Oh yes. It's to be writ in 2029.

It'll be unpopular in some quarters, since the US theft of Mexico's land was because Mexico abolished slavery in 1837.

The US slaveowners weren't going to let the human beings they owned as slaves go free.

The Alamo, in 1838, was fought to preserve slavery.

There was a time when the US was an inspiration for freedom movements.

The 20th century made that perception less common. Trump has ended that image of the US, probably permanently.

I'm looking forward to the post-USA world with optimism. But some things lost are sad.

2
"Which of these gentlemen shall achieve happiness as they define it?"

"Well, Genghis Khan, but Immanuel Kant. Boom-tish," said Russell, and went off to shag the female half of the Bloomsbury set.

In 1811 you'd set aside about 45 days for your journey, allowing for repair stops & other breaks.

You could push it in 37 days, but you'd exhaust, possibly kill, your horses, ruin your wagon & you. No guarantee you'd make it.

Now it's four hours by air, or 26 on the road. So two long days driving.

From the lyrics of the real song:

"While thus we agree,
Our Toast let it be.
May our Club flourish happy, united, and free!
And long may the Sons of Anacreon intwine
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."

A wigwam is a dome construction made of sticks and bark, and maybe some animal skin.

But many non-First Nations readers think it's something like a tipi.

So I'm going to describe it and use the alternative word wickiup, to avoid confusion.

And there'll be many other wording issues, I'm certain.

There's a case for keeping language authentic to its time. But there's no case for pissing off my readers.

The male MC can use the female MC's word for a Shawnee woman: "kweewa".

"Braves". Not as offensive as "squaw" but don't use it. Say "hileni".

Shawnee had wigwams. The word's often mis-used.

7
-I’ve never seen a man with hair that looks like fire before.”

“It’s the Irish,” said I. “Lots of flaming hot heads there.”

“You do get hot-blooded talking to an Indian girl. Perhaps you can love, in your pale way.”
[Ends]

So: Shawnee-Irish flirtation, in 1811.

6
-And one day we spoke of the moon, which is the same in Ireland as it is here, and she kissed me. I was a young man and it made me happier far than anything else that had ever happened in my life. We stood hand to hand. I loved her.”

“Did you? You white men, you look so cold. Except you. -

5
She looked at me, comfortable now. I’d seen that kind of comfort before. She thought that what I would say was not necessarily to be relied upon, but she was prepared to hear a story.

“So a happy boy meets a girl with emerald eyes. Who is above his station.”

“She was. But she held my hand. -

4
-with, um, a liquid metal that turns solid when it cools, and he sharpens knives.”

She lowered her head to look at me. “So he meets many women.”

“My father did indeed. And I know what you’re saying. But he always came home to my mam. They loved each other & they were happy. I was a happy boy.”

3
-cap at her. We courted. She smiled at me & held my hand. But she was the daughter of a great lord in my town of Mallow & I was the son of a tinker.”

Those brown eyes blinked. She looked at me. “Son of a what?”

“A tinker walks from village to village & he mends pots & pans, he repairs the holes-

2
- a precious green stone, is like County Cork.”

“We have emeralds.”

“Well, this was long afore I laid my eyes on you, girl with tiger eyes, but when I was leaving my boyhood there was a girl with emerald eyes. Helen she was, named after a great queen from many thousands of years ago. I set my-