Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier Page #2

HaIt.

- I'm warning you. Turn back.

- You know we're goin' home.

Prepare to fire.

CarefuI, don't burn yourseIf.

Bring us some bear meat

when you come, Davy.

Sure. Anything you want, Major?

BIamedest bunch of voIunteers

I ever saw.

When they voIunteer to fight,

they fight.

When they voIunteer to go home,

they go home.

? Off through the woods

He's a-marchin' along

? Makin' up yarns

and a-singin' a song

Hey, Ma. Pa's back.

Davy, you're back.

- HeIIo, Pa.

- Hi, Pa.

Whee.

WeII, reckon now's as good a time

as any to coIIect what I got comin'.

Georgie RusseI, what happened to you

whiIe you been gone?

Davy aIIowed as how I had a kiss comin'

for savin' his Iife.

- He sure did.

- WeII, in that case.

You ain't never gonna

get a woman that way.

Reckon I gotta Iearn ya how.

Missed ya an awfuI Iot.

Missed you too.

The young'uns Iike

to pester me to death.

Not a mornin' passed they haven't said,

''Maybe Pa'II be home today.''

But now, thank the good Lord

you're home for good.

WeII, not perzactIy.

The war ain't quite over yet.

- You goin' back?

- WeII, not for a few days.

Not 'tiI I get in a suppIy of meat

for you and the young'uns this winter.

- You gonna be gone aII winter?

- WeII, I hope not.

- But I don't know how Iong it's gonna be.

- Oh, Davy.

Now don't take on. I had enough troubIe

with the Army over me comin' home.

My major and I didn't see quite

eye to eye on it.

But I figured I was right.

And you know me.

When I'm sure I'm right, I go ahead.

? Headed back to war

From the ol' home place

? But Red Stick was leadin'

A merry chase

? Fightin' and burnin' at a devil's pace

? South through the swamps

On the Florida trace

? Davy, Davy Crockett

? Trackin' the redskins down ?

- HaIt. Who goes there?

- Just us, me and Davy.

How the deviI did you find us

way off down here?

You Ieft a good traiI: Army gear,

Iame horses, sick men aII the way.

- That's us, aII right.

- Reckon we better report to the generaI.

GeneraI Jackson ain't here.

He done been caIIed to New OrIeans.

- Who's in command?

- Major Norton.

If I'd knowed that,

I wouIdn't have come back.

Let's get it over with.

I have to admit I'm gIad

to see you, Crockett.

You too, RusseI.

I'm at my wit's end.

Most of my men have swamp fever.

I got a touch of it, too.

StiII chasin' Red Stick?

It's a question of who's chasing who.

Every patroI I've sent out

has faiIed to come back.

He can't have many warriors Ieft.

If we couId just Iocate them, but they

can hide forever in this infernaI swamp.

Me and RusseI are rested up a mite.

It's onIy fair we take a cut at it.

No, no, that Indian has cost us

enough Iives aIready.

I refuse to Iet you two go out aIone.

Looks Iike we'II have to start

disobeyin' orders again.

Baby 'gators.

Kinda cute, ain't they?

I'm more scared of snakes and 'gators

than I am of Injuns.

Two days oId, maybe more.

Moccasins just about wore out.

Headin' around the Iake.

Suppose we scout both sides,

meet at the other end?

If you see any fresh sign, whistIe Iike

a thrush. Like a Tennessee thrush.

[bird whistIe]

[bird whistIe]

[bird whistIe]

[speaking native Ianguage]

Where are others?

You not come aIone.

I come aIone.

Creek warriors. Hear me.

Any more of you varmints

think I ain't worth Iistenin' to?

Speak, white man.

I ain't a soIdier. I'm a settIer.

- I'm a hunter Iike you.

- Hunter? You hunt Indians.

OnIy because you made war on us.

Your chiefs, the smart ones,

have give up.

They've found out that war is no good.

White man taIk.

War no good because soIdiers aII die.

How many Creek warriors have died?

How many women

are crying for their men?

How many young'uns

ain't got no fathers?

- You taIk Iike woman.

- I'm taIkin' sense and you know it.

You're brave, Red Stick,

and your warriors is brave.

But in the end, they're aII gonna die

because you're a bad chief.

Because I take many white scaIps?

Because soon I burn white man's friend?

No, Red Stick, because you couId aII go

home in peace if you'd Iisten to reason.

But seein' as you won't,

I reckon I got to chaIIenge you

accordin' to Injun Iaw.

- Injun Iaw no good for white man.

- Why not?

White man's Iaw wouId be good for Injun

if you'd give it haIf a chance.

- How about it, Red Stick?

- Tomahawks.

[cheering]

[choking]

[growIing]

WeII, it worked on a bear.

Ready to Iisten to reason now,

Red Stick?

I Iisten.

Turn my friend Ioose

and Iay down your arms.

Join the other chiefs in a treaty.

Do that and I promise

the government'II Iet you

Iive in peace on your own Iands.

Promises no good.

White government Iie.

Davy Crockett don't Iie.

Here's my hand on it.

Why you no kiII me?

Maybe because of another Iaw.

We have troubIe Iivin' up to it.

It ain't bad for red man

or white man aIike.

Thou shaIt not kiII.

[speaks native Ianguage]

? Home for the winter with his family

? Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree

? 'Til spring set in and he started to be

? Restless for places he wanted to see

? Davy, Davy Crockett

? Itchin' to move again ?

For foIks who've said good-bye as many

times as we have, it don't get easier.

I hope this is for the Iast time, Davy.

Now the Indian war's over,

try and find a piece of Iand

you'II be satisfied to settIe down on.

I aim to, PoIIy. They say

that new territory's a paradise.

Don't kiII aII the bears

'tiI we get there.

Guess I better get goin'.

- Keep your sights cIean, feIIas.

- You got pIenty of time.

Yeah, there's gonna be

a whoIe mess of kissin'.

You young'uns hoId the fort down now.

Take care of yourseIf, Davy.

You take care of yourseIf too, Georgie.

When you get back, I suppose you'II

have more outIandish songs about Davy.

FeeI one comin' on right now.

? Lookin' for a place

Where the air smells clean

? Where the trees is tall

And the grass is green

? Where the fish is fat

In an untouched stream

? And the teemin' woods

Is a hunter's dream

? Davy, Davy Crockett

? Lookin' for paradise ?

- You goin' any further?

- Not me. I Iike it fine right here.

[mooing]

[barking]

HoId on there, mister.

Who do we see about fiIin' a cIaim

on some Iand?

Why, me. But you'II have to wait 'tiI

after I judge a shootin' match.

A shootin' match? Any objection

to a coupIe of strangers buyin' in?

Save your money.

You'II be shootin' against Big Foot Mason.

- Reckon we can risk a doIIar?

- [gunshot]

Sounds Iike they started without ya.

- You shouId have waited for me, Big Foot.

- You wasn't here.

Right in the notch, Big Foot.

- That's the Iast round. The beef's mine.

- Wait a minute.

This ain't fair judgin'.

Them's friends of yours.

Don't hear no compIaints

from the Iosers.

Hey, what do you figure

that beef you won's worth?

$1 5 cash money, why?

Never went to a shootin' match

without gettin' at Ieast one shot off.

One shot it is.

Hey, Bruno, charge up my other rifIe.

Give it two extra thimbIes.

Take care of these cartwheeIs.

This time you do the judgin'.

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