts limping in retreat toward his Bronco.
"Get everyone off the bridge!" Yells the Ghost limping into his vehicle.
The Ghost fires off another few rounds and tosses mason jars filled with lighter fluid at them, then fired a single bullet setting the area in front of him a blaze, causing the enemy to back up.
Seeing this, The Spirit speeds off after the Eagle Rock Clan, holding a detonator, once across, he blows the supports on the bridge, killing hundreds of warriors and cutting them off from the group of refugees headed into Ottawa.
Once downtown, he parked the bronco and limps up the stairs of his mansion, the Old Reddick Mansion, turned into his base of operations. Following him was the Chieftain of the tribe, the Chief warrior, healer, and Alexander. Everyone else camped outside.
Upstairs, The Spirit cauterized his wounds and listened to the tribal leaders speak, laughing as they told him their legends of him.
"If I might ask, where did you find that red chariot?" Asked the Chieftain
"It was mine before the fires destroyed my home. This was my city, and I wanted to keep people out of it."
"To preserve the memory." Interjected Alexander.
"Exactly. Now, in the morning you will be welcomed as a guest of my territory. We will find housing and places for all of you. You will work, and abide by my laws, don't think just because I'm injured, doesn't mean I can't kill you. "
They nodded and headed downstairs to tell their clansmen the news. Alexander stayed, wanting to learn from the Spirit. The Spirit put on a record, "The House of The Rising Sun" and poured himself some whiskey, downing it to take the pain away from his mind. Sitting down, he looked over pictures he had of everyone he'd lost in the bombs. Setting the pictures down, he looked out the window at the crowd of tribal folk, knowing the morning would bring great change to the town he called home.
Alexander finally went outside and laid in the grass, knowing tomorrow would put their bodies to work, as their new friend began his new arc....