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seen him actually biting at the throat of an enemy – this later being sighted as hallucinations brought on by battle fatigue. Whatever it was, he was a monster. However, most people saw him as an evil necessity, including the higher shifters located in Washington; who believed he would be the perfect man to remove the Indians from the lands containing their precious Gold fields… and the miners; who will be replaced by shifter loyalist working the mines –supplying money for The Cause.
    Kearney is the man charged with removing anyone who stands in the way, and he intends to get the job done.
    “Where the hell is that boss of yours!?” he screams, kicking the chair out from under Bob, who tumbles to the ground; half shifting quick enough to regains his feet before turning back– a hatred glow to his yellow eyes.
    “Got Dern, Major, why’d you go and do that fer?” he mummers, slapping dust from his britches. “He’s inside.”
    Before the words finish leaving Bob’s mouth, Kearney is in the room with his Lieutenant, following close behind. The two men enter the room swiftly, slamming the door closed behind them.

 
    Red and Jasper are ready and the four men face off – circling in the center of the room, glaring, sniffing, and lightly clawing at the floor; all fighting the urge to turn, as the hairs stand upon their backs and they fight the beasts within. They slow, with growling becoming squealing, and yelps followed by long sniffs; in efforts to read the others actions and intent… Red and Jasper slowly acquiesce, falling into a slightly submissive stance – Red being more on the defensive; sensing the old Badgers need for blood.
     

CHAPTER THREE
    WASHINGTON D.C.
    The High Shifter Council of North America
    (Six Months Earlier)
     
    “Kearney is our man, and he proved that with the Sand Creek Indian campaign!” An older gentleman growls; his white wig nearly falling from his head, which he straightens and continues on, with exposed fangs; fighting the urge to turn and settle it in animal form, “And, he’ll be the man to see this job gets done, also!”
    “The Sand Creek campaign?” another contorts. “That was nothing more than an innocent slaughter of women and children,” the man adds with a look of disgust upon his face – the truth being told.
    500 Native Americans – mostly women, and children – were massacred by the Major and his troops, that day. When confronted with the fact, that only a handful of shifters were found to be among the dead, and that the rest were considered innocents; Kearney only replied with, ‘There is No Innocents left in the World – only death to those who oppose the will of the council.’…
    In the end it was decided that, Major Daniel J. Kearney would indeed be the man to remove the Indians and Miners from the newly discovered gold fields of the western territories.

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    “Well, that was quite an entrance, Major,” Red announces, walking to his chair and seating himself. Jasper follows, standing behind his bosses left shoulder – thumbs tucked into the front of his belt buckle, and nervously rolling his tongue around the inside of his mouth; forcing his lower lip out.
    “Where’s that little shit bird? I told you to have him here.” The Major inquires roughly – His disdain for the weasel shift.
    “Relax, he’s on his way,” Red speaks calmly; testing the old man’s patience – who paces quickly around the room – Calm, not being one his assets.
    “Does he have them signed?”
    “I’m sure he does,” Red assures – speaking of the deeds to all of the local mines; that Red and his men have acquired over the last few months… by any means necessary – most being the outright murder and forged signatures of such deeds, making the Council the owner of all productive claims; under an assumed named business, associated with the local Railroad.
    “He better have – You’ve had long enough… and what about the girl?”
    “Don’t worry,