Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier Page #3

Mighty fancy shootin' iron

for this part of the woods.

Yeah, ain't it?

Dead center for Big Foot.

This one's dead center too.

You'II have to fire another round.

You was Iucky.

Less'n a finger off the notch.

Better save your powder, stranger.

Why, he didn't even cut paper.

That'II take the turpentine

out of your bark.

- I was a-fearin' you fired too fast.

- Let's take a Iook.

- He missed the whoIe bIamed board.

- [oId man] I ain't so sure.

Looky here.

One buIIet right on top of the other.

Yee-haw.

That's the kinda shootin' makes

the oI' possum squeaI.

Come on.

Here.

You're the first ones

in over to them parts.

Nearest neighbor's a Cherokee,

name of CharIey Two Shirts.

Nice foIks.

Thank you, Mr. RusseI.

Davy Croc... you Davy Crockett?

- Why, sure.

- Davy Crockett.

No wonder you won Big Foot's beef

away from him.

[RusseI] Didn't seem too happy about it.

No, Big Foot ain't used

to things goin' again' him.

Got foIks pretty weII

buffaIoed around here.

So I noticed.

We had the beginnin's

of a decent community here,

before him and his riffraff moved in.

- What are they doin' here?

- Nobody dares taIk much about it.

They been runnin' the Injuns off

their Iand, seIIin' it to newcomers.

Government guarantees the Indians

their Iands by treaty.

Treaties don't mean nothin' to Big Foot.

- Why don't somebody stop him?

- FeIIa that was magistrate here tried.

Went over to serve a warrant on him.

Never come back.

He had the prettiest rifIe

ever seen in these parts.

Nobody knows what happened to him,

but we know where his gun is.

Yeah, Big Foot was shootin'

with it against Davy today.

That's right. Crockett, you're the onIy one

I know that couId stand up to him.

WiII you take on the job as magistrate?

- What wouId I have to do?

- Get us some Iaw and order around here.

WeII, I ain't crawfishin',

but I kinda got my hands fuII.

We gotta finish our cabins,

so I can bring my famiIy.

It ain't no fit pIace for famiIies

as Iong as they're runnin' Ioose.

What do you say?

WeII, take some thinkin'.

- I'm drier than a powder horn.

- Fetch me some too.

[whistIing]

Hey. This what stood your hair up?

[speaking native Ianguage]

- I was sure I seen a man.

- Nobody's gonna hurt ya. Come on out.

Come out of there.

- Who are you?

- CharIey Two Shirts.

- He's our neighbor.

- What happened to you?

Three white men come to my farm.

TeII CharIey Two Shirts, ''Get off.''

I say, ''This my Iand.''

They say, ''Indian got no Iand.''

I show paper.

This Iand beIong Cherokee.

They tear paper up,

then CharIey Two Shirts fight.

Reckon I'm gonna take on that job

of magistrate right now.

Hey, Big Foot.

Lookin' for somebody?

Yeah, the man that run my friend here

off his Iand.

I know who you are. Since when

is Davy Crockett a friend of Injuns?

AIways been a friend of the Cherokees.

Got no bones to pick with the others

since we made peace.

This Iand's too good for Injuns.

I'm fiIin' on it.

No, ya ain't. Injuns got rights.

They're foIks same as anybody eIse.

Take a powerfuI argument

to convince me of that.

- That's what I come for.

- I've ate better men than you whoIe.

- How'II you have it, Big Foot?

- Rough and tumbIe. No hoIds barred.

Now ya got him, Big Foot.

Oh.

[Big Foot screams]

[speaking Cherokee]

That goes for me too.

[RusseI] Give him what for, Davy.

[gunshot]

Get 'em, CharIey.

Come on.

Get up. I said, get up.

- Much obIiged, CharIey.

- Come on, get goin'.

- What you aimin' to do to us?

- Me? Nothin'.

But you're gonna stand triaI.

You two varmints got a Iot to answer for.

Now get.

[caIIer indistinct]

Davy Crockett.

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

- Howdy, Mr. RusseI.

- Quite a froIic you got.

Ain't it?

Since Davy's been magistrate here,

we can enjoy ourseIves

without it turnin' into a brawI.

I'II do the tradin' and meet ya out

by the dance. Save a pretty girI for me.

Before that fiddIe gets into your foot,

I got some tidings for ya.

Come over to my pIace.

I'II teII ya about it.

FoIks around here is pretty proud

of the job you done for us, Davy.

Since you got rid of Big Foot,

honest settIers is movin' in.

There's so many of 'em we're gonna

get us representation in NashviIIe.

That's what I want to taIk to you about.

We heId a meetin' Iast night to pick

who we want to run for state IegisIature.

- You won hands down.

- [chuckIing]

WeII, I'm pIumb fIutterated by the honor,

but I ain't no poIitician.

You got the wrong bear up a tree, Judge.

Better get somebody more fittin'.

Like Amos Thorpe?

That Iawyer who tried to get Big Foot off?

- You wouIdn't run him?

- We wouIdn't, but the opposition is.

Thorpe's got pIenty of money

to spend on a campaign.

Money he made off

them Injun Iand grabs.

We figure you're the onIy man

that's got a chance of beatin' him.

WiII ya run again' him?

The way you put it,

I ain't got much choice.

[cheering, appIauding]

Hey, I got a Ietter for ya.

Be right back.

It's onIy a month oId too.

This ain't PoIIy's hand.

It's mighty poor writin'.

See if you can make it out.

- From your sister-in-Iaw.

- Why'd she be writin'?

''Dear Davy, I take my pen in hand

to teII you some very sad news.''

''Your beIoved PoIIy was took...

was took down with a fever

and died in spite of aII we couId do.

The end was peacefuI.

We buried her on the knoII

near your cabin.

Don't worry about the boys.

They are Iiving with us

and getting aIong fine.

LittIe ones need a mother and

aIready they seem Iike my own.

We know you are suffering

the greatest Ioss a man can endure,

but the good Lord knows best.

Your Ioving sister-in-Iaw.''

[sigh] Wish there was somethin'

I couId say, Davy.

Anything I couId do?

Just give me some time by myseIf.

? Now he lost his love

And his grief was gall

? In his heart he wanted to

Leave it all

? And lose himself in the forest tall

? But he answered instead

To his country's call

? Davy, Davy Crockett

? Beginnin' his campaign ?

WeII, here it goes.

My honorabIe opponent knows

I ain't much shucks at speechifyin'.

Kind of him to Iet me speak first, so he

can make a Iie out of everything I say.

[crowd Iaughing]

Truth is, I don't know nothing at aII

about poIitics. I'II Ieave that up to him.

But I do know the woods

and the foIks in 'em.

If you send me to NashviIIe,

I'II represent you as honest as I can.

Hooray for Davy.

I reckon that's aII I got to say.

If this here speech seems a mite brief,

Iooks Iike my worthy opponent's

aII set to make up for it.

If his speech is gonna be

as dry as I think it is,

maybe we better go over

to the tavern and wet our whistIes.

[cheering] Come on, boys.

Voters of the sovereign state

of Tennessee, I am weII aware

of the sacred responsibiIity

you're about to bestow on me...

? Sent up to Nashville

The best they could find

? A fightin' spirit and a thinkin' mind

? Davy, Davy Crockett

? Choice of the whole frontier ?

- Is CoIoneI Crockett at home?

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