I thought it would be you Colesie, that's why I left cookies for you. And in return you've left me your scents.
Back in to the past...Just a bit after the New Year, I found a perfect spot. 2 houses, a windmill, very influential fields, a mine, smelters, bunch of cupboards and whatever your heart desires. Claimed it, fixed it, improved it. And gained a lot in the process.
More than a week later, I felt like that is not enough. I needed more, I needed better, I needed to go as far away from that. I can't stand being in the same place for more than a week. But I needed an incentive, and it seemed to me like either the tribe ignored me on purpose, or they hadn't found me yet (hiding in plain sight, ftw).
I couldn't leave it all behind just like that. Especially not my sunshine.

But no one runs from the Tribe forever. At least not since certain J.C. joined them. Before, it was easy to fool the savage simpletons that came asking for money. But this guy, JC, no... he was no Indian. But why he joined them, is beyond me.
So, one shiny day I woke up, hugged my windmill, checked my fields and BAM! There it was. A note.
Even tough I expected that day to come, I started to panick. Panick! What to do, what to do, what to do......
"Well... just pay them", said my inner voice. "Sure... why not?"
So I payed the Tribe, not what I thought I owed them, but what I thought they perhaps deserved with all that effort of running around and putting signs. A charity for poor, naked Indians. And since I suspected it was probably the good Samaritan JC that was collecting it, I also left him 2 cookies (had no milk, sorry).
And then... then I just blacked out and don't remember anything but waking next to this:
Oh noes. Oh noes! That is not gonna leave a good impression on my coming-soon guests. Meh, what the heck... They prolly won't even notice it. Just a smudge of pavement, nothing more...
I could barely sleep that night. And the morning was even worse. More SHOCK!
My beloved windmill was gone! Had it escaped? Ran away from me? And there it was - a trace of that
murderer.
Jordan Coles, you have murdered the love of my life, my soulmate, my moonlight... For that you will burn in hell!
But I forgive you. And I've already moved on.
I'm also willing to share what smelly scents I have of this perpetrator.
I used to be a pilgrim like you. Then I took an Indian arrow in the head...