Sergio spoke to Finney, [i]“You're not bad at using your fist; where did you learn how to fight?”[/i]

Finney looked at this man with eyes very wide; frankly taken aback by the comment, knowing the truth. He looked back at the end of the bar where he hid during the fight and then at the tables where Billy, Mistihkoman and Taylor had fought with the thugs. He then looked up at this strange man, “Pardon me, sir. I honestly do not know what you are talking about. I threw exactly zero punches during that fight. Maybe you are talking about the colored soldier, the Cree man or the former confederate? I hid behind the bar over there and then clocked Mr. Logan over the head with a bottle when he staggered into my way.” Finney smiled at the man, “but thanks anyway. I was thinking of asking one of them how to fight. I really have no experience with that.”

Finney followed the taller thin man up the stairs to meet Mr. Granger. He figured since he did contribute to the fight, albeit in a very small way, he would see what the man wanted or had to offer if the case may be. Besides, it was all good material for his book.

Finney found it amusing, when the cree man dragged Mr. Logan up the stairs. He heard the man say, [i]"We still need to do something about this [i]poh'ki[/i] at some time."[/i] to which Finney quickly wrote this line down in his notebook. “Mr Mistihkoman? What is a poh’ki?”
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Billy Kingsley overheard the stranger who had been playing pool compliment Finney on the punches he threw. Like Finney, this really threw the African soldier for a loop. He saw the Cree man throw punches and the Confederate throw punches and he himself threw several punches, but not the frightened young man from Boston. Billy wasn’t sure who the stranger was talking about, but both him and Finney knew it wasn’t Finney. 

Billy watched Misty Koman drag Mr. Logan up the stairs, “would you like some help with that?” but he suspected the Cree man did not hear him. He followed the group upstairs to take a seat and see what Mr. Gainger had to offer. 

When he arrived upstairs, the 6’2” black man wearing cavalry trousers stuck out his hand to the man he would eventually know as Sergio, “Hello stranger, my name is William Kingsley, but most folk call me Billy.” 

[@EvilEdd1984]