Lashed to the tracks

Today, it seems that our lovely home-in-waiting has been seized and lashed to the railroad tracks, or to the stake. I've started sending messages to the land saying, "Rise up! Do something!" The scheming villain twirling his moustache seemingly in control of her fate has become even more confounding. I don't know how to rescue her.  Except by making supplication to the spirits and beings of the land.

But my petitions are too modern: "Don't be a victim! Rise up!"

If this were a movie, Bruce and I would ride down to Florida, stake out the villain's lair and confront him with glares, six-shooters and righteousness.