Mr. Ballin

If the Sioux came charging through the trees right now, he wouldn't stand a chance even with his rifle.

But Jean had an advantage.

He knew these woods like the back of his hand.

He was in here all the time.

And because of that, he knew exactly where to go to find safety.

About an hour later, Jean's boss and the owner of the farm, Edward Gleek, hustled from his farmhouse towards town.

Mr. Gleek had also heard the gunshots.

I mean, basically everybody in town had.

And he had come running out of the barn just in time to see his farmhand, Jean Leroux, bolting off into the woods.

And, you know, Mr. Gleek, he didn't blame the kid.

He was also horrified by the recent attacks and was also very worried.

that those shots they were hearing were a sign that trouble had finally arrived in their town.

But after all these gunshots, no Sioux warriors showed up in town.

And so now Mr. Gleek was heading to the town center to see what had actually happened.

Like, what were those gunshots?

Now, Mr. Gleek had sort of accepted that this could have been something totally benign, or it could have been the Sioux.

He didn't know.

But he was just going to find out.

He was rational.

He was calm.