Chapter 11: The Lioness Protector

*****A Week Later*****

Buffy was excited because her mom and best friends were arriving that afternoon. The week had been a good one. She hunted down the rest of the vampires nearby, her family insisting on joining her at least once. Beth finally saw her first vampire and knew they all weren't crazy now. Things were good. Kayce had joined them for dinner a few days ago, and Buffy felt that he had cleared the air with her grandfather and Lee. Monica wasn't ready to be in the same room with the man who killed her brother, so she didn't come. However, Kayce brought Tate to the dinner and promised to come again when her friends and mother arrived.

Now her mom was coming along with Willow and Xander. Her grandfather had insisted on buying them tickets and flying them for a visit. Joyce was a bit uncomfortable, but she knew Buffy really wanted her to meet her bio family.

A car drove up to the property, and Buffy looked at her watch. It was too early for it to be her mom. Rip was going to drive her to meet them at the airport, and they weren't set to leave for two hours.

"Grandpa," Buffy called out, getting John's attention. Then she pointed at the visitor's car.

John at the bullpen for the car door to open. It was Chief Rainwater.

"What brings you here, chief?" John asked as he walked toward him. His shadow a step behind him.

"I come hoping to speak with your granddaughter," Chief Rainwater said, looking uncomfortable.

John frowned, glancing at Buffy. "What's up, Chief Rainwater?" Buffy asked.

"I hope you don't think I'm crazy," he replied.

"Is something weird going on with the tribe?" Buffy asked, jumping down from the fence she was sitting on top of.

"How did you know?" he asked, surprised.

"I had a dream last night and saw some Indians getting hurt," Buffy told him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" John asked, frowning at her.

Buffy shrugged. "Slayer dreams aren't really something you can help with," she said. "That's what my Watcher is for. Normally, the dreams are super confusing."

"You get prophetic dreams?" Rainwater asked, a note of awe in his voice. He glanced back at his driver, who gave a slight nod.

"I do," Buffy said. "That doesn't freak you out?"

"It relieves me, actually," he replied. "You might not think I'm crazy then."

"No crazier than we are," John said. "We've seen some mighty strange things since Buffy's arrived."

"We have lost three people this week," Rainwater shared. "At first, we thought it was a wolf or bear attack. Then a reliable witness reported seeing a large human looking monster."

"A vampire?" Buffy wondered.

"Vampire? Like the movies?" Rainwater asked.

"We had some on the edge of the property a week ago," John answered. "They are supernaturally strong and have fangs. A stake through the heart kills them."

"You need to get some holy water," Buffy said. "Crosses, too."

"I see," he said, not sure what else to say. John Dutton would not make up a strange tale. "I'm not sure this was vampires."

"No, in my dream, it's just an ugly humanoid demon," Buffy said.

"Demons? We have demons attacking the tribe?" Rainwater asked. "Our seer predicted we would be under attack soon. Then she said that a golden hair warrior would arrive to protect us."

"The woman I met at your casino?" Buffy asked. "She is your seer?"

Chief Rainwater nodded. "She is," he said.

"What do you need Buffy to do?" John asked.

"He needs me to slay his demons," Buffy said, grinning. "I will need a large battle axe or sword of some kind. Old weapons work best. Guns and knives aren't the best weapons."

"So this is a normal thing for you?" Rainwater inquired. He thought Dutton might laugh him out of the state, so he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around their conversation.

"Buffy is a vampire slayer," John answered. "I trust you can be discrete with that information."

"It means I am empowered to fight monsters," Buffy explained. "I heal really fast and get prophetic dreams."

"That's quite a list of accomplishments," he said, smiling at her. "Mr. Dutton, you must be very proud."

"I am," John said. "Call me John. If my granddaughter is going to be fighting on your reservation, we should do away with formalities."

"Then you may call me Thomas," Rainwater said. "We would be very grateful for her help."

"I can't come until tonight. My mother and friends are flying in to visit and meet the Duttons," Buffy shared.

"Please, bring them to dinner at the Casino," he invited.

"Maybe tomorrow. Although demons can attack during the day—unlike vampires—they normally will wait until tomorrow. Make your people stay indoors at sunset," Buffy said. "Can you give Grandpa your number? We'll call you later."

He reached into his jacket and gave John his card. "Here's my card. Our tribe will be very grateful," he said.

"Don't forget about instilling a curfew," Buffy told him.

"I won't," he assured her as he turned to leave.

When he got back to his car, Mo Brings Plenty, his driver and bodyguard said, "She is the one."

Rainwater nodded. "She is," he said. "I don't like that John Dutton has such power, but if she saves our people, we will have to resign ourselves to the shift in power."

"I will tell the people to leave his cattle alone," Mo said.

"We will have to find another way to expand," Rainwater said. Forcing Dutton to give up some of his land for a large hotel resort would never happen now.

Buffy Summers-Dutton was exactly who the tribe needed.

"She will go back to California after the summer is over," Mo pointed out.

"Yes, but she will return again," he said. Their plans would need to adjust.

*****Several Hours Later*****

Buffy grinned as she spotted her mother and friends walking out of the gate. She, Rip, and her grandfather drove to Bozeman International Airport together as Beth returned to work. Everyone thought things would go better if Beth wasn't there, so no one tried to talk her into staying. They arrived on a Monday and would be flying back home Saturday, so Beth was returning Friday for the family dinner. Buffy figured it'd give her mom several days to get to know her dad and the rest of them before Beth and her unpredictable behaviors rocked the boat.

"I can't believe you're here!" Buffy exclaimed, moving to hug her mom.

"It's so good to see you," Joyce said, smiling at her daughter. The smile on Buffy's face was the most real one she had seen since they lived in Los Angeles. The summer had obviously been a good one for her.

"We can't believe we're here either," Xander said.

Buffy hugged Willow and then him. "This is so great! Now you won't have to spend all year imagining all the things I tell you!" she told them, grinning.

Xander glanced over at the two cowboys watching them with interest. "Is that your dad?" he asked.

"Come meet them," she said, linking her hand in her mom's arm.

"Grandpa, this is my mom, Joyce Summers, and my two best friends, Willow and Xander," Buffy introduced. "Guys, this is my grandpa and my dad, Rip."

John gave Joyce a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Summer," John said.

"Please call me, John," John said. He looked at the teenagers. "You may call me, Mr. Dutton."

Willow gave him a shy smile. "Nice to meet you, sir," she said.

"Call me Rip," Rip introduced, holding his hand out to Xander. This was the boy who had saved his daughter's life. If it wasn't for this young man, he wouldn't even know that he was a father, nor would he know the wonderful and brave person that was Buffy.

"Thanks for having us," Xander said.

"It's our pleasure," John said. "We want to know the people in Buffy's life. It's been a real joy getting to know her. My wife and I had four children, but so far, we only have one married son and one grandson."

"That's your Uncle Kayce, right?" Willow asked.

John smiled at her. "Yes, he's my youngest. Although he is gifted with horses, he joined the Navy and became a Seal. He's been retired for about a year or so now," he shared.

They walked to the exit and easily located the Yellowstone SUV in the parking lot.

"This airport is so tiny," Willow remarked.

"Everything is compared to LAX," Buffy said, grinning.

"You will find that the airport is the only thing small about Montana," John said as they got into the vehicle.

It was a tight squeeze getting all four in the backseat. "Sorry for the crowding," Rip said. "I wasn't going to come, but Buffy insisted."

"It's not much of a drive, so it won't be long," John said.

The teenagers kept up a running commentary, talking so fast that John couldn't follow the conversation. Joyce ignored them as she gazed out the window of the open land before her. It was so beautiful and intimidating that she didn't want to engage in conversation. When they pulled into a long driveway, she could make out the buildings in the distance. As they drove closer to the buildings, a large nearly log home stood before them. The car stopped, and Xander quickly opened the door, nearly falling out from the weight of the girls pressed against him in the overcrowded car.

"This place is amazing!" Xander gushed, taking in the house and then the pens and barns.

"The giant Y everywhere is, like, a cowboy thing, right?" Willow asked.

"Yellowstone is the name of the ranch, so yeah. It's their brand," Buffy said, grinning. "Come on. There's two bedrooms upstairs for you guys. Willow or Mom will bunk with me, and Xander will have the other small one. Beth's is downstairs. Lee's old room is where Xander will be. He's stays in the house down that way." She pointed.

"Lee is your uncle?" Xander asked.

"He's the oldest and the ranch foreman," Buffy explained.

"Your home is beautiful," Joyce observed, looking at it with her artist eye.

"My great aunt and uncle built it not long after WWI," John shared.

"Such history," Joyce commented. "It's amazing."

"Thank you," John said, smiling.

"Well, I have to get back to work. I'll see you at dinner," Rip said.

"Probably sooner," Buffy said, giving him a cheeky smile. "Oh, we got invited by this Indian Chief I know, Chief Rainwater, to have dinner tomorrow at his casino."

"Really?" Willow's eyes got big. "I didn't think we could go into those until we were eighteen. We won't get in trouble, will we?"

John grinned in amusement. His granddaughter's friend seemed as different from her as Jamie was from Kayce. "No. You won't be allowed in the casino proper, but we'll go through the restaurant entrance. You can get in through the casino or the main door," John explained.

"Oh. Good," Willow said.

"Besides, Grandpa is, the livestock commissioner," Buffy shared. "It makes him the law around here."

"We do have a sheriff, sweetheart," John said. "I mainly just deal with ranchers. Not petty crimes."

"Like people stealing cattle and stuff?" Xander asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Sir, lunch will be ready in twenty minutes," his cook announced.

"Thanks," John said to his cook. "I hope you are hungry. Our cook is very talented."

"You have your own cook? That's so awesome!" Xander exclaimed.

"Come on. Let's get your stuff taken to the rooms," Buffy told them.

John could tell how happy his granddaughter was to have her mother and friend there. He was glad that she felt pride in his family home because he wanted it to feel like her home, too. She was stronger than all his sons put together and as fierce as Beth. Since he knew she would not be happy if he dropped dead on her, he supposed he would make that doctor's appointment like his vet had been nagging him to do.

He pulled out his cell to make the call.

Upstairs, Buffy was showing them around. "There's Grandpa's room. He has his own private bathroom. Ours is right over there," she said, pointing.

"So this place has three bathrooms?" Willow asked, impressed.

"I don't know for sure. Beth probably has her own bathroom downstairs. The cook lives here. There's a servant's quarters behind the kitchen. I've not been in there," she admitted. "I would assume he has his own bathroom, too."

"I've never been in a house with a servant's quarters," Willow remarked.

"I didn't know houses actually had servants' quarters," Xander replied, grinning.

"Okay, Buffy, why don't you and Willow share a room?" Joyce suggested. "You will want to stay up gossiping much longer than I will."

Buffy laughed. "Okay," she said. They put away their stuff and headed back down for lunch.

"Will your dad be joining us?" Willow asked as they walked to the dining room.

"Probably not since he started late. They normally get to work at like five or six a. m," Buffy shared. "It's insane how hard they all work. Sometimes, I even get tired."

Xander started to tease her when he saw all the food on the table. "Wow! This is like the most beautiful sight ever," he said.

"Wait until you see breakfast. It's even better," Buffy said, grinning.

The cook smiled at them, enjoying their enthusiasm.

"Gator, this is a great looking meal. Thanks," John said to the cook.

"My pleasure, sir," he replied.

"Gator? That's your name? Really?" Xander asked.

"Well, it's more of a nickname," he said.

"Did you get it wrestling an alligator?" Willow added. Then she gave them a nervous glance. "I didn't think there were alligators here."

"There's not, you goof," Buffy said, laughing. "There's no swamps or much water."

"I got them 'cause I like wearing my alligator boots," the cook said, lifting up his pant leg for Xander to admire.

John shared a chuckle with Joyce and then proceeded to have a very enjoyable meal at his home. This was a feat rarely occurring due to Beth's contentious nature. Since Buffy's arrival, there had been more than a few good meals at his table.

When the kids had their full, John helped Buffy select horses for a ride. Willow was very scared of riding, so he chose the oldest horse he had.

Buffy led them riding for about a half hour, knowing they would be very sore if they went any longer. Her grandfather kept pace next to Joyce, a little behind the teenagers.

"This is scary," Willow said.

"You've fought vampires, Will," Xander reminded his best friend.

"Yes, but that happened so fast that I didn't have time to get scared," she said. "Every time this horse's foot hits the ground, I feel like I'm going to be thrown off."

"You'll get used to it," Joyce told her. She hadn't been riding in years, but she remembered what to do.

John had trouble picturing the mouse like friend of Buffy's fighting the monsters he had seen his granddaughter fight recently. Obviously, the shyer girl had hidden depths.

"This place is so beautiful," Joyce observed.

"It really is," Willow agreed as they stopped to look at the land stretched out before them.

"I don't think there's a prettier place on Earth," John remarked. "But then again, I am a bit biased."

Joyce laughed. "Well, this is a real legacy, so you should be proud of it," she said. "Buffy told me it's been in your family since 1883."

"That's true," John said.

"That's before Montana was even a state!" Willow remarked impressed.

"It was," John said, glad that Buffy's friends and mother appreciated her legacy. "This is your daughter's legacy, too."

Buffy smiled, glad that her mom was liking the ranch so far.

A half hour later, Buffy was showing off her roping skills at the horse pen near the house.

"Another weapon for the Buffyster to use," Xander said to Willow.

John heard his remark and frowned. He didn't like the reminder that his granddaughter needed weapons in her life. It should be his job to protect his family, especially his beloved granddaughter.

At dinner that evening, Jamie joined them, meeting her mom and friends. Willow had a dozen questions about Harvard, so Jamie found himself actually drawn into conversation. Buffy was happy that her mom and friends' first day at the ranch was a success.

The next day, she let them sleep in while the cook prepared brunch for them.

"What's the plan for today?" Xander asked as he ate the best breakfast he had ever had. His eyes about fell out of his face when he beheld all the breakfast choices, from pastries and fruit, to eggs, biscuits, bacon and sausage. For him, this was what heaven would look life.

"I thought we would practice some roping and go horse riding," Buffy suggested.

"No horses for me today," Joyce said, smiling. "I'm too sore from yesterday. We'll have to ease into it."

"You can stay and keep me company," John said. "We'll sit on the porch and drink coffee, watching them."

"Sounds good," Joyce said, glad that the patriarch was so welcoming to her.

Buffy was just happy to have everyone there and loved showing off various aspects of the ranch to her friends.

They came in around four to rest and clean up for dinner at the casino. Both Buffy and Willow put on a summer dress while Xander wore his one dress shirt.

"Mom said I might need one," Xander remarked as he tucked in the light blue shirt.

"You look very grown up," Joyce told him.

"Dashing," Buffy added.

"Not sure about those shoes, though," Willow said, frowning down at his sneakers.

"We have tons of boots in the mud room," John said. "Go find him a pair. He can keep anything he likes."

The girls happily led him to try on a dozen pairs. Xander finally grabbed two pairs of boots—one cowboy boots and the other lace ups. "These will work. I'm not trying on anymore," he said, giving his best friends a stubborn glare.

"Wear the cowboy ones," Buffy said.

Finally, the group was ready to go. Kayce was meeting them at the casino.

Soon they arrived at the large casino. "It's big," Willow observed.

"Yes," John agreed, opening the door to the restaurant and leading them to the hostess, who quickly seated them.

Monica still wasn't ready to join Kayce with his family. However, Tate was there, and he loved telling Buffy's friends about his new hero's actions.

"She killed the bear with her bare hands! She's like a real hero—even bigger than my dad!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Buffy glanced at Kayce to see if he was offended at his son's defection. Luckily, Kayce was laughing.

"I see you've been replaced," John said, smiling at the two.

"Sorry, Dad," Tate said.

"No need to apologize, son, because Buffy's my hero, too," Kayce said. "She saved me from an actual vampire a few days ago."

"I thought that was me?" Lee asked, grinning.

"For real?" Tate asked, his eyes wide.

"Why are you telling him that?" Buffy asked, glaring at both her uncles. "He's a little kid. He doesn't need to know monsters are real!"

"They are? That's so cool!" Tate remarked. "And you fight them? I knew you were a real superhero!"

Joyce found herself amused. It was strange hearing people talking about Buffy's calling, especially a kid so young. However, it was also kind of nice because it made her feel less alone in the knowledge of the danger her daughter had to navigate.

Xander and Willow were both really surprised to find that Buffy's family were a mix of toughness and pragmatism. Rip seemed like he could rip apart monsters with his bare hands while Kayce reminded Xander a bit of Angel with the brooding.

"My calling is supposed to be a secret," Buffy said, giving the men dark looks. "I'm so telling Giles!"

"Who's Giles?" Lee asked.

"He's the man in my daughter's life who knew all her secrets, endangered her life for two years without telling me a word," Joyce said, a note of bitterness in her voice.

"Really?" John asked, surprised by Joyce's characterization of Buffy's watcher.

"He's my watcher, Mom. It's his job," Buffy said, frowning. "He's the reason I'm still alive because he does the research, the reading of books in demonic languages, telling me how to kill the demons."

"He's book man!" Xander agreed. "He makes us read them too. I actually recognize languages that aren't English. It's just not right!"

Lee laughed, finding Xander amusing. "That's gotta suck," Lee said.

"Demons have languages? That's so cool!" Tate remarked, still excited.

Buffy sighed in resignation. Her cousin was just too accepting and excited about her reality, so she couldn't really stay mad. It was kind of nice not having to hide who she was and what her life was about.

"We are in public," Buffy reminded the table. "Keep it down. We don't need everyone knowing my business."

John glanced around the casino dining room. They had been seated in the back, allowing for more privacy. However, they did have people nearby. "She's right. We should change the topic," he told them.

Chief Rainwater came up to the table. "I hope you all are enjoying your dinner," he said.

"Oh, we are!" Buffy said, smiling. "The food is great. You wouldn't happen to have any dancing clubs in this place, would you?"

"Actually, we do have a small speak-easy that plays live music and dancing. It's not club dancing, however," Rainwater shared.

"When did you open this?" Lee asked.

"Very recently. There used to be real one under one of stores on main street back during Prohibition," he shared.

"Minors cannot go into clubs like that," Joyce said, giving all the children a pointed look.

"It's a prime hunting ground for vampires, Mom," Buffy said. "Oh, I didn't introduce my mom and friends. Chief Rainwater, this is my mom, Joyce Summers and my best friends Xander and Willow. Guys, this is Chief Rainwater."

"A real Indian Chief?" Xander asked, his eyes wide. "That's so cool!"

"I'm an Indian," Tate said. "I could be chief someday."

"You definitely could, young man," Rainwater said, smiling at Monica's boy.

Tate grinned and looked at Buffy for her approval.

"Totally. I'd vote for you," Buffy said. "Of course, I'm not a member of your tribe."

"Why not? We're cousins," Tate asked, frowning. He looked at his dad.

"I'm not either, son," Kayce explained. "Your mom is and all her family, so you are."

"It's because you're white?" Tate asked.

The adults chuckled at his inquisition, but Kayce just smiled. "Not exactly. A person could look white due to genetics and still have Indian blood in them. For example, if you grow up and marry a woman who isn't Indian, your children would have less Indian blood in them and lighter skin, but they'd still be considered Indian."

"How about we order dessert?" John suggested, hoping to distract his grandson. It worked.

"I want ice cream!" Tate said.

"Totally," Xander agreed.

"I want chocolate cake with mine," Buffy said, grinning.

Rainwater smiled at them and said to John, "I will make sure you and your family are allowed into the club."

"I'll take Tate home after dessert," Kayce said.

A half hour later, Buffy said goodbye to her cousin, promising to come by soon to see him on the res.

Rainwater led them out of the casino entrance of the restaurant through another door. The lighting was dark and the space smaller. A woman with a beautiful voice stood on a small stage crooning a slow tempo song.

"She can really sing," Joyce asked.

"Would you like to dance?" Lee asked her.

"Sure," Joyce said, smiling. "I haven't danced in several years."

He held out his hand and led her to the dance floor where about a half dozen couples were slow dancing.

"Grandpa, how old is Uncle Lee?" Buffy asked as they sat down at a table and Rainwater spoke to a server about them.

"He is right at forty. Jaime is thirty-six and Beth is thirty-five. Kayce is the baby at thirty," John said. "I was twenty-two when we had Lee."

"Mom is forty in November," Buffy said. She couldn't see her mother living on a ranch with her uncle, but they made a cute couple. It would probably be a bit weird.

"Are you thinking of matchmaking?" Willow asked.

"Not really. Mom wouldn't like being so far away from culture here in Montana," Buffy said with a shrug.

"Cowboy life seems pretty cool to me," Xander said. "You get a place to live, and food provided to you."

"But you work so many hours that you don't get much time to spend your paycheck," Buffy pointed out.

"Yes, it's a difficult life that requires much sacrifice," John acknowledged.

"How come your Uncle Jamie didn't join us tonight?" Willow wondered. "Or your birth mother."

"Jaime had to fly to Denver to oversee a sale," John said. "He'll be back tomorrow. Beth will be here tomorrow."

"I can't wait to meet her," Willow said.

"She's not very nice, so lower your expectations," Buffy warned.

Willow looked shocked at Buffy's words and glanced in concern at her grandfather, who just smiled.

"Sadly, Beth isn't one for polite conversation and speaks her mind far too often," John said. "It's what happens when you are the only female on a ranch. She's tough and has little patience for bullshit."

"Is that how you explain her?" Buffy asked, grinning.

"She sounds like Cordelia," Xander observed.

"A comparison that I have thought of a time or two also," Buffy said.

"That's my girlfriend," Xander explained. "Willow and I were members of the We Hate Cordelia Chase Club."

"Until you started making out with her," Willow said, rolling her eyes.

"People change," he said. "You met Oz."

"That's my boyfriend," Willow said proudly.

"Hormones are a powerful thing," John said, grinning at the teenagers. Clearly, Buffy and Willow weren't big fans of Xander's girlfriend.

"Cordy is always the damsel in distress that I'm rescuing," Buffy said with a smirk. Then she noticed a guy on the dance floor that looked off. When he led the Native American woman away, she stood up.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" John asked.

"That guy is leading the woman toward the exit over there," she pointed. "That is vampire like behavior."

John stood and followed her, motioning to Rainwater, who nodded and disengaged from the conversation he was in. Mo Plenty shadowed him as a train seemed to form behind Buffy.

Lee, of course, noticed. "Everyone seems to be leaving toward that back exit over there," he said to Joyce.

"We should follow," she suggested.

Lee nodded and grabbed her hand to lead her off the dance floor.

Buffy went through the exit door a minute after the couple and saw the man lead the woman around the corner. She moved quickly, fully in hunt mode. Only a vampire would lure a woman in such away.

When she heard the woman scream, she was turning the corner and easily spotted them near a dumpster. There seemed to always be a dumpster in every alley a vampire led a victim to.

"Hey, let her go," Buffy ordered.

The vampire snarled, his eyes flashing yellow at her.

John blanched. "Do you have a stake, Buffy?" he asked.

"Not in this dress," she said. "It's in my purse."

"Oh, I got it," Willow said as she reached in for it. However, Buffy didn't wait, but she engaged the man.

Xander moved to get the woman. "Let's get out of the way," he said. He saw that the Indian Chief guy arrived with his bodyguard and led her to them.

Buffy was exchanging blows with the vampire and kicked him hard into the dumpster, causing it to dent. The creature got up. "You will die, slayer!" he snarled.

"So you guys keep telling me," she said, smirking. "Stake?"

Willow tossed it to her as the vampire charged Buffy, who immediately impaled the vampire. "But yet here I am," she said to him before pulling out the stake.

The vampire turned to dust, and Joyce gasped.

Buffy turned and saw her audience. "Gee, guys, did you have to bring my mother out to see this?" she said, annoyed at her uncle.

"That was a vampire?" Joyce asked.

Buffy nodded. "Yep," she said. "There's a bunch of them in Sunnydale, Mom. That's why I sneak out at night. It's not to party with my friends—although we always start at the Bronze. Dance clubs are prime hunting grounds for vampires."

"So some of our missing women could be because of these creatures?" Rainwater asked. His security man had led the woman back inside, giving her instructions to keep quiet about what happened.

"Probably," Buffy said with a shrug. "The long winters here could keep some vampires in the area due to less sunlight. However, the population is low, so it wouldn't be much of a hunting ground for them. No easy targets really."

Rainwater's mind raced as he considered her words. "Humans can be just as evil in their depravity," he pointed out.

"Sad but true," Buffy agreed. "We need to get to your reservation and hunt the demon that's there. Hopefully, once we do that, your people will be safe—for now anyway."

Rainwater looked grim as he considered the implications. Demons and vampires were threats to his people that he wasn't prepared to face. It took the daughter of a potential enemy to end the threat.

How would his people handle this news?

*****To Be Continued*****

In the 3rd episode of 1923, the speak-easy was revealed. I just had to pay homage to it in this one. 1923 is the 2nd prequel to Yellowstone, starring Harrison Ford and Helen Murrin.