Jamie smiled and told Thomas the areas were great. Things were starting to spread wings. But after the fights, Jamie felt Fort Apache was just a baby bird. Maybe she had encouraged it to grow too fast too soon. As the fights grew worse, Jamie stayed home. Refusing to eat, to have sex, she was just either at the office or in bed awake staring up at the ceiling. She wouldn't speak to anyone, but everyone constantly complained to her. When the rider came with news the Millers were dead, she became pissed. Extremely pissed. She balled up her fists and then summoned a runner to go and get Grey Eagle. She was sleep deprived, exhausted, and bordering dehydration. She was angry.
She was summoned to the Miller farm, but she kept silent around Grey Eagle. She glared and then looked at Grey Eagle. "I have a plan for your braves if you cannot manage them. Grey Eagle, these braves have been a problem, but from my respect of you and your people, I was hoping you would step up. Now this is getting out of hand. Reign them in Grey Eagle." She moved forward standing toe to toe with the chief. "Reign them in, or I will send them to a boarding school where their heritage that you and I both love and respect will be washed from their red skins and I will be purged of this horrible guilt." She growled. She turned. She knew it wasn't only Grey Eagle's fault. She had a plan for that as well.
When she got into town, she gathered the council members. "Until we can pull our heads out of asses." She looked at everyone. "I am strongly advising we stop the buying and selling of liquor. Until we can figure out who is at fault. This is the best option I have." She said as she looked at each of them. Gertrude was the first to speak.
"Jamie, how long has it been since you last slept?" Gertrude said.
"THAT IS NOT THE FUCKING PROBLEM RIGHT NOW!" Jamie roared and threw her fist into the desk. Gertrude frowned as she heard several crunches and saw her leave a bloody handprint in its place. "We need to get this damn liquor under control right now. Mr. Fields, no more buying and selling of liquor, and I will go to Mr. Meachum and tell him this new law. I will construct a make shift jail outside it will be glorified cages, but anyone caught buying or selling liquor will be put into those." She rubbed her forehead. Gertrude watched blood roll down to her wrist.
"Jamie, you are troubled. You need sleep, nourishment, and to go home and-" Gertrude tried again.
"AND YOU DON'T HAVE PEOPLE WHO ARE LOOSING THEIR FAMILIES!" She turned to the people of the council. "Now do I have your support? Or are we going to sit on our asses and hope this gets better before we wake up scalped and betrayed." She growled.