Davy Crockett and the River Pirates Page #4

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a part of the Mississip.

Where's my hat?

They were darn good friends

From that day on

Davy sold his furs

And then was gone

Sailin' north with Mike

To the land of the fawn

Where a man could live

By brain and brawn

Davy, Davy Crockett

Off for the woods again

From the mouth of the river

Up to its head

Boatmen and travelers

Was filled with dread

'Cause redskin pirates

Was raisin' old Ned

And the whole blamed river

Was runnin' red

Davy, Davy Crockett

The man who don't know fear

Put your backs into it.

What do you think this is, a free trip?

You ungrateful pole cat, we dragged

this tub all the way from New Orleans.

I gotta admit, for a couple backwoods

bar hunters, you ain't done bad.

Those are kind words

coming from you, Mike.

You could put us ashore

any place along here.

I can't see why you bristleheaded varmints

can't land at a settlement

like civilized passengers.

He works the tar out of us

and calls us "passengers."

- It's the quickest way to get home.

- Sounds like a long walk to me.

We're gonna get some horses

and sit down for a change.

Where are you gonna find horses

in a lonesome place like this?

Chickasaws. This is their country

and they're friendly.

Been a pleasure knowing you, Mike.

I ain't likely to forget you two, neither.

Hey, you forgot your sack!

- That's yours.

- Mine?

Just a little something

to remember us by. Open it up.

Ain't she a pretty little pop gun?

"To Mike Fink,

King of the River,

from his admirers,

Davy Crockett and G. Russel."

We figured you needed something

to protect you against them

redskin pirates upriver.

Don't reckon I'll need her for that.

But she'll come in handy

for letting tavern keepers know

Fink's a'comin'.

There's something else for you.

Oh.

You shouldn't have done it.

Georgie and me didn't want

nobody thinkin' you still wasn't king.

Never was no danger of that.

You bushwhackers get a hankering

to be river men again, look me up.

All right, get back to your poling,

you fork-tailed scorpions!

[Mike] And pull!

Put your backs into it!

Shove on them poles!

What do you think this is?

A pleasure cruise?

We got a cargo to move!

Here's a trail.

Probably lead us

right to a Chickasaw camp.

All through the wood

We're a'marching along

Makin' up yarns

And a'singin' a song

He's ringy as a bear

And twice as strong

Thinks he's right

'Cause he ain't often wrong

Davy, Davy Crockett

Back in the woods again

What's the matter?

If you'd been listening,

you'd know ain't nothin' but you singin'.

Not a sound. Not a bird or a squirrel.

Something must've scared 'em.

Must be a Chickasaw huntin' party nearby.

They ain't huntin' us. Let's find them.

They'll find us,

if we stay on this trail.

You quit the caterwaulin'.

No need to scare off their game.

- Davy, where are ya?

- You darn idiot! Cut me down.

[Chuckling] So you stepped

in a deer snare, huh?

Good thing Mike Fink can't see

the King of the Wild Frontier now.

Ow! Ooh!

[Whooping]

What's the matter with you

crazy Chickasaw? We're friends!

You're making a terrible mistake!

It's Davy Crockett

you're trying to hog-tie?

Don't you understand?

Davy Cro...

[speaks Chickasaw]

- Now you know where they was taking us.

- What are they going to do with us?

You've seen Red Hornet stirred up.

Shouldn't be hard to guess.

Mind your manners, Georgie.

This is the chief.

I am told you are the hunter

white men call Davy Crockett.

He sure is, Chief.

You are known to us

as friend of the red man.

We both are and look how

you're treating us.

You and your friend will not be harmed,

but you will remain prisoner.

Why are your men in war paint?

We go to avenge the murder

of our brothers.

This messenger has come from

the chief of the Kaskaskias.

White men have been killing

his people without reason,

hunting them down like animals.

Kaskaskias?

They're up on the Ohio

around Cave-ln Rock.

No wonder, they've been attacking

every boat comes down the river.

Do you understand?

[Spits] They are white.

They hear only white man's lies.

This ain't something we heard.

We seen it, didn't we?

- Sure did.

- When?

- Not more than three months ago.

- We broke up a raid below the big cave.

More lies.

Three moons ago my people were driven

from the river by the white man.

- Must have been some other tribe.

- There are no other red men here.

- We have always kept the peace.

- I believe you.

- Know what this means?

- Could mean some white skunks

are dressing up like Indians

so they get the blame.

We're going to find out who they are.

You say you know me.

Then you know

Davy Crockett's word is good.

We'll chase those varmints

into the open.

If they ain't Indians,

we'll see to it everybody finds out.

It is too late. Already more messengers

have gone to the Shawnee.

The Miami, the Kickapoo.

And the Chippewa.

Then call them back.

Send out runners of your own.

- Tell the chiefs to keep the peace.

- Know this, Davy Crockett.

We have always wanted peace

with the white man.

But he does not want peace with us.

He makes treaties

and calls us brother.

- But he believes any evil he hears of us.

- That's right.

But it works two ways. To strike back

at a few murdering whites,

you'd turn the whole frontier

into a needless war.

I will send runners. But we will

wait only until the full of the moon.

[Speaks Chickasaw]

Sure hope that old Gullywhomper

didn't pass before we got here.

We got a long way ahead

of them, thanks to them Indians.

Why do you think Mike's

gonna throw in with us?

- It's his river we aim to clean up.

- Yeah.

That old chief didn't give us much time.

Won't take long for that new moon

to fatten up.

Leastwise we ain't gonna

waste no more time here.

Davy, you showed rare good sense

in getting Mike Fink to help you.

Don't make no difference

if they're red or white.

My skull busters will make

mincemeat of them.

We gotta find 'em first.

I ain't certain they'll show theirselves

after that whopping I gave them.

They're sure to recognise

the Gullywhomper.

[Jocko] Hey, Mike!

Look what's coming!

Why, that's the Monogahela Belle.

But where's her crew?

Prepare to grab her

as she comes alongside, boys.

Aye, aye, Captain.

All right. Hold onto this mud bank,

you scummy river rats.

I knowed old Cap Donovan.

Looks like he put up a good fight

before they wiped him out.

Thought you said

these pirates wasn't Injuns.

Well, they ain't.

No redskin ever made this arrow.

Let me see that.

Yeah, you're right.

Ain't no tribal markings,

ain't feathered right.

I wonder how far downstream

she drifted since the massacre.

Ain't no way of telling.

Nah, they didn't hardly leave nothing.

They left these.

Try it on for size.

I wouldn't be caught dead

in a monkey suit like that.

Won't be hard to disguise

the Gullywhomper,

but something's gotta be done

about you. Now, put it on.

Put it on.

[Men shouting]

Good name for her, Garth.

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