Muddy Greatness - Part 3

With their approach, Blackthorn had already drawn her rapier from her hip, anticipating violence. Oliver looked at her with the smallest degree of surprise. It seemed far too alarmed an action for the usually coolheaded – if at times erratic – Blackthorn.

"C-captain," one of the soldiers said, recognizing Oliver's approach, and giving him a salute. Oliver saw him to be one of the newer men, and the other two Patrick companions he had with him were just as new. A few months ago, they likely would have had shackles on their wrists. Without a Sergeant to guide them, they weren't exactly well trained in the profession of policing.

"Captain Patrick," the other four Blackwell men that were presented saluted him, far more crisply than Oliver's own. "Requesting permission to apprehend this man for the disturbance that he is causing."

"You didn't think to do it without my permission?" Oliver said.