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“Are you Miss Preston?”
Lucy whipped around fast at the sound of her name, shocked to hear it in such a place and time. For once, they had used their real names, since cover was fairly unimportant in a fort full of people that were almost guaranteed to die, but still.
“I am,” she told the woman in front of her. “Can I help you with something or...?”
“This is for you.”
She held out her arm and in her closed hand, Lucy saw a piece of paper, with her full name right there on the front. She didn’t recognise the handwriting and hadn’t a clue who might be sending her a letter right now, at The Alamo, in 1836, unless...
“You have got to be kidding me,” she muttered, before smiling at the kindly woman and thanking her for passing the message as she picked it from her hand.
The moment the stranger walked away, Lucy checked nobody was paying attention and found a quiet corner. Unfolding the paper, her eyes quickly scanned the words that could only have been written by Flynn. She was so angry at first that she had to start over after several lines, but when she finally resigned herself to really taking notice of what he had to say, she found herself feeling much less irate.
‘Lucy,
I know you still don’t understand what is happening and that right now you’re probably thinking what a monster I must be to try to make The Alamo worse, but I need you to know that this is not going according to my plan. I never suggested that Santa Ana raise the red flag. The women and children should have been set free. You should have been set free.
If you believe nothing else I say, please believe this, that a man who has lost his own wife and daughter would never condemn so many others to such pointless death. I am so sorry, Lucy. This was not how it was supposed to go. My only hope is that you and your annoyingly resourceful team find a way. If you don’t, well, then I’m not sure what happens.
A lot of things don’t make sense to you right now, I am well aware, but they will. I would ask you to trust me, but at this time, I know that’s not possible. So, what I will say is this - I am sorry, and someday, I promise you will understand why I am doing all these things. You’ll see the method in what you perceive as only madness, I swear. At least, I hope you will live to do so.
Lijëp pozdrav, Garcia Flynn’
Though the over-riding emotion Lucy was feeling was confusion, the tears in her eyes, that had appeared quite unexpectedly, proved there was more to it than that. Sometimes, she almost wanted to believe that Flynn really did think he was doing the right thing, even if, as he quite rightly said, she couldn’t understand the how or why.
Lucy looked up from the page in her hand then, returning to reality with a jolt as she glanced around the scene inside The Alamo. Finding a way out for the women and children, for her and Wyatt and Rufus too, it was most definitely the first priority. Stuffing Flynn’s letter into her pocket, she rushed back to the chapel to help in any way she could. Understanding and forgiveness would have to wait.