"I'll have no hand in this, sir." The planter did not move. "You've earned a noose for sure."
"I'll do it." Katherine stepped across Jeremy's body and assembled the three muskets of the infantrymen. She carried them back, then confronted Morris.
"You, sir, have helped steal the freedom of this island, of the Americas. It's impossible to tell you how much I despise you and all you stand for. I'd kill you myself if God had given me the courage. Maybe Hugh will do it for me."
"I'll see the both of you hanged, madam, or I'm not a Christian."
"I hope you try."
Joan emerged through the crowd, toting a large bundle. She laid it on a table by the door, then turned to Winston. "Here's what we got up at the compound this afternoon." She surveyed the three bodies sadly. "Master Jeremy was a fine lad. Maybe he's finally managed to make his brother proud of him; I'll wager it's all he ever really wanted." She straightened. "Good Christ, I hope they don't try and shut me down because of this."
"It wasn't your doing." Winston lifted the bundle with his free hand. "Katy, can you manage those muskets?"
"I'd carry them through hell."
"Then let's be gone." He waved the pistol at the infantryman sitting against the wall. "Get up. You and the colonel here are going to keep us company."
"Where do you think you can go?" Briggs still had not moved. "They'll comb the island for you."