The stockade gates were open, the army platoon was stood down. Standing on a supply wagon, side by side with the teacher and the preacher, the Colonel declared the war over, the wilderness tamed, the natives annihilated. “Forthwith, women and children are free to wander without fear of kidnap and worse; farmers can move back to their farms, sow their seeds, repair their homesteads; fishermen can once more cast their nets in our bountiful river.”
Out of sight, from an tributary only two miles upstream, the first of the dozen war canoes slowly nosed its way into the open water.
Written in response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge. Find it here!