"You'll surround them and demand they hand over both. We'll pick off a few easy targets, use your inside traitor to cause chaos, and then make it clear we followed her so they will be more likely to hand her over to save themselves."
"Once they do, we'll make her use her power against any defenses they have, and you'll be in control of a safe area, new supplies, a Witch, and slaves - all without having to fight and lose men."
Cesar was nodding, but thinking he would need proof to go through so much. Their word wasn't enough. Surely this was a trick?
"The men will not believe."
"They will later, but for now it doesn't matter. They don't even have to know. Just keep heading north and give them whores and whiskey."
"Didn't you tell us you wanted to take Cheyenne and Casper by May?"
Cesar's eyes lit up greedily. "Si, and my men know it."
"Good. That will put us on an intercept course. Dean and I will keep an eye on her in the meantime, track her, and we'll also find some bait to send in with Rick."
Cesar considered it. He had used the betrayer again and again, and no one ever suspected him until it was too late - because he was white. The Americanos should have remembered their own history. Whites were not any more trustworthy than the Russians or even himself for that matter. They were just a bit more careful to cover their asses.
"Less than a month from now, you'll own Wyoming, probably have a good start on Nebraska, and be only a day or two from the tank hidden near there. Best of all, you'll rule the entire western half of this country, from the Nevada wastelands to the Midwest corn belt," Dillan stated.
Dean finished it off. "Plus, this group you want will know you're coming and lose courage."
Cesar grinned savagely and the brothers knew they'd won.
"America is dead and I will show them that!" He gestured violently, the missing fingers making it a grotesque motion. He didn't see the looks they were giving his young slave. She was his personal property, and he didn't share. He wanted to be sure the bastards he left were his, and every man in his camp knew he would kill (the girl and the man) to be sure of it.
"It shall be as you say. Drink, smoke, rest. Tomorrow we take Windsor and then you shall have the revenge you deserve. Now, let us go see my gift and you will prove she is pure."