It was a little while after the Revolutionary War, a war both you and Hamilton had been generals in. You two fought together and became close friends.

And then the war ended, your letters dwindled, and communication stopped.

He missed you, but moved on.

Now, he was busy dealing with the infant county's first civil war. Shays' Army was raiding and shutting down debt courts everywhere.

Alexander was sitting in on a case at one of the courts, watching the case play out with careful focus. And then the doors swung wide open and a bum rush of soldiers flooded in. Immediately every able-bodied man fought back, the few with swords taking the front line. Hamilton snagged a blade from someone else and rushed outside to see how many they would have to face.

That’s when he saw you.

You were riding a horse, next to Shays himself, teeth bared in a determined snarl and sword swinging for soldiers of the opposite team. Of course, Hamilton had seen you fight before, you were in a war together. He had never seen you on the other side though.

The British must have been scared shitless of you.