The Pious Few: Coming to a head

Dear Mary,

Last night I made what might have been the biggest mistake in my time as a peacekeeper. Now, it didn't seem particularly awful at the time and I certainly could not have known how it would turn out, but I am in charge of this mission. See, we had run nearly to the end of our investigations on the headings and the oils, those happy and those not so much, when Zed recommended talking to some of the night element of the city. I reckoned that this could get us a little more information with out causing much trouble and gave home the nod. He took Winn with him.

I do not know exactly what took place, but just now I have been informed that we will not be able to stay in the inn any longer. Charlotte, who has taken might good care of us, feels here establishment would be in danger if we were to continue residence there. So today we leave with all of our possessions on our back. This will be the last letter written on a desk, I expect.

So, as best as I can tell the town believes that Zed and Red accosted and then robbed a farmhand. This is not the behavior I would normally expect of Zed in Bark River, but he has been a little sharp with the residence here in Weston. As for Wyatt, or Red, I don't know him that well. I deeply suspect that he caused what ever situation to happen, to happen. In either case, he certainly didn't step in if Zed was getting out of hand.

The town, though, is not going to care one bit if we have one offender or two, if we are from Bark River or Red. If they believe we, city folk as they see us, are hurting one of theirs they will certainly put us out.

Today will be the last day we get, but we don't have everything we need. I am not sure if I will have to seek asylum in the church just to stay around or if we have to take the Father we are investigating with us. I suspect we will have little progress without force and if we force these people I may never come home.

Mary, I should not have written that last line, I don't want you to be worried, but I couldn't stand it if you thought I ran off. I want nothing more than to be back with you, be back in our home.

We are getting ready to step outside and I see a small gathering of men. Pray for us.

Your loving husband,

Piermont.